Time Smuggling Starting from the Year 2000

Huang Xuan would spend the night in the green tower as usual, but he never entered the floor (6 authority). The world is still too dangerous for children.

However, since Xue Yi learned about Huang Xuan's rules, he has always listened to the teachings on time and on time. Huang Xuan has successively provided him with millions of large animals and promised to provide mercenaries. It's just this promise. , it is worth him pushing away other guests.

Huang Xuan carefully separated Xue Yi from Lu Min, so as not to reveal his identity when they met. He has always been careful in doing things, which should be taught and inherited from both parents. If it was a few years ago, he would probably have become a very cautious dude, adhering to the consistent style of bullying and fearing the hard, and then spent the rest of his life happily.

Right now, however, prudence is simply about staying out of trouble.

When the morning sun shone in the courtyard, Huang Xuan also woke up from a light sleep. Through Ning Ao's training base, he can access the Internet every night with enough energy, but according to the unified regulations of all parties, a person must have a complete sleep every three days, after all, there will be no sleep in the Internet. drains the spirit.

Malweather was waiting at the intersection in front of Huang's house. Huang Xuan was surprised that he would be so understanding, but when he came here and saw Zhu Xiankui, he suddenly understood that "understanding" probably still The one in front of me.

"Mr. Huang, shall we start now?" McLeeweather probably hasn't reversed the jet lag yet, with sunken eye sockets, on an American campus, he's just a marijuana smoker.

"Of course." Huang Xuan smiled. Li Qing was still driving today, and Dian Wei was also very interested in the shooting club. Naturally go together.

Both Zhu Xiankui and Malweather had their own cars, so Malweather was in front, Huang Xuan was behind, and the three formed a small convoy. Gradually accelerate to Fengxian.

Feng County is several hours' drive from Shanghai and Nanjing, but considering the nature of the club's operations, it is very appropriate to choose this place.

The club is built next to the highway, but if you look from the highway, you can only see a distant mountain, but you can't see the club directly. Driving down from the road, the first goal is a bend of clear water, with low buildings surrounded by two mountains. If it is a high-end villa, it is completely competent.

McLeeweather's friend was really a westerner named Cooper. He was tall and strong, except for a slightly bowed leg. Perfectly fit the ideals of young women.

He walked out the door a little earlier and waited in front of the door.

After Huang Xuan got off the car, he still shook hands with him politely. But the first sentence showed his dandy nature: "I heard that your rapid fire is very good?"

From the perspective of standard American English, Cooper's English level is not as good as Huang Xuan's. He glanced at Merleyweather in surprise, and said with a cheerful smile: "If you want to learn how to ride a horse, you must not ask me." Wrong. Oh, but we have the best shooting coaches."

"Is it here?" Huang Xuan looked back as he spoke. He didn't even ask Cooper's name.

Compared with the polite actions he began to show. The behavior at this time is naturally a bit disrespectful, but westerners have always been very rough. Cooper just winked at McLeeweather and said, "Miller is a licensed coach of the National Rifle Association. He has also represented the United States in two world-class competitions."

Huang Xuan's actions became more and more resolute, and he also knew that time was running short. As he walked towards the club, he muttered, "I want a rapid-fire coach who can pull out the gun as quickly as possible and shoot. I'm not interested."

In Cooper's mind, Huang Xuan was probably a Chinese nobleman who was attracted by American westerns. He looked at Merleyweather inquiringly, and the latter shrugged with a wry smile.

Huang Xuan ignored their small movements, and walked forward with great interest. The front door of the club was completely carved out of marble. The huge columns showed the unique concave and convex of granite, which matched the surrounding rocks, giving them a sense of majesty.

Huang Xuan looked at it and nodded, and said, "The taste is good."

"Thank you, thank you." Cooper said in Chinese this time, but compared to his back-nasal American English, this Chinese is even worse.

"The club has two venues, one in the building and the other in the open air." Cooper explained in jerky Chinese.

"And what about Mr. Miller you're talking about?"

Cooper did not expect the Chinese in front of him to be so interested in rapid fire. Of course, this is a good thing for him. After a short pause, Cooper said, "Mr. Miller likes to be in the open air when it's not raining."

"What are you waiting for."

