The price of crazy play was that I got up very late the next day, and the hot girls had already left. He recalled that he had made a fuss until three or four o'clock last night. Because of the success of his career, he couldn't help but drink too much and nodded a little. Nothing happened after he came back, and he slept until dawn.

So after getting up, people were still energetic. He went to take a shower, ordered a meal to deliver it to the room, and went out after eating. The weather in the casino was much cooler, which was most suitable for outdoor activities. He had an appointment with a hotel VIP pick-up and drop-off cart and took him to a suburban club on time.

The Quick Gunners Club is still as lively as usual. Its scale is comparable to a supermarket. Its weapons are dense and very impactful, and many tourists can't help taking photos. Because Nevada's laws are loose, it is incomparable to California in terms of the richness of gun types.

There are enough automatic weapons, large-caliber guns, military machine guns, and even a mortar, but the barrel was welded with iron bars and no shells were provided, otherwise Meng Qian would have the intention to experience it. Take a walk in the weapons supermarket and then head to the counter.

Meng Qian intended to see if the big breasted girl was still there, and her name seemed to be... Rachel? But the girl hadn't found her yet, and she fell into an acquaintance in the store. She met a big man in a military uniform last time on her birthday. She gathered at the counter with a few people to discuss guns.

"Victor." Meng Qian shouted.

Victor and his friends turned around, and the others were puzzled, but Victor smiled enthusiastically: "Hey, David!"

Victor Stone, a brother who was a few years younger than Tiger, talked about on a yacht. The other party runs a multinational security company, PMC (private military company), etc., with a heroic personality and especially like vodka. Victor has some Russian ancestry.

"Come here to experience shooting." Meng Qian walked forward. The people next to Victor were all big and thick, wearing tactical vests and guns between them.

"Some of my friends." Victor briefly introduced a few words, and his attention was on the gun: "German-made mg-42. What do you think?"

"Beautiful!" Meng Qian praised, "This is considered an antique collection, right?"

"I spent some time buying it from my collector." Victor was obviously very satisfied. A friend of his skillfully dismantled the gun into parts and displayed it one by one.

"The maintenance is pretty good." Victor said with satisfaction. He said to Meng Qian next to him: "It is very rare to have such a good World War II weapon now."

"Are you keen on collecting weapons?" Meng Qian asked.

"I couldn't help but buy some rare and fun things." Victor pointed to the closed door on the other side: "There is a small exhibition area over there, and it won't be open today?"

A gun shop staff explained: "Maintenance, sir."

Victor said to Meng Qian again: "There are many collections in it. If you have the chance, you can go and have a look."

"I will." Meng Qian said.

After talking about this topic for a few minutes, Victor had something else to do, and he had to go to the shooting range behind with these big and thick guys.

"Happy to have fun." Victor raised his fist.

Meng Qian learned the American way and ran into him: "So too."

Then he continued his purpose here: to find a gun to play with it.

"Hi."

Meng Qian looked in the direction where the voice came. Rachel, whom he could not find, was waving to him and walked over with a smile: "Hi, I've seen you again, Rachel."

"I'm here to come to business this time?" She has a good memory.

Meng Qian shook his head: "I just came here to play. I just met a few friends."

"Those big guys are your friends?" Rachel said curiously, "Victor Stone, Jun. Fire Tycoon; Michael. Zhang. My boss's boss..."

Meng Qian nodded: "That's right, there's some business relationship."

Rachel quipped, "You often see big people here!"

"I'm happy if you want a photo and autograph." Meng Qian also cooperated with her seriously.

"You are so funny, man." Rachel smiled and her mouth was undulating. Meng Qian was a little dizzy by the scene. It was a majestic scale.

Rachel seemed to have noticed his gaze and spoke up to remind him: "Is it really good to stare at me like this?"

"Sorry, I" Meng Qian was embarrassed. The foreign girl had a very direct personality.

"I'm kidding." Rachel smiled and poked him with a pen, then asked, "Now... Mr. Big Man. What package do you want to experience today?"

Meng Qian adjusted: "I'll have another Big Mac package. I'll play all day, go back with the smell of gunpowder and have a wonderful weekend."

"Good idea!" Rachel bent over and squeezed to write on the counter. The two balls were suffocating... Meng Qian thought to himself that she was so outgoing, so she wouldn't mind her appreciation, right?

He didn't think he was a gentleman, so he just watched it. He just blamed him for calling the girl last night but not getting on the horse. The energy he had accumulated for half a month was affecting him.

"It's done." Rachel looked up and tear off the order. "Today is the training day of Heiqi Company, which is the big guys you just saw. You can go and open your eyes."

"Thank you." Meng Qian went to swipe the card and then went to the shooting range behind with the coach.

Out of curiosity, he followed Rachel's instructions to open his eyes. He still remembered that the senior security hired by FF Group and Meng's Pharmaceuticals were employees of this Black Flag Company. Its parent company also has a military contracting business, which is very big.

