Can you be called a rich man if you don’t indulge yourself?

Chapter 130: Missing the target? It’s just a fear of insufficient firepower
Before he even reached the shooting range, Gu Heng heard a series of gunshots that sounded like firecrackers. He couldn't help but turn around and ask Wu Yifeng, "Didn't you say that it would be difficult to make an appointment at the gun club? Why do I feel like there are so many people here?"

Wu Yifeng didn't know how to respond, so he could only shrug and say, "This is my second time here. Last time I came, there were only a few people in the afternoon. Who knows if they've changed the rules for the gun club?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, the man in casual clothes smiled and said, "Our gun club is a non-profit model. The shooting range is only open to the public 3-7 days a month, and the rest of the time is for professional shooting sports teams to train.

Even on open days, we only receive a maximum of 20 customers.

As for the gunshot just now, it should not have come from our shooting range, but from the shooting range next door."

"There's a shooting range next door?"

The casual-dressed man nodded proudly upon hearing this: “There are several shooting ranges throughout the Bila Mountain Road, and ours is the only privately owned range. The other ranges are for police and military use.

The shooting range next door is the training range of the Hong Kong Island Police Department.”

Gu Heng also nodded.

No wonder this guy has such a proud look on his face.
Being next to military and police shooting ranges is enough to prove their background in the gun club.
But this is only in Hong Kong Island.
If it were in the mainland, ordinary people wouldn't even be able to get close to such a sensitive location, let alone open a private shooting range.

A few people chatted and came to the shooting range.
"Mr. Wu, which target do you want to shoot?"

The shooting coach chosen by Wu Yifeng cast a seductive glance at him and asked in a delicate voice.

Although she was wearing a cool tactical vest, her tone was as pretentious and slurred as the young model who had a close conversation with Gu Heng a few days ago.
Listening to her voice, Gu Heng shook his head in his heart.
I guessed right.
These sexy shooting coaches may have some professional knowledge, but definitely not much.
It's nothing more than a fake to satisfy the special hobbies of rich second-generations like Wu Yifeng.
Wu Yifeng listened to the voice, with an excited smile on his face, and immediately hugged the shooting coach's exposed waist. He didn't care about the looks of Gu Heng and others, and directly rubbed his flat belly.
Amid the giggles of the female shooting coach, Wu Yifeng's voice rang out: "You are the coach, I will shoot at whatever target you tell me to shoot~"

"Then Mr. Wu, let's go directly to the 200-meter target. There are fewer people there, and I can also explain shooting knowledge to you in person."

"it is good!"

Wu Yifeng understood the female shooting coach's hint, and nodded with a grin, then said to Gu Heng: "Gu Heng, you play first, I'm going to practice shooting first."

"take care."

Gu Heng didn't say much, just smiled and teased.

Shooting practice has only one meaning in the eyes of serious people, but is Wu Yifeng a serious person?

Obviously not.
Only Wu Yifeng himself knows whether he wants to practice shooting with a real gun or the gun he has.
Apparently, Wu Yifeng heard Gu Heng's hint. He smiled ambiguously and hugged the female shooting coach and walked towards the 200-meter target farther away.
"Mr. Gu, I just learned that this is your first time shooting. I think you can start by shooting at a 20-meter basic target with a pistol to get used to it.

The recoil of a pistol is smaller, so it’s quicker to get used to it.”

Zheng Yong, the shooting coach selected by Gu Heng, introduced him to Gu Heng with a serious face.
Gu Heng nodded when he heard this. Regardless of whether Zheng Yongzhuan was professional or not, at least he did consider his own shooting experience.

"You are the coach, I will follow your instructions."

Seeing that Gu Heng was able to listen to the advice, Zheng Yong finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Besides, he also met many rich second-generations who came to play here, and they all had one characteristic.
That is not listening to advice
I taught him professional postures but he didn't use them and just kept shooting randomly.
As a result, I got tired after just a few shots.

This is still good, there are occasionally those who have their muscles torn by high-recoil rifles such as AK-47.
At that time, they will not think it is their own problem, but will think that their coach is unprofessional, and then a complaint can easily deduct their coaching fees, and they will still be the unlucky ones.
The more he thinks about the time when he was an instructor before retiring.
When instructing new soldiers on shooting, scolding is good.
If you really meet an idiot, you can even beat him with your hands.
But now?

