At six o'clock in the morning, I arrived at Popov's gym early to start my day's training. The so-called kung fu is a process of dripping water through stones, quantitative change to qualitative change. While skill is essential, hard work is my greatest weapon. I'm harder than any fighter, so I'm not afraid of any fighter.

I didn't want to open the wound on my fist that had healed, so I simply did a few bench presses and focused on my leg sweep. The penetrating leg sweep was particularly powerful in the muffled sound, so that the bodyguards who came in one after another ran over to watch. Many of Popov's bodyguards are retired special forces members with high physical fitness and athletic talent. Coupled with the martial spirit of their own Russia, they praised me for my continuous vigorous leg sweeps. Insiders watch the doorway, they know that my seemingly ordinary leg sweep has the power to destroy the withering and decaying in actual combat.

"Mad Dog, the boss asked me to bring you a present. Buno shook one of his suitcases and smiled at me.

Picking up a towel and wiping off the sweat, I took the little black box and asked, "What's that?"

"Open it and take a look. Buno smiled mysteriously as he watched as I lifted the black cap of my suitcase.

"Gun?" a silvery-white shiny pistol lay silently in the box, next to a magazine and bullets wrapped in a transparent box. "A pistol, worthy of your mystery?" I took the pistol and tossed it in my hand, it felt good, the workmanship was quite fine, and there was a heavy feeling in my hand.

"A pistol?" Buno's browning brow looked a little incredulous, "Please, this is the Eagle of the Desert (Harmony), have you heard of it?" Facing this world-famous gun but not knowing it, I completely became an old man in Buno's eyes.

"I've heard that this gun was in a game I've played before. I nodded. I was used to swinging my fists, and I really didn't know much about pistols and rifles, so I asked blankly, "Is it amazing?"

"It's known as the king of pistols!" Buno took the Desert Eagle from my hand, gently pulled the bolt, and looked around, "It's the heavy cannon inside the pistol, a treasure that all gun lovers must treasure." Now it's selling for $10,000 on the black market, you know what it's worth, right?"

"Is it that good?" I took out my bullet and looked at it, but I couldn't tell anything about the heavy artillery.

"Try it at the shooting range?" Buno said with a little affection for this gun, "The boss is really nice to you, our standard equipment is all 54 (Harmony) pistols smuggled from your country, and there is no comparison with this one." ”

"Is there a shooting range here?" I was a little amazed, I really had money to be willful.

"Of course. Buno tapped me on the shoulder, "There are so many places you haven't been to such a large estate." ”

After driving an electric car on the estate for about five minutes, Buno took me to a square building: "The boss has always loved shooting, and this is a shooting range he built specifically for shooting. Not only are there all kinds of guns, but there are also a variety of original bows and slingshots, so you can try them later. ”

"Your boss really knows how to play. "I followed Buno inside. If I had the money, I would have built myself a well-equipped gym at most, and I would never have thought of building a shooting range for my own entertainment. In the end, my vision is narrow enough, and I am destined not to be rich.

After walking a short distance, Buno led me to a room, turned on the light, and threw me a pair of earplugs: "You'll try it later?"

Good. I replied and nodded. I also want to see the power of this heavy cannon.

Teach me how to load the bullets, Buno gave me a gesture to shoot and helped me pull the bolt: "The recoil of these guns is very high, you can hold on to it a little bit." ”

"Good. "I put on earplugs, held the gun in both hands, and followed Buno's posture to aim at the target 20 meters away according to the principle of three points and one line.

"Bang!" I pulled the trigger and fired a bullet. Although Buno had warned of the gun's huge recoil, I was still shocked by the huge vibration of the gun. The gun was almost out of my hand, and the wound on my fist was shattered again, and the red blood flowed out again.

"That's a good thing!" I exclaimed. This huge recoil is definitely worthy of the title of "heavy artillery". I was also aroused to play, and such a good gun also gave birth to the desire to conquer it.

This time, I was holding a gun in one hand and facing the target. The first bullet was after all that I was not familiar with the pistol and did not understand what the so-called recoil was. However, after years of training, I can definitely control this firearm with one-handed strength.

"Bang bang bang!" This time, I pulled the trigger and let out the bullets freely, and all the bullets in the magazine were fired in one go. The huge vibration completely tore the wound on my fist, but I didn't care about the pain in my hand at all, and there was more of an indescribable pleasure in my heart. There are indeed reasons why people like it.

