Rawls held a revolver in one hand, aimed it at the 10-meter target, and fired continuously.
"Bang bang bang"
After firing the six bullets in the cylinder, Rolls threw out the runner, threw out the bullet casings in the cylinder, and skillfully reloaded the bullets.
Rawls' shooting coach Atwood took back the target paper and reported Rawls's shooting results of just six bullets:
"Mr. Adrian, two seven-ring rings, three eight-ring rings, and one nine-ring ring."
After hearing his results, Rawls nodded with satisfaction.
Over the past two months, he has spent almost half an hour to an hour every day training his marksmanship, firing more than 3,000 bullets. These bullets were converted into gold pounds, plus the cost of using the gun and target paper,
And the money spent on hiring Atwood totaled more than 220 pounds.
220 pounds. If some families have this amount of annual income, they can claim to be a middle-class family. This is only what Rawls spent on shooting in two months.
In the past two months, Rolls held three banquets and six salons at home, participated in three charity auctions, and visited five or six retired and disabled soldiers. In addition to the salary paid to his servants, Rolls
The number in Sri Lanka's bank account dropped off a cliff.
Originally, Rawls had more than 7,000 pounds in deposits in his bank account, but now he only has more than 3,000 pounds!
If Rawls hadn't still had a law firm, and his social circle had basically stabilized, and he wouldn't have had to spend so much time organizing banquets and salons, he would have wanted to combine Backlund's other two properties with the one in Tingen.
Set of ideas for sale.
As for Rawls's marksmanship, he is already pretty good. He can hit the target with a 10-meter target, and the rifles are all above the seventh level. If it were an enemy, within 10 meters of Rawls, not to mention headshots with rifles, there would be no chance of hitting him.
questionable.
For the current Rawls, if he continues to practice, he will not improve much in a short period of time, so today should be the last time he comes here to practice shooting.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang"
After firing the last six bullets, Rolls threw the revolver on the long table in front of him.
Atwood on the side was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:
"Mr. Adrian, do you want to take a rest?"
Since he became Rolls' shooting coach, Rolls trained for half an hour to an hour every day, and he also earned nearly seventy pounds because of Rolls, which was his four months' salary.
Rawls waved his hand and took a sip of the sweet ice tea brought by the valet:
"No, let's stop here today!"
"Mr. Adrian, are you busy with anything?"
In the past two months, Atwood and Rawls have become familiar with each other, but every time Rawls has something to do, he has to finish thirty rounds of ammunition. It will never go below this number, and today he only fired
Eighteen rounds.
"I probably won't be here again in a short time, and today is already June 28th, so the practice time has been long enough."
June 28th, is there anything special about this day? Is it because I brought many other guests during this time?
At the end of June, and soon to enter July, Backlund's annual social season has begun. The nobles of the Loen Kingdom have already gone to Backlund to participate in various banquets, dances, and salons according to tradition.
Of course, hunting is also essential, but since it has not yet entered autumn, such activities will be much less frequent. But some young nobles can't wait, and marksmanship practice is also on the agenda.
In the past few days, Atwood has had many more customers. Rawls' words made him think that his service was not attentive enough, so he asked anxiously:
"Mr. Adrian, do you think my service is not adequate?"
Rawls glanced at him in surprise, realizing that he had misunderstood something, and explained:
"No, I'm very satisfied with you. I just feel that if I continue to practice, I won't make much progress. And for me, my marksmanship is too good and it won't be of much use."
"That's good, I'll unload the bullets and firearms for you."
Atwood had no choice. Having lost a big financial backer, he could only take away the remaining bullets and revolver with his head down.
When Rawls saw Atwood walking away, he smiled at Morris, the valet standing beside him, and said:
"It seems Mr. Atwood is addicted to making money from me."
Morris, the valet, smiled stiffly. His master always had some extraordinary humor.
Rawls saw the stiff smile on Morris's face and shook his head helplessly. He was a tall and handsome valet, with better clothes. He also had a lot of research on music and stage plays. Apart from being darker, he had no other traits.
What shortcomings.
Of course, Rawls believes that the biggest shortcoming is that he does not know how to cater to his master's humor, which hurts his face.
After waiting for a while, seeing that Atwood had not returned yet, Rawls, who was a little impatient, walked out of the training room and went straight to Vert Damon's office.
Before taking a few steps, Atwood had already returned quickly.
"Sorry, Mr. Adrian, for keeping you waiting."
"fine."
The impatient look on Rawls's face has long since disappeared, replaced by concern, which was tempered by various banquets, salons, charity events, and a group of acting masters in the past two months.
"Is something wrong?"
Atwood gasped:
"I'm really sorry. Mr. Damon has gone home and there is no temporary person in charge. I asked the manager to sign the approval slip."
Guns are very strictly controlled in Loen. In the Kragg Club, the entry and exit of guns and bullets must be registered with approval slips. Vert Damon is in charge of this.
Rawls asked with concern:
"How could it be? Is Mr. Damon sick?"
Vert Damon was a soldier who participated in the decisive battle between Loen and Intis more than 20 years ago and belonged to the Knights of Ahova. In that battle, he was seriously injured and even lost his left arm.
Rawls met him several times when he visited retired disabled veterans.
Atwood's breath finally calmed down, and he took a deep breath and said:
"No, it was Mr. Damon who had a conflict with a guest and was advised to go home first by the manager."
Rawls frowned. He had met Vert Damon several times. Although Damon was a retired soldier and lost his left arm, he had a gentle temperament. What's more, although he was in charge of the shooting training range, the guests were the guests. How could he
Will there be conflicts with guests?
Atwood saw Rawls frowning and explained:
"The guest was drunk and wanted to enter the ammunition warehouse. Mr. Damon stopped him, and the conflict broke out."
"Then why did your manager persuade Mr. Damon to go back?"
"The guest has a more distinguished status. He is the son of a leader of the New Party. He was persuaded by his friend to take a rest. The manager was afraid of conflict, so he had to persuade Mr. Damon to go home first."
Rawls smiled contemptuously in his heart, Ha, the son of the leader of the new party!
…
Late at night, Rawls stood in front of the window, looking at the bloody full moon outside the window, and looked down at his pocket watch.
It’s almost time!
…
Tingen City, West District, Iron Cross Street.
Zhou Mingrui, who had a splitting headache, got up from the bed with difficulty, came to the desk, and looked out the window along the crimson "gauze":
In mid-air, above the black "velvet curtain", a crimson full moon hangs high, shining peacefully.