Not to mention scolding, he didn't even dare to speak harshly.
If he hadn't earned a salary of more than 100,000 yuan this month, he would have left long ago.
Compared to the money-first rule in society, Zheng Yong felt that the army he had served in was simply heaven.
Gu Heng didn't know what Zheng Yong was thinking, so he walked straight to the target.
Zheng Yong also took a pistol from the staff beside him and carefully placed it in Gu Heng's hand.
“This SIG Sauer P226 is the first pistol you just saw. The standard weight of an empty gun is 865 grams. Even if it is filled with 15 rounds of bullets, the weight will not exceed 1 kilogram. It is very light.

There is no need to worry about recoil. The selling point of this P226 is its low recoil and high precision. Every normal adult can operate it. "

Gu Heng took the gun and touched the metal body of the gun. It felt good and heavy.
To be precise, this is not the first time Gu Heng has touched a real gun.
When he was young, Gu Heng had touched the shotgun loaded with iron marbles used by the old men in the village.
At that time, he was extremely excited and showed off everywhere.

As a result, the old man was taken away the next day and sentenced to two years
Now that he had this legal opportunity to touch a gun, Gu Heng became even more excited and couldn't help but keep fiddling with it.
Zheng Yong stood by and watched with his eyelids twitching. He could not help but reach out and grab the barrel of the gun.
Gu Heng: “?”

Seeing Gu Heng's puzzled look, Zheng Yong's expression became more serious.

"Mr. Gu, I won't teach you how to use this gun yet, but I want to tell you that any gun that has been loaded with bullets must not be pointed at people. This gun has not been unsealed yet. If I had unsealed the safety for you just now, if it went off accidentally, the consequences would be disastrous.
Although this is a low-powered pistol, an accidental discharge at such a close distance would be very serious even if it didn't hit a vital part!"

Gu Heng listened to his serious expression, and then looked at the black muzzle of the gun pointed at his chest, and cold sweat immediately flowed down his forehead.
I was indeed a little carried away.
This kind of powerful weapon, I treated it as a child's toy gun.
Thinking of this, Gu Heng apologized to Zheng Yong: "Sorry, Coach Zheng, this is my first time touching a gun, and I'm a little excited."

Zheng Yong looked at Gu Heng who apologized proactively in surprise, and he couldn't believe it.
In the past, customers usually pretended not to care when their interest was disturbed, but later complained to me when evaluating the service.
If it was an ordinary coach, he would have learned his lesson long ago.
But out of the instinct of a professional shooting instructor, Zheng Yong still takes it very seriously every time.
He didn't know whether Gu Heng was just being nice or really admitting his mistake, so he could only helplessly say, "It's okay, Mr. Gu, do you want to try shooting? I'll help you correct your shooting posture first."

Seeing Gu Heng holding the gun with both hands, his chest leaning forward, and his feet one in front of the other to stabilize his body, Zheng Yong opened the safety for Gu Heng, then fixed the gun with his gloved hands and said, "This kind of pistol doesn't require much skill. You can try firing a few shots first to get familiar with the feeling."

Gu Heng, who had already been unable to contain himself, pulled the trigger immediately upon hearing this.
"Oh!"

"Oh!"

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Gunshots rang out one after another.
Gu Heng could not feel the bullets being fired. He only felt that the gun would vibrate every time he pulled the trigger, and then his palm would feel slightly numb. The muzzle would also rise a few centimeters after each shot.
However, because Zheng Yong was helping him to fix the gun, the muzzle was always kept at a level parallel to his arm.
All fifteen bullets were fired in just over ten seconds.
Gu Heng, who was still not satisfied, kept pulling the trigger, but apart from the clicking sound of the trigger, no more bullets poured out.
"Okay Mr. Gu, the bullets are all gone."

Zheng Yong took the pistol from Gu Heng's hand and reminded Gu Heng in a flat voice.

"Coach Zheng, how was my performance?"

Gu Heng asked Zheng Yong with some excitement.

Zheng Yong looked at the target 20 meters away, and suppressed his inner discomfort and flattered: "Half of the 15 shots hit the target, which is a very good result. If you could adjust before each shot, every shot should have hit the target."

