The moment the black pistol sprayed out sparks, a huge force exploded.
Lei Yue felt as if his hands were caught in the center of a storm, and the skin and flesh from his fingers to his arms seemed to be torn apart at once.
His whole body was driven by the recoil, and he staggered back a step. The pistol flew back and almost hit him in the face. He quickly suppressed the gun with all his strength.
At the same time, the dragonfly that was being targeted in the sky dodged away 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 numbed by the recoil.
He couldn't help but 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, maybe not yet.
Maybe you have to resonate and become a foreign body, and your body strength can be improved...
"Continue." Mohawk folded his hands on his chest, looking calm and not making any judgment. "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 every finger was 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, Lei Yue was also getting familiar with the feel of shooting, summarizing the techniques, and observing the rhythm of the Dragonfly's movements.
"This is not fixed shooting, but moving shooting. Just aiming is useless." He thought to himself.
He thought deeply about the skills in the video games he had played, and combined them with the current situation.
The dragonfly machine is moving, and I also need to move slightly to pursue the shot...
However, you must hold down the gun to maintain stability the moment the bullet exits the muzzle...
"It's not that fast." Mohawk started to walk away, not surprised at all by the newcomer's performance, good or bad, just like that, nothing special.
Although this kid plays well in the Momo Challenge, is good at deciphering, and has great methods, it does not mean that he will be top-notch in other aspects.
"Before the night falls in Dongzhou, it will be considered good if you can get one shot." Mohawk added.
"Leizi, how about we stop practicing pistols and focus on shotguns?" Lackey said jokingly, "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.
From the moment I picked up that strange pistol in the junkyard on that rainy night, it was the moment when I actually shot it for the future.
Suddenly, he vaguely heard a strange, deep voice saying in his heart:
"Let's shine, let's make a shining debut. It's time for you, not those messy little fresh meats and little offenders."
Lei Yue was startled and turned around to look.
As expected, I saw the weird man with his flesh and blood dripping from his body, standing next to a gloomy big tree not far away, shrouded in shadow, seeming to be looking this way.
"..." Lei Yue closed his eyes and slowly looked away.
Shine? Of course you have to make a sparkling appearance.
I am an actor, and I shine 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 the role of a sharpshooter, the "Scarface" he often played recently.
He gradually entered the character, opened his eyes and smiled.
Life and death are just an indulgent game.
"Dragonfly machine, right? Come and say hello to my little friend!"
Lei Yue said with a smile, raising the gun with both hands again, aiming at the moving target.
Keeping your feet steady, your hands pressed down, you moved the pistol slightly to pursue the shot, squeezed the trigger, and sparks suddenly spurted out from the muzzle——
boom!!!
Boom boom, boom boom.
Suddenly, there was a strange burst of sound from above.
Immediately, it seemed like a rain of blood began to fall, and large pieces of fine flesh and blood fell from the sky and splashed all over the ground.
Mohawk stopped just as he was about to turn around. There was some fallen flesh and blood on Guo Zi's face. His brows were furrowed and he turned to look.
"Holy shit!" Lackey exclaimed, his greasy face full of disbelief, "Hit!?"
The two of them saw that a dragonfly flying above was hit dead-on. The bullet hit the compound eye of its head, penetrated 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, and his mood was complicated for a while.
The first time I fired a gun, I only practiced a dozen shots, and I hit a moving... dragonfly machine?
Is this kid lucky or gifted?
No, this guy knows how to adjust. This shot was the result of thinking, adjusting, and shooting with the calmness and confidence that only a veteran can have.
"Leilei, you killed tens of thousands of yuan with this shot!" Lackey shouted loudly, as if he was accusing him, but he immediately smiled with joy:
"But, good shot! With this shot, how much money is beckoning to us. Don't let Sister Hua know, or she will die laughing.
"Old Mo, so what 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?
The moment he fired the gun, he did have a different feeling, as if the bullet was penetrating through the target.
However, he was still surprised by the current result.
And I also understand that this does not mean that I am already a sharpshooter.
But at any rate, it also means that I have some talent, so I can choose a weapon like a pistol, right?
"This shot may have an element of luck." Lei Yue thought about this and said with a smile.
"Don't leave Versailles." Lackey waved his hand, "Laki's little tip: luck has never had anything to do with us. It's all about strength!"
"Continue!" Mohawk said without any praise, keeping 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 moved a black and red heavily equipped motorcycle out of the compartment of the pickup truck.
Lei Yue looked over, his eyes brightening.
The shape of that motorcycle is that of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, with a long and angular body, huge tires, and thick exhaust pipes... It looks like 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 deserted areas of Area X...
He really wanted to act in a play like that.
"This car is called 'Black Bull'. I used to drive it. I don't drive a motorcycle anymore. You can drive it."
Mohawk looked at the motorcycle, and 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...
"Lei Yue, take good care of it. It doesn't mean it can't be crashed, but it must be smashed!"
Mohawk patted the sunken black leather seat cushion in the middle of the motorcycle body, and wanted to hand the car over to Lei Yue.
"Tch, it's not a floating chariot that can fly." Lackey joked deliberately, "It's just so-so."
"Laji..." Mohawk lowered his voice, "Do you really want to die?"
But at this time, Lei Yue was not interested in any floating chariot. He only had eyes for the motorcycle named "Black Bull" in front of him.
Mohawk's attitude made him feel very grateful. Over the years, besides his mother-in-law, who else would give him their treasures like this because they valued him as a person? He could not have imagined.
Lei Yue nodded heavily and promised:
"Mohawk, I will fight to the end with the black bull."
Mohawk made eye contact with him, and a smile appeared on his face, "Okay."
"Leizi, don't agree yet, can you drive a motorcycle?" Lackey still refused to give up.
"...No." Lei Yue shrugged, "But I can learn."
"I'll teach you everything today. Let's continue practicing the gun first! Switch to shooting with one hand."
Mohawk took some .45mm bullets and handed them to Lei Yue, strode away and taught:
"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."
"Okay!" Lei Yue put away his distracting thoughts, replenished the ammunition in the pistol magazine, raised the gun with his right hand, and aimed at another Dragonfly.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
When he fired the first shot, Lei Yue already felt that shooting with one hand was completely different.
The recoil was even greater, and the arm was almost thrown away, and the bones were numb.
However, with each additional shot, he became more familiar with it and gained better control.
I feel a little closer to the strange pistol hidden in my waist bag.
There may not be much time left before "Dongzhou Night", so I must hurry up and train.