Yang Yi picked up a pistol with his left hand.

It's the Glock 17 pistol again.

Why can you see Glock 17 everywhere? Because this gun is indeed very successful. Not to mention other places, Glock accounts for 40% of the police gun market in the United States.

This gun can be seen all over the world, and of course it will not be missing from Xiao Ran.

Yang Yi was using the version of the Glock 17 that can unlock the empty position with both hands. In addition, this gun has no external security, so it can be hit by pulling the double-action trigger, which is very convenient.

The target was a human target ten meters away. Yang Yi raised his pistol and aimed at the target.

Now Yang Yi's arms are very strong, and the weight of the pistol doesn't feel anything to him. He fired the gun, and the gun was very stable. After 10 rounds of bullets, he put down the gun and said to Xiao Ran who was standing beside him: "How is it?"

Xiao Ran looked at Yang Yi and said expressionlessly: "It's okay, one shot is ten rings, two shots are nine rings, six shots are eight rings, and one shot is six rings."

Yang Yi sighed in satisfaction and said with a smile: "It's not very difficult."

Xiao Ran said coldly: "This is a ten-meter target, just a ten-meter target, a ten-meter fixed target, what else do you want?"

Yang Yi twisted his neck and said, "Paul told me that most of the time the pistol shooting targets are targeted within ten meters. You see, I'm not doing this."

Xiao Ran didn't say anything. She raised her huge mk23, which was full of external pendants, and then started fighting.

Xiao Ran was shooting a thirty-meter target.

There were also ten bullets, but Xiao Ran fired much faster than Yang Yi.

After finishing the fight in one breath, Xiao Ran took down the noise-canceling earmuffs and said to Yang Yi: "Ten shots and ten rings, you can try to beat them."

Yang Yi changed the magazine and raised the gun. After he finished shooting in one breath, he found that only four bullets were on the target because he fired at Xiao Ran's speed.

As for the number of rings, it's embarrassing.

Looking at the target, Yang Yi put down his pistol embarrassedly and whispered: "How could this happen..."

Xiao Ran smiled proudly and said, "Stop talking about anything, fight, you should start with the five-meter target."

Yang Yi sighed and said, "Why do you have to use Glock 17? Paul told me that the most suitable one for me is p229."

Xiao Ran said in a deep voice: "It will let you practice p229, but as a spy, you need to be able to pick up all kinds of pistols and shoot them equally well. The Glock 17 should be the most common pistol now, so let you practice this first."

"But I don't like Glock, I don't like the look of this gun."

Xiao Ran looked at Yang Yi, took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice: "Stop talking nonsense, beat me!"

Yang Yi started shooting, he ran out of a 17-round magazine, and then he stopped.

"Why stop? Change the magazine and continue."

Yang Yi felt that firing 50,000 bullets a month was nothing, but now, he only fired less than forty bullets, and felt a little uncomfortable with his wrists.

It was so shocking that it didn't hurt.

"I'll change my hand."

He picked up another Glock 17 with his right hand, and Yang Yi shot two more magazines.

Yang Yi was full of expectations for practicing shooting, but at this time he only fired dozens of bullets and began to feel boring.

Yang Yi stopped again, Xiao Ran slowly looked at him and said, "Continue."

Yang Yi changed his hand and shot two magazines again, and then he really didn't want to play.

It just doesn't feel anything if you fire a few shots, but if you fire dozens of shots, your wrist will really hurt.

It will really hurt.

"Can you take a break?"

Xiao Ran smiled and said, "I started practicing shooting since I was twelve years old. At that time, I fired at least 100 bullets every day, starting from the most boring close-range fixed target. Later, it gradually increased the difficulty and increased the fun of shooting. Now you don't think too much, just hit it like this, until you vomit."

Yang Yi was stunned for a moment and said, "Can you change the gun?"

"You can switch to p229, but the shooting cannot stop."

Yang Yi fired more than a hundred bullets in a row, and then he stopped again.

"How to fire 50,000 bullets a month?"

Looking at Yang Yi with a bitter look, Xiao Ran smiled and said, "Go shot at me one by one. Listen, I will bring you to my secret private shooting range. I provide my own bullet inventory and use my top pistol to let you practice. It's not to listen to your complaints. Now, pick up the gun and shoot all the bullets for me. Is it OK?"

Yang Yi also felt a little ashamed, so he stopped talking and began to concentrate on shooting.

When he fired five hundred bullets, Yang Yi really wanted to vomit.

Shooting is very interesting, but repeating and repeating the shooting is boring.

If Yang Yi uses a sniper rifle to shoot a target that is hundreds of meters away, it may be a little interesting, but if he keeps shooting at a target that is only ten meters away and has been hit hard, it will be really boring.

Five hundred bullets were shot with machine guns, and they were swept out in a short while.

But it's different if you can only use a pistol.

He hit with his left hand, his right hand, and his gun with both hands, Yang Yi felt that his wrists were starting to become sore and swollen.

In fact, Yang Yi is also a persevering person. He can also attack him, but when he finishes firing a thousand bullets, he really doesn't want to shoot them anymore.

"Okay, let's get here today."

Xiao Ran finally said to stop. She took off her earmuffs and said with a smile: "Your right arm has just removed the stitches and has not recovered thoroughly. I'll do less today."

Yang Yi rubbed his wrists and said with confusion: "That's how did you practice?"

"How can you practice without practicing like this? Good shooters are fed with bullets. Some people have talent, and talent and hard work can be sharpshooters. Some people don't have talent, but they can be good shooters even if they don't have talent. You don't expect to be a sharpshooter, but you have to be perfectly fired within ten meters."

Yang Yi said dissatisfiedly: "Why can't I be a sharpshooter?"

"Because you have no talent and your qualifications are just ordinary people, of course you can't become a sharpshooter."

"What about you?"

Xiao Ran turned around confidently and shot at an iron target fifty meters away. Every time she fired, the iron target would jingle.

"Look, this is talent."

Yang Yi stopped talking. He fired for an afternoon and fired a thousand bullets. Now he knows what it means to shoot a distance of fifty meters with a pistol. He can't hit the gun even if he aims slowly. He can't hit the gun. It's really not possible to lift heavy weight like Xiao Ran, and can hit him casually.

Tickling his head, Yang Yi whispered: "We will practice here for another week, and then go to Las Vegas. I will lay a foundation first, and then let Brother Yong teach me better."

Xiao Ran smiled faintly and said, "Afraid of embarrassing people? Don't worry, you will still be a rookie after practicing for another week, so don't think about good things."
Chapter completed!