The recoil of the P226 is minimal, and he can balance the muzzle for Gu Heng. If he still can't hit the target at a distance of 20 meters, then there may be something wrong with his eyes.
In general, Gu Heng's shooting level this time is in the lower ranks.
A person who is truly gifted in shooting will not miss the target even if it is his first time shooting at a distance of 20 meters.
But human beings.

Always hypocritical.

In order to make a living, Zheng Yong could only lie and say that Gu Heng's grades were good.
But Gu Heng didn't know that Zheng Yong was just trying to flatter him. He really thought that his grades were very good, and the smile on his face never disappeared. He said to the staff behind him: "Reload! Reload, I'll try again!"

15 bullets, based on the previous price, would cost close to HK$800.

For an ordinary family, this amount would be enough to support a family of three for ten days, but Gu Heng used up all of it in just a dozen seconds.
Upon hearing this, the staff immediately handed a loaded pistol to Zheng Yong.
Shooting range regulations require that firearms must be handed over to customers by a shooting instructor.

Zheng Yong did not mind the trouble. After introducing the performance of this pistol to Gu Heng, he repeated the action from last time.
Gu Heng has become addicted to it at this moment.
Bullets are pouring out like they're free
In less than half an hour, the ground was covered with bullet shells.
The target at 20 meters was already riddled with bullet holes after being hit by 500 bullets.
Gu Heng looked at the target full of holes, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.
"Mr. Gu, the 500 rounds of 9mm bullets you purchased have been used up. Do you need more?"

Gu Heng was slightly stunned when he heard the report from the staff behind him.
"500 rounds of ammunition were used up so quickly?"

The staff nodded and explained, "You fired a total of 26 rounds just now, and the number of bullets reloaded each time was 15 to 20. The last shot just now only had 12 bullets, and it was not reloaded because the number of bullets was insufficient."

Gu Heng listened to the staff's explanation and said nothing.
He believed that the shooting range would not play tricks on him with a few bullets.
In other words, in less than half an hour, he had spent nearly 3 Hong Kong dollars?
But money is the least important thing to him after all. Gu Heng returned the gun with no bullets in his hand to the staff reluctantly, and said to Xu Ying and Zheng Jiayi who had been following him casually: "Isn't it said that shooting is tiring?
Why didn’t I feel it?”

He also did a chest expansion exercise.
Apart from a little numbness at the base of his thumb, he really didn't feel that tired.
Listening to Gu Heng's words, Zheng Yong felt his hands trembling slightly, and his expressionless face couldn't help but twitch slightly.
Every time Gu Heng shot, he controlled the horizontal line steadily for him.
It is no exaggeration to say that he took on most of the gun's recoil, and he was like a human gun rack.
All Gu Heng has to do is keep pulling the trigger. How tiring can it be?

"Does Mr. Gu need more 9mm bullets?"

Gu Heng hesitated for two seconds, shook his head and said, "Forget it, I've had enough of the pistol, let's try the rifle."

After that, he turned to Zheng Yong and said, "Coach Zheng, where is the rifle target?"

"Here."

Zheng Yong didn't say much, and took Gu Heng to the rifle target position.
Compared to the deserted basic pistol shooting range, there are many more people at the rifle shooting range.
It is clear.
Those who come to the Bila Mountain Shooting Range are here to experience rifles. Gu Heng also saw two acquaintances, the red-haired and yellow-haired people that Wu Yifeng introduced to him that day.

But Gu Heng just nodded to them and did not go up to greet them. He went straight to the target position assigned to him by Zheng Yong.

"Mr. Gu, this is the 120-meter rifle target. It's also the closest target among the rifle targets. It's more suitable for a novice like you."

Gu Heng did not intend to be looked down upon. He was a shooting novice to begin with, so there was no need for him to brag.

Although you can purchase shooting skills through the system, it is not necessary.

I enjoy this experience more
What’s the point of hitting the target every time and then shocking others?
If you want to show off, there are countless ways to do it. There is no need to do it at the cost of destroying your own experience.

Two minutes later, Zheng Yong came to Gu Heng with a beautifully designed rifle.

When Gu Heng saw this rifle, his eyes lit up: "I know this M416, right?"

Zheng Yong shook his head when he heard this.

“You are not the first person to misidentify this rifle. Some people have called it M416 before, but this was misled by the game.

