blood plague

Chapter 8 Shooting Training
This pistol looked familiar, but Iger had never touched a firearm before. He held the pistol in his hand and looked at it over and over again, until Father Locke took the pistol over again, loaded it and opened the safety, and then plugged it in. into his hand.

"This is my Glock pistol." Father Locke said to Iger, "There are not many bullets, only a dozen rounds, so I don't usually take it out. I didn't expect it to come in handy today."

After seeing Iger holding the pistol in his hand, Father Locke kept aiming around, shaking his head, not knowing what he was doing, as if the kid didn't listen to what he said just now.

"Son, have you ever used a pistol?" Father Locke asked Iger.

Iger seemed to wake up suddenly. He looked up at the priest who was two heads taller than him and said, "No. This is the first time I have touched a gun."

"That's good." Father Locke turned to Vance and said, "Vance, teach him how to hold a gun."

"Boy, if you want to aim the gun in your hand, you must abandon those completely wrong shooting movements in the gang." Vance walked up to Iger, staggered a certain angle with him face to face, stood with his feet spread out, and then Put your right hand in a pistol pose, and demonstrate to Iger while talking.

"Stand with your feet apart, hold the gun firmly on the ground, hold the gun in your right hand, straighten your arms without bending a bit, hold the gun straight up to your nose, and hold it up until between your eyes.

Hold the wrist of your right hand with your left hand, yes, that's it, put the rear sight on the crosshair, and aim the crosshair at the target.Yes, exactly.Well, you put down the gun, turn around, there is a mineral water bottle ten meters away from you, try it. "

After Iger turned around, he raised the gun again with the movement taught by Vance just now. Sure enough, as the muzzle of the gun was raised, a green hollow cross rose from the bottom of the field of vision, and finally appeared in the middle of Iger's sight.

The reason why Iger was shaking his head up and down with the pistol just now is that after he found that he was holding the pistol in his hand, he triggered a green hollow crosshair.

Iger is so familiar with this green crosshair. The hollow part of the crosshair is the area where the bullets are scattered. The larger the hollow part, the more random the bullets will be after they are fired.

Looking at the green crosshair, Iger suddenly remembered what kind of gun this Glock was in his hand. It was the classic T initial gun in the game CS.

This pistol has been complained by many people, but I didn't expect that the first gun I touched turned out to be this coward.

In fact, this is Iger's ignorance. With his current small body, it is useless to give him a Desert Eagle.On the contrary, a pistol with very little recoil like Glock is the best choice.

After Iger held the gun with the standard action taught by Vance just now, the hollow crosshair was slowly shrinking, and soon it became smaller than the mineral water bottle that was the target.

After Iger took aim for a while, he put down the gun in his hand.

"Bold shooting, child, the first time is always a little difficult." Father Locke encouraged from the side.

"No, Father." After Iger turned his head and looked at it, he stepped back and said, "I think I can go further."

Iger stopped only when his back was close to the courtyard wall. The mineral water bottle had become very small, and it was estimated that the distance might be 20 meters.

Iger raised the pistol again, and he tried to put the hollow point in the middle of the crosshair on the mineral water bottle.

While concentrating on aiming, Iger found that the crosshair was rising and falling regularly with his breathing, so he took a deep breath and then held it.Sure enough, the quasi-heart no longer fluctuated up and down, but trembled slightly with every heartbeat.

"Hold on, 3, 2, 1." Iger muttered to himself, and after counting to 1, he pulled the trigger, "snap".

The recoil of the gun was not as strong as expected. Iger breathed out and panted heavily. He then lowered the muzzle of the gun and was pleasantly surprised to see that the mineral water bottle was blown away by a single shot.

"First time, first shot?" Father Locke asked Iger.

"Yes." Iger's face flushed with excitement after the first hit.

Which boy doesn't like to shoot a gun, and it's still a handjob.

Father Locke walked up to Iger and stretched out his hand towards him, and Iger returned the Glock in his hand to the priest without attachment.

"You wait a moment." Father Locke took Glock back and handed it to Vance. After saying this to Iger, he hurried away.

After a while, Father Locke came over with a small delicate box. He put the box on the ground and unbuckled it first, then opened the box.

There was something like a gun stock in the box, and there was a small cardboard box next to it.

"This is a birthday gift that a friend left here for the child." The priest said while picking up the gun butt, he turned to Iger and said, "Now that friend and his child no longer need this gun. The gun is gone, I think I can lend it to you for a try."

This is a gun?

Iger looked at the butt, is this a new type of weapon invented by America?

After a while, Iger was really eye-opening. I saw Father Locke open the tail of the gun stock like opening the cover, and then took out several gun parts from the gun stock. At this time, Vance also squatted down and took the parts and began to assemble. The small rifle appeared in front of Iger.

Vance opened the small paper box, and it turned out that the small paper box was full of bullets. The bullets were so small that they could be described as pocket-sized, so that Iger seriously doubted their lethality.

"It's a .22-caliber AR-7, and it's usually used as a training gun," Vance said to Iger. "This gun can also be used to shoot mice, rabbits, and animals up to and including dogs."

"But if you can hit the head accurately, it is more than enough to kill larger prey." After assembling the gun, Vance picked it up and took aim.This AR-7 is not a new gun, in fact, this kind of used, well-maintained gun is the most reliable good friend.

Vance checked that the ruler was at zero, so he handed the AR-7 to Iger, and Father Locke had already picked up the knocked-off mineral water bottle and stood it up again.

"I ask you to shoot the upper part of the mineral water bottle." When Vance handed the gun to Iger, he said sternly in the tone of an instructor to a recruit.

Iger took the AR-7. This gun is really small, similar to the toy BB gun that pops balloons in the park.

Although Iger has never shot a real gun, he is too familiar with ballooning in the park.

Seeing Iger's gun posture, Vance nodded.How can there be American kids who can't play with guns, joke.

Iger first stood and aimed. He held his breath for a while and then squatted down, kneeling on one knee, with his left knee resting on his left forearm, while his left hand firmly held the gun body.

After a few more breathless and deep breaths, Iger gave up shooting and stood up.

Due to the previous experience, Father Locke and Vance did not make a sound. They watched as Iger ran to the mineral water bottle, unscrewed the mineral water bottle, and put the red bottle cap on the mouth of the bottle.

"This kid actually wants to shoot this bottle cap." Vance has also seen him for a long time. Although he has been involved in the militia organization all year round, he has seen many sharpshooters, but the young man who claims to dare to challenge the 20-meter bottle cap for the first time, It was the first time he saw it.

Iger knelt down with the gun in hand, and as he held his breath, the green hollow crosshair shrank and became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a small solid cross.

Focus on aiming, hold your breath.

The red bottle cap in the distance can only see a point now, but it does not prevent Iger from putting the center of the cross on the red point.

3, 2, 1.

"Snapped."

This time the gunshots were smaller, as small as a cannonball thrown by children during the Chinese New Year. Iger didn't even feel any recoil.

When Iger looked away from the AR-7's crosshair, the mineral water bottle in the distance was standing there firmly, and the red bottle cap on it had disappeared without a trace.

(End of this chapter)