American Fortune Life

(PS: I can't help it, I've been blocked twice, it's said that I wrote too much, I'm also depressed to death, I'm deleting a lot of inventory content, I'm almost crying, I can't help it.)

Hang up the phone, Andy. Throw the phone on the couch. “Fat fuck, it won't satisfy me tonight. Let's see what I can do for you! ”

Sleeping lazily in the sofa, with two little Dubins lying on the sofa with their left hands, their right hands constantly pressing the remote control to change the stage in search of their favorite TV show.

Joseph walked over with a glass of ice water in his hand and saw Andy looking bored, smiling and asking, “Boss, if you're bored, why don't you go out and take a look around. ”

“Hmm? What good is a hot day like this?” Looking out at the warm sunshine, Andy couldn't bring up any interest, leaving out his mouth and asking, the attributes of his death were irremediable.

Joseph shook his head without a word, his lazy appearance contrasted sharply with the violence at the gym, and his mind flashed, "Boss, why don't we shoot at the club and play with guns! ”

“Bang!” Andy glanced, threw the remote away and stood up excitedly from the couch, "Good idea. How could I not have thought of that! ”

For Andy, who grew up in a forbidden five-star country, he was still very attracted to shooting. Better buy a few guns, wait a few months to hunt at Grandpa's forest farm, think of the scene where he took AK with him, hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to-hip-to hunt in the woods. Mm-hmm. It's so beautiful, I can't even think about it.

“I'll tell Kenny to get the car ready. By the way, boss, have you ever played with guns before?” Joseph's words pulled Andy out of his fantasy.

“Cough, sorry, never touched, totally new.” Andy said with some embarrassment.

“Well, then I know. Shooting is simple, as the boss qualifies, then a little explanation should be enough to master it.” Joseph smiled comfortingly.

He quickly rushed into the locker room, put on a white t-shirt, made old washed white hole jeans, skate shoes, took out a pair of brown Prada sunglasses from the drawer and put them on, rushed into the bathroom, got a little water on his hands and grabbed his hair, his hair was now cut exactly like Bieber's.

Looking at the look in the mirror, the corner of his mouth curled and complacent said: "That's fucking handsome! ”

After speaking to Liu Yan, he couldn't wait to get out of the house and get in the Bentley car, which was already waiting.

The car slowly walked out of the villa and the five or six paparazzi squatting in front of the door did not come around to take pictures, but started the car to follow closely behind the Bentley.

These puppies are swearing, “Damn, this guy finally walked out the door! ”

In Bentley's car, Andy was excited to keep asking Joseph and Kenny about their firearms knowledge and shooting lead, and some silly questions made them cry, only to tell him that they could pick whatever gun they wanted in the club for live shooting, so he wouldn't have to rush.

“I want Magnum revolvers, and Desert Eagle, and, by the way, Cabin and AK47...” Kenny saw the excited hand dancing owner in the mirror and had to turn a white eye when he heard the name of the gun.

“Cough... Boss, don't get excited. This is the first time you've touched a gun. You need to start from the ground up. Magnum and Sandhawk have a lot of power and a lot of sitting power. It's a bit difficult for beginners to grasp...” Joseph, sitting in the passenger seat, smiled back and introduced Andy.

“Ah, well, well, well, let's start with the basics. By the way, Joseph, can I get some guns?” Andy is a little depressed, but keep asking.

“Oh, boss, you need to apply to buy a gun in California, 10 days to respond, and you can't buy a second gun for 30 days, so if boss wants to buy a few guns, it takes time.” Joseph explained softly, seeing Andy look somewhat naughty, and went on to say: "And since 2001, California has banned the sale of offensive firearms, and AK47 is banned. The application is very simple, you can fill out the application at the club you are going to later, and I will look for someone I know so the boss can have your first gun today. ”

“Ha ha, thank you, Joseph. Isn't that cool? That's going to be my first gun. I'm going to buy a Magnum revolver. It's too big!” Andy remembered the big, fat, side-leaking gun that Lori, the super killer who had seen in her previous life, said excitedly.

Joseph and Kenny had to look at each other and see a glimmer of helplessness in each other's eyes while shaking their heads and laughing. Now Andy, where else is the wisdom and perseverance of a talented writer and a billionaire, is just a kid about to get a new toy.

Located in Santa Clarita, Los Angeles, Oak Club is also the most complete shooting club in the outdoor range of Los Angeles, choosing this one, most importantly because it's full of guns, which is attractive for beginners.

When Bentley stopped at the Oak Club door, Joseph quickly stepped out to help Andy open the door, and Andy stepped out to observe the club's environment, which, I don't know, seemed a little deserted.

