Planeswalker My Plane War

Chapter 103 Go to Target 3
"It's not safe here." Thomas tried to drum up business for his hotel with a three-inch tongue. "Dear friend, you may not know that in the early years, this was the place where you could buy guns at the market, and this kind of purchase does not require verification of identity, credit rating, or declaration procedures, all you need is a street vendor who sells guns I am willing to sell it to you, and I will pay for it and deliver it. Don’t say it was a few years ago, it’s almost the same now, you have to understand,” he emphasized. "Who can tell how much danger is hidden in this place?"

This kind of place where guns are flooded is undoubtedly the type that tourists don't like very much.Even if you come here specifically to play with guns.After all, you are here to shoot, not to be shot.The more guns in the shooting range, the better, and of course the fewer guns outside the shooting range, the better.

"Is there... are there any Chinese in this place?" Zhang Cheng asked noncommittally.

"Not much," Thomas replied. "The Chinese are all rich and rarely live here."

"Rich man? Why?"

"Oh, of course you are too rich." Thomas shrugged. "I remember there was a big news at the time. There was almost 5 dollars in cash in a Chinese home. My God, there are not so many drug dealers. Since then, there have been fewer and fewer Chinese in this place."

"Why are there fewer and fewer?"

"Because blacks, drug lords, Spaniards, Maozi people, Armenians, and prickly pear people are all thinking about your compatriots. And the police here..." Thomas pointed to the police station. "Less than fifteen!"

This is a historical situation.Most Chinese—in fact, not only Chinese, but East Asians are almost the same—do not trust banks very much. Some of these people may be illegal workers or illegal stayers, in order to make the money they earn stay in their own place more safely. Around them, avoiding the pervasive taxation, they'd rather keep their bills in their pillows than checks, credit cards, and other convenient forms of payment.As a result they were frequently patronized by robbers and thieves.

However, although Thomas spent a lot of energy, in the end his efforts failed.This can also be regarded as a cultural difference. Thomas' performance is a bit exaggerated, which makes people not very trustworthy.

In the end, the car stopped at a hotel in the city that looked passable, and Zhang Cheng still chose to live in this hotel.

Although Thomas sighed and was very unhappy, he also accepted the result.After parking the car, he accompanied Zhang Cheng into the hotel and checked in - as an interpreter.

Because the room has already been booked, there is nothing too troublesome, and it is confirmed in a few words.While the service staff of the hotel was handling Zhang Cheng's registration procedures, Zhang Cheng continued to chat with Thomas.

"What are those people outside the hotel we saw just now?"

"Little gangster, selling all kinds of things, including methadone, restricted prescription drugs, hallucinogens and the like." Thomas looked disdainful. "They're all from the cactus country!"

"Is this still divided into gangs?"

"Of course, there are mainly three groups of outsiders here, Armenians, Cactus people, and black people." Thomas said. "Armenians mainly do some bitch and drug business. I heard that they also do arms, but not retail. The business itself is not legal, but they are still businessmen. The prickly pears sell guns here... Of course there are also Others. They all carry guns, and they pay money and deliver goods when they do business. Otherwise, it is very likely that they will fight each other, and even exchange fire with the police. As for the blacks, "Thomas shrugged, "they have doing, including theft and robbery."

The service personnel of the hotel have completed the formalities and returned the room card and documents to Zhang Cheng.

"Well, my dear friend," said Thomas. "It's not early today, I suggest you go to bed early, this hotel provides meals, but their food tastes bad. There is a Chinese restaurant next door opposite, but the boss and waiters are not Chinese. You can find bars and restaurants across the street Fast food restaurant." He said in a wan mood. "Tomorrow morning, I will pick you up to the shooting range. Let me tell you first, this time tomorrow morning is free, and you will need to pay extra if you want me to pick you up in the future. I wish you a pleasant night."

