MTL - Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant-Chapter 39 take everyone to shoot

  Chapter 39 Take everyone to shoot

  An Feng and Wang Le spent some time talking about the market prospect. After all, who doesn’t want to make money in business? Before that, Anfeng had an even weirder idea. After the listed stocks doubled, they would sell them to make money. However, killing chickens to extract eggs is not a long-term solution. After some conversations, Wang Le felt that the advantages of fertilizers are great. It's just a hang up.

  Wang Le already made up his mind, he asked: "Are you going to start a new company or a branch?"

An Feng said without hesitation: "It must be a branch company. The patents are all Tailan's. If you want to control a new company, you have to authorize it, and the accounts made are not so beautiful. You know that investors like to see it." Stable and progressive financial statements, the kind that feel like they have made a lot of money, how good this model is!"

  Wang Le understood as soon as he heard it: "Come on, after all, you're just thinking about going public."

An Feng smiled: "Don't blame me, look at those listed companies, the shares of those listed companies have multiplied by more than ten times as soon as they are listed, and ten million can become hundreds of millions in the blink of an eye. As long as the legal sale period ends, just sell a few shares at will. Dozens of times the funds returned to the pocket..."

  Wang Le said: "That's also false. If you don't have this strength to support such a high value, sooner or later investors will pay for your bad debts."

  An Feng shrugged: "Then it's none of my business. The stock market is risky, so you must be cautious when entering the market."

  Wang Le said again: "Profitable businessman!"

"Haha!" An Feng smiled expressionlessly, "but it's too early to think about making money. Tailan is still busy applying for product listing recently, and there are still a lot of things that need to be reviewed, and the production of fertilizers still needs to be debugged." The machine... probably won't have a clue until next year at the earliest."

  Wang Le nodded: "Yes, after the holiday, I will go back to inspect the market and ask my brother for advice."

  …

   After taking a nap, I was full of energy. I heard laughter in the backyard. I went over and saw that everyone was playing in the swimming pool. After three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is not very strong. After enough sleep, go for a swim, apply some sunscreen and lie on the beach chair, read a fashion magazine, and drink a few glasses of beer. The most comfortable thing.

  An Feng considered planting a few palm trees next to the swimming pool, so that he could hide in the shade and swim in summer.

  He greeted the crowd, sat in the shade with a bottle of beer, and played computer games with nothing to do. He usually doesn't choose to go into the water when the light is still strong. If he plays like crazy like them, it won't take long for an Asian-African mixed race to appear. It's not bad now, the skin is a little healthy and dark.

  Over there, Wang Le jumped onto the shore wet all over, came to sit down opposite An Feng, glanced at him, and asked, "Do you usually do this?"

   "You want to say my house?" An Feng looked at him.

   "Smart, a child can be taught, and he can understand a little bit." Wang Le smiled.

   "Tch, I'm just sitting here to accompany you. I don't even look at what I usually do, horse riding, off-roading, target shooting, which one is not a man's sport?"

   "Target shooting? You should have a gun, right?" Wang Le became interested.

"Yes, yes, it's locked. There are too many restrictions in California, so it's not interesting. You can't carry a gun with you. You can only hide it in the cabinet to give yourself a sense of security." An Feng thought of the cunning Joanna. I will buy a small pistol and hide it in my handbag to show off.

  Wang Le shouted: "How dare you hide it! Why don't you show it!"

  An Feng glanced at him, then got up and went upstairs, and took out a 1911 and a newly bought Glock 17 from the gun cabinet. The long gun is fine, and it is very troublesome to hold it. After coming down, Wang Le reached out his hand to take it when he saw it, but An Feng slapped his hand away and said, "Let me check first."

  Wang Le watched eagerly: "There is no need to be so cautious!"

"If you know that I will occasionally load the gun and then run to do other things, you won't blame me for being cautious." An Feng said with a smile. He pulled the slide of the Glock to check whether there was a bullet in the chamber, and confirmed After being correct, the gun was turned in his hand, and the handle of the gun was handed over to Wang Le.

   "Okay, this hand is well practiced!" Wang Le took the pistol, touched it, and took a look, "Rare thing, I have only played it a few times in China!"

   "Here, here is the magazine!" An Feng gave him two different magazines, "The Glock 17's magazine is modified and can only hold 10 rounds of bullets."

   "Ten shots in a row, ten times a night, don't you think that's too little?"

  Anfeng Waterfall Khan.

  Wang Le groped for a while, and filled the magazine for 1911. An Feng looked at him cautiously, and Wang Le smiled: "Don't worry, I know the precautions."

