Reborn in America: I Have an Equipment Slot

After opening Google Maps and searching for the nearest shooting range, Irving drove there.

Upon arriving at the shooting range, he saw several tourists from China.

One by one, they held AKs and excitedly fired at the stationary target.

His face showed no tension from having just handled a firearm; instead, it was an expression of pure enjoyment as he was being bombarded by fire.

The shooting range instructor standing to the side looked on with a puzzled expression.

In their understanding, almost all Asian countries are gun-free, let alone China, a superpower.

But looking at how skillfully these people use firearms and how excited they look, it's hard to believe they've never touched a firearm before.

After a brief moment of reflection, Irving wasted no time and walked straight toward the counter.

After spending $49.9 on a half-hour trial package, Irving went to the armory to select firearms.

After looking around, Irving first chose a classic shotgun—the Mossberg 500 shotgun.

As one of the most common home defense shotguns on the American market, the Mossberg 500 shotgun weighs 3.4 kg unloaded, has an effective range of about 40 meters, and a typical magazine capacity of 7-9 rounds.

Irving chose this shotgun not because it was classic or good-looking.

Instead, he wanted to test whether, when using shotguns, each pellet counted as one bullet, or literally, each bullet counted as one shot.

Just as Irving was lost in thought, a female coach walked towards him.

Seeing Irving looking at the Mossberg 500 shotgun in his hand with great unfamiliarity and curiosity, the blonde female coach pursed her lips.

"Hi, I'm Vera. Is this your first time using a shotgun?"

"Hmm." Irving nodded.

"Then I suggest you start by practicing on stationary targets. For beginners, shotguns are much harder to get started with than rifles..."

The female coach, Vera, took the shotgun from Irving and, while loading it, offered her advice.

"Thanks for the suggestion, but I'd like to try the most difficult moving target."

"A moving target? And the most difficult one?" Vera chuckled.

To be honest, as a shooting range instructor with more than 5 years of experience, she admits that Asians have a much greater talent for firearms than whites and other races.

But what if a newcomer, who has just arrived at the shooting range, wants to challenge a moving target?

It's like a complete novice dreaming of winning a shooting championship—what a pipe dream!

"Sir, it's like this."

Seeing that Irving insisted on trying the moving target, Vera coughed lightly twice, then frowned, somewhat hesitantly, "The moving targets at our range are charged separately, $10 per use. Are you sure you want to use the moving target?"

"A fee?" Irving was slightly taken aback.

His first instinct was to refuse.

But seeing Coach Vera's expression, Irving immediately changed his mind, "Ten dollars it is!"

After saying that, Owen snatched the Mossberg 500 shotgun from Vera's hand and loaded it with bullets one by one.

After getting ready, Owen casually aimed the shotgun at the shooting range in front of him, his posture relaxed and casual.

When Vera saw Irving's preparatory movements, she initially wanted to correct him.

But thinking of the other party's arrogant and ignorant manner, Vera snorted coldly.

Thinking he would teach the other party a lesson, he pressed the button to launch the moving target.

As a professional skeet shooting target flew out, Vera's lips curled up slightly.

She couldn't wait to see the other person's shocked expression, not having reacted yet.

But next second.

boom! !

Irving pulled the trigger.

The newly freed flying saucer target hadn't even reached its highest point before it was blasted into pieces by a dense barrage of projectiles.

eh?

Seeing this scene, Vera tilted her head and instinctively froze on the spot.

Luck, it must be luck!

Boom! !

Before Vera could react, two more gunshots rang out!

Immediately afterwards, the two flying saucer targets, which had just flown out of the machine and had not yet reached their highest point, shattered with a deafening roar.

"WTF?!!" Vera's eyes widened immediately upon seeing the scene before her.

She turned her head and looked at Owen, who was still standing there relaxed, holding the shotgun in both hands, with a face full of question marks.

"Hey buddy, are you kidding me? Your marksmanship doesn't look like that of a beginner!"

"Thanks for the compliment, but I've only just started using shotguns," Owen shrugged, saying helplessly, "Looks like I have a knack for it."

"..." Seeing Owen's expression, Vera immediately wanted to give him the middle finger.

But thinking about her poor performance this month, Vera gritted her teeth and silently suppressed her displeasure.

Irving didn't notice the other person's emotions; his attention was entirely focused on the test results.

Upon receiving the result that each shotgun blast counted as one bullet, he immediately lost interest and looked up at Vera:

"Coach, can we pause the moving target exercise? I want to try a different gun to see what I'm capable of..."

"OK, just a moment." Vera forced a smile.

Vera took the Norges 500 shotgun from Irwin, ejected the bullets from the chamber, and then took a Russian-made AK47 from the armory.

……

Half an hour later.

"Phew..." After trying out more than a dozen different guns and firing over a hundred bullets, Owen slumped into his chair and wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead.

There's no way around it; it's the first time in one's life that one has experienced so many different types of firearms, and anyone would have a blast playing with them.

Irving opened a bottle of chilled soda and gulped down several mouthfuls.

He ignored the look that his female coach Vera was giving him, as if he were a monster. After calming himself down a bit, he began to review the results of the experiment.

Judging from the test results, my skill [Sharpshooter] is simply too powerful!

Judging from the panel description alone, the skill [Sharpshooter] improves the shooting and drawing skills of various firearms, and the former effect seems unremarkable.

The latter effect is stronger; the first ten bullets fired have a 99.99% hit rate.

But after Kyrie Irving tried them out himself, he discovered that both had equally incredible effects!

With the help of skills, when faced with unfamiliar firearms, one can easily operate them and complete accurate shots in a very short time after a little adaptation.

Whether it's a pistol, a submachine gun, or even a large-caliber rifle, they can adapt to it in a very short time.

Of course, although the shooting level has improved, the accuracy will still drop significantly after the first ten bullets.

However, Irving had anticipated this.

The solution was quite simple. After continuous experimentation, Owen discovered that simply changing the weapon would reset the limit for the first ten bullets.

In short, theoretically, as long as he can switch weapons fast enough, he is the strongest gunslinger on earth!

Thinking of this, Irving couldn't help but sigh.

If this incredible skill were applied to shooting, then the Chinese national football team might be saved.