Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 30 30. The Silent Hunter
"A song written in two days was exchanged for 10,000 knives. Wouldn't it be possible to earn [-]+ in a month? Jesus! Grace couldn't earn such a big sum for several years. It's faster than robbing a bank!"

Rust in the driver's seat was steering the steering wheel, watching Britney waving goodbye to the door of the apartment outside the car window.

"Did Liam drink a bottle of whiskey for you, and your mind is in a daze? Writing a song is not something you do homework every day, it needs inspiration, understand? Finding the right seller is also a big problem. It can sell for a few months. First of all, I thank God."

Dean didn't intend to produce good songs in a short period of time, at least give Amazing Day some time to ferment, to see how popular the future songs are now.

If it is feasible, I will vote for a song with a similar style, but this time I will really open my mouth.

"That income is also higher than that of most working-class people," Luster said enviously. He used to think about the university and never worked outside. He didn't earn a penny and was supported by Grace.

But this friend who was similar to his own age and personality, quietly reborn, and easily earned a huge sum of money that ordinary people can't imagine.

Dean ignored his friend's envious and admiring eyes. Through the car window, he glanced at a rapidly retreating BBQ on the side of the street, "Park the car there. Robert gave me a 'deposit'. Treat you to a big meal today. Meal, open your belly and eat until you are full."

The corner of Ruster's mouth curled up, shaking his head,

"What kind of barbecue to eat, have you forgotten, Monday the day after tomorrow is Memorial Day (Memorial Day), the school will organize a barbecue party at the Lake Mead Recreation Area at noon, can you skip it today?"

It dawned on Dean, unknowingly, May is about to enter the last week, and it has been almost a month since he came into this world.

"Then go to the Sichuan restaurant on the Strip, and I'll take you to an authentic Chinese meal today!"

……

Satisfied with food and drink, Dean let Rust, whose mouth was red from spicy food, drive the Ford around the neighborhood far from the city center, and determined the locations of several outdoor goods stores and private gun stores in Vegas.

Go home and start a new round of fighting and summoning training.

……

The next day, Sunday, the sky was overcast and there was not a ray of sunshine.

Dean got up early in the morning, borrowed a Ford from Rust and drove home alone to get his driver's license, and then rushed to Silent Hunter, a private gun store that was better last night.
In big American cities, there is basically an outdoor goods store selling guns, a private gun store, or a large supermarket every few streets. However, Las Vegas has a certain degree of arranging gun stores away from the city center for good security. blocks of distance.

He took a rough look around and found the Silent Hunter with the coolest name.

From a distance, it is decorated with stained marble, which is black and square, like a stuffed bear with a roaring mouth.

Into the store,

The bright lights illuminate the layers of long-barreled guns hung horizontally on the solid wood walls around: rifles, sniper rifles, shotguns, double-barreled shotguns...

Rows of shelves below the walls are filled with clearly priced ammunition boxes of various sizes.

Dean rolled his eyes.

There is a part of glass display racks in the central area of ​​the store, which contain pistols, revolvers of different shapes...

There are several rows of wooden display racks, and there are long-barreled guns placed vertically. The scene is like rows of black corn with price tags growing in the ground.

It's just that the guns on these wooden display racks are not very new, and they may be second-hand goods for exhibition.

Still, the entire shop has hundreds of guns, making for a small armory.

"Hi, I'm the owner of the Silent Hunter, Floy."

A burly man with a hat, beard, and a gun around his waist greeted him. He turned his eyes on Dean, showing a trace of regret.

With his age and Asian face, even if Dean is not short, he still looks younger than ordinary white boys.

"Sorry, according to Nevada law, this store is not open to minors."

Dean handed him his driver's license, which he had prepared.

The shop owner checked the photos and faces several times, nodded, and handed Dean a simple questionnaire, which investigated and verified his name, social ID, home address, whether he had a criminal record, and the reason for buying the gun. etc.

Dean was innocent, so he answered all the questions truthfully, and it took less than 10 minutes in total.

Floyd glanced roughly, put away the form, and smiled even brighter.

"It's all right now. Dean, do you have an idea of ​​how much you plan to spend? Can I recommend you some products at a reasonable price?"

"I'll see for myself first."

Dean walked into the glass display case and looked around.

Because the current age is too early, Dean has heard of well-known firearms such as Glock 17, Beretta 92F, and Desert Eagle, which have not yet been put into production.

他能认出的不多：7、80年代港片里经常见到阿SIR们使用的点38左轮手枪、史密斯维森点357左轮、墙上挂的AR-15半自动突击步枪、AK-47、莫辛甘纳…

Every time he walked past a display cabinet, he took out the gun and held it in his hand. The cold and solid feel aroused his courage.

This is the gun.

Cold and inconspicuous, but killing people invisible.

He moved his wrists to measure the weight of the gun, and then tried to hold the gun with both hands, sideways holding the gun in his right hand, and holding the gun in the wrong hand.

Pull the trigger, aim.

Seriously feel the feedback between your fingers.

Floyd watched quietly not far from him.