In reality, there is no such rifle as the M416. This rifle is the HK416 automatic rifle, which is a combination of the M4A1 and G36 assault rifles. Like the AK-47, it is a world-class assault rifle.

When Gu Heng heard Zheng Yong giving him scientific knowledge, he just listened to a few words.

Whether it is called M416 or HK416 has nothing to do with me, I just want to shoot it hard!

"There is a big difference between rifle shooting and pistol shooting. Even a rifle with the smallest recoil has more recoil than a pistol. Mr. Gu must be careful and not shoot the same way as before with the pistol."

Gu Heng nodded perfunctorily.

Zheng Yong also knew that Gu Heng didn't listen, so he could only helplessly let the staff reload the bullets.
Zheng Yong solemnly handed the loaded HK416 to Gu Heng.
After explaining some basic shooting knowledge, he reached out to help Gu Heng fix the gun body, just like before.

"Oh!"

When the gun was fired, the muzzle was clearly raised half a centimeter.
But he was soon suppressed by Zheng Yong.
Gu Heng: “???”

"Why did you only fire one shot?"

Zheng Yong was slightly startled when he heard Gu Heng's question, and then explained: "I gave you a single-shot insurance. After you get used to it, I will give you a full-automatic one."

Gu Heng frowned, said nothing more, and then fired bullets one after another.
Soon all 30 bullets were fired.
Since Zheng Yong had been holding the gun for him, and the recoil of the single-point rifle was not much greater than that of a pistol, Gu Heng did not experience the difference between a rifle and a pistol except for the different postures of holding the gun.
The rifle target distance is 120 meters.
"Did you hit the target?"

It was difficult to determine with the naked eye whether the target had been hit. The observer nearby took a look through a telescope and said, "No, all 30 shots missed the target."

Gu Heng: “???”

30 shots.

Missed a single shot?
Is there such a big difference from switching from a pistol to a rifle?

You could hit the target before, but now you miss one out of 30 shots?

Zheng Yong also explained to Gu Heng: "Although the rifle is more accurate than the pistol, 120 meters is still a bit far. This is your first time shooting with a rifle, so it's normal that you can't hit the target."

Gu Heng just frowned and handed the gun to the staff, and the staff also gave another rifle to Zheng Yong.

"Please help me turn on the fully automatic safety of this gun. The single-shot experience is too bad."

Zheng Yong wanted to persuade him again, but when he saw Gu Heng's frowning expression, he said nothing.
After reintroducing the gun to Gu Heng, he also opened the fully automatic safety, held down the gun with one hand, and supported his back with the other.
"bang bang bang"

This time, Gu Heng held down the trigger and bullets flew out from the muzzle.
Even if the firing rate is adjusted, it only takes a few seconds to fire all 30 rounds.
This time, Gu Heng finally felt the charm of the fully automatic rifle
This throbbing pleasure is really too strong.
But there is still some recoil.
Even though he was supported by Zheng Yong, Gu Heng retreated two steps, and his hand holding the gun felt slightly numb.
Even though I have put on special earplugs, I still feel a little uncomfortable.

After taking off the earplugs, Gu Heng did not see Zheng Yong's trembling left hand, and asked the observer: "Did you hit the target this time?"

"No."

The observer shook his head regretfully.
Gu Heng's stubbornness also rose up. He turned to the staff member who was helping him reload the gun and said, "Please arrange two more reloaders for me. When I run out of bullets, change my gun immediately!"

Zheng Yong wanted to tell Gu Heng that he couldn't bear it if he continued like this, but seeing Gu Heng's excited expression, he subconsciously closed his mouth.
People spent hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars on target shooting.
The privileges are still there.
Again.
Shouldn't my hourly wage of HK$6000 be reflected at this time?

The staff who was helping Gu Heng to load the bullets arrived quickly, and looking at the two boxes of 5.56mm and 7.62mm bullets beside them, they began to load the bullets quickly.
There are more than ten models of fully automatic rifles here.
3000 rounds of ammunition, on average each gun only needs to fire more than 200 rounds, barely within the load.
Looking at the rifle that Zheng Yong handed over, Gu Heng positioned himself according to the position he had just taught him and began to shoot crazily.
A magazine of bullets can be fired in 5 seconds at most
I don't know how many shots were fired.
Gu Heng's shoulders and arms became more and more sore, and his ears also began to feel noticeable discomfort.
The other people who were also shooting subconsciously stopped what they were doing and all looked towards Gu Heng.
This high-intensity shooting
Don't talk about ordinary people
Even those who have been professionally trained can't handle it.
Ten minutes later, Gu Heng held out an automatic rifle with a hot barrel. After the gun was taken away by the staff, Zheng Yong did not give him the loaded gun as he did before. This made Gu Heng couldn't help asking, "What? Have you used up all 3000 rounds of ammunition?"

