16 Chapter 11 Jane is Utterly Baffled_1

Even a genius like Gao Guang's hands began to tremble.

After firing over two hundred bullets in one go, anyone's hands would go numb.

Mainstream handgun ammunition might not be extremely powerful, but there certainly are types with significant power, like the .44 Magnum, like the .357 Magnum.

After shooting two revolvers, Gao Guang's hands were numb, and after finishing with the Desert Eagle, he was scared. When the staff member placed an M500 loaded with bullets on the table, Gao Guang fell silent.

As a shooting club, how could they be without the symbol of tough guys, the ultra-high-caliber revolvers? Now, the table in front of Gao Guang was filled with various high-caliber handguns.

These were real high-caliber handguns. The so-called powerful Browning 1935 had to step aside, and only the Desert Eagle was barely able to make it to the table.

The staff member placed the M500 in front of Gao Guang and then made an encouraging gesture.

Gao Guang picked up the huge revolver, but his eyes sought help from John.

John smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and then said in a Schadenfreude tone, "Shoot, genius, keep it going."

If it's shooting, then shoot. Gao Guang took a deep breath, gripped the handgun with both hands, one foot in front of the other, assuming a stance ready to brace the impact.

Smith & Wesson is known as the 'end-of-watch terminator', claimed to be the world's most powerful mass-produced handgun. To put it this way, both are .50 caliber; the Desert Eagle shoots .50 AE rounds, whereas Smith & Wesson fires .50 Magnum bullets.

Many people don't know what Magnum represents. To explain further, the muzzle energy of the M500 is 4000 joules, the Desert Eagle's muzzle energy is 2200 joules, the famous AK47 rifle's muzzle energy is 1980 joules, and the M4A1's is 1650 joules.

Ignorance is bliss, and the more you know, the more frightened you become.

After hesitating for a while, Gao Guang finally pulled the trigger.

The recoil caused the handgun to flip upwards, almost smashing into Gao Guang's nose, and even with noise-cancelling earmuffs on, the incredible sound that didn't seem to belong to a handgun made his heart tremble; as for where the bullet hit, only heaven knew.

He released his left hand, shook it, then switched to holding the gun with his left hand, shaking his right hand afterwards. Thankfully, due to mental preparation and taking the necessary precautions, a wrist fracture was impossible, but Gao Guang's hand was truly numb.

Gao Guang looked at John with eyes pleading for help, but John just gave a thumbs up and shouted, "Keep going, there's still nine bullets left."

Encouraged by John, Gao Guang gritted his teeth and struggled through the remaining four rounds, then he tossed the gun onto the table.

The staff member pinched out five intimidatingly long bullets, aiming to reload, so Gao Guang stopped the staff member's hand, then spoke earnestly, "Let's call it quits, um, five rounds with this gun is enough."

The shooting club staff member looked at Gao Guang, and finally burst into laughter, saying, "Alright, voluntary withdrawal."

John laughed, and several onlookers also chuckled.

When people in the shooting range heard that a rookie was attempting the whole menu challenge, a few came over to watch.

A rookie's whole menu challenge was always attractive, but unfortunately, this round of high-caliber handgun shooting didn't break Gao Guang's nose, didn't make him drop the gun on the floor, nor did it result in his wrist breaking, so the onlookers felt a bit of regret.

There was nothing left to see; watching a rookie shake his hand wasn't interesting, so the spectators began to disperse.

Gao Guang looked at the staff and asked seriously, "Is it over now?"

The staff glanced at a sheet on the table and said cheerfully, "The 9mm caliber handguns are all done, and the high-caliber category is done too. There's still one hundred eighty .45 ACPs left, forty .40 S&W, twenty .45 GAP, plus sixty .22 LR."

Gao Guang's mouth dropped open, and after being stunned for a while, he said, "I haven't shot the 1911 yet? Um... then let's finish the 1911s."

Gao Guang was ready to give up, but he had just realized he hadn't shot the 1911 series yet, so he had to fire a few more rounds.

Picking up a classic Colt 1911 and about to fire, Gao Guang suddenly turned to John and said earnestly, "Uh, um, forget it..."

In the end, he couldn't say it. Gao Guang looked at the target and casually fired off seven bullets.

His wrist hurt, his shoulder hurt, and his whole arm was numb. After putting the 1911 down, Gao Guang said to the staff, "There's no need to fire as many as ten bullets from each gun, right? It's too much trouble, no need to load more."

The 1911's magazine capacity is seven rounds. Firing a cycle wasn't enough to make ten, but Gao Guang felt there really was no need to fire the remaining three; why fuss about making it an even number? He wasn't obsessive-compulsive after all.

The staff, of course, would respect the customer's choice, but John did not respect Gao Guang's decision.

"No, no, no, I'll help you load the bullets."

John's smile was wicked, and he really started loading bullets, so Gao Guang couldn't help but finish what he hadn't said earlier.

"Just finish them all then. It's just that my arm is a bit uncomfortable, might affect my strength, um, let's not teach you Kung Fu today then."

Although there was a threat in his words, Gao Guang knew that as he said this, he was actually admitting defeat.

Five hundred and seventy bullets, not so easy to go through.

