Chapter 25 Firing.

John hung up the phone and slammed it on the sofa, furious, "Damn fat man, if you don't satisfy me tonight, see how I deal with you!"

He sat down on the sofa, his left hand taunting the two small Dobermans laying on it, and his right hand continued to press the remote control to change channels in search of his favorite TV shows.

Joseph approached, holding a glass of icy water. Seeing John's bored expression, he smiled and said, "Boss, if you're bored, why don't you go for a walk?"

"Huh? "Where can we go on such a hot day?"

John was completely uninterested in the scorching sun outside. He curved his lips and asked in a coquettish manner. His otaku characteristics were beyond redemption.

Joseph simply shook his head and laughed. His sluggish demeanor contrasted sharply with the ferocity of the exercise. He had an idea: "Boss, why don't we play guns at the shooting club?"

"Bang!" John's eyes blazed, he flung away the remote control, and jumped up from the sofa, exclaiming, "What a great idea, why didn't I think of it!"

John, who grew up in a five-star country where guns are illegal, yet has a strong desire to shoot. It would be wise to get some rifles and wait a few months before going hunting on his grandfather's woodland farm. The idea of carrying an AK in his hand, a sand eagle around his waist, guiding two Dobermans, creating a hunting scene in the woods...

Well, the image is too lovely to ponder about anymore.

"I'm going to have Kenny ready the automobile. By the way, boss, have you ever played with a gun? Joseph's remarks jolted John out of his fantasy.

"Ahem, sorry, I've never been in contact with it before, I'm a complete novice." John said with discomfort.

"Okay, then I understand. Shooting is quite simple. With the boss's credentials, you should be able to grasp it with a little help before then." Joseph grinned and comforted.

He ran into the cloakroom and changed into a white T-shirt, damaged white pants, and sneakers. He selected a pair of brown Prada sunglasses from his drawer and put them on. Then he dashed into the restroom, splashing water on his hands. He scratched his hair. His current haircut is exactly like Justin Bieber's.

Looking in the mirror, he raised the corners of his mouth and remarked narcissistically, "So damn handsome!"

After speaking with Liu Yan, she couldn't wait to leave the house and enter the Bentley that was already waiting.

The car drove slowly out of the villa, and the five or six paparazzi guarding the door did not crowd around to take shots. Instead, they started the automobile and drove closely behind the Bentley.

The paparazzi were cursing, "Damn it, this guy is finally willing to leave the house!"

In the Bentley, John began asking Joseph and Kenny about weapons knowledge and shooting techniques. Some ridiculous questions made both of them laugh and cry. They could only tell him that at the club, he could choose any pistol he wanted for live ammo shooting and asked him not to rush.

"I want the Magnum revolver, the Desert Eagle, yes, yes, the carbine and the AK47..."

Kenny noticed the happy boss dancing in the rearview mirror and rolled his eyes when he heard the name of the pistol he mentioned.

"Ahem...Boss, do not get enthusiastic. This is your first experience with guns. You must begin with the most fundamental concepts. Magnum and Sand Eagle are extremely powerful and have a high recoil. They are somewhat tough for novices to learn. difficulty..."

Joseph, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and introduced John with a sour look.

"Ah, that's it; okay, let's start with the basics. By the way, Joseph, can I purchase a few guns?" John felt a little depressed, but he kept asking.

"Haha, boss, you need to apply to get a firearm in California. You will receive a response within ten days. You are not permitted to purchase a second firearm within thirty days. So, boss, buying a couple guns will take some time."

Joseph grinned and stated, noticing John's apprehension, "Furthermore, since 2001, California has banned the sale of assault-type rifles, including the AK47. The application is straightforward, and you'll be there shortly. You may fill out the paperwork at the club, and then I'll find an acquaintance and give you your first gun today, boss."

"Haha, thank you, Joseph; isn't that cool? That'll be my first gun. I am going to buy a Magnum revolver. It appears so overpowering!"

John exclaimed enthusiastically as he remembered the dominant large gun held by the super-killing girl Lolita from his past existence.

Joseph and Kenny couldn't help but stare at each other, sensing a trace of helplessness in one other's eyes, while shaking their heads and giggling together.

Now, John lacks the wisdom and restraint of a brilliant writer and billionaire. He is exactly like a youngster who is going to receive a new toy.

The Oak Club is located in Santa Clarita, Los Angeles. It is also the shooting club with the most extensive outdoor ranges in Los Angeles. The main reason for picking this club is that it provides a fairly extensive selection of weaponry, which is highly appealing to beginners.

When the Bentley arrived at the Oak Club, Joseph instantly jumped out and assisted John in opening the door. After getting out of the automobile, John took in the atmosphere of the club. It appeared a little lonesome amid the open space.

