Jimmy's Glock grades are very good, although the talents are all on the left wheel, but when he was studying at the FBI Academy, he has always used Glock, the grades are no joke, the only person with a perfect score in shooting in the academy this issue, otherwise how could he have thought that he would let himself stay in the academy as a shooting coach when he was assigned.

Conventional two-handed gun shooting, 10-meter chest target, 5 bullets all hit the heart position, of course, many of the players present can be completed, but then Jimmy began to play, here is a total of 5 10-meter chest targets, he quickly shot two shots in each of the remaining 4 chest targets, and the last bullets all hit the target in front of him, emptying the magazine.

Jimmy took out the magazine, and the pistol was pulled a few more times to signal that it was empty, before someone entered the range to remove the target paper.

5 pieces of target paper are placed side by side on the shooting table, 17+1, all the bullets hit near the heart, and none of them left the left chest.

Jimmy stood to the side, loosening his arms and giving them some space to check their scores. He is confident in his shooting, even if he does not use a revolver, and he is 100% successful at this 10-meter close-range fixed target.

Re-hung the new target paper, still 5 targets, everyone left the shooting table, Jimmy loaded the Glock 19 magazine on the table, retracted the holster, directly pulled out the revolver, took out his 6 bullets from the nest, and loaded a round with the bullets he had just taken, mainly to test the bullets, according to normal speaking, no one should use the revolver in this training ground, and these bullets have not been stored for a long time.

Jimmy aimed at the target in front of him with both hands of the gun, and did not choose to shoot slowly one shot at a time, but directly and quickly emptied the bullet nest, and the bullet impact point was very close, still all in the left chest position of the chest target.

This batch of bullets should be fine, Jimmy tilted the barrel of the gun, opened the bullet nest to let the bullets fall freely, and the flow was good, then it would be fine.

Jimmy reloaded a round of bullets, and took 6 Magnum bullets from the bullet box in his left hand, this time it was rapid-fire and rapid reloading, so a scene that shocked everyone appeared, after emptying the bullet nest in more than 1 second, Jimmy's often practiced manual rapid reloading was finally shown in front of everyone, and then one more round, two rounds of bullets took 5 seconds, and all hit the target.

Jimmy's quick reloading, only Peter has seen it here in New York, or sitting in the surveillance car idle and bored to take a gun out to kill time and practice by the way, and now it is live ammunition shooting, Peter has never seen it, and the people present have never seen the revolver so fast.

Emptying the nest, Jimmy walked backwards away from the shooting table, and motioned with his left hand for them to get the target paper, but the eyes of the people around him kept staring at the gun in Jimmy's hand, and no one moved at all.

Jimmy's revolver retracted his armpit and clapped his hands, "Wake up, it's over." ”

Finally someone reacted, walked to the shooting range to get the target paper back, still on the shooting table, three rounds of 18 bullets, all hit the left chest position, the absolute lethal area, there were even multiple bullets on the target paper hit the same position, the hole is larger than the side.

They looked at the target paper and then turned to look at Jimmy, and the word F rang out one after another. Jimmy shrugged and took the suit from Jones next to him and put it on.

He walked over to the shooting table again, took some bullets from the bullet box to replenish the revolver nest, sorted them all out, turned and walked over to Peter, put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at the people gathered in front of the shooting table.

"Now believe my report, it was indeed me and Jones who did it, rest assured, we won't lie about this kind of thing." Jimmy said to Ruiz next to him.

Ruiz's expression was the same as that of the melon-eating crowd around him, with an unbelievable expression, he looked at Jimmy, looked up and down, and suddenly turned his head to look at Peter: "Peter, discuss something?" ”

Peter didn't answer Ruiz's words: "Today's matter is over, we have to rush back, and there are still cases to be dealt with." Jones, Diane, we're back. ”

"Wait, wait, one more time, just one time." This time it wasn't Ruiz who stopped them, it was a member of the support force next to him, who looked at Jimmy with eyes as if he had two glass beads stuffed in.

Peter looked at Jimmy, "What do you say?" ”

Jimmy shrugged, "I don't care, let's do it again." ”

Peter saw Jimmy say this, and followed Jimmy back to the shooting table, this time he wanted to take a closer look, he could only see a little behind him just now, and he didn't find it enjoyable.

Someone went to re-hang a new target paper, Jimmy held 6 bullets in his hand, pulled out the revolver with his right hand, raised it to the target, and after thinking about it, Jimmy decided to take the big one.

Jimmy retracted the holster and began to untie his tie, folding it in half and strapping it in front of his eyes. Seeing Jimmy's movements, the people around him couldn't calm down, and the F-word began again.

"Jimmy, is that okay?" Peter asked Jimmy worriedly.

"No problem, I remember the location of the target."

Jimmy pulled out the revolver, pointed in the direction of the target, then moved slightly, located the position of the target seen on the heart's eye, fired a shot first, and then it was a rapid fire to empty the bullet nest, after lifting the left wheel to open the bullet nest and release the cartridge case, put the pistol down, the left hand skillfully put the bullets into the left wheel one by one, and then raised the right hand again to shoot, this time there was no rapid fire, shot after shot, until 6 rounds empty the nest.

Jimmy retracted the holster, raised his hand to untie his tie, glanced left and right, pulled the revolver out again, poured out the cartridge casing, took the bullet from the table and filled it before putting it back on, and put the tie back on while retreating to give way to the shooting table.

"Alright, it's over, you can go and see the target paper."

Jimmy said while wearing a tie that he was very sure of his results, after all, if he missed the game, he wouldn't play in the future.

It's just that now it seems that this blind shooting is a bit too big, even if he says it's over, there is still no one to take the target paper, only 10 meters away, although the hole in the target paper is not so clear, but the approximate range is still visible, still in the left chest position.

After seeing the situation of the target, and then looking at this young excessive Asian, everyone was silent this time, and they didn't even say the F word.

"Peter, it's time." Jimmy called out to Peter, Peter turned to look at the people around him, and knew that it was not the time to speak, he walked up to Ruiz, patted him on the shoulder, and then took Jones and the others and left the scene directly, driving back to Manhattan.

(End of chapter)