It doesn't matter how many rings this shot hits. Its significance lies in proving that Chen Wen's eyes captured the light and shadow, and the trajectory of that light and shadow was completely in line with Chen Wen's judgment of the trajectory of the ballistic.

The target has been automatically replaced with a new target paper.

Chen Wen raised the gun again, and according to the basic method of aiming at three points and one line, he first aimed at the center of the target paper circle, and then relaxed his eyes to form a static line of sight.

The index finger of the right hand flicked the trigger, and the second bullet in the magazine was fired.

Chen Wen's eyes once again captured the light and shadow of the initial stage of the trajectory, and he could vaguely feel that the bullet flew to the left side of the target paper ring, which was still about the 7th ring position.

There's no need to send the target paper back, this time just trying to calibrate in real combat.

Chen Wen fine-tuned the aiming baseline and moved the muzzle of the gun slightly to the right.

Bang bang!

Shot after shot, 29 bullets were fired at the target paper by Chen Wen in turn.

Press the button and the target paper is sent back.

Chen Wen glanced at the target paper, and his record was gratifying.

29 rounds, 2 x 10 rings, 4 x 9 rings, 15 x 8 rings, the rest are 7 and 6 rings.

He didn't get the guidance of the bodyguards before, and the first 50-meter target paper record was 3 9 rings, 4 8 rings and 2 6 rings, and a lot of the rest were 7 rings, no 10 rings.

Obviously, progress is significant.

The actual combat calibration method taught by the bodyguard is effective.

Chen Wen turned around and smiled and saluted the bodyguard.

The bodyguard smiled and nodded to Chen Wen.

After mastering the method, Chen Wen's interest in shooting became stronger, and the magazine was full, so he immediately continued to try.

Syllable!

In the first shot, Chen Wen used the ballistic light and shadow captured by the residual light of the still eyeball, and once again found the calibrated visual sense and feel.

Bang bang!

Shot after shot, Chen Wen pulled the trigger 29 times, and fired all 29 bullets in the magazine.

The target paper is sent back.

Same as the previous one are 2 10 rings and 4 9 rings.

The difference is that the number of 8 rings has increased from 15 to 17, and the number of 6 rings has decreased by 2.

Chen Wen was very happy and continued to press the bullet.

In the whole afternoon, Chen Wen knocked out 50 magazines and a full 1,500 rounds of ammunition in three hours!

The results are good, AK is in his hands, and the last 10 magazines have stabilized at the level of 8 and 9 rings, 6 rings will basically not be left, and a few bullets can hit 10 rings and 7 rings.

At the end of the day, the three of them returned to the rest area.

The coach brought in drinks and drinks.

Keita ordered another bottle of 1979 Mouton to be opened.

Chen Wen hurriedly stopped: "Let's drink beer, shall we?"

Brothers

A glass of draft beer for one person, swallowing it cold, is cool.

Keita knocked out at least 2,000 M16 rounds, and his eyes were full of fire and refreshment.

Chen Wen smiled: "When you carnival with your Ethiopian Seven Fairies, are you also looking at each other?"

Keita laughed.

Before leaving the club, Chen Wen rushed to pay for it by swiping his card.

Keita patted Chen Wen on the shoulder, grinned and nodded.

This morning and afternoon, pistols and rifles were made in turn, and the brothers fired nearly 5,000 rounds of various bullets, which, together with the rental of the guns and the consumption of food and drinks, cost more than 30,000 francs in total.

Originally, it was not so expensive, Chen Wen glanced at the consumption receipt, and then realized that the bottle of Mouton at noon was not cheap.

Keita usually comes here to play with guns, and his consumption level is very high-end.

Although Ethiopia is one of the least developed countries in the world, Chen Wen understands a truth, no matter how poor the place is, there are rich people, not to mention that Keita's father is the third-in-command of their country.

Chen Wen guessed that the 300,000 US dollars he spent on buying weapons, vehicles and supplies from Keita's guard force really went into Keita's own pocket.

Keita's private life and financial affairs, Chen Wen is too lazy to care. This black buddy can help Chen Wen go to Uganda in the fastest and most comfortable way, which is Chen Wen's most important need!

