Chapter 229: Talent

Yang Yi picked up a pistol with his left hand.
It is the Glock 17 pistol.
Why can I see Glock 17 everywhere, because this kind of gun is really too successful, and nowhere else, Glock has occupied 40% of the police gun market in the United States.
This gun can be seen all over the world. Of course, there is no shortage in Xiao Yu.
Yang Yi took the version of Glock 17 that can lift the empty hang up by left and right hands. Plus this gun has no external insurance, and the double-action trigger can be used to hit, which is very convenient.
The target is a personal target at ten meters, and Yang Yi raised a pistol and aimed at the target.
Now Yang Yi’s arms are very powerful. The weight of the pistol has nothing to do with him. He shot and the gun was very stable. After 10 rounds of bullets, he put down the gun and stood next to him. Xiao Yu said: "How?"
Xiao Yu looked at Yang Yi and said with no expression: "It’s okay, one ring, ten rings, two rings, six rings, and six rings."
Yang Yi satisfied with a sigh of relief and smiled: "It is not difficult."
Xiao Yu’s cold road:
This is a 10-meter target, just a 10-meter target, a fixed target of 10 meters. What do you want?

Yang Yi twisted her neck and said: "Paul told me that the pistol shooting is mostly targeted within ten meters. You can see that it is not okay to play."
Xiao Yu didn't talk. She lifted her MK23, which was huge and full of plug-ins. Then she started to fight.
Xiao Yu is playing a 30-meter target.
The same is a dozen bullets, but Xiao Yu is much faster than Yang Yi.
After a hard breath, Xiao Yu won the noise reduction earmuffs, facing Yang Yidao: "Ten ten rings, you come to try."
Yang Yi changed a magazine and raised the gun. Then he finished playing in one breath and found that only four bullets were on the target because he was playing at the speed of Xiao Yu.
As for the number of rings, don't report it, shame.
Looking at the target, Yang Yijun put down the pistol and whispered: "How could this be..."
Xiao Yu smiled proudly and said: "Don't say anything, hit it. Actually, you should start with a five-meter target."
Yang Yi sighed and said: "Why must I use Glock 17? Paul told me that I am the best P229."
Xiao Yu Shen Sheng: "I will let you practice p229, but as a spy, you need to be able to pick up all kinds of pistols and play as well. 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 way it looks."
Xiao Yu looked at Yang Yi, took a deep breath, and then sighed: "Less nonsense, fight!"
Yang Yi started shooting, he shot a full-bomb of 17 shots, and then he stopped.
"Why stop? Change the magazine and continue."
Yang Yi feels that there is nothing to play 50,000 rounds of bullets a month, but now, he just hits less than forty bullets and feels that his wrist is a little uncomfortable.
It was uncomfortable, although it still didn't hurt.
"I change hands."
Picking up another Glock 17 with his right hand, Yang Yi hit two more magazines.
Yang Yi was full of expectations for practice shooting, but when he just played dozens of bullets, he began to feel boring.
Yang Yi stopped again, Xiao Yu slowly looked at him and said: "Continue."
Yang Yi changed his hand and played two more magazines again. Then he really didn't want to fight.
It’s just that I don’t feel a few shots, but if I open dozens of shots, my wrists will really hurt.
It really hurts.

Can you take a break?

Xiao Yu smiled and said: "I started practicing shooting at the age of twelve. At that time, I played at least one hundred bullets every day, starting from the most boring close-range fixed target, and then slowly increasing the difficulty and increasing the shooting. The fun, now you don't think too much, just hit it like this, until you spit."
Yang Yi took a moment and said: "Can you change the gun?"
"You can change P229, but the shot can't stop."
Yang Yi even hit more than a hundred bullets, and then he stopped again.
"How about playing 50,000 bullets a month?"
Looking at the bitter-colored Yang Yi, Xiao Yu smiled and said: "A shot and a shot, listen, I will take you to my secret private shooting range, I will provide my own bullet inventory, let me use my top pistol You come to practice, not to listen to your complaints. Now, pick up the gun and put all the bullets on me, can't you?"
Yang Yi also felt a bit ashamed, so he stopped talking and began to concentrate on shooting.
When I hit five hundred bullets, Yang Yi really wanted to vomit.
Shooting is very interesting, but it’s boring to repeat the repeated shots.
If you let Yang Yi shoot a target hundreds of meters away with a sniper rifle, it might be a little bit interesting, but it is really boring to keep him shooting against a target that is only ten meters away and has been hit.
Five hundred rounds of bullets were shot with machine guns, and the effort was swept away.
But only a pistol can be different.
Playing with the left hand, playing with the right hand, and holding the gun with both hands~EbookFREE.me~Yang Yi thinks that his two wrists are beginning to get sour and swollen.
In fact, Yang Yi is also a persevering person. He can also slap his hand, but when he finishes a thousand bullets, he really doesn't want to fight.
"Okay, hit here today."
Xiao Yu finally said that she stopped. She took off her earmuffs and smiled and said: "Your right arm has just been removed, and it has not recovered completely. Let's play less today."
Yang Yi squats on his wrist, and his face is puzzled: "How did you get it out?"
"How can I practice without such training? Good shooters are all fed by bullets. Some people have talents. If you have talents and hard work, you can be a sharpshooter. Some people have no talent, but they can’t be hundreds of thousands of bullets. Good shooter, you didn't expect to be a sharpshooter, but at least you have to make a shot within ten meters."
Yang Yi is very convinced: "Why can't I be a sharpshooter?"
"Because you have no talent, your qualifications are ordinary people, so of course you can't be a sharpshooter."
"how about you?"
Xiao Yu was very confident to turn around. An iron target that was 50 meters away was shot, and every time she fired a shot, the iron target slammed.
"Look, this is talent."
Yang Yi didn't talk. He played an afternoon and played a thousand bullets. Now he knows the concept of shooting a distance of 50 meters with a pistol. Let him slowly aim and shoot slowly. Xiao Yu’s weightlifting is so light that it’s really impossible to hit him casually.
Scratching his head, Yang Yi whispered: "We are here for another week, then go to Las Vegas, I will lay the foundation first, and then let the brave brother teach me when I might be better."
Xiao Yu smiled faintly and said: "I am afraid of shame? Don't worry, it will be a rookie if you have been cooking for a week. Don't think about beautiful things."