Early the next morning, Song Lan came to the weapons store in the city center with a heavy heart.
He has long heard that this store is the largest weapons store in the 17th District. Unlike the black market, it sells legal firearms. It is aimed at the general public in the 17th District.
For ordinary people who cannot afford combat-type prosthetics, having a gun for self-defense can give them a great sense of security.
At least bullets are useful when dealing with gangsters.
When he entered, Lu Xiang was already waiting for him in the most conspicuous place. Today, she did not wear the department uniform. She changed into light casual clothes, wore a white sports cap, and tied her hair into a smart single ponytail. When she saw After Song Lan, she waved to him from a distance.
The business in the weapons store was unexpectedly booming, and there was an endless stream of citizens coming to choose weapons.
"Let's go to the shooting range first."
It was obvious that this was not her first time here, and she was very familiar with the weapons store's facilities.
Before the two of them got close to the shooting range, they could hear gunfire one after another.
Lu Xiang chose an empty seat near the innermost position and handed the pistol on the table to Song Lan, "'Mustang', loaded with 18 rounds, is the most common civilian pistol. It uses 9mm pistol ammunition and has a medium rate of fire. Its advantages are Low recoil.”
The advantage of civilian guns is that they are easy to use, and even novices can produce good results.
The disadvantage is that the firepower is poor. As long as the subcutaneous armor is slightly transplanted, the bullets of the pistol will be difficult to effectively kill.
Lu Xiang considered that it might be because Song Lan was not using the weapons provided by professional mercenaries. These people were all veterans of using guns, and many of them had degenerative modifications on their arms in order to control the recoil. .
But very slowly, Song Lan had to change her mind.
Lu Xiang's movements looked extremely professional, his motives for aiming and shooting were all in one go, and even his movements of changing ammunition looked like a real expert.
Then he delivered an astonishing result of hitting one shot with 36 bullets.
Now you finally realize that the reason why Devourer reported me was related to the recoil. It was not simply because that guy was too powerful.
"How did he only hit one shot and still look like he had completed the mission honorably?"
Even outside the category of special citizens, his marksmanship is very poor.
Lu Xiang put the pistol on, crossed his hands across his chest, looked at the shooting range and said, "At most, you emptied the magazine."
For a newbie who has touched a gun for the seventh time, I don’t think that is a wrong achievement.
I even got a shot.
As the saying goes, human physiques can be generalized. In 2020, guns are completely banned outside our country. I have seen guns from young to old, and almost all people in 2166 grew up amidst the sound of gunfire. Gang fights have long been a part of our lives.
So for a young man from 2020, I think emptying the magazine is considered a success.
"That's what he calls a waste of ammunition."
"But the target is moving."
Lu Xiang stretched out his hand and pointed at the dangling target.
As a target, he actually stood there while others were shooting. That was a lot less despicable.
Song Lan held his forehead, and you signaled to pick up the gun again. He came to me, stood up on tiptoes, put his chin under Lu Xiang's shoulder, wrapped his hands around Lu Xiang's wrist, and lifted the gun in my hand. Arrived at the standard location.
Lu Xiang felt nothing soft pressing against my back.
"Remember that feeling."
As soon as Deng Yao opened her mouth, a burst of cold air blew past my earlobes, and the fresh smell of mint penetrated my nose.
"Bang bang bang——"
18/18.
While emptying the magazine, the hit data was displayed on the electronic screen.
Song Lan thought that he actually needed to guide the other person in that fool-like way, and you vaguely realized that that person had no talent at all in the shooting field.
"Remember?"
"remember."
"What does it feel like?"
"soft."
…
soft?
Song Lan frowned in confusion, and then you suddenly thought of something, your cheeks turned red, and you glared at Lu Xiang with a shy and annoyed look, then raised your head and bit my earlobe.
Let him practice his shooting!
"You guys can practice shooting well!"
The practitioners around were complaining. They were practicing well with the gun, but suddenly they felt like they had been kicked. We really understood why we still encountered such a scene in a solemn place like a shooting range.
Is there any pure land in the universe?
"Supervisor, what do you think?"
Lu Xiang touched the bitten earlobe, which was not hurting, and said, "What's the point of shooting? Actual combat is the most important. He may believe it when he says that you are actually a combat player."
"Practice player?"
Song Lanre snorted, "That's just right. The next door is not a virtual shooting range. That's why you asked him to come over there."
You are indeed a supporter of pragmatism, but now you feel that Deng Yao is just being tough.
Judging from your experience of often coming to the shooting range to practice shooting, these people who are terrible at shooting often hate using "you are a practical person" to save their respect.
That's why the weapons store opened a virtual shooting range based on the weak suggestions of citizens.
"The virtual shooting range uses holographic technology. Everything he feels outside can be simulated to 100% real feelings, allowing him to experience the feel and recoil of a small number of firearms. Outside the virtual shooting range, participants will They were divided into two mutually hostile brigades and thrown into various virtual environments to retreat and fight."
Since there is no limit to the number of places in the virtual shooting range, the unspoken rule for participants is that the losing side will make a collective substitution.
Considering the experience of Lu Xiang’s teammates, Song Lan could only form a team with me.
There are only eight people outside a team, and everyone hopes that a bastard will come out of their team.
"But after participating, I will be asked to comply with Chapter 8 of the Law. It is a shooting practice and it is prohibited to use any shooting-related abilities."
"It's absolutely necessary to deal with us."
The virtual shooting range is right next door. There are nearly twice as many people waiting outside than at the shooting range. The young people gathered outside are all young adults, and there are also a lot of gang members and street gangsters.
The holographic projection was playing her confrontation in the virtual exercise, and the onlookers were furious. Seeing the first member of the challenger side being tricked and killed by the opponent, many people cursed loudly.
It was SNSD, and the glorious record of eight consecutive victories was displayed on the projection.
"Oh? I thought it would come at the right time."
Song Lan looked at the challenger who was dejectedly taking off his equipment, and raised his eyebrows, "There is no one who dominates the game so early, are we ready to play for another day?"
"Bayang?"
"It's not like a group of veterans form a team. According to the rules of the virtual shooting range, the losing side is replaced. As long as we keep winning, we can dominate the field for a long time."
Citizens often dare to express their anger and speak out against those who dominate.
A small number of people who come to the virtual shooting range are novices who come to try out guns. When faced with those players who have received professional training, they are often beaten to shame.
In addition, those young people who hate shooting ranges are street gangsters or even gang members, so the citizens have nothing to do with us, whether in the virtual world or in reality.
"What if you want to challenge us?"
Song Lan winked at Lu Xiang, "Beginners may have a bad experience against us."
(End of chapter)