After a while, Dean took out a unique revolver from the glass display case, with a dark blue barrel that was obviously longer than the same type of revolver, Clint Eastwood's favorite gun in "Harry the Killer".

Floyd suddenly opened his mouth to explain,
".44 semi-automatic Magnum pistol, as long as it can resist the strong recoil and shoot accurately, it can bring down an adult brown bear with one bullet."

"I often go hiking and hunting in the wild. You can use it, but be careful of its recoil. After each shot, it will jump too high and you must repress your wrist to aim."

Dean suddenly realized that this is the legendary "cannon in hand".

"Trust me, man, not everyone is a movie actor, you can't handle this gun."

The shopkeeper sincerely persuaded, and took out a handful of pistols with a slightly curved rear from the glass cabinet next to it, which Dean saw very familiarly.

He snatched it from Dead Bob—

"The Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol has a large caliber of 11.43 mm. It is full of lethality, reliable and durable, easy to repair, and the price of three hundred dollars is not expensive. It is one of the best-selling silent hunters."

"Buy it, and we will give you a spare magazine as a bonus."

Dean held the pistol in his hand, thinking that if he bought this one in a fair manner, taking Bob's gun with him would no longer be a problem.

"I want to see something else."

The owner was very enthusiastic about selling the Browning Hi-Power M1935, the slender-barreled, flat-profile Ruger MK-1 5.6mm automatic pistol... a bunch of miscellaneous pistols whose names he couldn't remember.

In the end, Dean chose the M1911A1.

This gun feels the most comfortable in the hand. It has anti-slip patterns suitable for newcomers like him. The triple insurance of manual safety, grip safety, and semi-standby safety also effectively prevents the gun from misfiring.

In addition, he bought ten boxes of 500-round matching .45 automatic pistol ammunition, which cost more than $400 in total.

……

When it was his turn to choose a long-barreled firearm, Dean was not very interested in it. After all, he preferred "pistols" like most men.

But it is necessary to keep a spare.

The owner recommended several to him:
The best weapon of the twentieth century, the famous King of Long Guns AK-47, semi-automatic, equipped with a foldable bayonet.

The most popular AR15 small-caliber assault rifle, semi-automatic.Cheap price, light weight, high shooting accuracy, easy maintenance.

Winchester's signature, synonymous with strength and reliability, is the world's most representative shotgun M1897 trench gun, which has excellent hunting and self-defense effects.

Subsequently.

Dean took another look at some fully automatic weapons, the price of which was several times higher than that of semi-automatic weapons. Moreover, if you want to buy them, you need to go through extremely complicated procedures and go through a long waiting period.

……

After repeated comparisons, Dean chose the civilian AR-15, which is the most handy and relatively affordable, and ten boxes of 50 rounds of 5.56mm bullets.

And the shopkeeper rattled off on a whole host of extra accessories to sell him.

But the rookie doesn't need those high-end goods, he just picked a spare magazine for AR15.

In the end, the two guns and ammunition cost about a thousand dollars in total, which is not cheap.

The 1200 dollars given by Robert have not yet been spent, and with his own more than 300 dollars, there is still 530 dollars left on Di'an.

It is worth mentioning that Dean originally thought that after registering the purchase at the gun shop, the FBI would strictly verify the identity of the purchaser and confirm that he had no criminal record before picking up the gun after a period of time.

But the shopkeeper gave him a different answer,

"Do you know how many people in the United States need to buy guns? If the government and the FBI have to check the identity background of every gun buyer, they can basically give up the rest of the work at hand."

It was only then that Dean realized that 1980 was more than ten years away from 96 when Internet office was popularized.

Without the Internet extending in all directions, in this era of slow information circulation, it is not realistic to check the background of all gun buyers.

Anyone who buys a non-automatic firearm now only needs to fill out a form according to the "Gun Control Act" of 1968, and the gun store owner will review and judge whether it is eligible.

The form includes questions like "are you a fugitive", "are you mentally ill".

The buyer is not a fool, and the boss has no willingness and ability to check whether the buyer is honest.

So in this era, people who are of the right age, who want to buy a non-automatic gun to do some bad things, don't be too simple.

……

"Do you need to practice guns?" The shopkeeper put the ammunition and the gun into two black sports bags and zipped them up. "Silent Hunter has a cooperative shooting range combat field, not far from here, and I can give you a discount."

Dean thought for a while and shook his head. He has his own unique way of practicing guns.

"Did you come here by car?" asked the shopkeeper.

"Ah."

"I suggest you lock the gun and put it in the trunk, and put the bullets in the back seat. It is safer to separate the bullets and go on the road. You can reload and test fire when you go home."

Dean nodded and asked calmly, "Do I need to take a gun license to carry a weapon?"

"There are no such broken rules in Nevada," the shopkeeper smiled proudly, "except for a few places such as schools and hospitals, Nevada residents have the right to hold guns in most public places, but I don't recommend you to do so, pull The security management in Las Vegas is very strict, if you are not a special practitioner, if you carry a gun with you, it is likely to be 'civil confiscated' by the cop, and it will be very troublesome to get it back."

What if the pistol is hidden in clothes and handbags? Cop can find out?
Dean picked up the bag and glanced at the clock on the wall.

