Chapter 15: Highly Targeted

Life is unpredictable, and sometimes, happiness comes quite unexpectedly.

Although it was said yesterday that they would be shooting rifles, Arthur never dreamed that the team-building activity at King Defense would involve shooting, with a group of men unleashing their firepower at an outdoor shooting range.

So today wasn't about Arthur and John, but about all five of them arriving early at the shooting range.

"Today, we'll have a competition. Let me explain the rules. The theme today is rifle shooting. Each person has three chances, thirty bullets each time. The first time is with the AR, the second time with the AK, and the third time is your choice, but it must be a small-caliber assault rifle. The distance is one hundred meters, and no auxiliary aiming devices are allowed."

Frank announced the rules and then smiled at Arthur. "You're very lucky. It's your first day at work and you get to join our team activity."

Arthur nodded excitedly.

"There are rewards for the winners and punishment for the losers. The first place gets a reward of one hundred dollars, paid for by the last place. Also, the last place has to buy a dozen beers for everyone."

Frank finished, then turned to Arthur. "Since it's your first time joining this activity, you'll be the first to shoot. Any problems?"

At this moment, John suddenly said, "I'll raise the stakes. The last place today has to buy lunch for everyone."

Rubber lazily added, "Since you're all raising the stakes, I'll add one too. The last place has to clean the guns."

Arthur felt that today's so-called shooting competition was highly targeted.

"I've never shot a rifle before. Can I not participate in the competition?"

Arthur wanted to shoot, but he didn't want to compete.

Frank smiled. "You can choose not to participate, but abstaining will be treated as coming in last place."

Arthur was speechless. Now he felt even more strongly that this competition was highly targeted.

Frank tapped the table where the guns were placed and said with a smile, "If there are no objections, let's begin. You go first."

Fine, let's just do it. Arthur picked up the rifle with one hand and the magazine with the other found the right position, inserted the magazine, pulled the bolt, then rested the rifle on the table and aimed at the target one hundred meters away, firing a shot.

Arthur fired the AR15 for the first time, and he felt good about it.

The AR15 is a civilian version of the M16 or M4 rifle family. If you encounter a civilian M4 without knowing the brand and model, it's probably called an AR15.

Then Arthur began to aim carefully, shooting carefully. He fired a total of twenty-five shots before realizing that the magazine was empty.

It was supposed to be thirty shots per turn. Why was there only twenty-five bullets in the magazine? Arthur was speechless. He had to interrupt the shooting, then found the magazine release button, awkwardly replaced it with a new magazine, and fired five more shots.

John and Frank exchanged a glance, and then Frank said from behind, "Now switch to the AK and shoot standing."

There was an AKM on the table. Arthur put down the AR, stood up, picked up the AK, and when he tried to insert the magazine for the first time, he failed, but he succeeded on the second attempt. Then, with his left hand, he tried to pull the bolt of the AK rifle, but his hand shook, causing him to turn the gun over completely, and he pulled the charging handle on the right side of the AK rifle with his left hand.

The charging handle of the AR is on the left side, so before shooting, you must pull it with your left hand. The charging handle of the AK is on the right side, so if you want to pull the bolt, you either have to reach under the gun to pull it, or turn the gun sideways to pull it.

If someone is used to the AR, they will find the AK awkward, and vice versa. Even someone familiar with both guns will have a habit of how to pull the bolt. In the eyes of a keen observer, this habit is one of the distinguishing features of their faction.

This is something only true military fans would know.

Arthur's performance showed that he was familiar with both guns, but his actions were very clumsy.

Frank nodded to Joe, who then silently took out a gun case.

After firing another thirty shots, Arthur didn't know how many points he scored exactly because there was no automatic target reporting system this time.

He sighed gently, placed the AKM on the table, and turned around. "For the third gun, I choose... the Type 97?"

What Arthur didn't expect was that Joe took out a Type 97 rifle.

Although the Type 97 rifle is the export version of the Type 95 rifle, with the caliber changed to 5.56mm, completely losing the essence of the Type 95 rifle, at least these two rifles look very similar in appearance.

"I don't like this gun. It feels strange to hold, and changing the magazine feels like constipation. Although this gun is indeed very short, like the Famas, they are all trash."

Joe finished disdainfully and then said to Arthur, "If you can hit fifty points, even if you come in last place today, I'll pay for you. But I don't think you can do it."

Why are people betting again? Also, fiercely belittling a gun is not something a veteran would do. This level of targeting is too strong.

Arthur's expression was somewhat strange. Frank seemed to notice that something was off with Arthur's expression, so he casually said, "George, don't disturb Gao's shooting. You might not necessarily be the last this time."

Joe's real name was George. Joe was his code name, not a nickname because George's nickname was "miser," but George disliked this nickname, and he would get angry if anyone called him that.

What George's nickname was mattered a lot because there are no wrong nicknames, only wrong names.

Now, a famous miser was unreasonably proposing a bet? And the stake was a rifle worth at least a few hundred dollars?

Arthur didn't want to agree to this highly targeted bet. He felt it was a trap. But after some thought, he still nodded and said, "Okay, I'll shoot with the Type 97."

Arthur had a bad impression of Type 95 and Type 97 rifles because online comments said these guns had high sightlines and were troublesome to reload, and the smoke irritated the eyes and so on. But Arthur knew at least that he couldn't criticize without trying, and it was important not to judge a book by its cover.

So Arthur decided to shoot, even if it was a trap. Because if these people were trying to trick him, he couldn't escape now anyway.

He took the rifle from Joe and loaded the magazine one bullet at a time, then aimed at the target and started shooting.

The feel wasn't as bad as the legends said. The issue of the high sightline was almost imperceptible. Holding it wasn't as comfortable as the AR, but it felt much better than the AK during shooting.

With Arthur's very superficial knowledge, he thought the Type 97 was not bad.

After firing thirty shots, Arthur put down the rifle. At this point, Frank smiled and said, "Go get your target paper. Let's count together."

Arthur ran back with the three target papers, but unlike yesterday, he didn't perform as miraculously this time.

He scored 60 points with the AR, 47 points with the AK47, and 52 points with the Type 97. For a beginner, this was pretty good, but not particularly strong. It was basically at the upper level of beginners, but still far from being a genius. In simple terms, it was average.

Frank took Arthur's target paper, looked at it for a while, and then said in surprise, "You shoot better with a rifle than a handgun? Well, not bad. It's good to achieve this result on your first try."

Arthur was still quite satisfied. But before he could speak, George's phone suddenly rang. He answered the call, said a few words, and then immediately said to Frank, "Bad news, we need to go back to the company. Someone broke into the client's house."

Frank immediately said, "Really? Then today's competition is canceled. We need to go back right away."

The four of them began to pack up their rifles without hesitation, while Arthur watched on, feeling like these people just wanted to see him shoot.

At this moment, Frank's phone rang. Holding his phone and a gun, Frank said, "What's wrong? What? Really? We'll be right there!"

After hanging up the phone, Frank's face turned extremely ugly. He said, "We're really in trouble. Let's go back immediately, quickly!"