Zhu Xiankui was also a little surprised by Huang Xuan's impatience. He thought to himself: If I had known that Huang's little sixteen liked to shoot, I wouldn't have had nowhere to talk. What idiot collected the information.

Behind the club is an open mountain,

The wall surrounds the mountain and becomes an open space.

The venue is about the size of a 400-square-meter circular playground, divided into three or four areas, also separated by ordinary brick walls. At the moment, only a few people are testing guns, but even Huang Xuan, a layman, knows the sound of gunshots, and now it is resounding through the sky Definitely not an airsoft gun.

Cooper seemed a little embarrassed by the small number of people in it, and explained: "The club hasn't officially opened yet, and we still have to wait for you, Mr. Huang, to try it out before we can decide what the majority of people like."

Huang Xuan smiled slightly, and asked Lorraine directly, "Which one is Miller?"

"Bald." Lorraine's answer was direct and effective. Since Cooper said that Miller was registered as a coach with the National Rifle Association, there will naturally be information left.

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There was only one bald head in the arena, and he was shooting at a 25-meter target. It looked terrible, but Huang Xuan was a little disappointed when he saw only the automatic pistol in his hand.

When Huang Xuan was young, he often had the opportunity to shoot targets. Although his understanding of the rapid fire used in duels only existed after reading the materials for two hours, it only took 10 minutes to understand. In the first two or even three shots, Automatic pistols will never fire faster than revolvers, and automatic pistols wanting two shots within 0.5 seconds is almost wishful thinking.

Thinking about it this way, Huang Xuan suddenly guessed: Maybe in the peak duel that day, the two of them used weapons similar to automatic pistols? Although the revolver has a hundred years of brilliance, its crazily pursuing the external drive of the first shot is still the development of duels. If most planes do not have such historical needs and experiences, it is like an unexpected country in Europe. Or simply missing this historical fragment, then it is understandable not to understand the duel rapid-fire method of the revolver. .

Or, some gentlemen had their own method of dueling rapid-fire, but kept it a secret.

Thinking of this, Huang Xuan's heart jumped. If you can really master a technology that even high-level planes can't master, it must be a capital.

"This is Mr. Miller." Cooper also took two steps forward, still speaking in English: "Mr. Huang, did you bring a pistol?"

Huang Xuan was unwilling to take out his gun, but instead gave Cooper an angry look, and said, "China bans guns."

Cooper smiled apologetically, and said, "m1911?" Browning's m1911 may be the most produced pistol, especially Americans who prefer single-handed pistols, and they have been maintaining an m1911 for decades. As for Huang Xuan, who is a fan of fake shooting, his first team passed through Lorraine.

Huang Xuan didn't know how Cooper transported these pistols into China. He presumably approved them through some security companies or in the name of a shooting club.

Nodding casually, Huang Xuan stared at the bald head in front of him and said, "If he uses the quick draw gun to shoot, how fast is it?"

The slightly professional question finally made Cooper interested in answering, and he whispered: "If you use a revolver, it will be within 0.5 seconds."

This answer made Huang Xuan very disappointed. At least from his point of view, if he wanted to safely knock down the Heishui tribe Said, he had to be at least 4 accurate. The opponent might give him 0. If the first two shots can only be fired at a speed of 0.5 seconds, it is almost impossible to finish 4. Revolvers slow down noticeably from the third shot onwards, but the opposite is true for automatic weapons.

Huang Xuan said to Lorraine in frustration: "See if there are any more senior coaches in their club. If I knew it, I would have asked them in advance. Now I have to find a reason to leave."

"Maybe you can receive training." Ning'ao suddenly interjected with his broken bellows: "I didn't notice that there are such rich resources here before. Training pistols is good for you."

"This Miller is not very smart."

"As a pointing weapon, something like a pistol is a very good early stage weapon for travelers with low finger dexterity. Of course, you have to train very well. This is the peak duel The main reason for its popularity on the Internet. Although the bald man in front of you is not a super expert, but accepting his most basic education, as a training base, I can help you remember well and improve your flexibility."

"You'd better be right." Huang Xuan spoke English for a long time, with a bit of English on his lips. Having said that, he also knows that the 4 bases will not lie.

"Can I ask this gentleman to be my coach? He specializes in training the technique of drawing guns and shooting quickly." After talking to Ning Ao, Huang Xuan immediately asked Cooper with a smile on his face. .