Chapter 915 (1/2)
”Bang!”
There was a huge roar in the indoor shooting range. The recoil force of the gun made song Ya's right hand numb. He didn't hold one of the left. The front half of the gun jumped up about 45 degrees.
“Shxt！”
It seemed a little dangerous. Of course, he felt that he could not afford to lose face. His left hand quickly grasped the body of the gun again and turned to look at Mila.
Well, Mila, who was just next to her, ran to the far corner and had a good conversation with her cousin Tony, muffler and al.
Tony is showing her his ”trendy” hip-hop look. In fact, he's wearing his fat leg jeans lower. He used to only see the top edge of his underwear, but now he's showing most of his hips.
It is said that in the 1970s, because some prisoners used the belt as a weapon to commit suicide or murder, the prison authorities simply did not issue the belt to save the trouble. As a result, the prisoners could only look like this. Later, some hip-hop singers who had entered the numbers still maintained this dressing habit after they went out to show their ”qualifications”. The recent East-West coast war has brought this trend into full play 2pac does it all the time on stage.
Mila was so happy with Tony that she kept wriggling, covering her face with her hands and laughing shyly.
”Aplus, this is a pump shotgun.”
The blade soldier's gun guide opened his side of the sound insulation earmuff, ”recoil is very big, we must grasp the movable bolt, after each shot, just pull it.”
He took a gun to demonstrate, the movable bolt was pulled back and forth at a very fast speed, and a cartridge case jumped out with a clear mechanical sound, ”every time we empty the magazine, we can only distract ourselves from doing other things after checking and confirming. You see... ”
”Bang!” ”Bang!” ”Bang!” The firearm instructor personally demonstrates the standard action and then shows him the empty magazine.
”Use this to practice first. It's safe to touch your shoulder.” The range coach came with a long butt.
”No more shame.” Old Mike said leisurely.
The three men surrounded themselves in a circle from left to right as if they were serving the king.
In the script of blade warrior, in addition to a samurai sword, the most commonly used weapon for male owners is a shotgun. Of course, it's just a prop. It's very flashy. It's not the Remington m870 practiced now.
”So?”
Song Ya uses his shoulder socket against the butt of the gun like a rifle and aims at it. When he practiced the gun, old Mike asked him to practice this position.
”Yes, very standard.”
Practice continues. Of course, this is the most basic for acting. Superheroes should not only be decent, but also cool and chic. Therefore, the leading teacher is the firearm instructor from Hollywood, not the range coach or old Mike.
”You're learning fast, aplus, but not enough. Take a break. We'll try moving targets later. Don't worry, the prop gun has almost no recoil
After concentrating on practice for a while, the firearm instructor announced that the class was suspended.
”What are you talking about? Well? ” Sonya slipped past Mila's back, grabbed her waist with both hands, and suddenly pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.
Mira let out a little surprise, then giggled and, naturally, kiss him on the cheek as many years ago, then put the back of her head on his shoulder, but more obedient, ”talk about the past.”
”Remember that shooting incident at the door of old Joe's music? Mila. ”
”1990?” Al recalled? Dilly was still in your band, and I helped you drive
”Yes, yes, I remember!” Mila also remembered, ”after that time, Della and they were so scared that they didn't dare to go downstairs. They practiced in the studio every day.”
”Ha ha! That guy dilly is getting fatter and fatter now Tony laughs.
”Yes The muffler nodded.
”By the way, what about Eric, the old Joe's music tuner at that time?” Mila asked.
”Working for my record company and a tuner.” Song Ya finally inserted the topic.