224: Going to the Meeting
Although it was pitch dark outside, Yang Jian had even pulled up a searchlight from the construction site to illuminate an entire clearing.
“Bang~!”
A gunshot rang out, and a bullet flew off to who knows where.
Yang Jian put down the gun in his hand and searched for a long time but couldn’t find the point of impact.
“Indeed, within five meters is my effective range; beyond twenty meters, it’s quite normal to miss. There’s no need to lose heart, just keep practicing.”
Though it was the equivalent of a last-minute cram, he had the resources to practice his shooting since he had applied for a batch of standard training ammunition.
Yet, without professional guidance, watching some videos he found online hardly had any significant effect.
“Bang~!”
Another shot fired.
The bullet landed three meters away from a glass bottle, twenty meters out.
“Much improved, keep practicing and it should be about right,” Yang Jian felt quite satisfied as this time he at least saw where the bullet had landed.
But at that moment, a gunshot sounded by his ear.
And the glass bottle he had just been aiming at shattered instantly.
Yang Jian looked over at Zhang Wei, “How did you hit it just now?”
“It’s simple, at such a close distance anyone who’s not blind could hit it,” Zhang Wei said, “It’s not difficult, watch.”
After speaking, he fired another shot.
Without even aiming, another glass bottle twenty meters away shattered.
“See, isn’t it very simple?” Zhang Wei said.
Not simple at all.
Yang Jian criticized inwardly.
Zhang Wei said, “Brother Tui, you haven’t hit a single bottle after so much practice, have you?”
“Well, I’m still getting the feel for it. If the feeling isn’t there, the shooting is bound to be off. Once I’ve got the feel for it, I’ll definitely hit the target one hundred percent,” Yang Jian said, “But this gunplay isn’t as easy as I imagined. Hitting a target at twenty meters is nothing; if you can hit the bottle at thirty meters, that would be impressive.”
“Bang~!”
The next moment, Zhang Wei fired again, and the bottle at thirty meters instantly shattered. Then he looked at him, “There’s no difficulty here either, twenty or thirty meters, it’s all pretty much the same, isn’t it?”
“…”
Yang Jian then said, “Try hitting that streetlight at fifty meters.”
He subsequently pointed to a streetlight over fifty meters away.
“It’s a bit far, but not difficult for me,” Zhang Wei remarked as he glanced at it, blinked his eyes, reached out with his hand and fired a shot without even pre-aiming, and even the posture in which he held the gun, was wrong.
“Bang~!”
The streetlight over fifty meters away exploded upon impact.
“How exactly do you do it?” After a pause, Yang Jian looked oddly at him.
“It’s easy, just align three points in a straight line: isn’t there a raised thing on top of the pistol? Just align it with the target and your eye, then fire, and with a bang, it’s a hit,” Zhang Wei explained.
After finishing, he fired again, shattering another glass bottle.
“But just now, you didn’t aim at all, so where’s the three-point line?” Yang Jian asked.
“The three-point line is for beginners. What I used just now is my own invented grip, commonly known as the Gun Trembling Technique. Look at my hand, shaking as it fires, hitting the target,” Zhang Wei demonstrated.
His hand holding the gun trembled, and with a bang of the gunshot, another lampshade fifty meters away shattered.
“Brother Tui, let me teach you, it’s very simple. While shaking, look at that distant glass bottle, and with a bang, it’ll shatter,” Zhang Wei said.
After finishing, he fired again, shattering another glass bottle.
Yang Jian tried it doubtfully, his hand holding the pistol trembling, and with a bang, a bullet fell in front of him, nearly hitting Zhang Wei’s foot.
“Brother Tui, that’s not how you’re supposed to tremble, you need to be gentle, just like you’re with your own wife,” Zhang Wei said, startled.
“…I feel like you’ve tricked me,” Yang Jian said.
“I really didn’t trick you, this method is simple, let me switch hands and demonstrate for you,” Zhang Wei said.
He then took the gun in his left hand and accurately shattered a glass bottle.
“Besides the left hand, the logic behind using both hands to hold the gun is the same,” Zhang Wei said, picking up another pistol. With both hands, he fired and two glass bottles far away shattered.
“Just like this, watch me.”
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
Zhang Wei fired in rapid succession, shattering all the glass bottles that had been difficult to set up.
“Okay, okay, no more demonstrating, I get it—you must be cheating,” Yang Jian said.
“Cheating? Brother Tui, I, Zhang Wei, never cheat when I shoot. Only orphans cheat. Do I look like an orphan to you? Remember back when I took you chicken hunting, if it weren’t for you dying four or five times in a single game, how could we have never made it into the top three? And the time I took on three by myself, got knocked down, leaving the last enemy with a sliver of health, and you went in with a rifle holding forty bullets, didn’t land a single shot and got counter-killed by a pistol. So, Brother Tui, you have to face reality; you might genuinely lack talent in shooting. You can only hit large targets within five meters,” Zhang Wei said.