I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!!"

Li Ang and Liu Yue were completely unaware of what was happening when they suddenly heard a violent cough coming from beside them.

Turning around, they saw Kevin staring at them with a mournful expression.

"Hey, you two! Please control your hormones! I'm still right here!!"

Kevin continued indignantly:

"This is a fucking underground shooting range! Not a motel! If you want to eat, can't you wait until after you've finished shooting practice?"

Even though Liu Yue is thick-skinned and bold, she couldn't help but feel a little shy at this moment.

Li Ang, however, was even more shameless and audacious, and chuckled as if nothing had happened:

"I'm sorry, Kevin, you know how we young people are. I hope you can understand."

"Alright, alright, I don't want to hear your nonsense. Just teach me already, I'm going out to open a shop!"

Kevin frowned and waved at Liu Yue:

"As for you, go stand aside and keep an eye on things. Don't move around. Once I'm gone, you can do whatever you want with me."

Liu Yue blushed and obediently stood aside.

Kevin, with a sour face, took out goggles and earmuffs from his bag and threw them to Li Ang and Liu Yue, then demonstrated to them how to put them on.

The reason for wearing goggles is that the Glock 19, as a semi-automatic pistol, ejects its spent cartridges very forcefully, resulting in very high temperatures and speeds, making them easy to hit the face.

At the same time, there is a risk that gunpowder gas, metal fragments, sand and dust will be blown towards the shooter by the airflow during firing.

Earmuffs, on the other hand, can protect everyone's hearing in a sealed cellar.

It should be noted that the sound of a handgun gun is usually between 140 and 170 decibels, far exceeding the human safety threshold of 85 decibels.

Practicing shooting without protection for a long time can easily cause permanent hearing loss.

Therefore, proper shooting ranges will require the wearing of protective gear.

After taking precautions, Kevin tossed the pistol to Li Ang.

Li Ang reacted swiftly, easily and accurately catching the gun in mid-air.

It was quite natural for him to point the gun at the target at the far end of the cellar.

Kevin nodded approvingly and said:

"Not bad, you know that the muzzle of a gun should only be pointed at the enemy. You have a real talent for shooting."

After saying that, Kevin walked closer to Li Ang, leaned against Li Ang's side, and helped Li Ang adjust his gun-holding posture.

"Clench your right fist, with the base of your thumb pressed against this area, and extend your index finger outwards. Wrap your left hand around it, locking both hands tightly. Keep your wrists straight, don't bend your arms, and relax your shoulders."

"Yes, that's it, you did a great job!"

Following Kevin's instructions, Li Ang kept adjusting his posture.

His years of experience practicing rugby have given him excellent control over his arms and wrists.

Once I picked up the gun and practiced for a short while, I felt like I could control it perfectly.

Even Kevin, who prides himself on being a street arms expert, couldn't find fault with the pose he made.

"Great gift, Sherry! You're a real shooting genius, kid!"

Kevin raised an eyebrow, somewhat shocked by Li Ang's talent.

He took out a magazine, tore open the cardboard box, took out the bullets, and inserted them into the magazine.

He took the gun back from Li Ang, loaded it into the magazine, and cocked it.

He then handed the gun to Li Ang, pointed to the torn target paper on the target ten meters away, and said to Li Ang:

"See that bullseye? Aim and shoot at it."

Li Ang asked in confusion:

"Should we just attack?"

Kevin adopted a seasoned, experienced demeanor and said in a deliberately profound tone:

"Or should I fucking dance for you to liven things up first? Go ahead and hit me, let me see what kind of monster you can beat."

Li Ang nodded, raised his gun, quickly aimed, and pulled the trigger repeatedly at the target.

The Glock 19 has a 15-round magazine.

The gun is semi-automatic, and the recoil is not too great.

As a former football quarterback, Li Ang possessed astonishing arm strength, managing to empty all his bullets in one go.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

During the shooting, the muzzle bounced violently.

The bullets then flew off somewhere unknown.

Watching Li Ang's casual shooting skills, Kevin couldn't help but burst out laughing.

He went over and looked at the target paper; it was almost completely torn.

And they were all far from the bullseye.

Li Ang usually picks things up very quickly, so Kevin rarely saw him fail and was immediately amused.

He walked over, patted Li Ang on the shoulder, and exclaimed in admiration:

"Awesome, bro. Fifteen bullets. You really showed the walls around the target what a hail of bullets looks like. Your marksmanship is amazing, perfect for street brawls."

Li Ang couldn't help but chuckle upon hearing this assessment.

"Alright, time is of the essence, I'll stop teasing you."

Kevin stopped laughing and said seriously:

"There were a few problems with your shooting just now, let me point them out to you."

"First, you can't pull the trigger all at once. You need to apply pressure with your index finger slowly, letting the trigger spring out on its own. That's called pulling the trigger, not squeezing a soda can like a motherfucker."

"Secondly, all firearms have recoil. You can simply understand it as the muzzle jumping when you fire, and you have to wait for it to fall back before you can aim and fire again. This is what is called recoil control. Otherwise, no matter how many bullets you fire, it's just a waste."

"Third, when shooting, keep your wrist straight and your arm slightly bent, using your body to absorb the recoil. Don't stand straight like a wooden post. Understand?"

Li Ang nodded seriously:

"clear."

"very good."

Kevin reloaded Li Ang's magazine, cocked it, and handed it to Li Ang.

"continue."

Li Ang took a deep breath and raised his gun again.

This time, as Kevin had instructed, he slowed his breathing and stared intently at the crosshair and bullseye, like a hawk.

Li Ang already had excellent eyesight and possessed an intuition far beyond that of ordinary people regarding the trajectories of all flying objects.

This talent is now beginning to take effect.

He could vaguely sense where the bullet would land after it was fired.

Li Ang pulled the trigger.

boom!

The bullet hit the top left corner of the outermost edge of the target paper.

Hit the target!

Liu Yue, who was standing nearby, immediately cheered.

Kevin smiled slightly, thinking to himself:

Not bad, you've improved.

Li Ang, that kid, really has a good grasp of things.

I'm about the same age as I was back then.

I estimate that after a few more hours of practice, I'll have a chance to hit the bullseye.

This already qualifies as a child prodigy.

Li Ang adjusted his breathing, steadied his wrist, and pulled the trigger again.

boom!

This time, the bullet hit the target at approximately the third ring.

It's very close to the bullseye.

Liu Yue became even more excited and cheered again.

Kevin, however, didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just an accident.

Li Ang fired another shot.

boom!

The third bullet almost grazed the edge of the bullseye.

Kevin frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

boom!

The fourth shot hits the bullseye.

boom!

The fifth shot hit the bullseye.

boom!

The sixth shot hit the bullseye.

……