Chapter 231 Reluctance

Yang Yi's wrist really hurts.

Not only is it painful but also sore, not only sore but numb, not only numb but also swollen.

In short, Yang Yi feels pain when he sees the pistol now. Not only does his hand hurt, but his head also hurts.

Shooting 50,000 rounds of ammunition this month is really a shortcut to practice marksmanship, but this shortcut is not a shortcut, but a shortcut that allows Yang Yi to cover the distance that should have taken ten days in one day. The time is short. But the distance is not short at all.

But the effect is still very obvious. Although Yang Yi only shoots fixed targets these days, after firing 10,000 rounds of bullets, his marksmanship is really good.

Sharpshooters are all fed bullets. There is nothing wrong with this statement. Now Yang Yi shoots at the fixed target from ten meters to thirty meters with his gun raised. The hit of the gun is absolutely unambiguous. Let Yang Yi hit it closer There is no chance of missing a target that is close at hand.

But there is one thing, I can't stand it if I feed it too much, and I really feel like vomiting if I feed it too much bullets.

To put it bluntly, Yang Yi has a good foundation and has developed a good figure in prison. Otherwise, it is difficult to say whether he can lift his arm.

Xiao Ran only stocked 10,000 rounds of 9mm Parabellum ammunition, which was completely beaten by Yang Yi. There were not many pistol bullets left, and 10,000 rounds at home was already a large amount. , but couldn't stand Yang Yi's fierce beating.

After putting down the pistol, Yang Yi took out the empty magazine, separated the gun and magazine and placed them on the table. He took a long breath and sighed: "Finally finished..."

Xiao Ran nodded and said: "Well, I want you to shoot the 9mm first, because the recoil of the 9mm caliber is still small. I still have 10,000 rounds of 11.43mm bullets at home, so you should finish shooting them."

Yang Yi staggered and almost fell over. Then he looked at Xiao Ran and said bitterly: "Why are you storing so many bullets at home?"

"There is no sense of security if there are too few bullets. In fact, I only have more than 20,000 rounds of pistol bullets, and there are more bullets for rifles. You need to practice with the pistol, and of course you need to practice with the rifle, but we may leave soon. I think so. There’s no end to the fight.”

Xiao Ran sighed, and then said with a regretful look: "I don't know if I can come back, so I'd better shoot up all the bullets before leaving. After you finish up my inventory, I guess your marksmanship will be able to be seen." .”

Yang Yi whispered: "We can't fight, we have to go to Zhang Yong, to Las Vegas."

Xiao Ran was silent for a moment, and then she said with a hint of melancholy: "It's so urgent."

The time has come for a week, and Yang Yi also agreed with Xiao Ran to find Zhang Yong after one week, but now that the time is up, Xiao Ran doesn't seem to want to leave.

Yang Yi was about to say something, but Xiao Ran shook his head, and then said softly: "Forget it, don't delay, you have to leave sooner or later, so let's go."

Cautiously, Yang Yi whispered: "Are you a little bit reluctant to follow me? If so, it doesn't matter, I can go by myself."

Xiao Ran smiled, then she looked at Yang Yi and said, "It's not that I don't want to leave, I'm just a little reluctant to leave. Let's go back now."

Yang Yi started to pack the guns they brought, packed everything, and then put the things they brought back into the car with trembling hands.

The place where Yang Yi practiced shooting belonged to Xiao Ran. Xiao Ran had a piece of land and built a holiday wooden house. Behind the wooden house was a forest, and between the wooden house and the woods was a private shooting range.

Yes, Xiao Ran is a rich man.

After locking the door of the wooden house where she had been living for the past few days, Xiao Ran leaned against the wooden house for a long time before finally getting in the car.

After sitting in the car, Xiao Ran finally said sadly: "I spent a lot of good time here. My adoptive mother taught me how to shoot here. She would shoot with me every day. I have to leave now. I don't know. I'm a little sad whether I can come back or not."

Yang Yi would never say anything like leaving if he couldn't bear it anymore, because he knew that Xiao Ran had no choice. Since the cleaner let Xiao Ran know everything, he had no intention of letting Xiao Ran stay out of it, even though Erwin didn't know anything. explain.

"Your adoptive mother must be an amazing person, right?"

Xiao Ran nodded and said solemnly: "Yes, she is indeed a very remarkable person."

Xiao Ran didn't want to talk too much about her adoptive mother. She had always been like this, so she just responded to Yang Yi, and Xiao Ran stepped on the accelerator and drove the car out.

In the past few days, Yang Yi had already discovered that Xiao Ran's crash in front of him was of course intentional, because Xiao Ran not only knew how to drive, but also drove very well.

Xiao Ran's mood was not high, so after returning to her home in the suburbs, Xiao Ran started cooking.

Xiao Ran likes to cook to calm down her emotions. Yang Yi thinks her habit is very good, very good.

Yang Yi is cleaning his gun. He needs to use several guns to shoot a large number of bullets every day, because Yang Yi needs to be familiar with various firearms, but he has to clean the gun after firing it. Although some guns do not need to be cleaned after firing hundreds of bullets, but Xiao Ran's habit was to wipe the gun after using it, so Yang Yi inherited this habit.

One cooked and the other cleaned the gun. After Xiao Ran made the rice, Yang Yi also cleaned the gun.

Xiao Ran cooked a few dishes today, but the two of them were very silent while eating.

After eating, Xiao Ran took the pistol that Yang Yi had cleaned and packed and put it in her gun room. Then she took out four pistols, one M1911A1, one Glock 21, and one USP45. , and a MK23.

Putting the four pistols on the table, Xiao Ran said calmly: "These four guns are all .45-caliber classics and very common. After firing ten thousand rounds of ammunition with these four guns, you can also I have mastered the shooting feeling of .45 caliber. This MK23 is my backup gun. I will lend it to you but you are not allowed to throw it away."

"Thanks."

"You are welcome."

Xiao Ran returned to her gun room. After a while, she said in a deep voice: "Come here and help me."

Xiao Ran was holding a rifle storage box in each hand, and there were four more at her feet. Yang Yi asked in surprise: "Bring them all with you?"

"Bring them all."

"Are you moving or something? Did you bring so many? This is a rifle, not a pistol."

Xiao Ran didn't argue with Yang Yi this time. She looked at the storage box at her feet and whispered: "These guns have different calibers, different ranges, and different uses. Well, actually I just can't bear to part with it... …”

Yang Yi whispered: "It's not like I won't come back. Listen to me. Let's just take one, the main gun. Don't forget that we still have to go from the United States to Europe. This road is not easy to walk. Take it with you. Wouldn’t it be more distressing to lose so many guns?”

Xiao Ran struggled for a while, and finally said with a painful look on his face: "Okay, just bring the master with the gun."

Helping Xiao Ran put the gun back to its original position, Yang Yi said with a relaxed look: "I said you don't need to be too sad. You can come back if you want to come back later. Wouldn't it be better to leave your things at home? Your security system here is so Okay, we can’t throw it away.”

Xiao Ran said in a daze: "I don't know why, but there is always something... I hope so."

There are three updates today, but the next two updates will be later, because it is a critical period again, and I cannot handle it too hastily. I have to think carefully.