"Mr. Zhao, this is your first time playing with a gun, mainly to feel the charm of the gun, so based on your situation, we have also developed a complete experience plan for you.

We have prepared six types of pistols for you, including Desert Eagle, Glock 17, Colt 1911A1, Ruger P85, Swiss P228, and Italy Bereta 92F.

Whether it is the most powerful or the lightest, there are the best comprehensive performance. You can test each one and choose the one you are most used to using, and you can practice it for a long time in the future."

Zhao Shanhe looked at the row of guns in front of him that were not loaded with bullets, his eyes were filled with excitement. "Is the Desert Eagle the most powerful?"

Officer Mao, who provided service to Zhao Shanhe, shook his head with a smile and said, "The quality of a pistol is not only about the power, but also about the accuracy, recoil, fit with his palms, etc....

Although the Desert Eagle is famous for its powerful power, it is not comfortable to use. Ordinary people may cause wrist contusion if they fire a few shots.

However, my suggestion is that you will play this one at the beginning, because it is powerful and has strong recoil, so you can control it when your wrist is not under gravity."

He sorted several guns one by one, and the Desert Eagle first tried, then Colt, P228, Ruger, P85, Berletta, and finally Glock.

These guns have several types of bullets that can be used for use.

Zhao Shanhe asked: "Did you sort this way by the power?"

"It's almost the same, but I see that you are strong and might not be the sort you are used to."

Zhao Shanhe looked at the second largest Bereta and asked, "Beretta is so big, but its power is so small?"

He was stunned for a moment and replied, "No, Bereta has the best overall performance. Although its gun is large, its recoil is almost the least. I'll be in the back and let you try."

"So, according to your feeling, Glock is ranked first?"

"No. Glock uses a lot of plastic, the gun is the lightest and the cheapest.... Of course, you may not care about this, it's just my habit."

Officer Mao began to open the bolt and explained the details of each gun, the functions and functions of each gun to Zhao Shanhe, and then loaded the magazine loaded into the gun handle.

"Do not point the gun at the person, turn on the safety before aiming. When holding the gun, you should be weak inside and solid outside, and do not hold it tightly, leaving a certain buffering force.

Of course, you should not relax, you must hold it tightly, because the recoil of the Desert Eagle can easily cause wrist contusion, and the muzzle jumps too much and can easily cause accidents."

After being trained by him for a while, he then stood behind Zhao Shanhe and stared at Zhao Shanhe's movements.

"Okay, now use your left hand to open the safety, then hold the gun handle with your right hand, hold your right hand with your left hand, aiming ahead..."

With headphones, the gunshots were not as loud as Zhao Shanhe expected, but when the gunshots sounded, the guns were smashed heavily, and the shells flying out of the gun chamber scared Zhao Shanhe.

"Stop. How do you feel?"

Zhao Shanhe smiled and said, "I just fired a shot, I don't feel anything."

"I'm asking you how much recoil is, and whether the control of the gun is expected."

"It's OK, it can bear it. However, I haven't mastered the rhythm of shooting, and the time of exerting force on my palms and wrists is not well controlled."

"It's like this for novices. Just like riding a horse, people who can't ride will feel sore in their backs, buttocks, and legs. People who can ride horses will follow the horse's rhyme and will not feel tired.

The same is true for shooting. It is loose inside and tight outside, leaving a buffering force for the palm. It must be tight before shooting. After shooting, you must learn to relax as the recoil is transmitted to your hands."

He fired again and there was a thunderous gunshot. Although Zhao Shanhe tried his best to control the beating of the muzzle, the beating of the muzzle was still very large, at least exceeding his imagination.

His current physique is almost twice as good as that of ordinary people. It is like this. If it were ordinary people, it would definitely be even more uncomfortable.

However, the shock of shooting brings people a sense of pleasure than anything else.

Seeing that Zhao Shanhe was under good control, Officer Mao picked up the telescope and looked at the target paper. "The first shot jumped from the target, the second shot three rings, it was not bad."

Zhao Shanhe was surprised. "The Third Ring Road is still... not bad?"

"This is the Desert Eagle. Among the semi-automatic pistols, it is almost the most difficult to control, and it is only a little lighter than the powerful revolver recoil. It is a hunting pistol and is not suitable for combat at all. Don't say that it is your first time playing a gun, even many veterans can't control this kind of gun.

There is a saying in our police circle: If there is no 18, don’t try the Desert Eagle. One hundred and eight refers to weight..."

"In other words, playing the Desert Eagle requires a lot of physical strength?"

"Yes. A novice plays the Desert Eagle. He fired only one shot, which caused his wrist bruises and he recuperated for half a month. I don't usually play this, and I need to find the gun that suits me the most, which makes it even more fun."

Zhao Shanhe nodded, raised his muzzle again, and aimed in front of him.

"Dong, dun, dun..."

Zhao Shanhe finished firing the bullets in the magazine and then stopped. Officer Mao looked at Zhao Shanhe and was a little stunned. "How is your wrist feeling?"

"It's okay..." Zhao Shanhe moved his wrists. "I didn't feel uncomfortable."

