The pistol looked familiar, but Egger had never touched a firearm before. He held the pistol in his hand and looked at it several times until Father Locke took the pistol over again, loaded the gun, turned on the safety, and then stuffed it.
into his hands.
"This is my Glock pistol." Father Locke said to Egg. "There are not many bullets, only a dozen rounds, so I don't usually take it out. I didn't expect it to come in handy today."
After Father Locke saw Egg holding the pistol in his hand, he kept aiming forward, backward, left, and right, and at the same time shaking his head. He didn't know what he was doing. It seemed that the kid didn't listen to what he just said.
"Child, have you ever used a pistol?" Father Locke asked Egg.
Egg seemed to wake up suddenly. He looked up at the priest who was two heads taller than him and said, "No. This is the first time I touched a gun."
"Okay." Father Locke turned to Vance and said, "Vance, teach him how to hold a gun."
"Boy, if you want to shoot the gun accurately, you must give up those completely wrong shooting movements in the gang." Vance walked up to Egger, faced him at a certain angle, spread his legs and stood squarely, and then
He made a pistol gesture with his right hand and demonstrated to Egg as he spoke.
"Spread your feet apart, stand firm on the ground, hold the gun in your right hand, keep your arm straight without any bend, point the gun straight up to your nose, and raise it up to the middle of your eyes.
The left hand supports the wrist of the right hand. Yes, that's it. The rear sight covers the crosshair and the crosshair is aimed at the target. Yes, that's it. Okay, you put down the gun and turn around. There is a mineral water bottle ten meters away from you.
Try it."
After Egger turned around, he raised the gun again using the action taught by Vance just now. Sure enough, as the muzzle of the gun was raised, a green hollow cross rose from the bottom of the field of vision, and finally appeared in the center of Egger's sight.
The reason why Egg was swinging up and down, left and right, and shaking his head with the pistol just now was because he discovered that he had a pistol in his hand and triggered a green hollow crosshair.
Egger is extremely familiar with this green crosshair. The hollow part of the crosshair is the dispersion area of bullets. The larger the hollow part, the more random the scattering of bullets will be after they are fired.
Looking at the green crosshair, Egger suddenly remembered what kind of gun the Glock in his hand was. It was the classic T initial gun in the game CS.
This pistol has been criticized by many people, but I never expected that the first gun I touched would be this coward.
In fact, this is Iger's ignorance. With his current small body, it is useless to give him a Desert Eagle. On the contrary, a pistol with extremely low recoil, such as a Glock, is the best choice.
Just now, after Egg held the gun according to the standard action taught by Vance, the hollow crosshair was slowly shrinking, and soon it became smaller than the mineral water bottle used as the target.
After Egger aimed for a while, he put down the gun in his hand.
"A bold shot, kid, the first time is always a little difficult." Father Locke encouraged from the side.
"No, Father." After Iger turned his head and looked for a moment, he said while walking backwards: "I think I can retreat further."
When Egg retreated and his back was close to the courtyard wall, he stopped. The mineral water bottle had become very small, and it was estimated that the distance might be twenty meters.
Egg raised his pistol again, and he tried hard to fit the hollow point in the middle of the crosshair onto the mineral water bottle.
While concentrating on aiming, Iger found that the crosshair was rising and falling regularly with his breathing, so he took a deep breath and held it in. Sure enough, the crosshair did not rise and fall again, but moved up and down with each heartbeat.
Trembling slightly.
"Hold on, 3, 2, 1." Egger muttered silently in his mind. After counting to 1, he pulled the trigger and "pop".
The recoil of the gun was not as great as expected. Egg exhaled and gasped for air. He then lowered the muzzle of the gun and was surprised to see that the mineral water bottle was shot away by one shot.
"First time, first shot?" Father Locke asked Egger.
"Yes." The first hit hit, and Egger's face turned red with excitement.
What boy doesn't like to masturbate, and masturbate too?
Father Locke walked up to Iger and stretched out his hand towards him, and Iger returned the Glock in his hand to the priest without any attachment.
"Wait a moment." Father Locke took back the Glock and handed it to Vance. He said this to Egg and left in a hurry.
After a while, Father Locke came over carrying a small, delicate box. He placed the box on the ground, unbuckled it, and then opened the box.
The box contained something like a gun butt, and there was a small cardboard box next to it.
"This is a birthday gift that a friend left here to give to his child." The priest said as he picked up the butt of the gun. He turned to Iger and said, "Now that friend and his child no longer need this gun.
I have a gun, I think I can lend it to you to try out first."
Is this a gun?
Egg looked at the gun butt. Is this a new weapon invented by America?
After a while, Egg was really eye-opening. He saw Father Locke opening the tail of the gun stock like opening a lid, and then taking out several gun parts from the gun butt. At this time, Vance also squatted down and took the parts and started assembling them. Soon,
A small rifle appeared in front of Egger.
Vance opened the small paper box, and it turned out that the small paper box was filled with bullets. The bullets were so small that they could be described as pocket-sized, so much so that Egger seriously doubted how lethal they were.
"This is a .22 caliber AR-7, which is usually used for shooting training." Vance said to Egger, "This gun can also be used to shoot rats, rabbits and animals up to the size of dogs."
"But if you can hit the head accurately, it will be more than enough to kill even larger prey." After Vance assembled the gun, he took it up and took aim. This AR-7 is not a new gun. In fact, it is
This kind of used and carefully maintained firearm is the most trustworthy good friend.
Vance checked that the scale was back to zero, so he handed the AR-7 to Egg. Father Locke had already picked up the blown mineral water bottle and stood it upright again.
"I ask you to shoot the upper part of the mineral water bottle." When Vance handed the gun to Egger, he said sternly in the tone of an instructor to a new recruit.
Egg took over the AR-7. This gun was so small, similar to the toy BB gun used to shoot balloons in the park.
Although Iger has never fired a real gun, he is very familiar with balloon shooting in the park.
Seeing Egger holding the gun, Vance nodded. How could there be an American child who couldn't play with a gun? What a joke.
Egger first stood and took aim. He held his breath for a while and then squatted down, kneeling on one knee, with his left knee pressing against his left forearm, while his left hand firmly held the gun body.
After a few more suffocated deep breaths, Egger gave up shooting and stood up.
Due to their last experience, Father Locke and Vance remained silent. They watched Egger run to the mineral water bottle, unscrew the mineral water bottle, and put the red bottle cap on the bottle mouth.
"This kid actually wants to shoot this bottle cap." Vance has also seen him for a long time. Although he has been a member of the militia for many years, he has seen many sharpshooters, but he claims to be a young man who dared to challenge the twenty-meter bottle cap for the first time.
, it was the first time he saw it.
Egger knelt down with the gun in hand. As he held his breath, the green hollow crosshair shrank smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a solid small cross.
Focus on aiming and hold your breath.
The red bottle cap in the distance can only be seen as a dot now, but this does not prevent Egger from placing the center of the cross on this red dot.
3,2,1.
"Snapped."
The sound of the gunfire this time was even smaller, as small as the cannon-throwing children played during the Chinese New Year. Egger didn't even feel any recoil.
When Egger took a look away from the rear sight of the AR-7, he saw that the mineral water bottle in the distance was standing there steadily, and the red bottle cap on top of it had disappeared without a trace.
