The shooting range is not large, and it is impossible for a small shop to have a large shooting range, but it is not small, and there are six compartments for people to test guns.

Now there are three or four people inside, and the clerk took Zhang Chi to pick a road where no one was, and then asked Zhang Chi to test the gun by himself, and he stepped back more than a meter on the side.

Zhang Chi has played with guns, don't look at the marksmanship is not very good, but he also knows how to load bullets into the bullet bay.

Picking up the gun, Zhang Chi aimed at the target about ten meters away, calmed his breath and then held his breath, and then pulled the board machine.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, and the bullet hit the target paper.

But alas, it didn't hit the center, but between the sixth and seventh rings.

Reloaded the bullets, Zhang Chi continued to focus on shooting, and his results were better the second time, and he went to the eighth ring.

After trying all three guns, Zhang Chi decided to keep the Remington recommended by the clerk, the first is that the quality of the gun is lighter than the other two, and the second is that the accuracy is better than the other two, for Zhang Chi, a novice, it is obvious that this Remington is more suitable.

"I want this," Zhang Chi said.

The clerk listened and replied, "Okay."

"Give me two more boxes of bullets," Zhang Chi said again.

The clerk took Zhang Chi to the front desk, first approved Zhang Chi's personal information, that is, whether you have any crimes or something, and then recorded the ballistics and other messy things, but in general, there are not many things to do for Zhang Chi.

A good citizen like Zhang Chi who has not violated the law at all, there is no problem at all in buying a gun.

At the end of the payment, draw your own signature on the receipt, and the whole process is over.

Soon the clerk loaded the gun into the gun box, put the bullet in a small plastic bag, put it on a small cart and pushed it in front of Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi pushed the car to the parking lot, opened the door next to his pickup truck, put the gun and bullets into the car, and pushed the car to the place where the car was placed next to it.

By the time we drove back home, the sun had already set, and there was only a little afterglow left on the western hills, but because the sun had not yet fully set, the visibility of the pasture was still very high.

Coming back with the gun, Zhang Chi directly put the gun on the table and started to cook dinner.

Meow meow!

was about to cook, and when he heard the sound of a kitten, Zhang Chi remembered that his uncle and aunt had asked for a kitten for him.

Before he could eat, the little guy was hungry, so Zhang Chi had to stop first and brew a pot of goat milk powder for the kitten.

Now Zhang Chi doesn't dare to let the kitten out, his own place is so big, in case this little guy runs away, he doesn't have the ability to chase it.

Didn't you see that Zhang Chi can't even handle twenty cows now, let alone such a small cat.

In the past, when I didn't have a ranch, I always thought that it was easy for cowboys to become a cow, as if it was fun, but when it was my turn, I realized that it was not as easy as I thought.

Dinner is still the same as the same, steak, potatoes with a little onion rings, so you can pull a big plate to fill your own internal organs.

Zhang Chi has been eating this thing these days, and no matter how good it is, it will be annoying to eat it for a long time, but Zhang Chi has no time to cook a delicious Chinese meal to treat himself for a while.

The steak was cut into small pieces, held in the mouth with chopsticks, and flipped through his mobile phone while eating, Zhang Chi contacted the big ranch that sold calves, but he didn't wait for a reply for a while, according to what Merika said, Zhang Chi cut the price down by half, and I don't know if people agree or not.

There was no news from the ranch here, so Zhang Chi began to pay attention to other ranches, thinking that since this ranch would eliminate calves, other big ranches might do the same.

After flipping through the big ranches that he knew, he found that these big ranches didn't sell eliminated calves, and he couldn't help but wonder if Merika's statement that every ranch would eliminate some calves at this time was correct.

Suspicion is suspicion, and there is no way he can grab Merica's collar and ask why.

In fact, this is to blame Merica, many large ranches eliminated calves are directly processed, and they are not hung out, because they think that no one buys them when they are hung out, and they are all disposed of in the end, so everyone will directly dispose of them in a few years, and there are also some companies that specialize in this business, and the calves purchased are slaughtered and made into some feed or something.

Just as Zhang Chi was looking at the calf, a message came on his phone.

When I opened it, I found that it was sent by my bad second cousin.

"Xiao Chi, there is a big turnaround, the song is very good, I am looking for someone to record it now......".

It's a long string of words, Zhang Chi doesn't even have the interest to read it, what's so fun about recording a song, if it can be on the list of any radio station, then it may still make money, and there are still 108,000 miles away from being popular when you record a song.

In Zhang Chi's opinion, his cousin's ability to choose songs is estimated to be on the same line as himself, if the song he picks can be popular, Zhang Chi feels that tomorrow's sun can directly hit the mountain beam in the west and jump out.

"It's still a short ...... money."

"Get out!"

After replying, Zhang Chi stopped talking to his cousin.

