Maybe Wu Mengxi's tourism real estate business really has attractive natural advantages, at least Buck came to Phuket, facing the sea and sky, mountains and rivers, he felt refreshed, and it was definitely much more comfortable than worrying about life everywhere in Ukraine.

His companions obviously felt the same way, everyone had a smile on their faces, the two sides of the covered truck were transparent, so that they could easily see the sea view, and the men sitting on the benches on both sides of the railing couldn't help but scream a few times, and Ah Nu dared to look back when he drove the car.

However, for the shooting range a few kilometers away, they don't care very much about the hammer, this kind of scene that they have played since childhood is really not interesting, especially seeing that this shooting range is in a dense forest on the side of the highway, relying on a cliff to prevent stray bullets from building a broken goods, even less interested, giggling at the inferior firearms that fool tourists, just stand in the shade of the huge trees with their arms crossed and look at the coastal scenery outside.

It is indeed very simple, except for hanging a few bright spray paintings, it feels like a chicken pen-like open space, the ground is full of fallen leaves, and there are really chickens and ducks swaying through it, and there are a few AK47, AR15 and FAL rifles that are polished everywhere on a long table, and there are a few famous models such as 1911 and Tokarev pistols, but they are all old and have a very high wear rate.

Buck was not interested in touching it, but Nu was very familiar with the past to stuff the local boss who thought he had come to a big business, and pulled out the pistol at his waist to signal, the short, swarthy local grinned and squatted to the side to tease the chickens and ducks, Xiao Nu seemed to come more often, sniffing around lazily lying next to the side and napping.

Ah Nu This is a very good and rare silver pistol, Buck has to take it to see to confirm that it is Sig P230, it looks similar to the previous Huaguo small smashing pistol, but the accuracy and power are much better, it belongs to a small but very fierce model, look at the three or four spare magazines on Ah Nu's waist, you know that he has worked it.

Buck smiled and hugged his arm and leaned on the trunk next to him to make a cheering gesture for Ah Nu, since the boy came here, he was close to the scalp, much more fierce than in Yuqing with a small curly hair, he pursed his mouth and pulled up the side of the T-shirt and stuck it in the gap between the magazines on his waist, before he inserted the pistol back, pretended to take a few steps towards the long table, and suddenly pulled out his gun and shot at the target area twenty or thirty meters away!

It can be seen that Buck has laid a good foundation for the imitation gun no-bullet training that Barker did in Yuqing before, and the teenager has no standard gun shooting, all of which are actual combat movements with the pace, one-handed, two-handed, running, emergency stopping, half-kneeling, and even lying sideways in the thin mud full of tropical rotten deciduous and shooting continuously!

And it was the most suitable double burst that Buck had taught at the beginning, firing quickly every time with the feeling of his fingers, plus a seven-round magazine, Buck understood that this guy was always adding one more bullet to the chamber and always loading.

Vigilance is very high.

The young man who was running fast and shooting also changed the magazine in one go, so that the shooting gun did not seem to be broken, which made the group of people holding the hammer with their arms look back and nod to Buck, this skill is very well practiced, at least when facing each other with a pistol at a short distance, Ah Nu's accuracy and speed can seize a lot of advantages.

Buck was also very pleased, shouting loudly to point out the details, the squatting local bosses all applauded with cigarette rolls, it seems that Ah Nu comes here to practice on weekdays, maybe Wu Mengxi gave him that little salary, all of it was spent here.

The crisp and rapid sound of gunfire echoed along the beautiful shore, which had few inhabitants.

The dirty boy finished four magazines before he put away the ten pieces of target paper one by one and fixed them on the branches, trunks, roots and wires with clips, because he had to bend down to pick up the dropped magazines, he put the target paper in his mouth and happily sent it to Buck, the posture was really like a hound coming back from the prey and the appearance of joy, so that Buck couldn't help but touch his head: "Yes, no ......"

Before he finished speaking, the sound of an arrogant exhaust pipe stopped at the shooting range, a bigfoot jeep was painted green, and several young people jumped out of the convertible trunk...... It's been a hippie for decades, and they themselves still have triumphant expressions: "Yo! I've heard that there's a kid here who practices very hard, isn't it the coquettish proprietress who guards the freshman restaurant, have you got it? Listening to this gunshot, it's weird and neat, fast gunman?"

The companions behind him laughed when they heard this, and even said something in the local Thai language, looking at the expressions that were a little lewd and unbearable, but they were dressed poorly, but they were basically similar to ruffian style, more like entourage bodyguards.

Ah Nu turned a deaf ear, watching Buck take off the target paper, he cleaned up the magazine by himself, grabbed a box of bullets on the table and pressed them one by one, Buck also used the somewhat hard target paper as a shovel to scrape the dirt on his brother's body, but his eyes were looking at these young people, if nothing else, the young men who looked like bodyguards in the back were all carrying submachine guns!

Didn't Wu Mengxi say before that guns are generally not carried in public here?

Moreover, it is such a repeating submachine gun with huge lethality, even in the United States, where guns are not banned, continuous automatic firearms are strictly controlled.

As a world-famous tourist area that can bring huge economic benefits to the country, with the feeling that Bak came to Phuket twice, the folk customs here are still relatively pure, and there are few such guys who show off their might, but obviously the whole world is the same, there will always be flying and domineering between countries, and there will be ruffians and hooligans in a village, and these people seem to be obviously the relationship between bodyguards and evil young people, and such people will come out everywhere, which is not uncommon.

Iron Hammer and the others are tall, but their clothes are really ordinary and cheap, and they still have the standard tourist expression when they just arrived, wearing the free sun hat they took at the airport, which is not conspicuous at all, and is automatically filtered as a humanoid background board, just turning their presumptuous gaze around Skaya's body, I guess I still feel that the aesthetics are different.

Buck glanced at them, and the big ones stood there silent, except that the hammer finally got the hang of it, gently pulling Skaya behind him.

The two brothers, who acted slowly and took care of themselves, didn't pay attention, which made the young man in a white suit very faceless, strode forward and shouted, pulled out a pistol from his waist and opened it with his thumb: "How can I learn from Ramn's slut yin and yang weird appearance, I will be angry when I see it!" To be honest, when I heard the name of that soft water, this very arrogant sentence was not imposing, Buck wanted to laugh, and this is the tone in Thai.

The owner of the small shooting range who was originally squatting next to him hurriedly got up and tried to dissuade him, but was smashed in the face by the young man in a white suit with a wave of his hand: "Get out!"

A local man in his forties immediately fell to the ground with blood all over his face!

The Japanese dog, who had been lying quietly in the gunshot, stood up a little dazed at this time, observing Ah Nu's expression, saying that most of the dogs who were raised more intimately were still able to perceive the owner's feelings and judge the shape of the shape.

Buck also looked at the only hut next to him, and there was no crying and rushing out to hug her father and then being molested by the evil girl, and he couldn't help but sneer on his face and spoke in English: "I'm sorry, I'm the husband of the coquettish slut you just said, what advice do you have?"

The smile was as polite as Wu Dalang selling cooking cakes, but he had already moved to kill.

He's not a good guy.