Shooting of 009 Tianhuo

  Although what he did makes me sick, I couldn't stop admiring him. He can be said to be a despicable scoundrel, but at the same time, he is also one of the kindest people.

  Cheng Kai finished speaking in a pretentious manner and left, still wearing an extremely expensive pair of headphones that he had specially ordered, probably the only one of its kind in the world, unique and also a symbol of his identity.

  That guy didn't show up until the end of training, and when he did, it was during the final assessment. I thought he didn't have any special abilities, but it turned out he was a crucial part of our team on the battlefield, really awesome. If we didn't have him, we might not even know how many times we'd died.

  At this time, another person took over, the previous Tianhuo, at this time, he was holding an 88-style sniper rifle, which is a relatively common sniper rifle used in mainland China. It has the advantages of long range and great power, but it also has the disadvantages of large recoil, small carrying capacity, too heavy gun quality, too long gun length, and poor mobility. The 88-style sniper rifle is now widely used by special forces. Anyway, I don't like this thing very much, it's ugly and hard to look at. In fact, there are many advanced firearms in the world, and I've always been puzzled as to why China doesn't equip itself with advanced firearms. I have great confidence in the manufacturing capabilities of the Chinese people. In China, anything can be copied, as long as you think about it, the great Chinese people can make it for you.

  "Everyone listen to my command, follow in my footsteps, those who can't keep up will be eliminated directly."

  Tian Huo finished speaking and led the way into the jungle, where there was no road, just a dense thicket of trees. At that time, I could only think of one phrase to describe it, and that's what I said. After all, as someone who didn't read much and worked as a cook and pig farmer, I wasn't familiar with those kinds of terms. Only when someone explained them to me would I pay attention. Usually, if I saw a handgun, I'd just call it a handgun - I wouldn't bother looking at the model number. Three words: "too tired".

  Tianhuo's equipment is not much worse than ours, but his speed is very fast. I also wasted a lot of effort to barely keep up with his speed. My speed in the jungle is not very fast, but Tianhuo is indeed the fastest person among us. In the last few years, whenever we chased and hunted down enemies in the jungle, he was the one who went alone. He's the fastest, and if he can't do it, none of us would be able to either. Tianhuo is a very sturdy man who has always been in charge of our firepower cover. He likes using machine guns, but he's also an excellent master of firearms. As long as he's handled a gun, with just a piece of iron and a lathe, he can make one for you with 98% similarity, without affecting its use at all. He's a mobile gun-making machine, a genius with firearms.

  I looked at Tian Huo and felt like cursing him out. We had been sprinting at full speed for two hours, but that bastard didn't seem to know what it meant to be tired.

  When we arrived at the destination, other instructors were already there waiting for us. There were many sniper rifles scattered on the ground. I don't know where Tianyan went. The other instructors were doing all sorts of things - eating meat, drinking wine, smoking cigarettes, listening to music... in short, not a single one looked like an instructor.

  "Everyone uses the Type 88 sniper rifle, aiming at the coins on top of the rod in the distance. Twenty rounds, fifteen coins, one hour time limit, 100 meters away, self-replacement of coins, all hits are qualified, and the rest are eliminated." Ta Huo shouted loudly and started shooting while lying on the ground.

  The ground here is all sharp gravel, lying on it is particularly uncomfortable. Add the recoil of that 88 sniper rifle, every time I fire a shot, my knees and arms ache. Actually, I'm quite puzzled, with such good guns, why use this ugly one? For example, the gun in my hand now looks much better than that 88. Later they all laughed at me, using a gun without looking at its performance, just looking at whether it's good-looking or not. Sometimes I feel helpless too, I'm just this kind of person, can't help it, and can't change either.

  The distance between each of us is only one meter, which means that after everyone lies down, there isn't much distance left. The target in front is also one meter away from the rod, and the distance is not considered far. After all, I had already practiced my shooting skills with my two masters before, so it's not a problem for me at all.

  I carefully disassembled the gun and then reassembled it, for me now, this kind of thing is already very simple, Zhang Guang had told me long ago that all guns need to be checked before use, as long as you have time, because everyone's usage habits are different, guns also have their own character, only by understanding them can you shoot accurately.

  It's all nonsense in my eyes, I don't believe in these things at all. In the end, I finally understood that he meant for me to check and familiarize myself with the gun, although I didn't understand, I still did as I was told.

  I thought it was a simple thing at first, but in the end I found out it wasn't. When I aimed at the coin, the sun just happened to shine on the coin, and looking directly at it was a bit dazzling. Moreover, people would appear from time to time on both sides of the target. When I spent five minutes shooting my first shot, when I ran over to change the coin, I felt a little nervous, with such a close distance, if I ran a little off course, I might be directly killed by someone's gunshot. After changing the coin, my legs were almost numb, and I could clearly feel my legs trembling. Standing on the target, looking back and forth, you would see one black gun barrel after another, as if they were all aiming at me. Although I knew the target wasn't me, I was still afraid that someone might accidentally shoot off course and I would be completely finished. I hadn't even dealt with those bastards yet, nor had I been with the woman I liked. So I must hold on. I forced myself to cheer up and walked quickly over, not daring to run.

  I ran back to finish the second shot when I was about to go exchange coins, and out of habit, I touched my pocket and found a hard object. I took it out and saw that it was a piece of chocolate that was almost melted.

  "It's all mom's fault, can't even eat it, what's the point of having him."

  When I was about to throw it away, I saw the coin in the distance and looked at the chocolate in my hand. Suddenly an idea popped up, I ran over and applied chocolate on top of the coin. Anyway, no one said you can't do this, as long as it doesn't reflect light, it will be much simpler. I'm getting more and more impressed with myself. Besides, only a foodie like me would carry chocolate around, others would bring compressed biscuits or something. This has been in my pocket for a week already.