American Fortune Life
Chapter 26: Changes
“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom... ”
The crisp barrel and the sound of hitting the iron target kept ringing, Andy held the pistol with unusually robust hands and fired continuously, and the accuracy slowly improved, slowly approaching the center from the edge of the target, while the shell casing on the ground continued to increase.
“How is that possible?! So you can shoot every shot in the white range of 10 rings?” Hanson said in surprise.
Joseph smiled and looked at Hansen. A copy should look so faint. He understood his boss's perverted physique. His accuracy at the time of the shooting could not be affected by the back seat or anything. There was nothing to be surprised about this achievement.
After shooting the last bullet, Andis pulled out of the magazine without stopping. The continuous shooting did not acidify his wrist, and the effect of the back seat was basically nil.
“Joseph, I'd like to try another Desert Eagle. It feels like Beretta's power is too small, but addictive!” Andy frowned slightly and said to Joseph.
“Oh, good boss.” Joseph smiled and ignored Hansen's surprise, walking back to the long table with Andy, watching Andy pick up the Desert Eagle and put all the sand eagle magazines in a box from the table, saying to Andy, who is still touching the huge body of the sand eagle, "Boss, you basically have mastered the shooting technique, according to your physique, the impact of the sand eagle's backseat won't be great, let's shoot a 20-meter target this time. ”
“Whoo...” Andy was satisfied to turn his back on the sand eagle and exhale satisfactorily.
“Boom! Boom! ”
The Sand Eagle does have a lot of power, and the same afterward sitting power is amazing, but Hanson was surprised to see Andy's arm shaking only slightly and didn't imagine the bullet coming off the target because of the backseat. Looking at Andy firing a gun, he shot the target almost every time, as if the huge backseat force of the sand eagle in his hand had no effect at all, his arm was always slightly trembling, but he knew what kind of backseat force was needed to counteract it.
“Pervert!” Hanson had to whisper to Kenny beside him and say, "Andy's in great shape! ”
“Oh, where to this time, our boss is born with divine powers, you haven't seen him boxing, can only be described as a pervert.” Kenny smiled softly and understood Hanson's surprise.
“Natural power? You've got to be kidding me. Look at him. He doesn't look very powerful.” Hansen doesn't believe in skipping his mouth, he can't see Andy as a gifted man with natural powers.
“What do you know? Do you think you have to exaggerate your muscle mass to look like you have power? The muscles on the boss are all streamlined and full of strength. If you look at the muscle reaction in his arm when he fires, when he practises boxing, the sandbag needs to be replaced in almost three or four days, and the power of that blow is horrible, and Joseph says that his power is perfectly comparable to that of those deltas.” Kenny saw that Hansen could not help but laugh at his ignorance. He and Hansen knew each other and did several missions together in Iraq.
“Tsk, is that what you said?” Hanson smashed his mouth, his eyes squinting at the muscles that arose on Andy's arm, though questionable, and when he heard Kenny speak of Joseph's judgment, he believed that Andy Smith possessed perverse physical qualities.
“Cut, don't bother!” Kenny saw Hansen with a stubborn mouth of a dead duck and cut it with disdain.
After Andy finished the last shot, he moved his lower wrist, shook his lower arm, and just now a slight muscle tightness caused by the huge backseat of the Sand Eagle disappeared, walking to the target of the gun, looking at the messy bullet hole, some of it flashing.
Although he knew he was only a newbie, he had just mastered a tiny bit of the foundation. To be truly proficient in guns and play the power of guns, he could only need constant training to find the feeling and attitude. How can you say that, the shooter is all fed out with bullets!
Andy looked back at all the guns on the long table in the distance, and some of them were unhappy to continue practicing.
“Boss, shooting doesn't take a minute and a half to mastery. Actually, you're doing very well now. There is no rush, the rear seat strength of the gun, ballistic changes and precise fine-tuning of the gun are very complex, different people have different habits, different firearms naturally have different characteristics, ordinary people need to be strictly trained to use the gun skillfully, and if you want to fight accurately and play well, you can use a lot of bullets to feed your senses.” Joseph smiled comfortingly at Andy as he seemed very dissatisfied with his grades.
Andy, of course, understood the logic, calmed down his impatience and said to Joseph, "Well, I get it. Take your time.” Then we started practicing.
