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Ann Mekinner took off her earmuffs and goggles and looked at the Asian woman. This woman looked about the same age as her and had slender arms.

She was seen holding the pistol in her right hand, and the palm of her left hand was placed under the magazine to support it. She straightened her arm and raised it. The pistol was horizontal to the bridge of her nose, and the distance between the two ends was kept about fifty centimeters.

"Stand straight with your arms at a right angle, aim at the target, and shoot!"

"boom!"

After the Asian woman finished speaking, she aimed at the target ten meters in front and fired a shot. The gunshot sounded. An immediately turned to look at the target, leaving a bullet hole in the seventh ring.

Seven rings!

This was already a very good result in marksmanship, and it seemed that the Asian woman shot seven rings at random, which surprised Ann Maikina.

Compared to the fact that I didn't even hit the edge of the target, I fired several bullets in a row, but they all hit the wall. When I settled in, I felt extremely embarrassed.

"Your movements just now were not standard. Now try following my movements."

The Asian woman placed the pistol on the table in front of her and walked behind An to look.

"Okay." Ann Meikina moved his wrist. His previous movements were very casual. The arm was not at a -degree angle to the body, and the arm was drooping. This must be the reason why he couldn't hit the target.

Recalling the Asian woman's movements in her mind, An slowly raised her arm, took a good posture, and prepared to shoot.

"Sir, you can raise your arms and tuck in your American butt. I know it's very tempting!" The Asian woman laughed and stepped forward to help Ann Meikiner get into the correct posture. "Okay , now you can aim and shoot."

"Thank you!" An thanked him, then took the target and looked at it very seriously. After aiming for about five minutes, he pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

A line of fire burst out from the muzzle and hit the target directly.

Seeing the target move, An's face lit up with joy. He finally hit the target. He took a closer look at the result. One ring!

Although it was only one level, An An was still very happy. You must know that he had never even touched the edge of the target before, and he did not expect to be able to achieve one level now. Sure enough, posture is still very important.

The Asian woman saw An's first-level score and nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad. For a novice, it's a big improvement."

Newbie... If she knew that An was a security guard at Dirk Company, she would probably look at him with suspicion and ask him how he passed the security test.

“All thanks to you, beautiful lady.

My name is Ann Mekinner, nice to meet you! "

If the Asian beauty in front of her hadn't corrected her posture, An might have shot all the hundred bullets in this shooting range for a day and might not have made any progress.

Now An is able to achieve a first-level score with the aiming assist turned off. He believes that as long as he practices diligently, his marksmanship will improve greatly within five days.

"Kasha Elena, nice to meet you." Elena chuckled and extended her hand in a friendly manner.

The two shook hands, and Elena suddenly asked: "Mr. An, why do you need to learn marksmanship alone? You must know that this shooting range has a personal trainer."

Personal trainer... An shook her head, "Hiring a trainer costs two hundred dollars an hour. It's too expensive. I can't afford it. I might as well buy a few more bullets."

"Hahaha, yes!" Elena was also amused when she heard this.

After the two chatted for a while, An wanted Alina to supervise and help guide her marksmanship and posture shortcomings. However, after receiving a phone call, Alina immediately said goodbye to An and left in a hurry. Shooting range, even... not even a contact information was left.

"It seems I can only continue practicing on my own."

An sighed, grabbed the bullets on the table and filled the magazine, and continued practicing his marksmanship.

The hundred rounds of bullets were quickly finished, and at a glance, it was already noon.

After a morning of practice shooting