Chapter 59 Some Impulsiveness

　　Carl was secretly happy in his heart. He was so happy that it turned out to be easier than he had imagined.

　　"Sister Beth, watch out, changing bullets is easy."

　　Carl removed a few bullets from the magazine and then reloaded it, then removed the empty magazine and replaced it with a fresh one.

　　"How about it?"

　　"It's really simple." Beth nodded. "Come on, let me see brother Carl's shooting skills."

　　"Of course!" Carl agreed, raised the gun with one hand and pulled the trigger.

　　"Bang!"

　　After a few seconds...

　　Carl lowered his head in shame. He actually missed the target. He wanted to show off, but failed. It was so embarrassing.

　　Beth was also stunned for a moment, "Karl, didn't you say you are a good shooter?"

　　"I never said that..." Carl said weakly.

　　Beth rubbed Carl's head and comforted him, "It's okay, maybe you haven't fired a gun for too long and your hand is not feeling it anymore, try firing a few more times."

　　"Okay!" Carl nodded. This time he didn't dare to be careless and didn't want to pretend anything.

　　Concentrate, hold the Glock steadily with both hands, notch, sight, target, line, and pull the trigger.

　　"Bang!"

　　It hit, and it was right on the target Sean drew. Although it was not exactly in the center, it was not too far away.

　　Karl's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly, finally he didn't embarrass himself again.

　　Beth pouted in dissatisfaction. What? She actually won. Doesn't this make her seem useless?

　　Carl laughed and said, "Maybe it's just my luck, Sister Beth, how about we each shoot a magazine?"

　　"Okay." Beth agreed casually.

　　Carl finished a magazine quickly, and the first few of the remaining dozen or so rounds hit the target.

　　As for the next ten or so shots, Carl deliberately aimed at a tree further back.

　　This would increase the difficulty of my training without damaging Beth's confidence.

　　But even so, after Beth fired a few magazines, the novelty wore off and she seemed a little uninterested.

　　After all, she is a girl. Hershel was too strict with her before. It is normal for her to be curious about a gun.

　　But it is impossible to keep training seriously just out of curiosity.

　　After Carl finished the third magazine, he handed the Glock to Beth. This time Beth took it reluctantly and replaced the bullets.

　　Beth pouted slightly, "Karl, I think this is a bit boring~"

　　Karl frowned slightly, "Don't you want to practice anymore?"

　　Beth nodded guiltily, "I'm sorry, I obviously agreed to practice with you."

　　Carl was silent for a while, then took the Glock from Beth's hand and said, "It's okay. What are you going to do next?"

　　"I don't know. How about I watch you practice? Maybe I'll want to practice later."

　　Maybe because of guilt, or maybe it was okay, Beth never thought about leaving.

　　Carl nodded, "Okay, I'll continue."

　　Beth smiled and said, "Come on! If you want to take a break, I'll take you to the farm."

　　Carl nodded and continued practicing. This time, Carl aimed at a tree forty or fifty meters away, which was almost the maximum distance of the Glock.

　　I didn't know where the first few shots went, after all, Carl's previous targets were only ten or twenty meters away.

　　By the sixth shot, Carl had gotten used to it and was gradually able to hit the tree trunks.

　　After finishing one magazine, she would replace it with another. Beth was not idle here either. She would help Carl load the empty magazines with bullets.

　　Carl fired a few more magazines, and when he exchanged magazines with Beth, Beth said, "Carl, I'm going to go get some things and I'll be back soon."

　　Carl nodded, and Beth trotted away. Carl didn't think much about it and continued shooting.

　　There were three magazines in total. Carl stopped only when all three magazines were empty. Beth hadn't come yet.

　　Carl frowned slightly, wondering if Beth would come. After all, compared to Carl, Beth was more like a child, and it was normal for her to be enthusiastic about things for only a short period of time.

　　It was normal to forget what he had just said, and Carl couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

　　Carl couldn't help but reveal a somewhat self-deprecating smile. This was the end of the world, and he actually had the mind to think about these things. Was he living too comfortably?

　　Compared to a little love, improving yourself is the most important thing, otherwise how can you survive the subsequent disasters.

　　He shook his head, stopped thinking about it, loaded the bullets himself, and continued to practice shooting. This time, Carl aimed for a longer time.

　　The effects of the few magazines I fired just now were not very good, probably because I had distracting thoughts.

　　"Bang!"

　　A bullet hit the center of the tree trunk, and at the same time, Beth's voice came from behind.

　　"Carl."

　　Carl was stunned, put down the gun and turned around, but the moment he turned around, his mood became indescribable.

　　Because it wasn't just Beth who came, but Jimmy as well.

　　Beth came over with something in her arms, and Jimmy followed Beth.

　　Beth walked up to Carl and introduced him with a smile, "Carl, this is Jimmy, my boyfriend. Jimmy, this is Carl. You are not allowed to bully him. He calls me sister."

　　Jimmy smiled and said, "Beth, don't you know me? How could I bully a child?"

　　Jimmy held out his hand to Carl, "Hi Carl, I'm Jimmy."

　　Karl was stunned and didn't react at first.

　　Not to mention shaking hands, Carl even wanted to smash Jimmy's head with the Glock in his hand.

　　You were not wrong, but the biggest mistake was being Beth's boyfriend.

　　If Beth wasn't here, Carl might have really shot Jimmy.

　　Beth might be sad if Jimmy died, but Carl felt that this was an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

　　Really, Carl really has this urge.

　　Perhaps because of coming to this world, the beast in Carl's heart is no longer restrained.

　　He even felt that killing people was no big deal. So what?

　　Carl even felt that this was how it should be. This was a world where the strong preyed on the weak. Carl had already made up his mind that he would never be a good person.

　　But does not being a good person mean you have to be a bad person?

　　Is this really correct?

　　"Carl?" Beth's gentle voice awakened Carl from his wandering thoughts.

　　Carl finally reacted and saw that Jimmy's hand was still stretched out, but the smile on his face became a little stiff.

　　Carl reached out his hand and touched his, "Sorry, I was distracted, hello Jimmy, I'm Carl."

　　"It's okay, it's okay." Jimmy smiled nonchalantly, then asked excitedly, "Carl, I heard from Beth that you were teaching her how to shoot? Then can you let me try?"

　　"I'm afraid it won't work today, because Hershel has agreed to let Beth practice shooting, and you haven't gotten Hershel's approval yet. You need Hershel's approval."

　　"Is that so?" Jimmy was a little disappointed, then looked at Beth, "Beth, do you want to go to the vegetable garden with me?"

　　Beth shook her head. "No, I promised Carl that I would stay here with him. You go by yourself."

　　"Okay." Jimmy said goodbye to Carl and left without thinking much.

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