Will looked at Li Changheng with a hesitant expression, and suddenly expected that he would not accept it. After killing the innocent, he pushed the reason to the innocent.

This at least shows that Li Changheng's family and growth environment are very normal.

But Li Changheng was silent for less than ten seconds and said in a positive tone, "Sheriff, you must have heard of the words I ordered him to raise his hand, right?"

"When, of course."

Will suppressed the helplessness in his heart and patted Li Changheng on the shoulder with a smile. He really mistakenly thought that Li Changheng was not a child born and raised in a normal family.

Thinking of the New York Mafia, the Irish Gang and other forces, Will's heart trembled violently.

"Don't worry, ask for support, it will take at least one hour. We have time to discuss the case."

"That's good," Li Changheng nodded with a smile.

As for why Li Changheng accepted it so easily, it was entirely because he was an orphan for two lives.

Just an orphan for a lifetime, it can be said that he is not lucky, and he works hard to be a good person and is a rich man.

But if it has been for both lives, don’t expect Li Changheng to be so kind.

Even if he is not a complete bad guy, he is 100% egoist.

Lee Changheng continued to be a policeman in order to find trouble for Will and used Ryan to turn his eyes away from Rambo.

The two carried a long spear and carried a whole pack of ammunition. Will also learnt his lesson and brought the shooting rifle with a telescope in the police station.

After driving away from the police station, what surprised Li Changheng was that Will actually went to a convenience store and sold a small bucket of beer to fill it, then he went out of town.

After driving south for half an hour, the car arrived at the Horn shooting range outside the town.

Parked the car more than 20 meters outside a small wooden two-story villa. Will turned on the police car's megaphone and got off and stood by the car door.

He held the intercom and said, "Hone, this is Will, this is Will. Please remove the gun and stop looking at me again."

Not long after, Li Changheng, whose vision had become stronger because his body became stronger, saw a blurry figure snatched it from the hillside in the distance in the dark night.

A dozen meters away from the person who was holding a gun cursed angrily, "Damn Will, what do I want to do when I come so late?"

"Don't worry," Will responded loudly, "I'm definitely not asking you for trouble."

Putting the intercom microphone in the seat, Will said to Li Changheng, "Henry, don't get off the car without my notice, do you understand?"

Then he laughed and faced Horn with an unhappy look.

A few minutes later, Li Changheng got out of the car and opened the trunk, carrying an m16 and a Winchester M70 shotgun with a 3-9x scope on his back.

This m70 can be said to be the most commonly used and successful example of the United States' shooting rifle to sniper rifle from the 1940s to 1980s.

It was not until the m24, which was transformed with the Remington M700 shotgun appeared that it left the ranks of sniper rifles and became a more popular hunting rifle among civilian shotguns.

Li Changheng carried Winchester m70 on his back, carrying a small keg of beer in one hand and a whole pack of bullets in the other, and walked towards Will and Horn.

"Is this what you mean by a new rookie?"

"Don't worry about being a rookie or not, help me train and teach him to shoot."

Horn looked at Will in confusion, and saw that Will's face was serious, not like a joke. He hesitated for a moment before nodding solemnly.

"Let's go, it's just the evening. In the afternoon, I beat a wild boar in the mountains, eating barbecue, drinking beer, and teaching rookies."

"Damn it, I knew you bastard wouldn't be honest."

Will scolded Horn, who was leading the way, turned to Li Changheng and said, "Henry, don't tell me about Horn's hunting in the mountains."

"Don't worry, sheriff, I've always had a tight mouth."

Li Changheng instantly understood that the middle-aged man in front of him did not purchase a hunting license.

And the police in small towns like Will turn a blind eye, probably to facilitate the shooting range to practice guns and enjoy a free barbecue.

When he entered the shooting range, Li Changheng glanced around.

It is not so much a shooting range, but rather a private residence under a hillside.

Standing in the backyard of the villa, the farthest target you can see in the dark night is built on a small hill a hundred meters away.

Then you can see targets of 10 meters, 30 meters and 50 meters in turn. The gun-training person stood in the backyard of the villa and shot directly with the gun.

Li Changheng handed over the beer to Horn, and according to what he said, put the ammunition of the weapon on a row of wooden tables in the backyard, and then began to blast the ten magazines of the m16.

When he loaded a magazine for the first time, he not only loaded 30 bullets at the beginning, but also easily saw that Will and Horn had never touched the gun.

But after loading the 5 magazines, the speed was significantly different. Not only did they double the speed, but they also let Horn and Will sit five or six meters away, drinking wine while drinking wine while drinking wine. They couldn't help but look at each other in surprise.

Will turned his head and asked Horn in a low voice, "Man, can you tell if Henry really has never played with a gun or is he pretending?"

"It's definitely not pretending."

Horn stared at Li Changheng's hand with a confident look on his face, "I have been a sergeant for 6 years, and I have been teaching basically all recruits. Is he a rookie able to tell at a glance?

This child is like the 18-9-year-old recruits who came out of strict gun bans in New York, Massachusetts, New Jersey, etc., and cannot perform the muscle memory of his fingers when loading.

However, he is very smart, or his hands are very coordinated.

A normal person's proficiency in loading one thousand rounds is only 150 rounds."

Will couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard this.

If an adult in his 40s is deceived by a young man under 18 years old, he will be embarrassed.

Not long after Will and Horn mumbled, Li Changheng put down the tenth magazine filled with bullets and turned around to look at the two greasy middle-aged men sitting on the recliner.

Drinking the beer from the cup in one sip, Horn stood up and pulled the switch in the wooden house, and saw five light bulbs lit up between the backyard and the hillside.

Li Changheng squinted his eyes and looked at the hillside as far as 200 meters. There was only a human-shaped target erected, and the target's black appearance was probably a thick cast iron target.

If you think about it a little, you will understand it.

This is just a small town surrounded by mountains. Even if ordinary people hunt, they rarely shoot targets 200 meters away.

Because in the mountains, it is difficult to have a straight-line distance of 200 meters, and the view is not blocked by trees, bushes, and shrubs.

As for the shooting competitions among the United States, even in the 21st century, there are usually pistols and rifles competitions, and sniper rifles are projects of the troops and law enforcement agencies.

And 200 meters is almost the same, and ordinary gunmen can aim at the limit of their prey's sight.

Horn first taught Li Changheng how to load magazines, how to open insurance, top-up and safety matters, then how to stand, how to hold a gun, and how to offset recoil.
Chapter completed!