On the second day after the time difference was reversed, Yang Jing, accompanied by Zhao Meng and Chris, came to a shooting club in the suburbs of San Francisco. This club was opened by a friend of Zhao Meng. Yang Jing had not been to this club to play during his previous visits to San Francisco. Since he came here to avoid trouble this time, he might as well have some fun.
"Xiao Jing, how about I buy you a villa to live in first?" Zhao Meng said to Yang Jing while inspecting the gun in his hand.
Last time, because an Indian sacrificial temple was discovered under the villa, Yang Jing had no choice but to sell the villa. Although he made a lot of money, Yang Jing had no place to live.
"Uncle Zhao, I am not coming to the United States on business this time, and I will not stay in San Francisco for a few days. I will go into the mountains in a couple of days, so there is no need for you to prepare another villa for me." Yang Jing shook his head and declined.
"Into the mountains?" Zhao Meng pointed to the east. To the east of the Bay Area were the majestic Rocky Mountains.
"Yes, I plan to go into the mountains and relax."
Chris on the side said: "Boss, how many people are you going to bring this time? I'll follow you."
Yang Jing smiled and shook his head. He pulled the bolt with his left hand to load the bullets in the Desert Eagle in his hand. Then he said, "Chris, I don't plan to bring anyone with me into the mountains this time. I can do it alone."
Hearing Yang Jing say this, Chris said anxiously: "Boss, how can that be possible? You are alone, how safe is it..."
Yang Jing ignored Chris and raised the Desert Eagle weighing more than two kilograms with one hand. He pulled the trigger seven times in a row at the target twenty meters away. With seven deafening gunshots, the head of the human-shaped target twenty meters away was almost broken. None of the seven bullets hit anything other than the target's head.
Chris and Zhao Meng stared at Yang Jing in amazement, completely dumbfounded.
The Desert Eagle in Yang Jing's hand is a real .50 caliber "big guy". The so-called .50 caliber refers to the imperial unit, which is equivalent to 12.7 mm caliber when converted into metric units. This is the same caliber as the anti-material sniper rifle.
This large-caliber pistol that fires 0.50AE bullets is extremely powerful, but correspondingly, the recoil of this gun when shooting is also quite large. According to official information provided by Magnum, if you want to use this gun, your weight should be over 80 kilograms, and you must hold the gun with both hands. Otherwise, the recoil of this type of gun alone can injure a person's wrist.
Even a tall and strong guy like Clark didn't dare to hold the gun with one hand so arrogantly when playing with the Desert Eagle. What's more, the boss actually fired seven shots in a row. The most amazing thing is that all seven shots hit the head of the target twenty meters away.
In other words, when the boss fired those seven shots, the huge recoil had no effect on him at all!
This is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.
Don't be fooled by the protagonists in the movies holding a .50 caliber Desert Eagle in one hand and killing everyone. In fact, that is pure nonsense. Whether it is Arnold or Stallone, if they dare to hold a gun in one hand like this in real life, this gun will teach them a lesson in minutes.
Yang Jing held up the muzzle of his gun, imitating the movements of the heroes in the movies after fighting, blew gently at the muzzle, and said with a smile: "Chris, how is my shooting?"
Chris swallowed dryly and nodded sharply.
"This gun is great, Uncle Zhao. Tell your friend later that I want one, and two boxes of 0.50AE bullets. With this gun, I can kill a full-grown Kodiak brown bear with one shot!"
Yang Jing's words are not bragging. Although the Kodiak brown bear is known as the largest land carnivore along with the polar bear, it is no match for this 12.7mm caliber weapon. This gun can kill an adult Kodiak brown bear with one shot as long as it hits the heart or head.
With the power of this .50 caliber Desert Eagle, it is enough to penetrate steel plates thicker than 5 mm within 50 meters.
With the marksmanship that Yang Jing just demonstrated, there is absolutely no problem in shooting a bear's head within twenty meters. And no matter how hard the brown bear's head is, it is probably not as hard as a five-millimeter steel plate!
Chris was speechless, so Zhao Meng advised: "Xiao Jing, I know you are a good shooter, but you can't carry a gun every day when you go out alone, right? If Chris and the others are there to take care of you, you won't be in any danger..."
Yang Jing didn't wait for Zhao Meng to finish his words. He stretched out his fist and punched the stainless steel table in front of him. After his fist left the table, a faint but very clear fist mark was left on the originally flat stainless steel table...
Now it was Zhao Meng's turn to swallow his saliva.
"Haha, is this okay now? Uncle Zhao, don't worry. Since I dare to go into the mountains alone, I am fully confident. Chris should be able to prove this. Last year in Siberia..."
When he said this, Chris nodded quickly. Are you kidding? That was almost a whole team of elite mercenaries from the Bloody Bear Mercenary Group, but they were defeated by the boss alone. This was simply the real Rambo.
"Uncle Zhao, I just want to go for a walk alone..."
Zhao Meng raised his hands and said, "Okay, you have convinced me with your actions. But you must bring your satellite phone with you, and contact me immediately if anything happens."
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