"Cool?" Buno looked at me and pressed the button on the table. The target slowly moved to us, allowing us to clearly see the results of my target shooting.

The results of the seven bullets are basically around the fifth or sixth ring, which makes me a little dissatisfied. I thought my results should be within the eight rings, but luckily I didn't miss the target.

"Is this really your first time touching a gun?" Buno took off the target paper and handed it to me, "I can only be jealous of your talent for such an achievement, with a little training you can definitely become a gun king." ”

"Really?" I was a little surprised, I didn't expect that what I thought was an average result actually had the potential to become a gun king in Buno's eyes.

"I'll try. Buno took the gun from my hand, expertly loaded the bullets, put on the earplugs, smiled at me, and said modestly, "I haven't been here to shoot in a long time." ”

Raise the gun, press the shoulder, and pay attention. Buno's movements are done in one go, and he looks quite professional. It is worthy of the retirement of the special forces, and the trigger is also rhythmic. "Bang, bang, bang。。。。。。 "The muzzle of the gun was almost the same for the time of each tongue of fire. "Hey, there's a shot that might be crooked. Buno took off the earbuds, smiled at me, and pressed the button.

The six bullets were tightly packed within the ten rings, and the crooked bullet he was talking about was between the ten rings and the nine rings. Such results show that Buno is definitely a very good Gunners.

I gave Buno a thumbs up.

"I'm all bullet-fed. Buno was also satisfied with the result, smiled, and took off the target paper, "I've seen talented gunners shoot ten rings in the second shot. ”

"There are people in this world who have extraordinary talents in some way. I nodded. Just like I roll the dice, I just feel the number I want. It is true that the results of my training at that time are indispensable, but what is more important is the feeling of being a little sharper, and this feeling is also called talent.

Taking the pistol from Buno and touching the hot body, I knew that I had no talent for playing with guns. I didn't have that kind of blood connection with the firearm in my hand, and Buno's praise of me could only be understood as a kind of politeness. I might be able to score 10 rings, but it will take me to play with guns for a long time, and to accumulate bullets in exchange. However, I seem to have a little talent for playing with knives.

"Is there a room for throwing knives in this place?" I suddenly felt a little whim.

"Throwing knives?" Buno's eyes widened, "You want to try throwing knives?"

Buno, who is a pistol enthusiast, is a little puzzled by my problems, and he may not understand why I should play with throwing knives when I have a pistol. Fortunately, there is really a practice room for throwing knives in this place, but there are very few people here.

Pointing to the rows of throwing knives on the shelf, Buno shook his head, "Is this thing better than a gun?"

"I just want to give it a try. "Walking over to the shelf, I gently stroked one throwing knife after another.

The practice room for the flying knife was built relatively simply, with only three targets set up not far away.

"How far is this from those targets?" I picked out two palm-sized throwing knives and held them in my left and right hands.

"Ten meters. Buno estimated, "It seems that you are very interested. ”

I nodded, and visually examined the bull's-eye. Close your eyes, hold the tip of the knife with both hands, and slowly look for the fit between the knife and the person. Gradually, the two knives seemed to become an extension of my arm, and seemed to merge with my blood.

"Medium!" I opened my eyes and threw my hands together, in no particular order. The two throwing knives followed my guidance and sped rapidly, like two dazzling meteors rushing towards the target.

My hand was not lowered by the departure of the knife, my fingertips were still on the target, and I had a feeling that the knife still seemed to be in contact with my hand.

"Shh

That's what I want! This feeling of being one with a knife!

"Holy shit!" Buno was stunned by my performance, looking at me as if he had seen an alien, "Chinese kung fu or fantasy magic?"

I shrugged, laughed, and took two more throwing knives off the shelf. This time, I didn't have the slightest thought, and threw two throwing knives with a wave of my hand.

It's still the bull's-eye of the two targets!

"How long have you been practicing?" Buno picked up a throwing knife and flew out like me. However, the throwing knife did not even touch the edge of the target. Buno looked depressed and tried again, but it was still far from it.

"Mad Dog, how long have you been playing this?" Buno was unwilling, and kept failing and trying.

"How long?" I took the two throwing knives again, swinging them alternately.

Looking at the bullseye that hit again, I smirked: "From the moment I walked through this door." ”