Hong Kong Movie: Pretty Boy and Bad Guy

Chapter 8 This gun is not easy to hold

After leaving the dormitory, Dong Yi wandered around and came to the shooting range of the camp. He first found the logistics personnel in charge of applying for supplies.

This man looked about 50 years old, his eyelids shrugged, his job was very leisurely and he was responsible for distributing bullets and guns, counting and sealing the shell casings, and filling out the documents.

There are multiple shooting ranges in the camp, and the shooting range he is in is only responsible for receiving members of the Flying Tigers in his area.

The old police officer who had just finished his lunch was lazily sitting in the application room, when he saw a new face coming to the shooting range that was usually not visited by anyone.

Dong Yi came to this person, took out the application form in his hand through the counter window, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry to bother you, uncle!"

The man took the application form and looked surprised, especially the standard column for time, gun, and bullet quantity, which actually had the word "random" written in it.

Any time!

Any type of gun!

The number of bullets is arbitrary!

He looked at the signature on the application form strangely, and it was indeed Jane Sir's signature.

He also looked at the police rank on the shoulder of Dong Yi's Flying Tigers uniform. Except for his own number, it was empty, which meant that the person in front of him was just an ordinary police officer, and his rank was not as high as his own.

At least he still has a bar, how did this man get his instructor to agree.

However, he was also an old bastard and was too lazy to worry about so much. He immediately took out the application form and said: "Fill in the firearms you want. I only have police standard pistols, submachine guns, sniper rifles, and bullets. Each application form only has one at most." One hundred rounds, if you still want to practice after one hundred rounds, you have to fill out the form again.

By the way, you can't take the bullet casings that fell on the ground, I want to count and seal them up! "

"Understood!" Dong Yi immediately picked up the ballpoint pen next to the application counter to fill in, goggles, earmuffs, [-] rounds of bullets, and three magazines, and the pistol was the standard equipment of the Flying Tigers.

Passed it to the policeman inside, and after the man took it, he got up and walked through the house to the warehouse, and took out all the things Dong Yi wanted, earmuffs, goggles, two boxes of ammunition with fifty rounds each, three ammunition Clip, a standard pistol.

Dong Yi hurriedly took it, came to the practice shooting range, walked to the shooting position, and filled the magazine with bullets.

Immediately, I put on earmuffs and goggles, and started shooting myself. Just like in the movie, I held the handle of the gun in one hand and the wrist in the other, and practiced aiming the muzzle at the target.

Targets are divided into distances of ten meters, 50 meters, and 100 meters. Dong Yi opened the safety catch of the pistol, loaded the bullet, and aimed at the target ten meters away.

boom!
Seven rings!

Then came another shot, bang!Eight Rings!

boom!boom!boom……

A total of seven bullets, three shots with seven rings, one shot with eight rings, one shot with nine rings, and two shots with ten rings!

After one magazine was exhausted, he immediately picked up another magazine and loaded it, and started shooting towards the nearest target. His idea was very simple. He practiced shooting from the nearest target first, and then started to go further when the accuracy was about the same. shoot everywhere.

Every time he shot, he was as meticulous as possible, staring closely at the ten-ring dot on the target, trying to remember the feeling of hitting the ten-ring mark when he fired the bullet.

After dozens of bullets, until now, Dong Yi found that he could try to maintain between the eighth and tenth rings, but he didn't have the tenth rings he wanted, and this is still a target at ten meters, let alone 50 meters. , 100 meters distance.

During the practice, he found that the shooting practice was totally different from what he had imagined.

The recoil of each gun will affect his performance. Even though he tried his best to remember the feeling when he hit the tenth ring and try to maintain it, the recoil caused by the bullet at the moment of shooting will still affect the direction of the bullet he shoots.

In this way, after a burst of output, the one hundred bullets began to decrease gradually, and when there were only thirty bullets left, Dong Yi only felt his arms start to go numb, and his wrists and palms felt burning.

More importantly, his concentration began to slacken and he fell asleep.

After one hundred rounds were fired, Dong Yi found that he was already a big man. There was no problem with his physical strength, but his mental level began to be exhausted.

After the bullets were finished, he continued to come to the counter in the application room, wiped the sweat stains on his forehead, and said, "One hundred more rounds!"

"Again!"

The old policeman, seeing that Dong Yi still had to practice, had a look of reluctance.

After all, he is just an old fritter waiting to dawdle and retire. Dong Yi's endless practice has invisibly increased his workload.

He had to clean up the bullet casings, count them one by one, and then seal them up. At that time, the auditors would check the warehouse every month, and compare them one by one according to the quantities filled in the application form.

Because one bullet disappears here, maybe there will be an extra bullet in the city of Hong Kong Island. Regarding internal weapons use restrictions, the police have a very strict management process.

Normally, the Flying Tigers practice shooting, with only twenty or thirty rounds per person, and then call it a day, just like a routine, and they don't come every day, only one or two days a week.

Sometimes, the instructors were too lazy to teach, and would let the Flying Tigers practice on their own from time to time. As a result, many people just showed up, and some made excuses to go to the toilet, and then disappeared.

This is all because of the project of shooting, which seems interesting, but becomes dull and boring after a long time.

Dong Yi also had a deep understanding of this just now. At first he thought that he absolutely liked to practice shooting, but after firing a hundred rounds, he realized that he had taken it for granted.

First of all, when shooting, the wrist and palm have to bear the impact of recoil, which is similar to the palm of the hand being pulled.

One hundred bullets is like pumping the palm of your hand a hundred times. Although it doesn't hurt that much, the accumulation of one hundred bullets in a row is absolutely uncomfortable.

In addition to straightening the arm for a long time, if someone can straighten the arm for a period of time, see if his arm is numb.

Fortunately, Dong Yi's body has been systematically transformed. Physically, it is easy to say, but the mental consumption is a bit of a headache for him.

Every time he shoots, he will aim carefully, and then recall the feeling when he just hit the tenth ring, let his brain recall it, and adjust his posture as much as possible.

Then try to maintain this posture as much as possible, and then shoot, repeating the cycle again and again, after a hundred rounds, Dong Yi found that his concentration began to be a little lax, and his eyelids were a little sleepy.

Of course, this also has something to do with his requirements for himself. With the intensity of his training, he is completely aiming at a sharpshooter who is always on target.

This meeting saw Dong Yi bowing his head to fill out the application form, and the old police officer also looked helpless, but this person had already passed his instructor's approval, so he could only do as he wanted.

When Dong Yi took the bullet and came to the shooting position again, a figure came quietly, which he did not expect.

The person who came was the heroic Bawanghua instructor, Hu Huizhong!

(End of this chapter)