boom!!

"...!" A huge force exploded, and Lei Yue felt his two arms being violently impacted, and it felt like the rotten flesh was torn open.

His whole body was driven by the recoil, and the pistol almost bounced back and hit him in the face. He staggered back a step and quickly suppressed the pistol.

At the same time, the dragonfly that was targeted in the sky flashed past and continued to buzz.

Moreover, the bullet was fired at a high altitude, so it didn't hit anything except frightening the birds in the woods.

"Huh!" Lei Yue let out a breath, his heart beating very fast, and said to the crow's heart on his shoulder: "Friend, this pistol is really difficult to shoot."

Such an ordinary .45 pistol has such great recoil.

I really don’t know when I will be able to control the secret in my pocket, and I definitely won’t be able to do so for the time being.

Perhaps when the resonance becomes a foreign body, the physical strength can be improved...

"Continue." Mohawk seemed to have become the flower girl who oversaw the work, "There are many bullets, the only question is how much physical strength you have."

"Yeah." Lei Yue continued to aim at the target flying above, pressing the trigger again and again at a uniform speed:

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Gunfire flew and the sound was deafening.

His arm was constantly being pulled with explosive force, all the muscles in his body were tense, and his fingers were aching.

However, it was clearly aimed at, but missed again and again.

Either playing high or low, the dragonfly machine was dodging here and there, as if dancing triumphantly and provoking him.

However, he was also familiarizing himself with the feel of the hand, summarizing the techniques, and observing the rhythm of the dragonfly machine's movements.

The key is to hold down the gun and maintain stability the moment the bullet exits the muzzle...

"It's not that fast." Mohawk crossed his arms across his chest, not surprised at all, "Before the night falls in Dongzhou, it's good if you can get one shot."

"Leizi, how about we stop practicing pistols and focus on shotguns?" Laki said, "There's no shame in using shotguns. Look at Shotgun Man, he was once the most popular one."

"No, I like pistols."

Lei Yue murmured that not only did he like it, but he was the only one who knew why he must practice pistols well.

Ever since I picked up that pistol in the garbage dump on that rainy night, it was for this moment of gun practice and for the moment of real shooting in the future.

For some reason, he seemed to see the shotgun man's face flashing before his eyes, and seemed to hear a voice saying:

"Shine, shine. It's your turn, not those messy little bastards."

He turned his head suddenly and saw the bloody weird man standing next to a big tree not far away, seeming to be looking this way.

"..." Lei Yue quickly withdrew his gaze, but the words lingered in his heart for a long time.

Shining? I am an actor, and shining will be because of my performance.

So, even if you shoot, use the actor's method.

Lei Yue closed his eyes slightly, imagining that he was playing a sharpshooter, the "Scarface" he often played recently.

He gradually entered the role, opened his eyes, and smiled. Life and death were just an indulgent game.

"Dragonfly machine, right? Come and say hello to my little friend!"

Lei Yue said with a smile, raised the gun with both hands again, took aim, kept his foot steady, pressed his hand, squeezed the trigger, and sparks suddenly sprayed out from the muzzle——

boom!!!

Boom boom boom boom, and immediately, a strange sound came from the sky.

Suddenly it seemed like it was raining, and large pieces of fine flesh and blood splashed down from the sky and fell to the ground.

Mohawk stopped just as he was about to turn around, and some fallen flesh and blood stuck to Guo Zi's face. His brows were furrowed and he turned to look.

"Holy shit!" Lackey was already exclaiming, his greasy face full of disbelief, "Hit?"

They saw that a Dragonfly aircraft above was hit in the middle, hitting the compound eye, penetrating from the eye to the tail, and almost exploded at once.

At this time, the dragonfly machine was teetering on the verge of collapse, and its compound eyes flashed with malfunctioning electric light, exposing the precise wires and gear parts inside.

Suddenly, like a dying man who finally couldn't hold on anymore, it fell straight down and hit the ground in the tree, sizzling continuously.

"..." Mohawk was still frowning, as if he couldn't react for a while.

The first time I fired a gun, I only practiced a dozen or so shots, and I hit... a dragonfly machine?

Is this kid lucky or gifted?

"Leizi, you killed tens of thousands of yuan with this shot!" Lackey shouted loudly, as if he was accusing him, but he immediately burst into laughter:

"But, good shot! With this shot, millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions are waving at us. Don't let Sister Hua know, or she will die laughing.

"Old Mo, what should I say now? Does this kid have any talent?"

When Lei Yue heard Lucky's shouting, he gradually retreated from his role, his heart pounding and his ears buzzing.

Hit? He himself was surprised.

And I also understand that this does not mean that I am already a sharpshooter, it only means that I have some talent and can choose a weapon like a pistol.

"This shot may have some luck involved." Lei Yue thought about this and said with a smile.

"Don't forget Versailles." Lackey waved his hand and laughed heartily: "Luck has never had anything to do with us, it's all about strength."

"Continue!" Mohawk didn't make any comments, he just said strictly:

"It's both luck and strength. You still have to learn how to hold a gun with both hands, hold a gun with one hand, and shoot while driving."

As soon as Mohawk finished speaking, he turned around and pulled out a black and red heavily equipped motorcycle from the compartment of the pickup truck.

Lei Yue looked over, his eyes brightening.

The shape of the motorcycle is like a Harley motorcycle, with a long body, thick exhaust pipes, and bright silver pipes. It is a combination of violence and speed, and it is very handsome.

He suddenly felt a sense of joy in his heart. If he were to drive such a motorcycle in the x area...

He really wanted to act in a play like that.

"This car is called 'Black Bull'. I have driven it before. I don't drive a motorcycle anymore. You can drive it."

Mohawk patted the black leather seat of the motorcycle, and when he looked at the car, there seemed to be a touch of tenderness in his weathered eyes.

If we hadn't seen the possibility that this boy had such talent and was so famous throughout the city...

"Treat it well. It doesn't mean it can't be crashed, but it must be crashed in a cool way," Mohawk said.

"Tch, it's not a floating chariot that can fly." Lackey joked in a disappointed tone, "It's just so-so."

"Laji..." Mohawk lowered his voice, "Are you really looking for death?"

Lei Yue looked at the motorcycle named "Black Bull", thought about something, nodded heavily, and promised:

"Okay, I will, fight with it to the end."

"Leizi, don't agree yet, can you drive a motorcycle?" Lackey asked.

"...No." Lei Yue shrugged, "But I can learn."

Mohawk looked at him and made eye contact, but a smile appeared on the Chinese character's face, "I will teach you today, let's continue practicing the gun first! Shoot with one hand instead.

"When shooting with one hand, you should put the gunner's foot in front, lean your body's center of gravity slightly forward, and keep your back foot stable. Try it."

Mohawk took some .45 bullets and walked back while teaching.

"Okay!" Lei Yue put away his distracting thoughts, took the bullet from Lao Mo, added ammunition to the magazine, raised the gun with his right hand, and aimed at another Dragonfly.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

When he fired the first shot, he had already felt that shooting with one hand was completely different, the recoil was greater, and his arm was almost thrown away.

However, with each additional shot, he became more familiar with it and gained better control.

He seemed to feel a little closer to the pistol hidden in his waist bag.
Chapter completed!