When everyone got off the car, the first thing they saw was an old white man in a white dress standing at the door of the villa. The old man was in good spirits and looked very strong. His hair and beard were all gray, but he gave people a refreshing feeling.

When the old man saw a group of women, he frowned. Apparently, he didn't agree to let them come because he didn't want a large group of stowaways to appear in his villa.

"Hello, dear Mr. John, I am Zhang Yang. Your friend asked me to say hello to you on his behalf." Zhang Yang walked to the old man's side very politely, with a respectful expression on his face.

Inexplicably, Su Dafeng, Ruan Wenwu, and the group of girls all had an illusion.

Zhang Yang suddenly changed, from a quiet, quiet and ordinary person to an extraordinary person. His every move gave people an elegant aristocratic atmosphere, and even an enchanting atmosphere.

"Yes, indeed, these hands are the hands holding the gun!" The old man held Zhang Yang's hand without letting go, lowering his head and murmuring, with a look of surprise on his face.

Zhang Yang smiled and said nothing, while Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu looked at each other in surprise. They never thought that Zhang Yang would be a gunman.

Undoubtedly, the old man's words and Zhang Yang's noncommittal expression have proved that Zhang Yang is a shooter, and a very powerful shooter. Otherwise, as an old man, he would not be praised so much.

Of course, none of them knew, and the old man just guessed that a strong general has no weak soldiers, and his old friend's apprentice was naturally powerful. In John's eyes, a third-rate killer that Zhang Yang thought was already very powerful. After all, he was a failure.

The killer.

…

Amid Su Dafeng's confusion, a group of women were taken to the conference room to rest, and several men followed the old man to a small reception room.

In the reception room, Su Dafeng went straight in and quickly conquered the old man with his ideas, and the two reached a cooperation agreement.

In fact, what Su Dafeng relies on is very simple. He can find the source of illegal immigrants in mainland China, while Ruan Wenwu can find a steady stream of women illegal immigrants in Vietnam. All the old man needs to provide is to pick them up in the United States. With the old man

With the power, this is a piece of cake.

Of course, the conclusion of this agreement was related to the fact that the old man had already peeked into the smuggling business. In fact, the appearance of Su Dafeng meant that someone gave the old man a pillow when he wanted to sleep, and they hit it off!

From beginning to end, Zhang Yang remained silent and did not participate in the negotiations between Su Dafeng and John. In fact, there was no need for Zhang Yang to participate. It has to be said that Su Dafeng is a talent. He already has a comprehensive plan, including the formulation of routes, shares

He has a complete plan for the allocation of personnel and personnel. However, it can be seen from the allocation of manpower in the plan that Su Dafeng's manpower is a bit stretched...

"Okay, boys, the business is successful. We will discuss some details later. Now, I will take you to a place that young people like."

The old man stood up, waved his hand and walked out first.

Everyone looked at me and I at a loss, only Zhang Yang had a smile on his face. It seemed that this old man who had failed as a killer in the past was still brooding...

Sure enough, as Zhang Yang expected, the old man took them to the basement. The basement turned out to be a shooting range, with various weapons hanging on the walls that were breathtaking.

Various submachine guns, rifles, sniper rifles, pistols, and even heavy weapons such as individual rocket launchers...

Even Zhang Yang felt dumbfounded. There were so many weapons here. This one was not a hobby for collecting weapons. It was almost like an arsenal.

Yes, it's an arsenal!

Box after box of bullets and row upon row of guns can only be properly described with the word "arsenal."

"Everyone can choose any weapon they like. There are targets over there." The old man took a silver-yellow-handled pistol from the weapons shelf and said.

"Da da da da..."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a light machine gun in Su Dafeng's hand had already fired at the shooting range. The dense bullets poured onto the target like a violent storm, and the target was smashed into pieces.

Fortunately, this basement seems to be made of special sound-absorbing building materials. Although the sound of shooting is loud, it is not deafening, and of course, it is not uncomfortable.

However, no one seems to have the habit of wearing headphones. You must know that people who are really interested in shooting like to hear the sound of bullets being fired. From that dense sound, they can release their hormones and let their body organs get the maximum pleasure...

"That's good, young man. The recoil of this machine gun is very strong. You can actually control the bullets to shoot within a certain range. It's very good..."

"Um...hehe..." Su Dafeng rubbed his body and laughed. He had suffered a secret loss just now. The huge recoil made him feel like his bones were falling apart.

"Zhang Yang, how about we compete and shoot at the fixed target first?"

"please!"

Zhang Yang leaned over slightly and smiled, and kept stroking some weapons with his palms. His suppressed thoughts and soul were about to move. Obviously, this huge number and variety of guns and ammunition made the memory and thinking in his mind active. Of course,

This kind of activity is completely under the control of Zhang Yang. Regardless of martial arts or firearms skills, Zhang Yang can control it freely, but it is those ideological things that cannot be completely controlled.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

…

Six bullets were fired in succession, and the electronic display next to it showed that four bullets hit the ninth ring, and two bullets hit the eighth ring.

Although this result is average, I have to say that under such continuous shooting conditions and just picking up a gun to achieve such results, it is already very good.

"Fake Squid, missed the red heart again!" The old man cursed in disappointment and put down his gun, signaling Zhang Yang to shoot.

Zhang Yang did not take the gun again, but took the old man's gun in his hand and touched it gently, his eyes lit up.

"What a gun!" Zhang Yang praised.

"Do you know him?" the old man said with a smile.

"American Colt Python revolver. This gun is one of the commemorative guns produced in 1986 to celebrate the 150th anniversary of the founding of Colt. There are only 1,000 limited editions. Its characteristics are: the magazine wheel shaft sheath under the barrel is extended.

At the muzzle of the gun, tilt the center of gravity forward and overcome the upward tilt." Zhang Yang carefully loaded the bullets one by one and murmured.

"Well, you are worthy of being his apprentice." The old man laughed heartily and said, "If you like it, I can give you this gun."

"Dear Mr. John, thank you for your kindness. This gun is more suitable for you to store here, not for killing people." Zhang Yang smiled. He was very clear about the management of firearms in the United States. Limited edition guns like this are well documented.

It can be verified that most people would not use this kind of gun to kill people.

"Haha, that's true." The old man nodded.

At this time, Su Dafeng and Ruan Wenwu, who had been looking at Zhang Yang, couldn't help but look shocked. They didn't expect that Zhang Yang, a weak scholar, would know so much about firearms. However, the two of them almost had the same idea: maybe Zhang Yang was just right about a revolver.

Maybe he knows a lot about pistols...

At this time, Zhang Yang had already raised his pistol. As he slowly raised the gun, the underground shooting range became particularly depressing. Every pair of eyes was fixed on those steady hands, waiting with bated breath.

Flaunt shooting.
Chapter completed!