Best Movie Star

As soon as he entered the gun club, Matthew saw Niebola greet him, hugged him with open arms, and asked, "Where have you been, dude? I haven't seen you for so long? You're so tanned. ."

Niebola's skin was almost tanned, and with strong muscles, it gave a very healthy feeling.

"I went to Texas." Niebola separated from Matthew, "I just invested in a project there, and I went to take care of it for a while. I just came back the day before yesterday, so I called you right away."

He turned to lead the way, "Let's go to the shooting range."

Matthew followed Niebola and asked curiously, "You said that the club has a master? Who is it?"

Niebola said with a smile to Matthew as he walked, "We haven't arrived yet, you'll know when we do."

Matthew pointed to him, "It's still selling off."

The two entered the pistol shooting range together. There were six or seven people gathered here. Like Matthew, they were all people who often came to practice shooting. These people also knew Matthew and said hello.

Matthew picked up his usual M9 pistol and magazines, came to a shooting position, and briefly checked the pistol. Niebola took the gun and stood at the shooting position next to him.

"Let's have a contest?" Niebola said while putting on the clip, "I have received expert guidance, and my marksmanship has improved."

Matthew opened the insurance, picked up the headset, put it on, and said, "The loser treats him at noon."

Niebola also put on the headset, "No problem."

Matthew smiled and made a please gesture.

Niebola was not polite, raised his gun to aim at a target fifteen meters away, and pulled the trigger again and again.

Bang-bang-bang...

The crisp gunshots rang ten times in a row, and Niebola stopped after firing ten shots in a row.

As soon as the gunshots stopped, Matthew assumed a standard standing shooting posture, raised his gun to aim at the target, and fired ten shots in a row.

Ten bullets were fired, he put down the pistol, took off the headset, looked at the monitor next to him, and said, "Ninety-two rings."

Niebola sighed, "I'm still not as good as you." He raised his hand and gestured, "I'm seventy-seven."

"There is indeed progress." Matthew said truthfully.

Originally, Niebola's shooting level was about sixty per ten shots.

Someone walked into the pistol shooting hall at this time. Niebola saw the man and immediately waved and called, "Chris, come here."

The man named Chris came over immediately.

Matthew turned his head and took a look. This man is tall and strong, with a military breath on his body, which is vaguely similar to Brown Williams.

Brown-Williams has been retired from the army for many years, and the inexplicable iron-blooded soldier temperament formed on the battlefield is not very obvious, and this man named Chris, who has received professional military training in the eyes of Matthew It was obvious that he was a veteran who had just been discharged from the army.

Seeing this person, Matthew immediately rang what Niebola said on the phone, this is the former captain of the third SEAL team.

"Chris, try it?" Niebola gave up the shooting position.

The man named Chris was not polite. He was very skilled at changing magazines and didn't wear a headset. He raised his hand and aimed at the target in front of him, and then fired ten shots in a row.

After ten shots were fired, some onlookers leaned closer to look at the monitor and said, "One hundred rings!"

There was a sound of admiration in the training hall. Among this group of amateurs, this marksmanship was simply amazing.

Matthew also admires it. The other party is indeed a professional, and he is much better than him as an amateur. He can also shoot a lot of ten rings, but ten bullets in a row cannot achieve ten rings.

This is completely different from firing a shot, resting for a while and then firing another shot.

"it is good!"

Someone in the shooting hall applauded, and Matthew also applauded softly next to him. There is a gap between amateurs and professionals, which is normal.

A group of people gathered around and cheered, and the shooting gallery became noisy.

"Alright, alright!" Niebola reminded, "Everyone continue to play, I'll treat you at noon!"

Those people dispersed, leaving only Matthew, Niebola, and the man named Chris.

"Introduction." Niebola pointed to Matthew first, "Chris, this is Matthew, a Hollywood star, a good gunner."

Matthew smiled and added, "Amateur."

Niebola then introduced each other to Matthew, "Matthew, this is Chris Kyle, my new friend in Texas."

"Hello." Matthew stretched out his hand, "Nice to meet you."

Chris Kyle shook hands with Matthew, "Hello, nice to meet you."

He held Matthew's hand and could feel it was similar to himself, with calluses all over it.

This is not like the hand of a Hollywood star, but like the hand of a veteran who has been on the battlefield.

No wonder he was able to bring down three gun-wielding terrorists by himself. Not only was he lucky, but he had actually practiced.

