King Of War: Starting with Arms Dealer Chapter 1534 - Capítulo 1534: 1245: Veterans' Entertainment

Capítulo 1534: Chapter 1245: Veterans’ Entertainnt (Part 2)

Old Du looked at Joe Ga for permission. After getting the nod, he poured a box of 7.62mm bullets into a tray, picked one up to weigh in his hand, rolled it around a bit, and then loaded it into the chamber…

Joe Ga watched Old Du load three bullets before stopping, then picked up the radio with a smile and said, “Gino, turn on the lights…”

“Yes sir!”

Following the order, Gino turned on a spotlight, shining it towards the distant manor wall…

That was the target area, originally used by Joe Ga’s family for handgun practice during their free ti. The shooting distance wasn’t great, but from the backdoor of the main building, it was around 300 ters away.

Old Man Tong noticed Old Du seed a bit nervous, so he cheerfully loaded his rifle, then patted Adel’s head with a smile and said, “Adel, report the targets for …”

Adel happily put on noise-cancelling headphones, picked up a small binocular for a mont, and said, “Left side humanoid target, distance 235 ters…”

Old Man Tong signaled everyone to put on headphones, then pushed the sight open and racked the bolt. After a few seconds…

“Bang”

After the loud gunshot, the special tracer bullet left a clear trail and hit the target.

A ‘ding’ sound echoed from afar, and the spotlit humanoid target visibly wobbled.

Adel exclaid in surprise, “Hit the chest, amazing…”

Old Man Tong froze for a mont, then said to Old Du, who was inhaling the sll of gunpowder, “This gun has a straight trajectory; don’t aim too high when you shoot…”

Old Du waved his hand and said, “I saw it, I saw it, with such a clear trajectory, how could I not see it?

Your shooting isn’t great…”

Old Man Tong wasn’t upset by Old Du’s sarcasm. He laughed warmly and said to Adel, “Spot two more targets to try my luck, later I want to compete with Eric.”

Adel threw a disdainful look at the talkative Eric, then lifted the binoculars and said, “The third chest target on the left ground…”

“Bang”

The ground chest target fell on impact…

“The right-side windmill target…”

“Bang”

The constantly spinning target made a crisp sound as it was hit…

Adel couldn’t help but cheer, then gave Old Man Tong a thumbs-up and eagerly removed the sight from her .22 rifle, pulling Old Man Tong to ask how he managed it.

Shooting targets at around 200 ters at this level isn’t really impressive. The remarkable part is not using a sight and having an indescribable steady rhythm.

Anyone can use a sight, but hitting targets at varying distances requires so skill.

Old Man Tong didn’t consider himself extraordinary; seeing Adel’s eagerness to learn, he happily squatted beside her and patiently taught her how to aim with chanical sights…

This ti no one was spotting for Old Du, so Joe Ga took the initiative to pick up the binoculars, smiling as he said, “Old Du can give it a try too; I’ll spot for you…”

Old Du waved his hand to decline, rubbed the foreend a few tis with his left hand, rubbed his right cheek twice, and before Joe Ga could speak, he decisively racked the bolt and fired three shots in quick succession…

“Bang bang bang”

The tracer bullets accurately hit three chest targets on the ground, making them fall one by one.

Amidst applause, Old Du emptied the chamber and deftly removed the magazine…

Then he placed the gun on the table, took a deep breath, and rubbed his cheek with force…

Joe Ga couldn’t tell if it was his imagination, but he noticed Old Du’s eyes seed to shine!

Seeing Eric clearly trying to slip away, Joe Ga grabbed him and said, “The competition hasn’t started, why are you running?

I’ll give you a chance, ten bullets, you can use a sight…”

Eric couldn’t break free. Resigned, he decided to go all in; amidst booing, he took out a stand and mounted the Constellation Shotgun on it, smirking as he said, “These old Chinese guys are freaks…

The competition is about hit rate; 200 ters, I won’t lose. But at 800 ters, I’d definitely win!”

Joe Ga didn’t mind Eric’s bravado; by modern weapons standards, 200 ters is indeed nothing special, but it was different in the past…

These top snipers, though outdated, are still top hands when they adapt to modern sights.

Old Man Tong had lost his competitive spirit; holding a gun was purely for fun, but Old Du was completely different…

Though he didn’t understand Eric’s language, he could guess Eric’s general aning…

“Joe Ga, tell him I’m up for any challenge he wants to throw…”

Joe Ga paused, then chuckled, “Get familiar with your gun first; this guy relies on better equipnt. For long-range shooting, I’ll fit it with a 6x scope for you…”

Beside him, Old Man Tong grinned and said, “Back then our whole company only had one scope, and only the squad leader was qualified to use it.

This mouthy brat is in for it!”

Old Man Tong, still smiling, glanced at Nis and Kitten beside him and said, “You two can give it a try if you want, to show this old guy his skills aren’t what they used to be, lest he gets hotheaded and does sothing foolish…”

Nis nodded slightly and said, “I enjoy this kind of competition, I’ll call Owl over…”

Old Du seed oblivious to the surrounding noise; he loaded ten bullets into the magazine, adjusted with deep breaths, and suddenly squatted, pulling the trigger…

“Bang bang bang bang…”

The glowing tracer bullets traced clear paths, hitting a row of chest targets standing on a wooden rail…

All ten shots fired at once, taking less than 5 seconds, knocking down those chest targets one by one…

Dorian, returning from training to join the fun, watched this and exclaid, “Shit, is this old guy a sniper or an assault soldier?”

Joe Ga gave Dorian a disdainful glance and said, “You’re the assault soldier; why don’t you give it a go?”

Dorian did step up and try using Old Man Tong’s rifle…

He could hit, but couldn’t achieve that rapid rhythm. He could only fire a shot, pause, then another, and was slower than when using a sight.

This shooting rhythm, ingrained through blood-soaked combat, is sothing those who haven’t experienced it can never learn.

After finishing, Dorian shook his head in frustration, then looked at Eric, who was readying and said, “We shouldn’t compete with antiques on this. The boss’s guns are all precise; 800 ters isn’t safe. At 1200 ters and beyond, that’s where we have a chance!”

Eric looked at Dorian, pointed at his Constellation Shotgun, and said, “Are you kidding? This gun’s range is only 800 ters…

I forgot to bring my CheyTac M200, otherwise I’d definitely win at 1500 ters!”

At this mont, Antar appeared with an AWM. The good-natured sniper looked at Eric as if comforting a child, and said, “Don’t be discouraged, keep improving; you’ll always be a top shooter among hackers.”

Seeing all his top shooters gathered, Joe Ga laughed and let the stubborn Eric chase after Old Du’s performance, then pulled out a scope and handed it to Old Du. He reached for the radio and said, “Gino, release the drones…”

As Joe Ga finished speaking, the sound of drone rotors ca from the roof…

Four drones, with basketball-sized illuminated targets, rose into the sky and flew towards the south side of the manor.

“OK, 900 ters, have fun everyone…”

With that, Joe Ga looked at the glowing Old Du, smiled and said, “Old man, you don’t need to prove anything about your marksmanship…

Have so fun, show everyone the flair of a top shooter. Later, I’ll join you and Old Man Tong for a few more drinks.”