"Okay. Thank you. Donovan nodded as he spoke, turned his head to Pete, who had already come to him, and handed it to him, "It's yours." I have my ID card and phone number with me. Check out the rest when you have time. ”

Pete took the things and locked them back into the cabinet as Donovan had instructed. At the same time, Donovan spoke again: "Go to the shooting range." Let me see how far you have all degraded. ”

Pete had thought that everyone was going to leave here together and head to the company's own training ground. But Donovan took everyone directly to the second floor, which is the level of logistics and warehouses.

Pete looked at Jeff beside him after coming to the second floor and said, "There's a shooting range here?" ”

Jeff nodded and said, "Yes." It's not very big, it's used to test guns. Most likely pistols, or some submachine guns. The big guy has to go to the training range. ”

Pete nodded and didn't say anything more, he naturally had no problem with shooting. If you look at his ability in the team, there is no problem in being an accurate shooter.

Although the entry and exit personnel on the second floor are relatively relaxed, they are not actually allowed to enter and exit casually, and there are access controls on many doors. Upon arrival at a warehouse on the west side, there were still security guards standing at the door. Donovan, Pete, and the others were checked one by one before they were allowed to enter the warehouse.

"It seems that everyone is idle today. It seems that no one is testing the gun. After entering the warehouse, the old fellow Evans spoke. It looks like this old guy must have been here a lot, so he is very familiar with this place.

"No one is the best." Donovan said as he walked ahead, "We're going to have to set the rules today. The person with the worst grades settles everyone's dinner today. ”

"Agreed." The old guy Evans arrived immediately.

Jeff looked at Evans and then at Donovan and said, "Agreed." ”

"No problem. Don't be too late. Chili Ochoa said.

In the end, Morris and Cowboy Matt both responded after looking at each other. And when Donovan looked at Pete, Pete immediately nodded and said, "I can do anything." ”

"Good." Donovan nodded in satisfaction, then pulled out his phone and dialed someone's number.

"I guess I called Avery on the phone." Jeff whispered to Pete beside him.

Pete didn't care about Alley at the moment, he turned his head to look around, this place was full of surveillance, there were no dead spots, and the ground and the walls on both sides were very neat. According to Donovan when he came in and introduced the floors, this is still the loosest place, and this is the case in such places, so what would it be like if it was a place with more than three floors?

"How's it going for you?" Donovan immediately answered the phone and said, "If it's nothing important, come over immediately." Yes, headquarters. We're all here, and it's best to have a little event together. That's it. After hanging up, Donovan looked at Evans and said, "Arrange it." M9 pistol. ”

Evans immediately answered and walked towards a door in the warehouse, and a moment later walked briskly with a white man carrying a box older than him. The man quickly glanced around everyone after approaching, and then didn't say anything, and beckoned directly to Donovany, "Follow me." ”

The shooting range for the test is not on the second floor, but from the warehouse, take a special elevator down to the second basement floor. The shooting range is here. After coming here, the old guy who came with Evans came to a firing position, opened the box he was carrying, and took out a handful of M9 and some bullets from it, "How many meters?" ”

Donovan looked at everyone and said, "How about twenty-five meters?" Seeing that everyone had no opinion, he turned his head and said, "Twenty-five meters." Chest target. ”

The old guy who came with everyone nodded and went to a console on the side, clicked a few more times, and erected a chest ring target about thirty meters away, and then moved forward a few meters before stopping.

"Do you want to try the gun first?" The old guy said.

Donovan waved his hand to indicate that he didn't need to, while Evans on the side spoke, "Shall I come first?" ”

"Yes. Five rounds. Donovan said.

Evans nodded and went straight to the firing position, reached for the M9 pistol, expertly pressed five rounds into the magazine, and looked at the target twenty-five meters away. Then he stuffed the two earbuds into his ears very casually, and when he picked up the gun again, he directly raised his hand and fired continuously at the target at 25 meters. After firing five rounds, he skillfully withdrew his arms, unloaded, and withdrew from the magazine and put it back.

Pete looked at the Evans and then at the target in front of him. Although I can't see exactly how many rings I played, judging from the feeling I just saw and the rhythm of this old guy, the number of rings will definitely not be low. Just from taking a gun that is not used to him, raising the gun and hitting it, plus this series of actions, it is easy to know that this old guy is an old fritter who plays with guns.

"How much?" Donovan asked, turning to the man who had brought everyone here.

"Forty-five rings." After looking at the target paper in front of him, the man said as he handed it to Donovan.

Donovan looked at the target paper and then at Evans and said, "We didn't set a time, aren't you afraid of losing money if you fight so fast?" ”

"Haha. He's a fast gunner in every way. Jeff on the side quipped. His other words made everyone else laugh. Evans, on the other hand, shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's not an Olympic shooting competition." If there's a guy standing across from you, will he let you look at it for a minute? Actually, I wasn't fast this time, but I still saw the fight. ”

"Okay." Donovan nodded and looked at the others, "Who's next?" ”

Pete could tell that Donovan was actually happy with the old guy. At least for now, Evans is the least disagreeable Donovan on this team.

"Next?" Donovan repeated, "Forgot how to use a gun?" ”

"Me." Pete glanced at the others, and when no one answered, he shouted and raised his hand, "Sir, I'll try." ”

Donovan nodded and motioned for Pete to go to the firing position. At the same time, the old guy put the target paper back and set up the target at twenty-five meters.

Pete put on his earplugs first and came to the shooting position. He didn't rush to shoot, but first picked up the M9 and weighed it in his hand, and raised the gun to aim at the target without loading the magazine. This gun was not new to him, because the pistol used in the army was the M9. It should be said that anyone who has served as a soldier in this country should be no stranger. Pete had to get used to it for a while before he pulled out five of the bullets he was holding and reloaded them into the magazine unhurriedly.