Who knew that this guy was endless, Zhang Chi directly pulled this product into the blacklist in a fit of anger: It's too noisy!

After eating and cleaning up, Zhang Chi began to practice the gun, thinking that at this time, the mountain lion would definitely not appear, and it would have to be in the dead of night if it appeared.

After rummaging in the car, he didn't find any good targets, Zhang Chi had no choice but to take out the dart board that he used to play darts and hang it directly on a tree as a target.

opened the gun box, took the gun out, opened the bullet box, grabbed a handful of bullets and put it in the pocket on the side, Zhang Chi stood still about thirty paces away from the target.

Bolt open, bullet into the chamber, crisp click sounds so pleasant, for men, guns seem to be inherently exciting.

The same is true for Zhang Chi now, testing guns in the gun shop is far less pleasant and relaxed than Zhang Chi is now.

Bang!

The shot was crooked.

Clang!

Withdrawing the bullet, Zhang Chi took out a new bullet from his pocket and stuck it in the chamber, picked up the gun and continued to aim.

Just as he was about to shoot a second shot, he suddenly heard a ding-dong message from his mobile phone.

Bang!

This shot was hit, but there was still a lot of distance from the red heart in it, and it was estimated that if he aimed at the head of the mountain lion, he might be able to hit the neck by chance.

Carrying the gun, he returned to the small table, picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, only to find out that it was the news that someone had returned from selling cattle and pastures.

There is one sentence on the other side: no bargaining!

"Nima, these Yankees are really brainless, you have to pay for selling them to others, why can't you sell them to us at half price?" Zhang Chi muttered.

However, he didn't stop in his hand, and directly connected a sentence under the person's message: "Discuss it with your manager."

"I'm the manager," the other end said very unceremoniously.

Zhang Chi wanted to curse when he saw this.

is ready to use his hard work, who knows that people will not reply to his messages.

After waiting for a while, Zhang Chi had to continue to practice his marksmanship, the so-called grinding the gun in battle, not fast, but also light.

The grinding gun was sharpened very carefully, the whole box of bullets was almost polished, and Zhang Chi's gun did not grow much, and there were still three or four circles away from the center of the circle.

As the sun completely set, Zhang Chi had no way to practice, because the entire dart board looked black dozens of steps away.

There are good targets around him, ten live goats, but Zhang Chi has just eaten enough, and he doesn't want to eat mutton skewers yet.

After staying for a while, Zhang Chi drove the pickup truck to the small forest where the cattle were hiding.

About 20 meters away from the grove, Zhang Chi stopped the car and turned off the fire, and the man climbed to the back bucket with a gun, waiting for the mountain lion to come.

After a while, the mountain lion didn't wait, and Chiyanshan ran over, stretched his neck and put his big head on the carriage, staring at Zhang Chi.

"What for?" Zhang Chi whispered at Chi Yanlai, reaching out to wipe the bridge of its big nose.

Whew!

A burst of hot air erupted from the two large nostrils of Red Flame Mountain.

I was so frightened by the mountain lion last night, and now Chiyan Mountain is a little afraid to stay alone, and I feel that the safest place may be next to my master.

What's more, the owner also brought a hard guy today, as a well-trained horse, the sound of gunfire can not scare it, if even the sound of gunfire is afraid, then how can this horse be said to be well trained.

Therefore, Red Flame Mountain is very familiar with the sound of gunfire, and it also knows how powerful this thing is.

Originally, Zhang Chi thought that it was okay for Chiyan Mountain to stay by the side, but this guy would come to his throat from time to time, humming and chattering, isn't it obvious that he is reporting to the mountain lion.

"Are you a traitor? I don't usually see you like this, which one is this singing tonight? Zhang Chi grabbed one of the ears of Red Red Flame Mountain and pulled it twice.

Chiyan Mountain did not resist, and when he saw that his master was talking to himself, Herod snorted twice.

Zhang Chi saw that it was impossible to go on like this, and the mountain lion next to Chiyan Mountain might not dare to come tonight, so he directly put Chiyan Mountain into the gourd.

At this time, Zhang Chi's side finally quieted down.

The person hid in the carriage, and the car was placed in the shade, so that the rising moonlight would not expose the position of the car, and Zhang Chi also carefully picked the limelight, so that his smell would not reach the nose of the mountain lion.

Zhang Chi knew that this beast would definitely come tonight, and no beast could refuse the opportunity to have a full meal.

And in fact, as Zhang Chi expected, the mountain lion really came, and it came quite early, and it ate a big meal of white food yesterday, which made it extra diligent tonight.

Soon Zhang Chi saw his eyes shining like small lanterns, and slowly touched the small forest from the grass.

Mountain Lion!

Carnivores' eyes are easy to spot, even when hidden in the grass.