Chapter 61 Shooting Range

Looking at Li Changheng's hesitant expression, Will suddenly expected that he would not be able to accept it, and after killing innocent people by mistake, he would blame the innocent people for the reason.

This at least shows that Li Changheng's family and growth environment are normal.

But Li Changheng was only silent for less than ten seconds, and said in an affirmative tone, "Sheriff, you must have heard me when I ordered him to raise his hand, right?"

"When, of course".

Will suppressed the helplessness in his heart, and patted Li Changheng on the shoulder with a smile. Now he really mistook Li Changheng for not being a child born and raised in a normal family.

Thinking of the New York Mafia, the Irish Gang and other forces, Will's heart trembled violently.

"Don't worry, it will take at least an hour to call for support. We have plenty of time to discuss the case."

"That's good," Li Changheng nodded with a smile.

As for why Li Changheng accepted it so easily, it was entirely because he was an orphan in both lifetimes.

Just being an orphan all his life, it can still be said that he has a bad life, working hard to be strong, and being a good person and a rich person is completely normal.

But both lives are the same, so don't expect Li Changheng to be so kind.

100% egoist, if not outright bad.

Li Changheng continued to be a policeman in order to find trouble for Will and use Ryan to divert his eyes from Rambo.

The two carried long guns and carried a whole pack of ammunition, and Will also learned his lesson and brought the shotgun with binoculars in the police station.

After driving away from the police station, to Li Changheng's surprise, Will went to a convenience store and sold a keg of canned beer before heading out of town.

After driving south for half an hour, the car came to the Horn shooting range outside the town.

Parking the car more than 20 meters away from a small wooden two-story villa, Will turned on the loudspeaker of the police car, got off and stood by the car door.

Holding the walkie-talkie, he said, "Horn, this is Will, this is Will, please move your gun away after hearing this, and don't point it at me again."

Not long after, Li Changheng, whose eyesight had been strengthened a lot because of his body, saw a vague figure grabbing it from a distant hillside in the dark night.

Ten meters away, the man with the gun cursed angrily, "Damn Will, what am I trying to do here so late?"

"Don't worry," Will replied loudly, "I'm sure I'm not looking for trouble for you."

Leaving the intercom microphone still on the car seat, Will said to Li Changheng, "Henry, don't get out of the car without my notice, understand?"

Then he greeted Horn with a displeased face with a smile.

A few minutes later, Li Changheng, who was notified, got out of the car and opened the trunk, carrying an M16 and a Winchester M70 shotgun with a 3-9x scope on his back.

This M70 can be said to be a model of the most commonly used and successful shotgun-to-sniper rifle in the United States from the 1940s to the 1980s.

It was not until the M24 modified from the Remington M700 shotgun appeared that it quit the ranks of sniper rifles and became a more popular shotgun than the Remington M700 among civilian shotguns.

Li Changheng carried the Winchester M70 on his back, a keg of beer in one hand, and a whole pack of bullets in the other, and walked towards Will and Horn.

"Is this the new rookie you're talking about?"

"It doesn't matter if you are a rookie or not, you help me train and teach him to shoot."

Horn looked at Will in puzzlement, saw that Will's face was serious, he didn't seem to be joking, he hesitated for a moment before solemnly nodding.

"Let's go, it happens to be quiet at night, and in the afternoon I hunted a wild boar in the mountains, and taught novices while eating barbecue and drinking beer."

"Damn it, I knew you bastard wouldn't be honest".

Will scolded Horn who was leading the way, then turned to Li Changheng and said, "Henry, don't tell about Horn's hunting in the mountains."

"Don't worry, Sergeant, my mouth has always been strict."

Li Changheng instantly understood that the middle-aged man in front hadn't purchased a hunting license.

And the small town policemen like Will will turn a blind eye, probably for the convenience of coming to the shooting range to practice guns, and enjoy a free barbecue by the way.

Entering the shooting range, Li Changheng glanced around.

This is not so much a shooting range as it is a private residence built under the hillside.

Standing in the backyard of the villa, the farthest target that can be seen in the dark is built on the hillside a hundred meters away.

Then you can see targets of 10 meters, 30 meters, and 50 meters in turn. The gunners stand in the backyard of the villa and shoot directly with the gun.

Li Changheng handed the beer to Horn, and according to his instructions, put the ammunition for the weapon on a row of wooden tables in the backyard, and then began to reload the ten clips of the M16.

It was the first time for him to load the clips. Not only did he load 30 rounds slowly at the beginning, but it was easier for Will and Horn to see that he had never touched a firearm.

But after loading 5 magazines, the speed is obviously different. Not only is it twice as fast, but Horn and Will, who are sitting five or six meters away, eating barbecue and drinking wine glasses, can't help being surprised looked at each other.

Will turned his head and asked Horn in a low voice, "Dude, can you tell if Henry really hasn't played with guns, or is he pretending?"

"It's definitely not pretending."

Horn stared at Li Changheng's hand confidently, "I have been a sergeant major for 6 years, and I teach basically all recruits, so you can tell at a glance whether they are rookies or not.

Like the 18- and 9-year-old recruits from New York, Massachusetts, New Jersey, etc., where guns are strictly prohibited, the child's finger muscle memory when reloading cannot be used.

However, he is very smart, or the coordination of his hands is very good.

A normal person's proficiency in reloading a thousand rounds, he only needs a hundred and fifty rounds."

After hearing this, Will couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

If I, an adult in my 40s, was cheated by a young man under the age of 18, I would be ashamed.

Not long after Will and Horn muttered, Li Changheng put down the tenth loaded magazine, turned around and looked at the two greasy middle-aged men sitting on the recliner.

After drinking the beer in the glass in one gulp, Horn stood up and turned on the switch in the wooden house, and saw 5 light bulbs light up between the backyard and the hillside.

Li Changheng squinted his eyes and looked at the hillside 200 meters away. There was only a human-shaped target standing upright, and the target was so dark that it was probably a heavy cast iron target.

Think about it for a while and you will understand.

This is just a small town surrounded by mountains. Even if ordinary people go hunting, they rarely shoot at targets 200 meters away.

Because in the mountains, it is difficult to have a straight-line distance of 200 meters without being blocked by trees, bushes, and shrubs.

As for the folk shooting competitions in the United States, even in the 21st century, they are generally pistol and rifle competitions, and sniper rifles are the items of the military and law enforcement agencies.

And 200 meters is almost the limit of sight that ordinary gunners can aim at their prey.

Horn first taught Li Changheng how to load the magazine, how to open the safety, how to load and safety matters, and then how to stand, how to hold the gun, and how to counteract the recoil.

Ten minutes later, Li Changheng, who had learned how to dismantle a gun and assemble an M16, finally got the approval to aim the M16 at a target ten meters away.