The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 111 Warehouse
Otherwise, compared to McCall, he wouldn't have said that he came from a self-taught background.

This is not a joke; he really did come from an unorthodox background.

However, this time we still chose to use the target track because we were testing precision shooting.

“Let’s go to the shooting range,” Eric said.

"Get me a whole bucket of pistols."

“OK!” Giles nodded, then checked the computer next to him to see which cabin was empty.

"Number three."

Eric nodded and walked down the path to the right. What was good about this club was that it was quite secluded, like a hotel, dividing the large area of ​​land into small spaces.

And in this small space, you are all alone.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The third compartment was lined with bulletproof rubber walls, and in front of it was a straight and wide target range.

Next to it is an electronic target machine with adjustable difficulty, ranging from a fixed circular target to an ISPC humanoid target, and even a dynamic scenario mode of "bank robber".

Eric nodded to the staff member, watched them leave, and then looked at the pistol on the table.

Just like when I took rookie Annie to the police station's underground shooting range, the handguns on the table were all different models and brands. A dazzling array.

Eric glanced at them, reached out and grabbed one of them; due to his profession, his first choice was the Glock 17.

I checked it out of habit.

The fixed chest ring target was set up at a distance of fifty meters, which is the standard distance for international air pistols and rifles, appearing as a tiny dot to the human eye.

This is also the effective range limit of the Glock 17, fifty meters.

If you let the rookie Annie from that time try, the result would be that she would miss the target completely.

Eric put on his earmuffs, gripped the traditional Weaver grip, squinted slightly, and began to fire with precision.

Bang bang bang!

Gunshots rang out one after another.

The seventeen shots were quickly completed.

Eric holstered his gun and began to review his experience. Overall, his aiming was no longer simply using his eyes, but a combination of his brain, instinct, and eyes.

“It’s as if the target ring has already been generated in my mind, and I just need to shoot according to my thoughts.” Eric raised an eyebrow, feeling a little strange, and began to check the results.

If he were at his previous proficiency level, his record with a Glock 17 shooting at a 50-meter target would be: ten shots to the bullseye, five shots to the bullseye, and two shots to the bullseye.

Thinking about his past achievements, Eric smiled slightly when he saw the result.

Now that Precision Shooting has reached level 5 (Specialization), the outcome has changed.

"All seventeen shots hit the bullseye, and the impact points were concentrated within a 5-millimeter diameter area, which is about the size of a coin."

Eric let out a soft breath; even he found the data to be outrageous.

Keep in mind that he was using a Glock 17, which has many advantages, but the trigger feel is terrible and its accuracy is not as good as other high-precision pistols.

"Not bad!"

Eric nodded in satisfaction and continued the test.

The result was a dramatic change not only in precision shooting, but also in rapid-fire.

He reloaded and re-aimed, firing 17 shots in 2 seconds, hitting all 10 rings on the 25-meter standard target.

These numbers are equally outrageous. As far as Eric knows, most top IPSC pros take close to three seconds to fire seventeen bullets, and their accuracy is also inferior to his.

"Not bad!"

Eric glanced at the untested pistols, thought for a moment, and then tested them all. The results showed that the data for each gun was roughly the same, meaning he could now ignore the fatal flaws of most pistols and carry out his plan.

It truly hits the target precisely.

That means any handgun in his hands will become a highly accurate handgun.

After completing one round, Eric walked out of the 'Free Shooter' elite shooting club with a satisfied expression.

"Let's go, Giles."

Goodbye, Eric.

"Goodbye," Eric replied simply, walking out of the hall and glancing back at the club. He probably wouldn't need to do much more practice anymore.

Because if he wants to go further, it's obvious that he needs to add points to Deep Blue, which means improving his inherent talent in order to break through.

The remaining practice focused more on other skills, such as driving, combat, manufacturing, firearms handling, interrogation, and many others.

But Eric subconsciously thought of McCall, as this was the first time he had met someone who resembled a movie spy, and he always habitually made comparisons.

"Should I also learn some knowledge related to architectural design?"

Eric opened the driver's door, got in, and muttered to himself.

In his personal opinion, someone like McCall must have a deep understanding of architectural design, and may even be an expert himself, which is why he could infiltrate the destination and complete the mission with just a building design drawing.

"I'm a little envious?" Eric thought to himself, his mind filled with the scene of McCall walking out so easily.

If it were him, he would most likely continue killing any enemies who saw him, and then escape by climbing down from the outside, such as from a rooftop or window.

Or they could fight their way through, carving a bloody path, and slip away in the chaos.

Damn it, his self-taught background is so crude compared to others.

Eric made up his mind to learn the relevant assistive skills and started the new car to drive home.

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The garage door was humming as it descended.

Eric got out of the car, glanced habitually at the closing curtain door, and only walked towards the rear exit with all his belongings after it was completely shut.

I have returned home.

Eric did nothing but went straight to the storage room, walked to the corner against the wall, stomped hard on one of the floor tiles to create a small crack, then bent down, grabbed the edge of the floor, and pulled it up.

After seeing Tifa off, he didn't just sit idly by and do nothing.

Instead, they built a basement directly in their home.

It's now mostly complete, just needing some polishing.

His idea is simple.

Besides fulfilling my idea of ​​having my own private gun arsenal, I also need to improve my modification skills.

Buy some modified lathes, then polish and modify bullets, and make some modifications to some mainstream pistols on the market, such as adding new tail fins, enlarging magazines, adjusting trigger mechanisms, polishing slides, modifying rifling, and other routine modification operations.

In this way, when he wants to do something in private, he doesn't need to think about covering up all the traces of using firearms.

After all, in the United States, guns purchased through legal channels require registration of identity and uploading of information.

These guns will all be coded and recorded.

Furthermore, the marks left by the bullet on the barrel when a gun is fired are unique, allowing for comparison to determine which gun fired the shot.
This is also one of the ways police investigate a shooting case by using ballistics and bullets to trace the source of the criminal, and it can also be used as evidence in court.

So if a person wants to accomplish great things without worrying about the police tracing their origins through this, then they need a firearm whose origins are completely untraceable.

(End of this chapter)