"No."

"Why don't you give me a gun?"

As he was speaking, Gu Heng saw that Zheng Yong, a 1.9-meter-tall iron tower man, had a red face, with beads of sweat dripping down his temples.
The left hand that had been holding the gun for Gu Heng was shaking like Parkinson's disease, and the leather gloves on his hand were deformed by the high temperature of the gun barrel.

Seeing this scene, Gu Heng was stunned.
The staff member at the side should also know Zheng Yong, and couldn't help but say: "Mr. Gu, why don't you take a break? When you fired the gun, it was Coach Zheng who helped you share the recoil of the gun. Because the force applied in a non-standard way when holding the gun barrel is much greater than the normal recoil, he must be a little overwhelmed."

No wonder people say online that people can't stand firing a few hundred rounds of bullets. I fired nearly a thousand rounds myself. Although my arms and shoulders are a little sore, it's not as serious as described online.
Gu Heng realized at this moment that the reason he could shoot so well was not because of his talent, but because Zheng Yong had been helping him share the pressure.
When he thought of this, Gu Heng felt a little embarrassed.
This crazy shooting feeling is really good, but Zheng Yong has to bear the consequences.
"Okay, let's take a break first."

Seeing Zheng Yong's grateful eyes, Gu Heng felt even more embarrassed.
6000 yuan an hour, almost cost him half his life
Gu Heng quickly asked Xu Ying, "Do you have any cash on you?"

Xu Ying reacted immediately and knew what Gu Heng was going to do, so she took out all the spare cash of tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars she had on her.

Gu Heng didn't even count the money and directly handed it to Zheng Yong.
In the face of Zheng Yong's puzzled look, he smiled and said, "Isn't it a custom to tip in Hong Kong? This is a tip for you."

Zheng Yong has lived in Hong Kong Island for so long that he can tell at a glance that there are probably about 5 Hong Kong dollars in this stack of Hong Kong dollars.
This is equivalent to half a month's income.
I have been working as a shooting instructor at a shooting range for a few months and have received many complaints, but this is the first time I have received a tip.
And I collect so much at once
Zheng Yong wanted to say that he would not accept the reward without merit, but facing the orange and yellow thousand-dollar Hong Kong dollars, he still accepted the money under the eyes of the staff around him, and then said with gratitude: "Thank you, Mr. Gu, I just need to rest for 20 minutes, you can continue to experience shooting after 20 minutes."

Gu Heng waved his hand: "You should take a rest first."

Although he enjoyed the crazy pleasure, the excitement was slightly reduced when he thought that this pleasure was based on Zheng Yong's pain.
It's not hypocritical either.
It's just the common conscience.
Shaking his still sore arm, Gu Heng asked the observer, "Please help me check if I've hit the target."

The observer quickly put on his binoculars and observed the target. He said excitedly, "There are four bullet holes on the target."

These four bullet holes.
Not easy
Gu Heng couldn't help laughing when he heard the observer's voice.

Can't get on target?

It's just a fear of insufficient firepower!
As long as the firepower is sufficient, how is it possible not to hit the target?
Gu Heng suddenly remembered a set of data he had seen before, which said that in a real war, it takes tens of thousands of bullets to kill one person.
Gu Heng didn't quite believe it before.
Until today, when more than a thousand rounds of bullets were fired, Gu Heng finally believed it.
　Let me explain about the shooting controversy. I spent more than an hour looking up information before writing. Although I cannot guarantee that all of it is tested, in most cases, there is no problem.

　　I have also experienced it in a shooting range, so I know what the specific situation is.

　　It also explains why the protagonist can perform beyond the level of ordinary people, because there is a 1.9-meter-tall big man who assists him throughout the whole process without caring about his life.

　　I try not to touch things beyond my knowledge, and I try not to make mistakes within my knowledge.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)