American Fortune Life

"Clap! Clang! Clap! Clang..."

The crisp gun body and the sound of hitting the iron target continued to sound. Andy held the pistol with both hands extremely steady and fired one after another, and the accuracy gradually improved. From the edge of the target position, it slowly approached the center, and the shells on the ground also keep increasing.

"How is that possible?! This means that every shot can hit the white range of the tenth ring?" Hansen said in surprise.

Joseph smiled and glanced at Hansen, a copy should look so indifferent, but he understands his boss's abnormal physique, recoil or something will not affect his accuracy when shooting, and this kind of result is not surprising. .

After shooting the last bullet, Andy pulled out of the magazine without stopping. The continuous shooting did not make his wrist sore, and the effect of recoil was basically equal to nothing.

"Joseph, I want to try the Desert Eagle instead. I feel that Beretta's power is too small to be enjoyable!" Andy said to Joseph with a slight frown.

"Hehe, good boss." Joseph replied with a smile, ignoring Hansen's surprise, and walked back to the long table with Andy, watching Andy pick up the desert eagle and remove all the sand eagles from the table. The bullet magazine was put into a box and said to Andy, who was still stroking the huge body of the Sand Eagle: "Boss, you have basically mastered the shooting skills. According to your physical fitness, the recoil of the Sand Eagle will not have a great impact. , let's hit the 20-meter target this time."

"Phew..." Andy shook the sand eagle in his hand with satisfaction, and exhaled with satisfaction.

"Bang! Dang!"

The power of the sand eagle is indeed great, and its recoil is also very amazing. However, Hansen was surprised to see that Andy's arm only trembled slightly, and the bullet did not miss the target because of the recoil as he imagined. Looking at Andy's shot, he hit the target almost every time. It seems that the huge recoil force of the sand eagle in his hand has no effect at all. The arm trembles slightly every time, but he knows what kind of recoil force is needed. Such arm strength to counteract.

"Perverted!" Hansen couldn't help scolding, and said to Kenny beside him: "Andy's physical fitness is awesome!"

"Hehe, where is this time, our boss is born with divine power. You haven't seen him punching. If you see it, you can only describe it as a pervert." Kenny chuckled, understanding Hansen's surprise.

"Natural power? Just kidding, it doesn't look like his body is very powerful!" Hansen pouted in disbelief. He could see Andy like a person with natural power.

"You know the shit, do you think you have to have a body with exaggerated muscle mass to look like it has strength? The muscles on the boss are all streamlined muscles, full of power. Look at his arm when he fired. Muscle response, when he practiced boxing, the punching bag needed to be replaced almost every three or four days. The power of the blow was terrifying, and Joseph said his power was completely comparable to those of those deltas." Kenny saw Han Sen couldn't help laughing at his ignorance. He and Hansen also knew each other and did several missions together when they were in Iraq.

"Tsk tsk, is it as exaggerated as you said?" Hansen slammed his mouth, squinting at the bulging muscles on Andy's arm, although he said doubts, he heard Kenny say Joseph At the time of judgment, he believed that this Andy Smith had a perverted physical quality.

"Cut, I'm too lazy to care about you!" Kenny cut with disdain when he saw Hansen's dead duck mouth.

After Andy shot the last shot, he moved his wrist and shook his lower arm. The muscle tension caused by Sha Ying's huge recoil just now disappeared. He walked to the target of the gun and looked at the mess. Bullet holes, somewhat resentful.

Although he knew that he was just a novice, he had just mastered the basics. If he wanted to be truly proficient in firearms and unleash the power of firearms, he only needed to conduct constant training to find the feel and mentality.

How to say that sentence, sharpshooters are fed with bullets!

Andy looked back at the various firearms on the long table in the distance, and continued to practice with some reluctance.

"Boss, you can't master shooting in an instant. In fact, your grades are pretty good now. Don't be impatient. The recoil and ballistic changes of firearms, and fine-tuning of firearms are very complicated. Different people There are different habits, and different firearms naturally have different characteristics. Ordinary people must go through strict training to use firearms skillfully. If they want to play accurately and well, then use a lot of bullets to feed the feeling. Yes." Joseph smiled and comforted himself when he saw Andy's appearance that he was very dissatisfied with his grades.

Of course Andy understood these truths, calmed down his impatience, and said to Joseph: "Well, I know, take your time." Then he began to practice.

Andy had been shooting at the club's shooting range for a whole day, and he also had lunch at the club. He played non-stop for three hours in the afternoon. With his abnormal physical fitness, he felt that both wrists were sore, because of the long guns. The huge recoil generated at the time also made his shoulders a little sore.

