Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 332 Bringing Talent to America (1)

"How do you want to play?"

Old Gun looked intrigued; he wanted to know what kind of entourage this Chinese man possessed that made him daring to challenge him.

Does it mean his muscles no longer look intimidating?
"Let's check their marksmanship first; we'll leave the hand-to-hand combat for later."

In combat, bumps and bruises are inevitable, and being covered in bruises will definitely affect your marksmanship.

Therefore, Chang Ning suggested placing it after marksmanship, but the old gunner disagreed.

In his view, Chang Ning was afraid of fighting before the battle even started, and wanted to win back the score with his marksmanship first.

After all, his physique is so strong and impactful, and his muscles are no mere decoration; his fighting skills are also quite impressive.

"Whatever you want, I'm fine with it."

Old Gun's demeanor was very relaxed, showing no sign of caution whatsoever.

From the veteran's perspective, his performance is understandable.

The whole world knows that China is the safest country on the planet. Their army hasn't been in actual combat for a long time, and nobody knows how much combat power they still retain.

However, Old Gun saw the advantages of the Chinese people in his teammate, Demon: they were highly trainable and could become qualified line-filling babies after receiving complete military training.

The "line-filling baby" mentioned here refers to a soldier with strong survivability and combat power.

In conclusion, the Chinese are an excellent source of soldiers.

Moreover, the Chinese man who challenged them had a strong military bearing. If he could pass his teammates' test, they would have gained a qualified soldier for free. With a little training, he could go on missions with them.

The price-performance ratio is unquestionable!

The weapons shop had set up an underground shooting range, and Lao Qiang paid to rent the owner's Colt M1911A1, a very classic old gun.

Of course, the "old" here refers to the brand of the gun; the gun itself is not "old".

The gun uses a .45 ACP (11.43×23mm) bullet and has a magazine capacity of 7 rounds.

As a national-level handgun of the United States, its reliability is beyond question.

The two stood in front of their chosen targets, and Old Gun turned to Chang Ning and said, "I won't stand on ceremony with you, I'll start first."

Chang Ning knew that this was Lao Qiang sending a friendly signal, giving him time to adapt to the venue and the gun in his hand.

"it is good."

Chang Ning readily accepted the old gun's offer.

Since we're going to compete, let's give it our best; it's a sign of respect for both ourselves and our opponents.

Chang Ning's straightforward answer surprised Lao Qiang for a moment.

The person in front of him was different from the humble and polite Chinese people he had ever met.

But this is good, as such a personality makes it easier for them to integrate into a group.

Old Gun is growing to like Changning more and more.

"Then I'll start."

After saying that, Old Gun put on his noise-canceling earmuffs and unleashed a barrage of fire at the target paper with both hands.

Because the Colt M1911A1 magazine only has a capacity of 7 rounds, Chang Ning also loaded 7 rounds into the magazine.

The Glock has a larger magazine capacity than the Colt M1911A1, and since the old gun was being so friendly, Chang Ning felt embarrassed to take advantage of it.

Moreover, it's not a competition of who scores the most points. Both sides can roughly estimate each other's skill level by glancing at the bullet impact points on the target paper.

It's just target practice, and even fixed targets. With Chang Ning's expertise in firearms, it's as simple as eating and drinking.

The gun shop owner, seeing the two were about to have a match, also came to the underground shooting range to act as the referee. He knew the old gun's shooting skills. How could skills honed in the face of life and death be bad?

It's not easy for an Asian kid to beat an old gunsman.

Seven bullets were quickly fired onto the target paper, and the boss operated the machine to move the target paper in front of the three people.

As the target paper was moved forward, Lao Qiang's score became clearly visible to everyone.

The bullets all landed on the nine and ten rings of the chest target, and the points were very close together. Everyone present was a veteran shooter and knew what such a result meant.

This is a master.

Chang Ning was not surprised by Lao Qiang's performance.

Veterans who survive on the battlefield would have been killed long ago if they didn't have some skills.

After making a rough assessment of Old Gun's marksmanship in his mind, Chang Ning knew that it would be difficult for him to defeat his opponent in marksmanship.

As for close combat, just look at Old Gun's well-developed muscles and you'll know that this guy's skills are definitely not weak.

"It's your turn."

Old Gun took off his noise-canceling earmuffs and raised an eyebrow at Chang Ning. He knew he would perform exceptionally well this time when he fired the shot.

A skilled shooter has a feel for the outcome the moment he pulls the trigger; this is a feel for the gun that comes from years of practice.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Chang Ning that he had performed exceptionally well now; he would have to wait until she joined the team.

Old Gun really thought highly of Chang Ning. The last person who gave him this feeling was Evil Ghost, who was also a promising talent he had discovered. Coincidentally, both of them came from China.

Chang Ning heard the pleasure in Lao Qiang's words, and without saying anything, he put on the earmuffs hanging around his neck and began to unleash his firepower at the distant target.

Judging from the gunshots alone, one might think Chang Ning was using a submachine gun instead of a pistol.

This move stunned the old gunman; he had never seen anyone handle a pistol like that before, except for those who just casually play around and don't care about accuracy.

"Dude, are you admitting defeat?"

The weapon shop owner's observation of Chang Ning's firing posture clearly coincided with Old Gun's thoughts.

He had seen too many shooters at this shooting range, but none of them would fire like this Asian man in front of him. There was no rhythm to it at all. How could he be accurate?
Hopefully, this guy won't miss the target too badly.

This wasn't out of kindness from the weapons shop owner; he was afraid that Chang Ning would have bad memories of his shop and lose a valuable customer.

"You'll find out later."

Chang Ning didn't explain anything; he knew his actions just now were against common sense.

Once they see the results, these two people will definitely shut up.

Hopefully they won't seem too surprised.

Chang Ning watched the target paper slowly approaching him, and after skillfully checking the gun in his hand, he placed it on the table in front of him.

Not long after he finished speaking, the expressions on Old Gun's and the weapons shop owner's faces changed.

The target paper hadn't been moved in front of them yet, but that didn't prevent the three of them from seeing the distribution of bullet holes on it.

"Wow, buddy, I didn't know you were so good with a gun!"

The weapons shop owner lost control of his expression, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement as he watched the target drawing ever closer.

Although the old gunslinger beside him was also surprised by Chang Ning's marksmanship, he didn't react as dramatically as the weapons shop owner. He simply glanced at Chang Ning with a look of astonishment.

However, good marksmanship alone is not enough to impress the people in the team.

When the target paper was actually placed in front of the three of them, even though Old Gun and the weapons shop owner were already prepared, they still couldn't help but look at Chang Ning with new respect after seeing the bullet holes in front of them.