Due to Andy Five's sensitivity, the sound of gunshots coming from inside the club can also be hidden from time to time.

At this point, a strong man with a beard out of the club lobby, about forty years old, walking at a pace of a veteran, a dozen steps away from Andy and them, said with a laugh, “Joseph, damn it, you haven't seen me in months! ”

Joseph smiled and slapped him in the chest, smiling, “Oh, isn't there a new job? Come on, let me introduce you. This is my boss, Andy Smith, a genius writer! Boss, this is Hanson, head of the Oak Club. ”

“Hello, Andy. Very nice to meet you. Looks like your book is selling well. Joseph's commission isn't cheap! Welcome to the Oak Club.” Hanson reached out and Andy shook his hand, joking.

“Oh, thank you. Nice to meet you.” Andy smiled back.

“Boss, let's go in, it's a little hot out there. By the way, Hanson, this is the first time my boss touches a gun. Don't hide your good guns!” When Joseph saw Kenny pull over and walked over, he said to Andy and Hanson.

“Ha ha, no problem, as long as there are guns here, just play.” Hansen laughed and patted Joseph on the shoulder, saying.

“Don't bother, I'm new, let's start with the basics.” Andy exclaimed that his face wasn't that thick when someone else's collection of guns made him a novice.

“Oh, the boss doesn't have to be polite with Hansen, me and him are brothers.” Joseph seemed to know what Andy was thinking, smiling.

“Yeah, we're brothers!” Hanson smiled at Joseph when he finished, apparently a good pair of friends with a story.

Kenny also caught up in the talking room, and four people in a row came to the lobby filled with all kinds of firearms.

There were confusion, handguns of all calibres placed in the display cabinet, long guns made in various countries, ranging from rifles to sniper guns, and everything.

Hansen smiled and introduced Andy to the caliber and origin of all kinds of firearms, handing him the object to make him feel the touch and weight of the firearm. Although some of the guns looked old, Andy caressed every overhand gun with love.

The other three people looked at Andy and laughed at him, why didn't they try it the first time they touched the gun?

Next, with Joseph's help, Andy filled out an application for a gun, swiped a card and bought a Magnum revolver, and when he got it, Andy held it in his hand and stroked the bully's body, obsessed with it from time to time.

It wasn't until Hanson took them into his office and looked at the boutique guns in there that he came back to God.

Seeing that Andy picked out a dozen different types of long and short guns just like a kid would like to see a toy, Hansen had an unnatural slight twitch in the corner of his mouth and came to the range with Andy's picked guns and a few boxes of bullets with the help of the staff.

Placing dozens of guns on a long table, Hanson picked up a pistol and began to dismantle it quickly, giving Andy a very serious start in explaining the basics and precautions of all kinds of guns.

“Whoo...” After patiently listening to the introduction and precautions, Andy slowly extended his hand to pick up a silver white barrel of Beretta 92F.

“Boss, this is a Beretta 92F pistol, developed in 1985 by the Italian company Beretta, that fires 9mm Mipara Bellum ammunition, 217mm in length, 0.96kg in empty, 333.7m in initial speed, 50m in effective range and is the most famous pistol in the world.” Joseph showed Andy how to use it, while introducing it.

“Boss, this is your first time studying shooting, and I suggest you start with a 15-meter target.” Joseph corrected Andy's gun grip posture, suggesting.

“Okay, we're on our way. I can't wait!” Andy held the gun and put it in a shooting position, corrected by Joseph, very standard and eager to say.

Joseph smiled, picking up several magazines on the table that had already been stamped by the staff, walked Andy towards an iron human target and came to the target fifteen meters. Andy picked up the magazine, plugged it into the magazine, loaded it, opened the safe, and held the pistol in the standard position he had already mastered, waiting downward at the gunpoint.

“Whoo...” Calm and calm, Andy looked at Joseph beside his eyes, who gave him an encouraging look, holding the pistol firmly in his hands and pointing it at the target fifteen meters away.

The aim point of the pistol is based on the ballistic characteristics of the bullet, which is followed by parabolic motion, while Andy's Beretta is a craft with a high JING level of shooting, plus the precise shooting distance of the pistol is between 10 and 15 meters, so basically it means where to hit.

This information clearly came to Andy's mind, as Joseph had just said, and after a slight blink of his eyes, Andy pulled the trigger decisively.

“Pfft! Pfft...” The crisp gunshots and the sound of hitting an iron target rang, Joseph nodded satisfactorily beside him, and his boss, though a newbie, was amazing at the speed of his mastery.