John's heightened senses allowed him to barely hear gunfire coming from the club on occasion.

At this point, a large man with a beard emerged from the club hall. He was approximately forty years old. According to his walking pace, he was a retired military. He was more than ten steps away from John and the others when he chuckled and shouted, "Joseph, damn it, you haven't seen me for months!"

Joseph smiled as he walked forward to high-five the other individual. He smiled and asked, "Haha, isn't this a new job? Come on, let me to present you. This is John Smith, my boss and a fantastic writer! Boss, this is Hansen, the Oak Club's director.

"Hi, John. It's fantastic to meet you. It appears that your publications are selling well, and Joseph's commission is not inexpensive! "Welcome to The Oak Club."

Hansen joked as he stretched out to shake John's hand.

"Haha, thank you, nice to meet you." John responded with a smile.

"Boss, let's go inside; it's a little hot outside. By the way, Hansen, this is my boss's first time handling a rifle. "Don't hide your good guns!"

When Joseph saw Kenny park his car and come over, he told John and Hansen.

"Haha, no problem, as long as it's a gun here, you can play with it whatever you want." Hansen grinned, clapped Joseph on the shoulder, and spoke firmly.

"There's no need to go to so much trouble. I'm a beginner, therefore I'd better start with the basics." John declined. He wasn't thick-skinned enough to let a rookie damage others' rifle collections.

"Haha, boss, you don't have to be polite to Hansen, he and I are brothers." Joseph seemed to understand what John was thinking and smiled.

"Yes, we are brothers!" After Hansen finished speaking, he and Joseph exchanged smiles. They were clearly good buddies with a story.

While discussing, Kenny caught up, and a group of four people entered the hall armed with various firearms.

It was amazing to see handguns of various calibers displayed in exhibition cabinets, and the walls were covered with long guns made by many countries, ranging from rifles to sniper rifles.

Hansen smiled as he introduced John to the calibers and origins of various rifles, taking out actual things and handing them to him so he could feel the touch and weight of the firearms.

Although some of the guns appeared to be old, John couldn't put them down and fondled each one he passed.

When the other three people realized John couldn't put it down, they all smiled. They looked like this when they first touched the pistol.

Next, with the assistance of Joseph, John completed a gun purchase application, swiped his card, and purchased a Magnum revolver. After receiving the rifle, John continued to hold it in his palm, stroking the overpowering gun body back and forth. Still giggling with infatuation.

Hansen only came to his senses after bringing them into his office and seeing the beautiful weaponry there.

Hansen's mouth twisted slightly abnormally as he watched John choose out more than a dozen various long and short firearms like a child selecting his favorite toy. He came at the range with the guns John had chosen, as well as many boxes of rounds.

After setting more than a dozen guns on a long table one by one, Hansen grabbed a revolver and began hastily disassembling it. He began carefully explaining to John the fundamentals of weapons and safety considerations.

"Phew..." After calmly listening to the introduction and precautions, John slowly stretched out and grabbed a silver-white Beretta 92f.

"Boss, this is a Beretta 92f pistol designed by the Italian Beretta Company in 1985. It fires 9 mm Parabellum bullets, has a total length of 217 mm, an empty gun weight of 0.96 kg, a muzzle velocity of 333.7 meters per second, and an effective range of 50 meters, making it the most famous handgun in the world.

Joseph introduced it while teaching John how to utilize it.

"Boss, this is your first time learning how to shoot. I recommend that you start with a target position of fifteen meters. Joseph advised, correcting John's gun-holding position.

"Okay, let's go there now, I can't wait!" John raised the gun and into a firing stance. Under Joseph's correction, he responded eagerly and with very high standards.

Joseph smiled, picked up a few magazines pressed by the staff on the table, and took John to an iron human-shaped gun target. When they got fifteen meters from the target, John took the mags. Insert the magazine, load the bullet, activate the safety, and hold the pistol in the usual stance you've learned, muzzle down and ready.

"Huh..." The calm John looked at Joseph beside him, who gave him an encouraging look as he firmly clutched the pistol in both hands and directed at the target fifteen meters away.

The pistol's aiming point difficulty is dependent on the projectile's ballistic characteristics. After exiting the chamber, the bullet goes in a parabolic trajectory. John's Beretta is of great quality, with excellent shooting accuracy. Furthermore, the pistol's accurate firing distance ranges from ten to fifteen meters, indicating where to hit.

This information was definitely present in John's head. This is what Joseph just stated. John squinted his eyes slightly before pulling the trigger.

"Crack! Bang..."

The precise sound of gunfire and the impact on the iron target rang out. Joseph nodded with delight. Despite the fact that his employer was a rookie, his mastery speed was somewhat astounding.