Chapter 15 Highly Targeted_1

Life is unpredictable, sometimes happiness arrives quite unexpectedly.

Even though it was mentioned yesterday about the rifle shooting, Gao Guang never dreamed the team-building activity of King's Defense Company would be a shooting event, where a group of men joyfully unleashed their firepower on an outdoor range.

So today wasn't about Gao Guang and John, but about five people who all showed up at the range bright and early.

"Today we're having a competition, let me explain the rules to you. Today's theme is rifle shooting. Everyone gets three tries, thirty bullets each time. First round with the AR, second with the AK, and the third is a rifle of your choice, but it has to be a small caliber assault rifle from a hundred meters away, no auxiliary aiming devices allowed."

Frank announced the rules, then turned to Gao Guang with a smile, "You're lucky, catching our group activity on your first day of employment."

Gao Guang nodded enthusiastically in response.

"There are rewards for winning, and punishment for losing. The first place gets a hundred US Dollar reward, and the person in last place pays for it. Additionally, the very last one has to buy a round of beers for everyone."

After Frank finished, he turned to Gao Guang and said, "It's your first time joining us, so we'll let you shoot first. Any problems with that?"

That's when John suddenly interjected, "I want to raise the stakes, today's last place has to treat everyone to lunch."

Rubber said lazily, "Since everyone's raising the stakes, I'll add one too, last place gets to clean the guns."

Gao Guang felt this so-called shooting contest was very targeted.

"I've never shot a rifle before, so is it okay if I don't compete?"

Gao Guang wanted to shoot, but he didn't want to compete.

Frank replied with a smile, "You can choose not to participate, but if you do, you're treated as the last place."

Gao Guang was speechless, now feeling more than ever that the competition was extremely targeted.

Frank tapped on the shooting table and said with a smile, "If there are no objections, then let's start. You go first."

If it had to be a competition, then so be it. Gao Guang picked up the rifle with one hand and a magazine with the other, inserted the magazine into its slot, pulled the charging handle, then rested the gun on the table, aimed at a hundred-meter target, and fired.

Gao Guang's first time was with the AR15, and it felt good.

The AR15 is actually the civilian version of the M16 or M4 family. When encountering unknown brands and models of civilian M4, referring to them as AR15s is generally correct.

Then, Gao Guang started to aim carefully and fired cautiously. After twenty-five shots, he realized there were no more bullets in the magazine.

It was agreed thirty shots each round, so why were there only twenty-five bullets in the magazine? Gao Guang was speechless. He had to interrupt his shooting, search for the magazine release button, clumsily replaced the magazine, and then fired five more shots.

John and Frank exchanged a look and nodded at each other. Then Frank called out from behind, "Now switch to the AK, stand and shoot."

An AKM lay on the table. Gao Guang set down the AR, stood up, picked up the AK, and on his first try, failed to insert the magazine correctly, but on his second attempt, he managed to get it in. Then, with his left hand, he attempted to pull the charging handle, but his hand slipped before he flipped the gun over, and used his left hand to pull the right side charging handle of the AK rifle.

The charging handle of the AR is at the rear, usually pulled with the left hand before firing. The AK's charging handle is on the right, meaning to pull the bolt carrier, either reach under with the left hand or flip the gun sideways. Those used to ARs would definitely find AKs awkward, and vice versa.

Even for someone familiar with both guns, there would be a habitual way of charging the rifle, and to the discerning eye, this habit is one of the iconic actions that differentiate sides.

This is an inside joke known only to old military enthusiasts.

And Gao Guang's performance demonstrated he was familiar with both types of guns, yet his actions were awkward.

Frank nodded at Joey, and without saying anything, Joey took out a gun case.

After thirty shots with the AKM, Gao Guang didn't know how many points he scored, for there was no automatic scoring system this time.

Sighing softly, Gao Guang placed the AKM on the table, turned around, and said, "For the weapon of choice, I pick... the FAMAS?"

Gao Guang didn't expect Joey to bring out a Type 97 rifle.

