Chapter 999: Pity

As soon as he picked up the gun, Yang Yi would think of a person.
Who, in addition to the ram, who else.
Yang Yi put the gun down again. He sighed and took the earmuffs down. He looked at the target quietly, then suddenly grabbed the gun from the table, and it was a random fight against the target.
Yang Yi’s gunshots stunned the people around him. Who, one is the same person who shot next to him, and the other is the security officer on the road. He said that he was actually a person who was sitting behind the chair.
Here is the CIA. Of course, there won't be anyone who can't even shoot. So practicing shooting here is actually practicing. You don't have to teach, you can practice it. The gunners are all fed by bullets.
However, Yang Yi’s gunshots are somewhat different. They are different, too fast, too fast, and the 25-meter target is a 9-mm-calibre pistol. It is not an ordinary person who can play so fast.
So the security officer and the people next to Yang Yi couldn't help but look over the head, and then they saw the target paper that was automatically transmitted back.
I played ten rounds of bullets. It was not bad. I had two shots on the target. I had a three-ring, one-seven-ring, and finally I didn’t mention a bald head.
Standing next to Yang Yi, he smiled slightly, but the person with the sign of the security officer couldn’t help but laugh, but fortunately, he shook his head and sat back.
Yang Yi felt a little blushing. He still changed his face with a blank face and then lifted the gun again.
Let’s play hard, play slowly, aim at it again.
In fact, if Yang Yi is playing well, now his shooting method is OK, it is not relying on but not on the kind, the level of the average person, the best level that ordinary people can achieve after a long time.
Shooting slowly with one shot and one shot, and occasionally playing a ten ring, but the last time is also in the Eight Rings. If you hit someone, it will be a gun and a gun.
There is a premise that it cannot be a moving target.
It was just playing, the hands were sour, and Yang Yi finally stopped.
Is there progress? Nothing is going on. Shooting this kind of thing can't be done for Yang Yi anyway. Just like flying a plane, you can learn it twice.
Under the guidance of famous teachers, both Brian and Paul are big experts who use guns. There are environments where guns must be used, and there are also environments for practicing guns. But how can the gunwork be practiced?
Yang Yi is really upset and very upset.
The main reason is that people are more popular than people. When Yang Yiyi practises a gun, he has to think of the ram, and then he will begin to doubt his own level.
How to practice is not as good as others, and what does this mean?
Yang Yichang sighed. He now understands Xiao Yu’s feelings very well. It’s just that you have a big mountain in front of you, how can you not turn over, even if you can’t get through the plane, it’s too bad.
The full bomb had been smashed, and Yang Yi reloaded ten bullets into the magazine. Then he lifted the gun again and fired ten shots at the target.
This time, it’s even worse. It’s the first shot. It’s the first time. After playing fast, the back is flying.
Yang Yi does not understand, how can the Rams play so fast, why? Why?
Can not help but sigh a heavy sigh, Yang Yi put the gun on the table.
Actually, I didn’t throw it, but Yang Yi’s strength was a bit big. When the gun was put down, it made a big sound.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Yang Yi twisted her head and watched the middle-aged man sitting behind him stand up. The look on his face was very dissatisfied.
"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"
The middle-aged man came to Yang Yi. He glanced at Yang Yi and pointed at the gun on the table. "Don't treat the gun like this. Even if it is not your weapon, you should not do this. Do you understand?"

Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Sorry, I have some... Oh, sorry, no."
Yang Yi’s apology was still sincere. The security officer nodded. Then he sighed:
Well, I’m not happy when I see it, otherwise you won’t shoot like that. You can come here and hit a few shots.
Well, this is a good way to vent your emotions, but just hit the bullets out and don't treat the guns rudely."
Yang Yi took a moment, then he shook his head: "I am not in a bad mood, hey, now I am in a bad mood, but I did not mean to vent my emotions."

Why are you playing so fast? No one except the very uncomfortable people, what is the point? What is the significance of wasting bullets?

Yang Yi hesitated for a moment and said: "It makes sense. I want to practice fast shooting. Well, it must be very accurate."
The security officer laughed, and then he waved his hand and said, "Man, you are really joking, so contact the fast shot? Have you not taken a shooting class?"
Yang Yi has some cramped words: "It's not all practice. I want to see what it is like to play like this."
"What level can be used besides off-target."
Yang Yi couldn't help but said: "Are you here for a long time?"
"It’s been a long time, about eleven years."
"Then have you seen anyone who can shoot as fast as I did before, and then hit it accurately."
"What do you say? Quickly kick your fingers and hit them, but you can hit them accurately? Haha, what a joke."
Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief and said: "No, I have seen it. In fact, I just saw it. The speed is similar to that of me. Anyway, I listened to it. Well, he can shoot more than nine rings per shot."
The security officer thought about it. He pulled out his pistol and stepped forward on Yang Yi's target. Then he slammed into the target, and with one hand, there was almost no pause.
After the fight, the security officer sighed, then he pressed the button and waited for the target paper to return to the front and back of the eye, Shen Sheng: "Like this?"
Yang Yi is dumbfounded.
A ring of ten rings, an eight ring, and then the rest are nine rings.
Yang Yi looked at the security officer with the eyes of worship, loudly: "Fuck, master!"
The security officer turned a blind eye~EbookFREE.me~ Then he pointed to Yang Yidao: "I haven't seen the situation you said, but I can do it, but does it make sense? The target is where it will not move, If it is a person, is there a difference between playing one shot and ten shots?"
Yang Yi's mouth was pumped, and then he whispered: "Move the target, if he is playing a moving target?"
The security officer snorted and immediately shook his head: "Impossible, that is impossible, you are joking."
"No, it is possible."
The person who listened to Yang Yi’s conversation was suddenly opening. He left his shooting position and poked out his body. He looked helpless at the security officer: "There are people like this, really, I have seen I almost died in his hand. You asked me why I came here every day to practice shooting. Do I tell you why?"
"No."
"The fact is that my confidence has been destroyed. I lost the courage to pick up the gun. Hey, whenever I pick up the gun, I will remember that person, then I will feel that I am dead, so the psychiatrist suggested that I take a break. Time, then I will shoot here every day, hoping to find confidence."