NOVEL NEXT Chapter 128: Can't Hit the Target? It's Just a Fear of Inadequate Firepower_4
Zheng Yong really wanted to tell Gu Heng that his body couldn't take much more of this, but seeing the excitement on Gu Heng's face, he subconsciously shut his mouth...
After all, the latter had spent several hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars to shoot at the range...
Some privileges had to be expected...
Besides...
Wasn't his 6000 Hong Kong dollar hourly wage supposed to reflect situations like this?
The staff helping Gu Heng load his ammunition quickly got into position, eyeing the two boxes of 5.56mm and 7.62mm bullets, they began to load them at a rapid pace...
There were over a dozen models of automatic rifles available here...
With 3000 bullets, an average of just over 200 rounds required for each gun, it barely stayed within manageable limits...
Receiving the rifle from Zheng Yong, Gu Heng assumed the stance he had just been taught and began to fire furiously...
In 5 seconds, he could empty a whole magazine...
He didn't know how many magazines he had gone through...
Gu Heng's shoulders and arms grew more and more sore, and his ears began to show significant discomfort...
All around, others at the range unconsciously stopped their actions and turned to look in Gu Heng's direction...
Such intense shooting...
Not to mention ordinary people...
Even those with professional training couldn't stand it...
After about ten minutes, Gu Heng, with the barrel of the automatic rifle hot to the touch, extended it backwards. As a staff member took the gun away, Coach Zheng did not hand him another loaded one as before, prompting Gu Heng to ask, "What, am I out of the 3000 bullets?"
"No."
"Then why aren't you giving me a gun?"
As he spoke, Gu Heng saw Coach Zheng, this nearly two-meter-tall giant, with his face flushed and large beads of sweat dripping down from his temples...
The left hand that had been supporting Gu Heng's gun trembled like it had Parkinson's, the leather gloves worn on his hand now deformed from the high temperature of the gun barrel.
Seeing this, Gu Heng's expression froze...
A staff member next to them, who seemed familiar with Coach Zheng, couldn't help but speak up, "Mr. Gu, why don't you take a break? Coach Zheng has been absorbing the recoil for you when you shoot, and because of the unstandardized force application while supporting the barrel, he has to bear more force than usual recoil, and he seems to be at his limit..."
No wonder it's said online that people can hardly stand firing a few hundred rounds, I've fired almost a thousand, and although my arms and shoulders are a bit sore, it's not as serious as described online...
It was only at this point that Gu Heng realized the reason he could shoot so comfortably wasn't because of any innate talent, but because Zheng Yong had been taking the strain for him all along...
The thought made Gu Heng feel a little embarrassed...
The thrill of this wild shooting was indeed great, but it was Zheng Yong who bore the brunt...
"Alright, let's take a break then."
Looking at the grateful expression in Zheng Yong's eyes, Gu Heng felt even more embarrassed...
6000 dollars an hour, and he almost cost the man half his life...
Gu Heng hastily asked Xu Ying, "Do you have any cash on you?"
Xu Ying quickly realized what Gu Heng was getting at and took out all the several tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars she had on her.
Without even counting it, Gu Heng handed the money to Zheng Yong...
With a smile amidst Zheng Yong's puzzled look, he said, "Isn't it customary in Hong Kong to give tips? This is for you."
Having lived on Hong Kong Island for so long, Zheng Yong could tell at a glance that there might be around 50,000 dollars in that stack of Hong Kong banknotes...
That was almost half a month's income for him...
He had been working as a shooting coach at the range for months, had plenty of complaints, but this was the first time he had ever received a tip...
And such a generous one at that...
Zheng Yong really wanted to say that one should not accept a reward without merit, but facing the sight of the orange and yellow thousand-dollar Hong Kong banknotes and under the gaze of the other staff members, he accepted the money and then gratefully said, "Thank you, Mr. Gu. I just need to rest for 20 minutes, then you can continue your shooting experience."
Gu Heng waved his hand, "You just rest up first."
Although he enjoyed the rush of the frantic shooting spree, the excitement diminished slightly at the thought that this pleasure was at the expense of Zheng Yong's suffering...
It wasn't hypocrisy...
Just the conscience of an ordinary person...
Shaking his sore arm, Gu Heng asked the spotter, "Check again for me, see if I hit the target."
The spotter hurriedly put on the scope and started observing the target, then excitedly said, "There are 4 bullet holes on the target."
Those four bullet holes...
Weren't easy to come by...
Hearing the observer's voice, Gu Heng couldn't help but laugh.
Missed the target?
It's just 'inadequate firepower' phobia!
With enough firepower, how could you possibly miss?
Suddenly, Gu Heng remembered some data he had seen before, saying that in real warfare, it takes tens of thousands of rounds on average to kill a person...
He hadn't quite believed it before...
Until today, after firing these thousand-plus rounds, Gu Heng finally did...