It's only nine o'clock, and it's been less than an hour since I entered the store.

Take it easy.

Dean greeted the shopkeeper, carried the goods, and walked towards the door of the shop.

Just when three men in black coats entered the door, they walked towards him.

Dean glanced subconsciously across the faces of the three of them.

Three middle-aged white men with weathered faces, about 40 years old.

Strong and solid, with bulging arms and shoulders, full of power, one of them has a left foot with a limp, and he still feels very intimidating.

Their expressions are unusual, the one on the right is dignified and full of vigilance, as if observing the surroundings anytime and anywhere, and the one in the middle has sharp eyes and is full of aggression.

And the one on the far left doesn't know what kind of torture he has experienced, his expression is numb and his eyes are empty.

The three of them didn't pay attention to Dean, a harmless teenager. When they strode past, Dean felt an indescribable pressure.

His chest felt tight, like a wild cat facing a natural enemy, his fur stood on end, his body tensed, and he pulled the zipper of his sports bag.

But I heard a voice asking behind me,

Dean laughed at himself for being nervous, went back to the parking lot, and drove away.

……

Dean drove into the suburbs with the weapon he just bought, a forest on the mountain behind his house.

Make sure no one is around.

I can't wait to take out the pistol, open a box of 45ACP, and load the bullets.

Hold guns in both hands.

Turn off manual safety.

Pull the sleeve to depress the hammer.

The tiger's mouth is tightly pressed to secure the grip.

Wrist control gun.

Summon the shadow to a position ten meters away as a fixed target.

aim.

boom!
There was a short click among the trees.

A shot hit Zhongying's shoulder.

boom! boom! boom!
Dean pulled the trigger continuously.

In just a few seconds, a magazine and seven bullets were poured.

Only two shots missed the target, and most of them hit "Shadow"'s chest and abdomen.

Dean put the gun down, rubbed his wrists, and nodded.

At a distance of ten meters, even a rookie like myself has a good hit rate.

Afterwards, he continued to train, and every time he finished shooting a box, he put down the gun, rested and reflected for 15 seconds.

Then slightly correct the previous shooting posture.

……

The three magazines of the ten-meter target were fired.

Dean rested for half a minute, retracted his shadow, aimed at a big tree 20 meters away as a fixed target, shot with both hands, and shot out three magazines, and the hit rate dropped to only half. When choosing a fixed target 30 meters apart, Dean's The hit rate is less than one-third.

By this time he had consumed more than 60 rounds from nine magazines.

你使用柯尔特m1911a1磨练了射术…熟练度+1，射击lv0(11/100）。

"It took more than 60 bullets to increase my proficiency? How many bullets do I need to feed to upgrade my skills?"

Dean shook his head and decided to take a break,
"Substitution."

Dean dropped the pistol and it hung in the air. An invisible force manipulated it to pull the trigger and shoot it towards a big tree ten meters away.

boom!
The bullet hit the air and missed the target gloriously.

"continue!"

There was a continuous sound of bullets firing in the forest.

"Shadow" fired two magazines, and the results disappointed Dean. Ninety percent of the bullets hit mosquitoes, and only hit the target when they were close to the face.

"Dude, you're worse at shooting than I am."

Dean knocked on the back of "Shadow"'s head, and a dazed and cute expression appeared on that misty face.

"Hey, just be a melee shooter honestly."

Dean picked up the Ar-15 with both hands again.

The shooting skill is activated.

The butt of the gun rests against the hollow of the shoulder, the body is relaxed, and the left hand holds the head of the gun so that the handle of the gun is pressed against the body.

Rotary switch adjusts from "safety" to "semi-automatic".

Aim at the target 20 meters away through the magnification lens.

Bang, bang, bang!

Distant tree trunks exploded into splinters.

Dean fired 20 rounds from a magazine one shot at a time, and the hit rate was about half, but it was very uncomfortable to use.

Dean was also dizzy.

After this burst of shooting, his wrists and shoulders began to feel sore and swollen due to the continuous impact of recoil.

He reckoned that even if he had the talent of an iron man, at present, shooting seven or eight boxes and three hundred rounds intermittently a day should be the limit.

"Forget it, don't be so ambitious at this stage, I will first practice the pistol that is more convenient to carry, and that's it for today."

Dean put away the gun, and looked at the shadow whose body had faded to the point of disappearing.

In the last experiment, he only shot two shots at the shadow, and it was not damaged at all.

But this time "Shadow" struggled to maintain his basic body after carrying dozens of guns abruptly, with a strange sense of weakness.

A mysterious feeling rose in Dean's heart - after this disbandment, Ying's self-cultivation time was at least doubled, and he could only be summoned again after ten hours.

……

"So, Shadow is vulnerable to fire damage, and his resistance to firearms is not unlimited. Dozens of rounds of .45acp can make it retreat."

Dean rubbed his shoulders, thinking happily,

"Fortunately, I discovered it early, otherwise one day I would summon the ghost armor to resist the submachine gun, and I would be shot into a sieve if I didn't pay attention!"

……

(End of this chapter)