Although the Type 97 is the export version of the Type 95, with a caliber changed to 5.56mm, completely losing the essence of the Type 95, at least the two rifles are quite similar in appearance.

"I don't like this rifle, it feels weird to hold, changing the magazine feels like constipation. Although it's indeed short, it's just like the FAMAS, they're both trash,"

Joey said with disdain, then turned to Gao Guang, "If you can score fifty points, even if you're the last today, I will pay the money for you, but I believe you can't do it."

Why is someone betting again? And, badmouthing a rifle doesn't seem like something a pro would do—it's too targeted.

Gao Guang's expression became odd. Noticing his expression, Frank casually remarked, "George, don't disturb Gao's shooting. You might not be the last one this time."

Joey's real name is George, and Joey is his code name, not a nickname, because George's nickname is Stingy, but George really hates this nickname; anyone who calls it ends up getting an earful.

What George's nickname is very important because there are no wrong nicknames, only wrong given names.

Now, why would a famed stingy person bet out of the blue? And the stake is a rifle worth at least a few hundred US dollars?

Gao Guang didn't want to agree to this highly targeted bet; he felt it was a trap. But after thinking it through, he nodded and said, "All right, I'll shoot the Type 97."

Gao Guang had a poor impression of the Type 95 and 97 because the internet said these rifles have a high aiming base and troublesome magazine changes, and smoke from the gunfire stings the eyes. However, he knew he had no right to criticize without having personally used it; whether to praise or curse, one can't just talk based on pictures.

So Gao Guang wanted to give it a try. Even if it was a trap, he was willing to fall into it, because if these people had any intentions of setting him up, he wouldn't be able to avoid it now anyway.

He took the rifle from Joey's hands, loaded the bullets into the magazine one by one, aimed at the target, and began shooting.

The feel wasn't as bad as the legends said; he could hardly notice the high aiming base. The grip wasn't as comfortable as an AR, but the shooting sensation was much better than an AK.

With Gao Guang's very limited knowledge, he thought the Type 97 wasn't bad.

After firing thirty bullets, Gao Guang put down the rifle. Frank then smiled and said, "Go get your target paper, let's count together."

Gao Guang eagerly ran off to get his target paper. Once he was a good distance away, Frank suddenly commented, "He seems very familiar with each gun, but quite clumsy in actual operation. This is typical of someone with theoretical knowledge but a lack of practical experience. So, my judgment is that he really hasn't had military experience."

After pondering for a moment, John finally nodded and said, "All right, I also think he's never shot a rifle before."

Rubber asserted without hesitation, "He definitely hasn't shot a gun before, we can skip the cleaning step for him."

George agreed, "I concur, then he can be trusted. Can we continue implementing our plan?"

Frank spoke quietly, "We still don't know if he's willing to join. Stop talking about it; I'll find a chance to ask him."

Gao Guang came running back with three target papers. Unlike yesterday, he performed well this time, but not as miraculously.

He scored 60 with the AR, 47 with the AK47, and 52 with the Type 97. These are decent scores for a beginner, but not too strong, basically sitting at the higher end of a newcomer's level, though still quite far from a genius. To put it simply, they were average.

Frank took Gao Guang's target paper, looked at it for a while, then said, surprisingly, "You shoot rifles worse than pistols? Huh, not bad, getting this result on the first try is okay."

Gao Guang was quite satisfied, but just as he was about to speak, George's cell phone suddenly rang. He answered the call and after a few words, he immediately said to Frank, "Bad news, we have to go back to the company, someone broke into a client's house."

Frank quickly said, "Really? Then we have to cancel today's competition, we need to go back immediately."

The four of them didn't hesitate to start packing up the rifles they had brought, while Gao Guang watched, feeling that they seemed to just want to see him shoot.

Then, Frank's phone rang. With the phone in one hand and a gun in the other, he said, "What's up? What? Really? We'll head back right now!"

After hanging up, Frank's face was extremely grave as he said, "There's really trouble, let's go back immediately, and fast!"