Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 30 Shooting Practice
After leaving the Blackthorn Security Company, Angel followed the familiar Klein Moretti to No. 3 Zouteran Street. This was a low building with the nameplate of "Zouteran Shooting Club" hanging on the mottled walls.

The shooting range belonging to the police department of Tingen City is located underground, and its area is two circles larger than the ground buildings. It is not only used for daily practice by the police, but also open to the general public to practice guns. Tickets are subsidized for public use.

Angel took out the police badge he had just received from Old Neil, and identified himself to the waiter in charge of reception at the front desk.

The two were guided to the spacious basement by the waiter.Facing the stairs is a lounge, where a number of gas lamps are luxuriously hung, free tea is provided, and the passage at the other end leads to the shooting range. There are several small rooms inside, some of which have been hung with signs of being in use, and loud gunshots can be heard from time to time.

They chose the vacant room at the farthest back, and the waiter helped to set up the gun target before leaving. The two of them each put the bullet box on the table next to the shooting position.

"Lady first?"

Klein loaded the bullets one by one and slammed into the reel, but he didn't start shooting, but looked at Angel to the side.

"Go ahead, I need to familiarize myself with the new gun."

Angel declined politely. She just got a new revolver and planned to familiarize herself with the weight and feel of the gun first, instead of wasting bullets as soon as she came up.

Klein nodded, held the gun with both hands, separated his legs slightly, maintained a slightly bent posture, and stretched his arms, raising the gun to aim at a target 15 meters away.

It's a very conventional aiming posture, with a rigid look, but no spirituality, Angel commented in his heart.

"boom--"

The gunshot rang out, and Angel looked at the target. Extraordinary's enhanced vision allowed her to easily see the bullet holes on the target, 8 rings.

After the first shot hit the target, Klein did not immediately fire the second shot. Instead, he put the gun back into the holster, stood there for a few seconds, and suddenly reached out and took out the pistol from his armpit. He aimed with one hand and fired quickly.

After the gunshots, Angel took a closer look, and it was still the 8th ring.

Wait... this is where the last shot fell...

Did it miss the target?

Klein also felt a little embarrassed. He glanced at Angel, repositioned himself to aim the gun with both hands, and continued to shoot round after round until all the bullets in the gun were exhausted.

The remaining few bullets did not miss the target, but maintained a score of 7-8. This seemed to be the gun-holding posture he usually practiced. The movements were standard, but they seemed a little stiff.

Angel also took out the revolver she had just received from old Neil. She first held the gun in both hands, and put it in various poses to feel the weight of the new gun.

After Klein fired two rounds and sat aside to massage his arm muscles, she came to the shooting position with the gun in hand, stood sideways, and started aiming and shooting with the gun in both hands.

Unlike the previous Klein holding the gun directly facing the target, with his legs spread apart and his arms stretched out to ensure maximum stability and hit rate, Angel used a gun holding posture designed for close-range combat.

Her right elbow is bent, she tilts the gun at chest height, raises her left elbow and presses it forward, holds her right hand back, and fixes the gun near the center axis of her body with both hands.

Bang, bang, bang—

After firing five shots in a row, Angel fine-tuned the angle of holding the gun according to where the bullets fell, and emptied all the bullets in one go.

She shook off the wheel, pressed the ejection lever, and ejected the smoking shell casing, then looked at the target in front of her and evaluated her own results.

Only the last of the five bullets hit the 10th ring, and the rest were distributed around the center point at the 8th ring, which is already a very good result for a new gun that has just arrived and is not familiar with.

After reloading five rounds of ammunition, this time she held the gun with one hand in her right hand, raised it at waist height, and continuously pulled the trigger at the target without aiming at all.

The recoil of the large-caliber bullets caused the revolver held in one hand to shake back and forth. Even with Angel’s physical fitness strengthened by potions, he couldn’t maintain stability, so the shooting accuracy was much worse than before. After shooting all the bullets, the bullet holes were randomly distributed in various positions of the target. Compared with the results of the previous round, it can only be said that he barely hit the target, and the number of rings was unsightly.

Klein, who was sitting and resting beside her, saw her strange shooting posture and came over curiously. When he saw the bullet holes in the target, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Miss Granger, was there any special skill in your shooting posture just now? I thought pistol shooting required..." He held his pistol in an aiming posture, "...you aim at three points and one line like this."

"Normal shooting does aim like that."

Angel nodded. She reloaded the bullet, and according to Klein's previous posture, she was facing the target with her body facing the target. She stood with her legs apart, and held the gun in front of her with both hands, so that her right eye, the rear sight and the target were in a three-point line. She aimed slightly and pulled the trigger.

The gunshot rang out, and another 10-ring bullet hole was added to the target.

Klein didn't answer, he knew there would be a "but" later.

"However, I think the essence of a pistol is a melee weapon. This open and closed aiming method in melee combat is a waste of time, and it is easy for the enemy to catch the weak point. It is very impractical. You don't need to aim in melee combat. You can hit the bullet on the opponent first."

