Meow Ba

Chapter 47 Shooting Range
After the inauguration ceremony and the appointment of Director Alden, Ron was already the mouse catcher of the entire Orange County Police Headquarters, enjoying the freedom to move anywhere in the entire Orange County Police Headquarters, including Building No. [-] naturally.

Although the new police badge has not yet been obtained, but the body that is about to become a ball is the proof, and no one stopped him, Ron walked in swaggeringly.

"Clap clap clap~"

As soon as the front foot entered the gate, Ron immediately heard the sound of popcorn exploding-of course there were no popcorn sellers in the Orange County Police Headquarters, so the sound could only be gunshots.

Hehehe~ Go upstairs, go upstairs!
Hearing the gunshots, Ron suddenly became interested. He quickly approached the stairs and climbed up one step at a time patiently.

In Longguo, ordinary people are not allowed to have guns in their homes. Ron still touched the five or six semi-automatic styles during military training. After practicing the shooting posture, each of them fired five bullets. As a result, the finger cramped and pressed a few times, and the addiction was gone, and the chug was gone.

Now in the United States, I have the opportunity to touch a gun, but unfortunately I was reborn as a cat.

However, guns are a man's romance. Even if you can't fire a gun, it's okay to watch other people shoot and listen to the gunshot.

Building No. [-] is a three-story building with a large area. The first floor is the firearms warehouse, which is guarded by a special person, and two keys are needed to open the door of the firearms warehouse—one for the guard and one for the director.

Going up through the stairs, the second and third floors of Building No. [-] are shooting ranges, and the newly recruited police officers, including Lorraine, conduct shooting training on the shooting range on the third floor.

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For fat people, running is a very scary sport, but there is one sport that is more scary than running, and that is climbing stairs.

Although there are only three floors, Building No. [-] is not low. Due to the needs of internal functions, the height of each floor of Building No. [-] is equivalent to two floors of ordinary buildings, which means that the number of stairs in Building No. There are few other buildings.

"Meow~woo~"

Hoo~, hoo~, it's finally here~
Sometimes mental fatigue is more terrifying than physical fatigue—according to the strength Ron has shown in the past, it should not take much effort for him to go up to the fifth floor in one go, but now he has just climbed up to the third floor, and Ron is already a little out of breath.

"Meow~woo~"

I'm so tired~ Let's take a break~
Squatting on the landing of the stairs on the third floor, Ron stuck out his tongue to dissipate heat, and waited until his breathing became smooth before retracting his tongue and looking up.

The third floor was separated from the landing by an automatic door like the police cafeteria, with the words "Attention to safety" posted on it - Ron walked through the electronic door and immediately found that there was something wrong inside.

After entering the door, there is a hall. There are several rows of wardrobes and seats for trainers to store clothes and rest. The front of the hall is divided into nearly twenty bulletproof glass single rooms. At this moment, there are more than a dozen trainers standing in the single room. With sound-isolating earmuffs on his head, he concentrated on training.

Every few seconds, the Glock [-] in their hands will fire a bullet with a bang, across the long trajectory, and plunge into the target on the other side of Building [-]. At the same time, the matching headset on the sound-proof earmuffs And the radio in the single room will report a ring number to let the shooter know his score.

When the target is full of bullet holes, the trainer can also control the target to come to him, and adjust his shooting posture and strength by analyzing the position of the bullet hole, so as to make himself a step further.

"Bang, bang bang~"

There were crisp gunshots one after another, and there was a faint smell of gunpowder smoke in the air-for some reason, Ron didn't hate this slightly pungent smell, but felt quite comfortable with it.

He walked through the hall, slowly searching from left to right, and finally found Lorraine in the third shooting booth on the right—in the same booth with Lorraine was a chubby middle-aged white man in a police officer's uniform.

"Lorraine, listen up."

"Let me explain it to you again."

"At present, there are four main shooting postures for pistols in the world, namely the one-armed shooting method, the equal triangle shooting method, the push-pull shooting method, and the Waver-style shooting method."

"The one-armed shooting method is mainly used in shooting competitions. The equal triangle shooting method and the push-pull shooting method are not suitable for use when there is not enough concealment. Therefore, our training is mainly based on the Weaver-style shooting method that is most suitable for actual combat. .”

"The movement essentials of the Weaver style according to the marksmanship are as follows: half-turn to the right, take a half step forward with the left foot, separate the two feet slightly wider than shoulder width, and naturally separate the toes..."

The middle-aged white police officer with Lorraine in the single room is naturally Officer Dirk. Because of Ron's appointment as a rat catcher, Lorraine missed some courses, and Officer Dirk was helping him with tutoring.

Following the instructions in his mouth, Officer Dirk's movements also changed. He held the pistol in his right arm and straightened it at eye level.

His movements were slow, apparently to show Lorraine, and when the posture was complete, Officer Dirk pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang~"

"Ten Rings~"

A mechanical female voice reported in the single room the number of shots taken by Officer Dirk just now, which immediately brought respect to Lorraine's eyes.

"Practice well according to the posture I just had, and when the practice is almost done, I will teach you how to deal with multiple targets and moving targets."

Locking the safety lock of the Glock [-] in his hand, Officer Dirk held the barrel and handed the gun to Lorraine, and then he opened the bulletproof glass door of the single room and walked out, while Ron took advantage of the chubby Officer Dirk Mind you, sneaked into Lorraine's cell before he closed the door.

"Bang~"

"Five Rings~"

"Bang~"

"Four Rings~"

"Bang~"

Putting on the sound-proof earmuffs, Lorraine opened the safety of the pistol, imitated Officer Dirk's action just now, took a shooting position, and fired bullets one after another.

However, although the posture is similar, the novice Lorraine does not have the stability of Officer Dirk at all. Every time the recoil from the primer will make Lorraine's palm shake slightly, naturally the bullets fired will be slightly different. It's a thousand miles away.

"Damn, the stability is still poor~"

After firing a clip, Lorraine adjusted the target to the front and carefully observed the bullet holes—although it was much better than the beginning, at least there were no misses, but compared with Officer Dirk, it was completely incomparable.

"Keep going~"

Encouraging himself, Lorraine put on new target paper and magazines, and got ready for another round, but suddenly felt a tightness in his calves—he looked down, just in line with Ron's round emerald green eyes .

"Meow~"

With a soft cry, Ron's eyes were fixed on the gun in Lorraine's hand - although he couldn't shoot the bullets himself, it was great to be able to hug him and feel the cold body of the gun.

But Lorraine obviously didn't think so.

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