Of course, if the injury is not enough, the bruise will definitely not be able to run, even if his physical fitness is superhuman, he is also a ROU body, not a King Kong is not bad, but the non-stop practice makes him feel better and better.

Because they were going to a party at night, Andy and his party got in the car and left the Oak Club under Hansen's weird eyes, "You are a monster, you are a pervert", leaving behind a floor full of various bullet casings and dozens of quilts. Scrap iron gun target.

Of course, there are also long bills. In the end of the day, Andy spent tens of thousands of dollars. After all, there were too many bullets, but he didn't care about this money. I still care about this little money, although I felt a little pain in my heart when the bill was just printed out. After all, some personality changes are not achieved overnight.

He opened the golden finger, it will not be difficult to make money, but spending money needs to learn, a small person in the past life, a rich person in this life, and a person who will enter the Forbes list in the future, the subversive change of identity and wealth naturally takes time to learn and adapt. Those who can spend money are rich people, those who can’t spend money are local tyrants, and there are people who spend money with tears in their eyes.

Andy's principle for himself is that he is neither a local tyrant nor a local soft-shelled turtle. He will upgrade to the material conditions that he should enjoy at any stage of his worth. He will not be blindly extravagant, such as buying several private jets at the same time, bathing with expensive champagne, and giving the dog Wearing an Apple Watch or something, etc., the act of killing and showing off wealth by drawing hatred should be left to the second generation to play, he just needs to be a quiet and beautiful rich man who secretly enjoys it.

On the way home, because the excitement and excitement brought by the firearms gradually calmed down, I closed my eyes and leaned on the seat quietly to relieve a trace of fatigue on my body, but my thoughts drifted to the upcoming party at night. That restless heart made his spirit extremely excited.

Yearning, tangled, complicated and difficult to understand, after all, tonight was his first time to attend a party, and he had a little bit of guilt because he had a little bit of guilt in the party that he had specially prepared for him. The dream of an otaku who could dream of a big crystal palace quickly dissipated.

If you have no conditions in your previous life, you can only imagine. In this life, if you have the conditions and opportunities to enjoy it, it is basically equivalent to passing through in vain and living in vain.

Look at Xiao Lizi, the Victoria's Secret Angels Group is basically equal to his preparatory Crystal Palace, and it will be replaced in a few months. The men in the world who don't hate him are going to die, all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred, all kinds of needle sticks People, people are more mad than people!

Shaking his head, and throwing off the last trace of innocent innocence, Andy thought about the famous little bitches who were sacked by Xiao Lizi, and he couldn't help but gnashed his teeth and thought, "Yes, playboys are the real winners in life. what!"

When I got home, I said hello to Liu Yan and asked her to prepare something to eat. Then I walked into the bathroom, turned on the water switch in the bathtub, took off my dirty white T-shirt, looked in the mirror, and saw that the gun was shot. The place where Tuo collided was a little bruised, and he couldn't help frowning, because he was a Caucasian, and he had been transformed through crossing, there was no exaggerated fine hair and rough spots, and the fair skin was speechless, and a little bruise was very obvious.

"If you have the opportunity to go shopping in Chinatown, buy some safflower oil or something." Andy looked at the strong body in the mirror, the bruise destroyed the beauty, and muttered a little annoyed, the degree of narcissism was evident.

The steam in the luxurious and spacious bathtub was steaming. Andy tested the water temperature, took off his clothes, stepped into the bathtub and lay down.

"Whoo~~~"

Andy exhaled a turbid breath, looked at the slightly red skin scalded by the hot water, and gently rubbed the bruises on his shoulders.

Thinking of the party at night, I couldn't help but look at the large swinging stick floating in the water, and muttered a little proudly: "I'll let you open your eyes tonight! You are also blessed in size, but the TMD is a little white, not overbearing enough. what!"

At first, he didn't feel anything when he was talking to himself, but he seemed to think of a movie called "My Second Son Can Talk" that he saw in his previous life, and he couldn't help but coughed slightly awkwardly, so narcissistic Also no one.

After soaking in the bath for twenty minutes, I washed off my tiredness, wiped off the water stains with a towel, and my butt was narcissistic in front of the mirror for a while. I rolled it a few times with CK perfume under my armpits, a faint scent of light. Scents of clementines, frosty leaves and lavender waft out.

This is also the habit Andy got used to after crossing the road. Westerners have large pores and well-developed sweat glands. Almost 8 to 90 percent of people have peculiar odors, so perfume or something is a must. Although he has no peculiar smell, let Wouldn't it be better to have a fragrance on your body?