Chen Wen thought that under Keita's arrangement, he could also take a trip to Saudi Arabia and Djibouti, which was also a good opportunity to open his eyes and gain insight.

In this life, Chen Wen has eaten and seen white European girls and Japanese and Korean girls, but Chen Wen, an Arab girl, has not seen them, and it is rumored that they are very mysterious. Chen Wen felt that if he could unveil the mystery of the Arab girl before he died, he would not be left behind.

In a moment's whim, Keita's bodyguard drove close to Versailles.

The bodyguard said while driving: "Mr. Chen, if you encounter a real combat environment in the future, I suggest that you buy some tracer bullets when you buy bullets." ”

Chen Wen asked, "Is this to prepare for a night battle?"

The bodyguard said, "Whether you're fighting day or night, you're going to need tracer bullets. You keep in mind that the last bullet to be pressed into the magazine should be a tracer bullet, which will help you calibrate the trajectory. We call this bullet a calibration bullet. ”

Chen Wen said seriously: "Thank you!"

The bodyguard smiled: "You're welcome, you are a good friend of our young master." ”

Citroen docked outside the shared house, Chen Wen said goodbye to Keita, got out of the car and went home.

In the kitchen, Masako Nakamura is preparing dinner.

Chen Wen went to the kitchen to find water to drink, and Masako came to him and smelled it: "What kind of smell do you have, it's very pungent!"

"The smell of gunsmoke, gunshots. Chen Wen also sniffed it, it was really unpleasant.

After going upstairs to get a change of clothes and taking a shower, Chen Wen felt back pain, especially in his two arms.

The Xie sisters came home from work and found Chen Wen tired.

During dinner, Xie Tiantian asked, "Why did you make yourself so tired when you went to the shooting range today?"

Chen Wen said: "After 2,000 rounds of ammunition, I am tired of holding a gun. ”

Xie Tingting asked: "You play with a gun, make such an exaggeration, what are you trying to do?"

Chen Wen said: "If I am here to kill someone, do you believe it?"

The three girls shook their heads at the same time.

Chen Wen didn't say much, after eating, he took a can of beer from the refrigerator and went upstairs to his room.

Sitting on a single sofa, Chen Wen watched the news program on TV.

After the new US President Clinton won the election, he was particularly excited and energetic these days, and met with a bunch of foreign envoys at the White House, including the French ambassador.

Chen Wen thought to himself that the Pentagon must have secretly issued mobilization orders to many American troops, and they will send 20,000 American troops to Somalia in two months.

On the television screen, Clinton smiled and expressed to the ambassadors of the United States ZF's stand for promoting peace. Chen Wen felt that this scene was particularly ironic.

It's not that he doesn't think that Clinton is a bad person, but he knows that whoever is replaced as the president of the United States is this virtue.

In the next news, France has increased the number of refugee places for 1993, that is, next year. Chen Wen thought of those things in the 21st century, and laughed in his heart and scolded the French for being stupid.

Gradually, Chen Wen sat on the sofa and fell asleep.

The door was unlocked and was unscrewed open from the outside.

Xie Tingting glanced at Chen Wen, sighed softly, walked into the room lightly, picked up the quilt from the bed, and walked back to the sofa to cover Chen Wen.

The girl came upstairs tonight, originally planning to agree to the incident that Chen Wen proposed two days ago, and to be Chen Wen's girlfriend studying abroad in her own capacity.

But Chen Wen was tired today, and Xie Tingting knew that today was not the right day.

Xie Tingting sat on the edge of the bed and quietly looked at Chen Wenjun's cheeks.

After watching it for a long time, Xie Tingting stood up, quietly walked to the sofa, bent down, and kissed Chen Wen lightly on the lips.

Subsequently, Xie Tingting left the attic.

......

Sunday, November 15th.

Chen Wen woke up once in the middle of the night, thirsty.

He found that he was covered with a quilt, and pondered for a moment which girl in the villa should be helping.

Chen Wen drank the water and slept until dawn.

Lying on the bed, Chen Wen felt his limbs, and the soreness had disappeared for the most part.

Chen Wen got up, went downstairs to release water, and then walked out of the villa, came to the front yard, and lay down on the ground to do push-ups.

He felt that he had to work his upper limb muscles, and he couldn't just be tired of shooting thousands of bullets like last night.