John paused for a moment, then put the magazine he was holding back, shrugged, and said, "Then let's not shoot anymore."

Gao Guang looked at the staff and asked, "Can I shoot the rest next time?"

The staff smiled and said, "Sorry, you have to finish the whole bucket in one go, as this is a package deal."

What swindlers!

With his right arm too numb to move, Gao Guang grabbed a gun with his left hand, barely aiming, and just banged out seven bullets towards the target.

Gao Guang shot very casually, if the recoil shocked his left hand then just let the muzzle lift, not bothering to control the gun at all. This reduced the impact on his arm a bit, and then he'd fire off a random shot as the handgun in his left hand dropped down. It was just wasting bullets anyway, so why bother aiming, right? Just shoot till the magazine was empty.

Who was even looking at the target now? Gao Guang had stopped checking long ago. He really didn't care what score he made. John had also stopped checking, convinced that Gao Guang was shooting accurately, but the staff member was still very diligent, exclaiming, "Huh, did he really... hit three bullseyes?"

Gao Guang was numb to it, not caring about the score. But John paused again before asking Gao Guang, "Are you left-handed?"

"No."

John seemed a bit annoyed, impatiently saying, "Then keep shooting, continue, shoot properly."

Gao Guang switched to another handgun, this time a SIG 1911, and again shot off the bullets very casually.

The staff member scratched his face, looking at John with confusion. John snapped, "What are you looking at me for? Look at him, why look at me?"

"John, can you do it?"

John turned his face away, but the staff member persisted, saying, "Buddy, I mean no offense, but I really want to know, can you achieve this score using your left hand at twenty-five meters?"

John twisted his neck awkwardly, saying, "Nope, can you?"

"With my right hand, yes, with my left, no way."

After speaking, the staff member paused to think, then said to John, "I'm not allowed to shoot while I'm working, but I really want to try. You're a good shot, how about after I get off work, we have a go?"

John was very firm, saying, "No, I refuse."

Gao Guang picked up the gun, but seeing John and the staff member getting into it, he set it back down again.

"Why aren't you shooting? If you hit three more bullseyes, I will buy that gun and give it to you."

After saying that, he looked at the staff member, "Wil, change his target paper and witness it; I'm betting the gun in his hands!"

The staff member looked at John in surprise. John spoke up in irritation, "Did you hear what I said? Change the target paper, I want to make a bet with him!"

The staff member sighed, and then after thinking a bit, said, "So what do you want if he loses?"

"Nothing!" John, looking at Gao Guang, confidently said, "I just think you were guessing so I bet you can't do it again. If you win, I'll give you my gun, if you lose, I want nothing from you!"

Gao Guang picked up the gun again. His left arm was barely strong enough to steady the handgun, and it began shaking badly, too much to aim steadily.

Why he was shooting so well was beyond Gao Guang himself.

The staff member glanced at the gun in Gao Guang's hands and said, "John, a Smith & Wesson 1911 is not cheap, the original price is 1,300 US dollars, but as you know, all guns are increasing in price, so a new SW1911 in our store now goes for 1,600 US dollars."

"I'm betting he won't hit it!" The more he talked, the more riled up John got. He drew his own gun and said to Gao Guang, "If you hit four bullseyes, I'll give you my gun; if you hit five, I'll give you a Cabot production model; if you hit six, I, I'll give you a custom client model, shoot!"

The staff member suddenly said, "That gun has a magazine capacity of eight rounds, what if he scores eighty?"

"Hahahaha... If he scores eighty, I'll give him a Cabot top-tier custom model!"

The cheapest Cabot production model starts at 3,000 US dollars, the custom client models start at a minimum of 5,000 US dollars, and as for the haute custom versions, Gao Guang knew they could go for over a hundred thousand dollars.

Who knew why John was so excited, but it didn't matter if he lost, so he might as well shoot.

Gao Guang wasn't even thinking about winning anything from John, so he simply lifted his left hand and made a random shot on the descent.

"Bullseye..."

The staff member's tone changed, scratching his head as he reported how many points Gao Guang scored, then exclaimed, "F*ck! Another bullseye, damn it!"

The staff member Wil sounded almost like he was crying. John's face looked like he had been punched, and from a few lanes over, someone came over, incredulously saying, "What kind of shooting technique is this?"

The first two shots were bullseyes, but Gao Guang's third shot hit the target paper without scoring, it was considered a miss.

There was no need to give away a gun worth tens of thousands now, John breathed a sigh of relief, but he looked furious, yelling at Gao Guang, "Shoot properly, do you think I can't afford a gun?"

John was being ridiculous, Gao Guang ignored him and took his fourth shot, resulting in another miss.

At that moment, the staff member named Wil covered his head with his hands, saying to John, "Dude, your friend is throwing the match."

Truly ridiculous, as Gao Guang really wasn't throwing the match.

John turned toward Gao Guang and started to say, "You..."

Gao Guang didn't wait for John to finish and fired his fifth shot.

Bullseye.

That shot shut up John's roaring, freezing the expression on his face.

The sixth shot, the seventh shot, the eighth shot, all missed the target.

After the eighth shot, the shooting range fell silent. The sound of gunfire ceased, and not another sound could be heard.