  An Feng complained: "You look like a bad guy by nature, there is no way to make people not worry."

  Wang Le ignored him, took out his mobile phone to take a few photos of the gun, and then took a selfie proudly. Finally, looking at the gun's heart itching, he asked again: "How many shots are you going to shoot?"

"I don't have a place to shoot here. If I want to go, I go to the gun shop." An Feng said, in fact, there used to be a small shooting range in the yard, but he was worried that it would hurt the flowers and plants, so he moved it to the foot of the mountain. The box, semi-automatically playing one shot at a time, will soon become boring.

Wang Le slapped the gun king's table, and shouted like a bandit: "I see that you are infected with the stink of a civil servant. If you don't finish your sentence well, you will come again and again. If you don't ask the end, you won't know the end result." The result! Come on, drag me out and shoot him for ten minutes!"

  An Feng sought everyone's opinions and asked everyone who was interested. As a result, all the men raised their hands, and Ji Min was also a little yearning, but the elder sister felt bored and stayed at home with his mother Xiaoyu. Everyone followed An Feng to the city, and walked into the gun shop in groups.

   "Hi, Jerry!" An Feng greeted the guy in the gun shop.

   "Hi, Bruce, is this your friend?" Jerry looked at a group of very curious yellow people behind An Feng.

   "Yes, they are here for tourism." An Feng said with a smile, "It's okay for them to take pictures here?"

   "OK, feel free," Jerry said.

   It was the first time I entered a gun shop, and everyone was very curious, looking here and there. The clerk enthusiastically showed them the real thing, and a group of people were either busy taking pictures or groping for it. It took me a little effort to choose my favorite weapons, they are all common ones, and I have no chance to touch them in China, but I have played a lot of them in the game. Even Ji Min took some weapons specially customized for women, such as a pink Remington 700 rifle, an AR rifle with Hello Kitty printed on it, and so on.

   Came to the shooting range at the back, there were not many people, a few customers in twos and threes were playing, and suddenly a large group of people came in, the staff of the gun shop was not enough. In the end, An Feng also went into battle in person, instructing his father and the others how to do it. After getting familiar with the rules, he started to pick up the gun and shoot.

  An Feng checked them one by one, and found that Wang Le was pretty good, with a standard posture and a decent look. Wu Chao chose a .50-caliber pistol, but it was not fun at all except for the recoil that made his hands numb. When shooting, the muzzle flame was large, which easily affected the shooter's vision.

  An Feng used to correct Ji Min's movements: "The **** of the gun is not in the right position. If you shoot like this, you won't need your shoulder tomorrow. Move it to the side, that's right!"

  Dad played with the AK-74 on his shoulder. He worked in the militia when he was young, and the militia reserve at that time was much stronger than it is now, with rifles and machine guns, and occasionally some anti-aircraft guns and towed guns that were eliminated by the troops. However, reforms were carried out slowly later, and all weapons were collected.

  An Fengtu bought a few classic revolvers, .44 Magnum, Colt Python and so on. Seeing that he chose revolvers this time, Jerry recommended a powerful one to him. An Feng saw him take out a package from under the counter, and took out an extra-large revolver from it.

   "The Smith & Wesson M500 just arrived, the most powerful pistol, .50 caliber, with powerful bullets, do you want to try it?" Jerry said with a smile.

   "Okay, give me fifty rounds." An Feng looked at the extra-large revolver with great interest.

   "Are you sure? It can't be controlled casually!" Jerry looked at An Feng's arm.

   "That's it!" An Feng said.

He took the M500 to the shooting range and filled it with five bullets. The gun was heavy in his hand. It is said that the kinetic energy of the bullet is twice that of a gun. With a bang, a big hole was torn open in the chest of the humanoid bust.

  It was so fierce, no wonder it said that it knocked down an African elephant with one shot!

  An Feng changed his right hand behind him, and fired four consecutive shots with one hand. The accuracy was not guaranteed. Anyway, the muzzle of the gun kept jumping around, and one bullet missed the target. After emptying the bullet, he smiled and said to Jerry who was watching the battle: "It's really good. In terms of close-range power, it feels similar to a shotgun."

   "You are amazing!" Jerry gave him a thumbs up, "I rarely see one-handed continuous shooting of the M500, your strength is really strong!"

An Feng smiled slightly. The recent exercise was not in vain. It seemed that the potential of the body was unlimited. Every time he felt that he had improved compared to the previous one. Even now, he still hadn't touched it. To the limit, his own strength and reaction ability were still slow. The steady improvement is really amazing.

  (end of this chapter)