Andy played in the club shooting range for a whole day, lunch was also eaten in the club, and for three hours in the afternoon, both wrists felt sour because of his perverted physique, because the huge back seat created when he shot a long gun also made his shoulder a little sore.
Of course, the bruises couldn't escape. Even if he was superhuman, he was also a ROU mortal, not as bad as Vajra, but the constant practice made him feel better and better.
Because of the party at night, Andy walked in Hansen's "You're a monster, you're a pervert” freak's eye and left the Oak Club, leaving behind all kinds of shells and dozens of abandoned iron targets.
Of course, there was a long bill. Andy spent tens of thousands of dollars a day coming down. After all, there was too much bullet, but he didn't care about that money. He wasn't forced to hang himself now. How could a billionaire care about this little money? Although the bill was just printed out with a bit of flesh pain deep inside, after all, some personality changes didn't happen overnight.
With his golden finger, it won't be hard to make money, but spending money needs to learn. A small citizen in a previous life, a rich man in this life, a person who will be on the Forbes list in the future, a subversive transformation of identity, naturally takes time to learn and adapt. Rich people will spend money, rich people will not spend money, and some people will cry for money.
Andy gave himself the principle that he was neither homeless nor dirty, that he should be able to upgrade to the material conditions he deserved whenever he reached the price, that he would not be blindly luxurious, such as buying a few private planes at the same time, taking a bath with a prestigious champagne, bringing an apple watch to a dog, and so on, and pulling hatred and making fun of it or leaving it to those two generations, all he had to do was be a quiet millionaire he secretly enjoyed.
On the way home, because of the excitement and excitement of the guns, he slowly calmed down, leaning quietly on the seat to relieve a slight physical fatigue, but his thoughts drifted to the upcoming party at night, and that restless heart made him unusually overwhelmed.
Longing, tangled, complicated, after all, tonight was his first party, and he made himself a gorgeous party specially prepared for him by his dog's legs, so slightly guilty, and quickly dissipated by the dream of the Great Crystal Palace of the Resident Man, whose inner heart he could only fantasize about in previous life.
There are no conditions in previous life but fantasy. There are conditions and opportunities in this life. Enjoying it without wanting to, is basically equivalent to traveling for nothing and living for nothing.
Look at his little plum, the Wimmi Angel Corps is basically equal to his preparatory crystal palace, change in a few months, the man of the world who doesn't hate him is dying, all kinds of envy, all kinds of needle-sticking paper man, people will be angrier than people!
Shaking his head off, dumping the last hint of his silly innocence, Andy thinking about the famous little bitches who got their horses picked down by little plum guns, had to bite their teeth in the dark to think, “Oh, dude, that's the real winner of life! ”
Upon returning home, she greeted Liu Yan and asked her to prepare some food, then walked into the bathroom, turned on the bathtub water injection switch, took off the already dirty white shirt, looked in the mirror, saw that the place hit by the gun butt was a little bruised, had to wrinkle her eyebrows, because it was white, and after the retrofitting, there was no exaggerated sweat and rough spots, the skin was white and silent, a little bruised was very obvious.
“Have a chance to go to Chinatown and buy some saffron oil or something.” Andy looked at the robust body in the mirror, and the bruising damaged the aesthetic, a little annoyed by the mumbling, and the degree of narcissism was visible.
Vapor evaporated in a luxuriously spacious bathtub, and Andy tried the drain temperature, undressing himself, and slipped into the tub to lie down.
“Hoo ~ ~ ~"
Andy exhaled a bit of turbidity and looked at the slightly reddish skin burned by the hot water, rubbing a bruise gently around his shoulder.
Thinking of the evening party, you have to look at the roaming in the water, a little proud to mumble: “Tonight you open your eyes! You're kind of unique. It's just that TMD is a little white. It's not bullying enough! ”
At first his self-talk didn't feel anything, but he seemed to think of a movie called "My Penis Speaks" that he had seen in his previous life. He had to have a somewhat awkward light-hearted cough, so self-absorbed, no one else.
After a 20-minute bath, he washed away his tiredness, wiped off the water stains with a towel, his naked ass in front of the mirror for a while, rolled a few times under his armpit with CK perfume, a hint of citrus, frost leaves and lavender.
This is also Andy's habit of adapting after the passage. Westerners have large pores and very developed sweat glands. Almost 8, 90 percent of people have odors, so perfume or something is a must, although he doesn't have any odors, wouldn't it be better to have a fresh scent on him?