"Your shooting range... I mean, I'm a novice, and I've never touched a gun before." Zhang Cheng said.

|"Oh, then our shooting range is the most suitable. We have a full set of equipment, half-length targets, steel targets, etc. You can get access to almost all individual equipment such as long guns, pistols, automatic weapons, and even There are RPGs. We have the best instructors, who will teach you everything step by step. You can learn a full range of techniques such as shooting, drawing a gun, aiming, maintenance, disassembly, repair, etc.”

Although the content of the words was impeccable, Zhang Cheng felt that Thomas's powerless posture...was he being fooled?
After entering the room and taking a look around, Zhang Chengcheng decided that the place was lackluster, an ordinary hotel.But this time he really didn't want to enjoy it, so these are not problems.

I took out my desktop computer from the card, connected to the hotel's WIFI with a wireless network card, and there was no problem in surfing the Internet.But I have no idea what to do today.

"Zhang Cheng, is this another country?" Little Bear jumped out of the card and looked out the window.

In theory, this is just a small town on the border of the United States, but in fact, no matter what the reason is, it looks relatively prosperous, even if it is not as good as Huaguo, and it really cannot be compared with the barbaric era in the other world.

And the intermediary's booking is actually very good, this hotel is considered the best in this small town.In the afterglow of the setting sun, most of the houses can be overlooked.

"This world is awesome...I'm starting to like your technology." Bear said. "By the way, Zhang Cheng, can you teach me the characters here?"

Cubs have a natural ability to understand other people's language.Zhang Cheng thinks this may be because of the bear's telepathic ability.But the language can be understood, the text is another matter.At least Little Bear doesn't know all the characters in this world.

Zhang Cheng casually downloaded a software for children to learn literacy on his mobile phone, and asked Xiao Xiong to learn by himself.Well, it’s not that Zhang Cheng is not responsible. We can only say that the little bear is not a normal creature, and it is completely incompatible with the bipedal erectus of the animal kingdom Chordate, phylum, Vertebrate, Mammalia, Primate, Anthropoid, Homo, Homo sapiens. on a par.Not to mention the principle of memory, even the way of existence is fundamentally different.

Have you ever looked at a picture at random for a few seconds, and then copied the picture without any difference after half an hour?Well, Bear can do it.

He began to look at the local news websites... Sure enough, the news is not good news. Theft, robbery, drug trafficking, kidnapping, etc. can be seen everywhere. Reports of taking the blame and admitting mistakes.A piece of news just came today. The police arrested two gun dealers who illegally sold guns in a certain local neighborhood, and seized a gun with a murder record along the way.

As Zhang Cheng expected, this place is a place of chaos that is completely different from that in China.After all, it is a free country.

Silent all night.

In the morning, Zhang Cheng heard a few gunshots.But because of the distance, it sounds like distant firecrackers.The hotel service staff was calm, obviously this situation is already the norm.

Zhang Cheng had breakfast at the hotel.As Thomas said, the breakfast sucks.It's not that the content is bad, but that this thing is not delicious at all.Zhang Cheng couldn't imagine such a stupid thing as letting you eat steak for breakfast.He ended up eating some bread and sausage and drinking some milk—milk was okay, the sausage was not to his liking at all, and he could only barely swallow it.

A few minutes after the meal, Zhang Chengcheng saw Thomas' classic car driving over through the window.

Looking back, although the intermediary had a sharply sharpened butcher's knife, the arrangements were well organized.This hotel is really not far from the shooting range, at least it takes less than half an hour by car.As for the shooting range... This is the first shooting range Zhang Cheng has seen, so it's not easy to comment.It can only be said that a few buildings still look very new, and they should not be more than five years old.

The shooting range was empty, and the indoor shooting room was filled with necessary necessities such as firearms, bullets, earplugs, shooting gloves, etc., but no one else could be seen except Thomas and Zhang Cheng.

"There...is there no one here?"

"Oh, of course not. My dear friend," Thomas said, smiling. "Now is the off-season for tourism, and there are really not many people. Our long-term contracts with the FBI and the police just expired last month, and the renewal of the contracts is still under negotiation. I can only say that you are lucky. The whole The shooting range is all yours... what to try first? How about a pistol?"

