American Comprehensive Detective: Start with a black gun

Chapter 87 Chapter 87 Doubt about life

Ron lowered his head, cut the steak with a knife and fork, put it in his mouth and chewed it non-stop. The faint rosemary scent and the taste of the beef itself exploded in the mouth. It is worthy of the treatment of the supreme VIP, and the taste is really good.

Ron showed a look of enjoyment.

Seeing this, Kate's doubts immediately dissipated a lot.

The next day, after Ron took Kate to report successfully, Kate was immediately arranged by Jonathan to the headquarters for special training.

It can be seen that the department is short of people, and Jonathan hopes that Kate can finish the training soon, and then join the investigation bureau to work.

The two had just met and wanted to part, so the two of them spent another shameless morning, afternoon and night on this day.

On the first night, he could still use the excuse that there was a cat in the house that he didn't feed, but the next day, this excuse was not so good.

Fortunately, Kate is leaving soon.

Ron regretted it more and more, and invited Kate to be his assistant on the spur of the moment!
……

Suburbs of Los Angeles.

Ron drove the car and followed a black car into a private shooting gallery.

Grace, that is, the best friend introduced by Aunt Melinda yesterday.

He actually invited him to shoot with him.

Naturally, Ron would not refuse such a request.

Grace Stewart, exactly like Nicole Kidman's top ten female entrepreneurs in North America.

Ron doesn't even know which movie's heroine Grace is?

Since she was so pretty, Ron had no reason to refuse her invitation.

After all, it takes courage to reject a beautiful woman.

Ron had historically lacked courage in this regard.

The car drives into the underground parking lot.

Ron got out of the car.

Grace and his bodyguard and driver, Brandon, also came down.

Grace has exquisite facial features, delicate and white skin, wearing black sneakers and white slim-fitting sportswear, and has a slender figure. Walking with Ron, she is actually slightly taller than Ron.

At the age of about 30, the appearance is still in the shelf life.

Top-notch appearance plus this height is a foul.

Although Grace is tall, she has a good body proportion, especially a pair of long legs, which is estimated to be able to pinch her waist.

Moreover, she is one of the top ten female entrepreneurs in North America, and her social status is not low at all. This...

Ron said he didn't want to work hard anymore.

As for, Grace is a friend of the aunt.

Isn't this... a bonus item?

"Are you all right?"

Seeing that Ron was distracted, Grace asked kindly.

"Uh... all right?"

"Mr. Ron, have you played with guns before?"

At this time, Brandon asked Ron.

"I've played it!"

Ron thought I was an FBI.

You ask me if I have played with guns, what do you mean?
Do you look down on the police, or look down on the criminals in the United States?
"How about we compare for a while?" Brandon suggested.

Ron looked at Brandon in surprise. Brandon was about 1.9 meters tall. He was very strong and not handsome, but he looked confident and provocative in his eyes.

Ron observed from Brandon's expression, confidence in his own strength, and unconcealable hostility.

Ron guessed that this Brandon might also have unreasonable thoughts about Grace.

If you are a man, you will have unreasonable thoughts about Grace.

It's no surprise.

Grace should be distressed, but also proud.

"no problem!"

Intense fighting intent burst out in the intersection of the two people's eyes.

The two looked at each other, and they both were people who didn't want to work hard.

This Brandon wouldn't want to beat me to show off his skills and win Grace's heart, would he?

Isn't this a coincidence?
Everyone thought of going together.

The competition is here!

There is no room for mercy in the life-and-death competition.

Either you eat soft rice, or I eat soft rice!
The fighting spirit is high and spreading in the air!
A few people stepped into the elevator, and then the elevator went up to the second floor. Grace was an old customer here, so the group was quickly led into a room.

The two put on shooting noise-canceling headphones.

Bullets loaded.

Ron was holding a pistol casually in one hand, and Brandon saw that Ron was holding the pistol in a layman's posture, very casually, and suddenly felt contemptuous.

Brandon glanced at Grace next to him, seemingly caring about Ron, "kindly" reminded: "The pistol has a lot of recoil, and it's easy to lose focus when holding the gun in one hand."

"Really? I don't believe it!"

Ron shook his head in disbelief.

Brandon shrugged, "Hey, whatever you want, then shall we compare?"

Brandon's expression relaxed a lot, and a look of contempt could not help but appear on his face.

With such a level, do you want to compare with him, the king of veterans?
dream!

"Better, of course!"

Brandon came up with the rules of the game.

"Okay, let's start. Whoever gets the most total rings within the specified time will be the winner. If the number of rings is the same, whoever takes the shorter time will be the winner!"

"Okay!" Ron said without objection.

"You first, or me?" Brandon asked Ron.

Ron said casually: "You go first, if I go first, I'm worried that it will affect your performance!"

Brandon stared, "What do you mean? Don't you underestimate people? No, you have to go first!"

Ron looked at Brandon with a smile.

Brandon insisted: "I don't believe you can affect my performance. As a veteran, you have no idea what I went through?"

Ron said in his heart, as an investigator, you don't even know what I went through!
"Okay." Ron said helplessly.

Ron was still holding the gun in one hand, and first the 5-meter moving target bounced from the front.

"Boom bang bang."

Three gunshots sounded almost simultaneously, and the three moving targets rushed to the street in an instant.

Then the 10-meter moving target bounced from the front.

"Boom bang bang."

Three more shots!

The three moving targets rushed to the street again in an instant.

Followed by 15 meters.

20 m.

……

Brandon watched the targets being knocked down one by one, secretly anxious.

Because Ron's speed is too fast and too accurate.

At the end, cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

In the last 30 meters, five moving targets bounced up simultaneously.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

Five shots were fired, but the moving target was still standing there.

"Missed?"

Brandon looked ecstatic, could it be that Ron made a mistake?
After waiting for so long, finally when Ron made a mistake, fortunately he didn't give up.

"Let the bullets fly for a while!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang."

There were five metallic sounds, and five moving targets fell down.

Then, the moving targets moved from behind to the front one after another.

Every shot hit the bullseye in the chest.

"Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings... It's still a monotonous ten rings!"

Brandon was dumbfounded, all the targets were in the middle of the bull's-eye, with ten rings.

So fast, is it really accurate?

The cold sweat on Brandon's face grew more and more, and the sharpshooters in the army were not so fast and accurate.

Ron looked at the shocked Brandon with a faint smile.

Of course it was fast and accurate.

Because [Pistol Mastery] was quietly upgraded to full level LV6 by him before the competition.

"This... this..." Brandon was a little suspicious of life.

Grace blinked and blinked at Ron, her eyes shining.

As a member of the gun club, she often comes to practice guns.

She knew exactly how difficult it was to get a grade like Ron's.

Naturally, Ron would be impressed.

"Blanton, I think it's better to forget it. Mr. Ron is an elite in the FBI after all." Grace stood up and persuaded.

With a high EQ, she naturally wouldn't let a one-sided competition happen.

Brandon took a deep look at Ron, and he was sure that Ron was not as simple as an ordinary FBI.

Naturally, although he is still a little unconvinced, he will not be boring himself and continue this doomed contest.

Just then, two middle-aged white men with the IRS logo tattooed on their chests walked in.

(End of this chapter)