Meng Qian was fortunate to see training content, such as shooting without any bullets, team CQB, protection from personnel hijacking, etc., and it was like a militarized team. It was hard to believe that they were private security companies. In this regard, the American concept is very different from that of the domestic ones.

Of course, their profession also provides higher protection for corporate technical security and even related to Meng Qian's daily life. This company is responsible for the private security of his wealthy community, including house alarm systems, monitoring networks, security patrols, etc.

After watching for more than twenty minutes, Meng Qian, who had itchy hands, returned to the shooting range and also learned how they were playing.

But without professional training, all you can use are learned from games. It feels awkward and is not as smooth and natural as they just showed.

I tried to quickly draw the gun and aim and shoot, either I couldn't keep up with the movements or I didn't have time to aim. The bullets frequently took off the target, which made me confused.

"Haha." Rachel's laughter came from beside him.

"Please." Meng Qian looked at her helplessly, "I am a novice, it won't be normal, right?"

"Yes." She understood, came to him and reached out: "Tell you."

"Okay." Meng Qian happily handed the gun to her, "Just just now, I saw their quick and accurate shooting movements, and they were quick and accurate. Teach me."

"Look." Rachel stood with her legs apart and shoulder-width, and immediately entered. Entering the state: "Look slightly forward, touch the gun with her right hand, place her left hand in front of her abdomen, pull the gun with her right hand out and straighten her arm, and connect the left hand at the same time to form a standard Viagra-style gun-taking posture, aim and fire!"

Bang bang bang bang!

Three continuous and fast gunshots, and the humanoid target twenty meters away fell to the ground. Meng Qian saw it clearly that the bullets were all hit at the bull's eye, which was extremely accurate.

"Practical rapid fire." After Rachel put the gun insuring it, she lowered the muzzle outward.

"Awesome!" Meng Qian admired him very much, "Can you do it slowly?"

"No problem, I'll repeat it a few more times." Rachel picked up her hand and gun and inserted it into the holster between her waist. The movement indicated: "Spread the legs apart to stabilize the center of gravity, and leaning forward to resist the recoil of the sudden fire..."

Meng Qian looked around, and when her body leaned forward, her butt would stick out. It was really good... He got rid of these wrong thoughts and didn't get distracted when he should study hard.

"Did you know?" Rachel turned around.

"Let me try." Meng Qian took the gun and tried it as she said. It felt that the speed from pulling the gun to shooting was indeed much faster.

"You will have an instinctive reaction after learning a few more times," said Rachel.

"I have a question." Meng Qian said, "How did you fire continuously and intensively? No matter how fast I pull the trigger, it is not as fast as you."

"Trigger control is something that veterans can master." Rachel signaled to him, "Every time I pull the trigger, I will not release it to the limit, but at the critical point of the trigger reset."

"I can't feel it." Meng Qian shook his head.

Rachel said: "It varies from person to person, but the technology mainly relies on the pile of bullets. You may be able to catch it after you finish shooting thousands of shots. "

Meng Qian had a long experience, and also found out: "You are so familiar with guns, and you have learned it since you were a child?"

Rachel smiled: "My family runs a small farm, and wild boars often go down the mountain, so many people have used guns since childhood, including me."

"It's so cool." Meng Qian said that he had wanted to live this kind of life since he was a child.

"Actually it's boring. There's no entertainment in the town, so I can only play like this." Rachel didn't like it, "I like the wonderfulness of big cities more."

"People will yearn for a life they have never experienced." Meng Qian said this complicated sentence in English and he has been studying hard recently.

"It makes sense, too." Rachel smiled, "But I still like big cities, being rich like you."

"In fact, rich people will also be very annoyed and stressed," Meng Qian said.

"But the poor will have more trouble and greater pressure." Rachel said in response to this point, proudly: "Right, Mr. Rich?"

Meng Qian couldn't deny it: "It might be."

Rachel said: "So I'd rather live a life of trouble and stress like you."

There is a longing from the bottom of my heart in this sentence, and it is not difficult to guess the 21-year-old girl's thoughts, so Meng Qian continued quietly: "Do you want to experience it?"

"Serious?" She was a little surprised.

"Anyway, I'm quite bored alone." Meng Qian shrugged, "What does it feel like to invite friends to have a meal, go to the best nightclubs, and stay in the highest suite?"

"Really?" She suppressed her surprise and confirmed again.

What a girl who is easy to deceive... Meng Qian nodded: "Yes. If you have more time, you can also take my private jet to San Francisco."

"Do you still have a plane?!" She opened her mouth wide, and was fully reflected in her inexperienced world.

"So do you like it?" Meng Qian asked.

"As an invitation to a friend..." she emphasized, "I agreed."
Chapter completed!