Niebola continued next to him, "Chris was previously the captain of SEAL Team 3 and received 2 Silver Stars and 5 Bronze Stars. During his service in the SEALs, he served in Iraq for 10 years, unofficial record. He has shot and killed 255 enemy troops, the official record provided by the Pentagon is 160, and the longest sniper range is 1920 meters, which is the highest confirmed sniper number in the history of the US military."

Hearing this series of numbers, Matthew was quite surprised. This is not something an ordinary soldier can do.

1920 meters is not far, but anyone who has played with guns knows how difficult it is to shoot a person at such a long distance.

"Those are things of the past." Chris Kyle looked calm, "I'm out of the military."

Matthew did not expect to see such a sniper in Niebola's shooting club.

Greeted by Niebola, Matthew and Chris Kyle followed him out of the shooting gallery and went to a lounge next to him. Chris Kyle was not like many veterans who retired from the battlefield because of the war. Psychologically traumatized and reluctant to communicate with people, but is very talkative.

When Matthew asked curiously, Chris Kyle also briefly talked about the situation on the battlefield.

A sergeant who has been stationed in Iraq for nearly ten years, a sniper who has shot and killed more than 200 people, his experience can be described as a legend.

As for whether he was a wronged soul under the gun, Matthew didn't care at all, and the suffering Iraqi people had nothing to do with him.

Instead, this Chris Kyle aroused his interest.

On the one hand, it comes from Niebola's words.

"Chris is now out of the military and plans to open a company." Niebola seemed very interested. "Originally, I wanted to open a business in Houston or Dallas, Texas. After we met, I specially invited him to come to Los Angeles for a study tour."

Matthew asked Chris Kyle, "What kind of company are you going to start?"

"Cooperation with the military." Chris Kyle apparently has plans, "specialized in providing training for military and law enforcement snipers."

He smiled and said, "In terms of business, I have taken care of the relationship."

"How is it?" Niebola asked directly, "Are you interested, Matthew?"

For Niebola, Matthew was trustworthy. After thinking about it, he said, "Chris, I don't know much about the industry you plan to work in. Can you briefly introduce it?"

Chris Kyle didn't speak eloquently, but was silent for a while, and said, "I prepared a detailed plan, but I didn't bring it this time. I'll give it to Niebola another day, and let Niebola hand it over to him. you."

Matthew nodded, he could see that Niebola asked him this time for investment.

Seeing that Chris Kyle had no empty words, Matthew felt that it was more reliable.

Niebola said casually, "Matthew, if I hadn't just made an investment in Texas and the funds were tight, I wouldn't be looking for you."

"Where is the company going to be located?" Matthew asked directly, "How much capital is needed?"

Chris Kyle replied, "Originally I was going to start the company in Texas, then I met Niebola, and many of my comrades are currently serving in several military bases in Southern California, and I plan to be in Los Angeles. Pick a suitable location."

"You don't need a lot of money." Niebola replied, "Matthew, you and I each contributed $2 million, about 30 percent each. Chris contributed $1 million, plus he The network of contacts and professional and technical capabilities of the company account for 40% of the shares.”

Matthew didn't answer.

Niebola continued, "Generally speaking, the specific situation will be discussed in detail when you determine the investment."

"Let's do it." Matthew looked at Chris Kyle and Niebola again, and said, "I'll read the plan first."

He trusted Niebola, but he had reservations about Chris Kyle, and he would not be foolish enough to decide to invest in the other party at the first meeting. Even if two million dollars was nothing to him, it was not a strong wind. of.

Some words still have to be said up front, "I will have someone evaluate this investment, and I can't give you any guarantees before the evaluation."

Chris Kyle nodded and said, "No problem."

Niebola said that he could find Matthew Horner to work with him~www.readwn.com~ He immediately came to Los Angeles. He had seen the video of the shootout, and had just personally experienced Matthew Horner's hand. This is Really have practical ability.

Such a star-level player, even if he cooperates with the military, can get more business if he uses it well.

Matthew didn’t say much, including the share ratio mentioned by Niebola. If he really invests, the share ratio must be re-discussed. It hasn’t been evaluated yet, so don’t worry about these matters.

After talking about investment, the topic of the two sides gradually shifted to other aspects. Another aspect of Matthew's interest in Chris Kyle was his almost legendary experience.

Such a sniper cannot be found anywhere in the world.

Whether it is the murderer or not, Chris Kyle's experience is irreproducible.

"Chris." Matthew found an opportunity and said, "Your ten years of experience are extraordinary, haven't you thought of recording it in a special way?"