He smiled and said, "This means that you have good physique and strong wrists. But you are an excellent athlete and are the few with the strongest physical strength. Come on, let's try other guns..."

Next, Zhao Shanhe had a good time.

Each gun fired all the bullets inside the magazine and tested the feeling of various guns in turn.

Although Glock's pistol is famous, it doesn't feel good at all when used.

Because of the large amount of engineering plastic, the gun is very light and the handle feels good, but it feels much worse when you shoot.

Colt's power is also OK, but when shooting, the center of gravity of the gun is not suitable.

The P228 gun is too small and it doesn't feel like holding it in your hand.

The most comfortable ones to use are Ruger and Berletta.

The feel and weight of these two guns are very comfortable. In comparison, Ruger is more compact, while Berletta is bigger and looks better.

Both guns are also very powerful, and in terms of stability, Berletta is better, and it is worthy of being the world's famous gun with the highest comprehensive performance.

Finally, Zhao Shanhe chose the more charming Beretta. "Put away the other guns, I'll just play with this gun."

Xiaozhuang came from his target room, greeted Officer Mao, and sat in the rest seat behind.

"Why don't you play?"

"I've got a wrist injury and I don't want to play anymore."

Officer Mao asked: "How many bullets are needed? I'll take them over."

Zhao Shanhe thought for a while and said, "There are 15 rounds in full magazines, so let's talk about it first after the game."

Xiaozhuang glanced at Boletta in Zhao Shanhe's hand, pretended to be an amateur and said, "I was playing with this kind of gun over there just now, and it felt pretty good."

Zhao Shanhe squeezed his eyes. "Of course, this is what I selected from six types of guns."

Soon, the staff sent another 150 bullets.

Xiaozhuang pretended to be an amateur, but did not show any expression at all. She sat behind and ate fruits and read pictorials.

Officer Mao was responsible for helping Zhao Shanhe load the bullets and replace the magazines.

Zhao Shanhe didn't have to worry about anything and began to practice marksmanship.

He has good physical fitness and stable hands. Now he is mainly engaged in stability and accuracy.

The accuracy of marksmanship must be improved through a lot of practice, and good marksmanship are fed by bullets.

He played for several rounds in a row. In the eighth round, Zhao Shanhe scored his best score, with an average number of rings reaching the eighth ring.

Although I wanted to continue my efforts in the ninth and tenth rounds, I only scored an average score of less than 7.5 rings.

Even so, Officer Mao had already praised it. "It's already very good. Ordinary people can't bear the recoil of firing more than 200 shots in a row."

Zhao Shanhe was still a little dissatisfied. "Stay for a while and play ten more rounds."

After leaving the shooting range, Xiaozhuang shook his head and said, "There are too many constraints here, and I dare not show it at all. If we have time, we will go to Texas together, which is the paradise for playing guns."

"But I want to practice shooting skills well, it's impossible to go to Texas."

"You seem to be very urgent, and you don't need to practice marksmanship."

"But with good marksmanship, I will feel safe."

Coming to this chaotic world, a sense of security is what Zhao Shanhe lacks the most now.

The systematic reward for punishing evil and promoting good has long made him eager to try, but because he does not have the ability to punish evil and promoting good, he can only slowly enrich himself.

Xiaozhuang always felt that he couldn't guess Zhao Shanhe's idea. A billionaire, he didn't like what he wanted to do, like to be a hero.

Moreover, for this hobby, he has spent tens of millions to buy property and vehicles, and will continue to spend money in the future.

This hobby is really luxurious!

Isn’t it good to enjoy life happily? I just want to take risks.

As soon as he returned to the downstairs of the studio, Xiaozhuang braked, then accelerated the turn and left there.

Zhao Shanhe raised his head in surprise and watched around. "What's wrong?"

Xiaozhuang also said in surprise: "I just saw your mother downstairs, why is she here?"

"Leave here first, call the fourth brother and tell him not to go out casually."

Xiaozhuang was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhao Shanhe, and asked hesitantly: "What's going on? Is your mother interested in the fourth brother?"

Zhao Shanhe sighed and said, "An old handsome guy like the Fourth Brother is too attractive to a middle-aged woman."

Xiaozhuang held it for a moment, couldn't hold it in, and laughed loudly. "I said, why was your mother here? I'm afraid she saw the fourth brother appear and then wait here!"

Zhao Shanhe was speechless, mainly because the fourth brother had a high vision and his mother was not good-looking. Although he was rich now, the fourth brother was not a person who loved money.

Including Xiaozhuang, he is not greedy for money and doesn’t care about money at all.

Besides, he felt a little frustrated when he wanted to find a stepfather for himself.

It’s not that he can’t stand his mother being with the fourth brother, but he simply doesn’t want to enter too many close people in his own world.

Xiaozhuang smiled for a while and looked at Zhao Shanhe's face. "Do you don't agree?"

"The key is that my mother is not good-looking, and the fourth brother may not be able to like it!"

Xiaozhuang smiled and said, "Maybe the fourth brother doesn't care about appearance, he only cares about having a warm home..."
Chapter completed!