"This is my personal opinion, not necessarily true."

Angel added.

Seeing Klein's puzzled and puzzled face, she thought about it and decided to have some actual combat training to verify her statement.

"Now suppose we are enemies, and stand face to face three meters apart. If you draw your gun and aim at me, you will win, and I need to stop you."

She directed Klein to face herself, and backed away to the table by the wall.

This small shooting range is only about five meters wide, and with the tables on both sides, the width that people can stand on is only about three meters. The two of them are almost standing with their backs to the table facing each other.

Klein stood up straight with his legs slightly apart, moved his right hand, and fixed his eyes on Angel, who was standing still in front of him, with a dignified expression.

Swah——

While the other party was not paying attention, he tore open the front of his shirt with his left hand, quickly stretched out his right hand to the holster under his left armpit, grabbed the handle and pulled out the pistol.This is exactly the shooting action that I had just trained, but failed to hit the target.

Of course, there is no need to pull the trigger this time. After all, the other party is my colleague, so I just need to aim at the gun——

The moment Klein drew his gun, Angel turned from stillness and kicked forward.

The distance of three meters is almost a dodge for the "Assassin". At this time, before Klein's right hand holding the gun had time to straighten, he felt a force pressing his hand back to his chest. He exerted force on his elbow joint, and even pressed his left hand on his right wrist, trying to resist. At the same time, his body stepped back, but before he could move any further, his abdomen tightened, and a pistol was already pressed against his coat.

Angel's body, which is considered tall among the same sex, was completely attached to Klein. She held down the wrist holding the gun with her left hand, and at the same time pulled out the pistol from her waist with her right hand to hold the opponent's lower abdomen. As long as she lightly pulled the trigger, a large-caliber bullet could be sent into Klein's body.

Less than two seconds before and after, the outcome has been decided.

"Ahem—Miss Granger, please make way, there's no place to stand behind."

The suppressed Klein blushed and tried to hide back, but there was no way to retreat in the narrow shooting range. With his waist against the table and his upper body leaning back, he could only make a sound to remind him.

Even if Angel didn't have the self-consciousness of being a woman, she realized that the posture of the two of them was a little weird. She quickly let go of her left hand and took a few steps back.

"Feel sorry."

She turned her face to the side, avoiding awkward stares, and changed the subject.

"That's it. You don't have time to aim your gun in close quarters combat. The gun is too far away from your body to risk being taken away. If it's a life-and-death battle, I don't even need to rush in front of you. Before you point the gun at me, I can shoot three times."

Klein nodded in agreement. Although he felt that if the distance between the two was four or five meters longer, he would have a chance to aim and shoot, but in such a small room, the action of taking the gun from the holster under his armpit and raising it to aim high was indeed too slow.

"Then we switched roles. Considering that you are not an 'assassin', we should be two meters apart."

The two adjusted the distance and stood face to face again. The shortened distance was almost within reach of each other.

As soon as he stood still, Klein rushed over directly. He knew that the "Seer" potion had no effect on strengthening the body. Facing the "Assassin", if he wanted to win this competition limited to melee combat, he had to catch him by surprise.

He didn't draw out his gun during the sprint. From the failure just now, Klein understood that the speed with which he drew the gun from the holster under his arm was definitely not as fast as the opponent's.

Seeing that Klein was trying to grab the gun, Angel took a half-step back with his right foot, pulled out the pistol from his waist holster, and blocked Klein's attacking route with his left elbow. He raised his right hand slightly to his chest, and pointed the gun at Klein who was rushing forward.

It wasn't until this moment that Klein's outstretched right hand reached Angel, but he had no chance to go around her elbow and touch the opponent's gun.

"Look, if I hold the gun like this, you will have little chance to touch my weapon. Instead, you will take the initiative to shorten the distance so that I can shoot without aiming."

Angel shook the muzzle of the gun and explained.

Seeing that the gun was aimed at him, Klein raised his hands to admit defeat.

"It seems that your way of drawing a gun is indeed more practical, but if you shoot without aiming, can the accuracy of shooting be guaranteed?" Klein asked. He drew out his pistol again, imitated Angel's posture, and fired a shot at a target 15 meters away. As expected, he missed the target.

"This is a 15-meter target, which is already a middle distance for pistol shooting. It is normal to be inaccurate."

While explaining, Angel walked up to Klein, held the gun with one hand and shot at his waist, fired three consecutive bullets, and there were three bullet holes on the target with different distances from the center of the circle.

"But with a little practice, most people can do it, and it's enough for close combat at three to five meters."

"A little practice..."

Angel seemed to hear Klein muttering something.

"Ok?"

She tilted her head questioningly.

"It's nothing, I mean... What if the target is tens of meters away? For example, there is an enemy with a high-pressure steam rifle 50 meters away?"

"Of course it's as far as you can run. Do you want to shoot him with a pistol?"

Angel looked at Klein suspiciously, as if he had asked an incredible question.

"……you're right."

After a long silence, Klein agreed.

(End of this chapter)