"Okay." Zhang Cheng came here no matter what, what else can he do?I can only try it.

"Come on, here are a few that almost all novices are willing to try," Thomas immediately took out the first one. "It's a Beretta 87 sporting pistol, it's a very beginner's weapon... and this is a 9mm Glock... this is... this is... oh, and this one, every novice would love to try it Stuff, Desert Eagle! As a pistol package for beginners, I suggest you start with this Beretta."

Thomas replaced the pistol with a magazine with very skilled movements, and then handed it to Zhang Cheng.

When Zhang Cheng put on earplugs and was about to shoot, Thomas suddenly stopped him. "Dear friend, before we start, we have to explain that this kind of bullets," he pointed to the bullet boxes of different sizes and bullets placed on the side of the table, "a box of 50 knives, this kind is 70 knives. This kind of..." He introduced the prices. "We calculate the price by the box."

"Okay." Zhang Cheng said.

A morning passed quickly.

It must be said that Zhang Cheng now feels that his choice of coming to the shooting range to practice marksmanship is really the right choice.As we all know, compared with cold weapons, the difficulty of using hot weapons is not worth mentioning.In ancient times, it took several years of hard training to train excellent archers or swordsmen.Even spears and crossbow bolts - these two weapons are already the fastest among cold weapons - require at least several months of training.In the era of hot weapons, even the most cumbersome matchlock guns only need a few weeks to load.As for modern weapons, it only needs a week or two of training.

The problem is, even if it only takes a week, it will take seven days.Without any training, holding a gun still can't exert its due power.Among them, the movement of holding the gun, the shooting posture, the knack of aiming and many other things still need to be explained in detail by the coach, and you need to practice with live ammunition to truly master them.

I don't know how many bullets were fired all morning, and Zhang Cheng's arms were numb from the beating.He knew that the pistol was already the gun with the least recoil, but that kind of force was still unbearable for a rookie.Especially the Desert Eagle, a legendary good gun, but it really doesn't work at all.The recoil is too much.

"You can try long guns in the afternoon, including rifles and shotguns. Now we have a break, how about a lunch? It's 20 dollars."

"Okay." Zhang Cheng felt that Thomas was asking for money every step of the way, but considering that this was a capitalist country, it was normal.

At noon, the two of them shared a pizza in the shooting range-this foreigner was obviously just eating.But Zhang Cheng is really embarrassed to say so much.Anyway, this pizza is really big.

In the afternoon they changed places and practiced shotguns and sniper rifles.Likewise, Thomas recommends a whole bunch of different brands of firearms.Although these two are also guns, their shooting skills are indeed very different from pistols.One afternoon, Zhang Cheng felt that his body was full of gunpowder smoke, but the shooting results were not good.Thomas hit the bull's-eye with his gun when demonstrating shooting, but Zhang Cheng only hit five out of ten shots-this is the result of a day of practice.It can be seen that he actually has no talent in shooting.

But it doesn't matter, the advantage of things like guns is... As long as you don't plan to go to the shooting competition to win the championship, it really doesn't pay attention to talent.

At dusk, just like yesterday, Thomas drove Zhang Cheng back to the hotel.

"Do you need me to pick you up tomorrow morning?" Thomas asked thoughtfully after seeing the passenger off the car. "30 knives will do."

"Okay." Zhang Cheng thought it would be troublesome to call a car, so it's fine to just leave it at that.

"Then we can learn about automatic weapons tomorrow." Thomas blinked. "Also, the disassembly and maintenance of firearms."

"Best coach?"

"The best coach ever," Thomas said.

Zhang Cheng walked into the gate of the hotel and noticed a black child beside him staring at him.But when Zhang Cheng looked over, the black child looked away.The hotel front desk staff came over and said something softly.

"Sir, please be careful."

Although Zhang Cheng's English is not good, he still understands this sentence.

(End of this chapter)