The basement level is the shooting range of the shooting club.

Before going down the stairs, Chen Yan heard dense and loud gunfire. Until he entered the basement, the gunfire had covered up the human voice to a certain extent.

As Jack Bardo said, there are too many tricks.

Jack Baldo took Chen Yan to the rest area opposite the shooting range, found a middle-aged Rook man who was smoking, and said hello:

"Paul, good afternoon."

The unkempt man raised his head, looked at Jack Baldo with bloodshot eyes, and said:

"Look who's here, isn't he the barbarian from Catalina?"

Jack Baldo smiled and punched him slowly. The man named "Paul" grinned and raised his hand.

The fists of the two collided with each other, neither lightly nor hard, and they separated as soon as they touched.

Jack Bardo motioned Chen Yan to sit on the torn dark green single sofa opposite Paul, while he sat next to Paul and introduced to Paul:

"This is Chen Yan, my good brother."

Paul glanced at Chen Yan but did not say hello.

Jack Baldo said to Chen Yan:

"This is Paul Jin Walker, my old boss. He used to take good care of me in the factory. When I started to fight with someone, I was beaten like a rag bag. If Paul hadn't helped me, I would have died in a stinking ditch.

Already."

Chen Yan stretched out his hand:

"Nice to meet you."

He felt that the man's state was a bit strange, and his mental state seemed... too decadent.

And... Paulkin Walker? Why does this name feel a bit familiar?

It always feels like I’ve seen it somewhere before…

Paulkin Walker did not shake hands with Chen Yan, but said to Jack Baldo:

"Manzi, since I am the person you introduced, I won't talk nonsense. I get a commission of 2 shillings a week. You can come to me at any time 24 hours a day."

2 shillings a week, or 34 pence a day, is much higher than the daily wages of most downtown workers.

But considering that firearms shooting instructors themselves rely on skills, 34 pence a day is not too much.

What's more, being on call 24 hours a day is a very good condition in itself - even if Chen Yan doesn't need it.

"If you add in the money for buying bullets...and venue usage fees, how much money will be enough for a week?"

When Paulkin Walker heard Chen Yan's straightforward question, his eyes became visibly relaxed:

"All items taken together cost 3 shillings 40p a week."

He repeated:

"This is the lowest price. If you go to someone else's, it will only be higher."

Shooting instructor jobs seem to be highly competitive.

In a place with a large number of people, what job is not highly competitive?

Chen Yan could completely accept the price. This time he extended his hand again:

"Well, nice to meet you, Coach Walker."

This time, Paulkin Walker hesitated, then stretched out his hand and shook his hand stiffly.

"Without further ado, my students, let's start now."

When Chen Yan shook hands with him, he felt that his palms were cold - almost as cold as snowflakes.

This is very abnormal... This person seems to be suffering from some kind of hypothermia or something like that?

Paulkin Walker took Chen Yan to the shooting booth of the shooting range and began to talk to Chen Yan about some basic knowledge of firearms.

Chen Yan originally thought that he would cover some "serious" basic knowledge, but who knew that what he was talking about were all very practical things, such as how to shoot in places like Xiacheng District, and what can be used as a reference when shooting in the street.

The shooting angles that need to be paid attention to in street fighting in the old city, the shooting habits of gangs in various areas of Yanan City, etc...

Chen Yan couldn't remember so much at once, so he used the excuse of going to the bathroom to turn on the recording button on his phone. When he came back, he continued to listen to him and recorded everything he said.

It wasn't until nearly four o'clock in the afternoon that Chen Yan started practicing shooting.

Paulkin Walker taught him many practical tips, but at the same time emphasized to him that these tips were only auxiliary. Only by practicing more can you become truly proficient with firearms.

When Chen Yan asked him, since the small skills are only auxiliary, why not teach them later? Aren't you afraid that after teaching, you will be immersed in these small skills and no longer focus on "practice and mastery" itself?

When talking about this, Paulkin Walker lit a cigarette and said meaningfully: "No matter how skilled a gunman is with a gun, he will encounter danger, and in most cases, the shooting itself is not important, as long as the accuracy is sufficient.

Well, the important thing is that you know how to shoot and when to shoot..."

It seems like Paulkin Walker has been through a lot.

This vicissitudes of life middle-aged man is not as unkind as he appears on the outside. After several exchanges, it seems that because he feels that Chen Yan is a reliable person, Paulkin talks more and more.

Paulkin Walker himself is a "third generation worker" - his grandfather originally lived in a village further west of Yanan City, and followed his fellow villagers to Yanan decades ago and became a painter.

At that time, the steam engine had just appeared in the empire, and with productivity skyrocketing, the city of Yharnam was changing almost with each passing day. Paulkin Walker's grandfather reaped the dividends of the times. Even if he was just a painter, he could earn enough to support a large family.

people.

In Paulkin Walker's father's generation, Yanan City was still developing rapidly, with huge buildings rising in the lower town and industrial areas. Even though he only inherited the mantle of his grandfather's painter, his father also made some money.

"The most correct thing my father did in his life was to enroll me in airsoft training classes when I was a child."

Paulkin Walker blew out a puff of smoke and squinted his bloodshot eyes, trying not to let outsiders see the emotion in his eyes.

Chen Yan saw that his hand holding the cigarette was shaking... probably because of the cold.

What happened to him?

Paulkin Walker seemed not to notice Chen Yan's gaze and continued:

"Who the hell would have thought that this would later become my cooking skill?"

"Bounty duels are not a good thing. Little brother, you don't understand. Making money with one's life is the most painful thing. It's not exciting at all, and it's stupid. The more you win, the less others will look at you.

It’s like looking at a ‘person’.”

In Paul King Walker's generation, due to the large number of new immigrants entering the customs, manual labor was no longer valuable, wages continued to drop, and the number of jobs per day was increasing.

In order to make ends meet, Paulkin Walker entered a factory that produced steam engine parts.

It would be fine if he had not experienced the era when his father and grandfather worked alone to support the family. However, after Paulkin Walker personally experienced everything his father and grandfather had experienced, he became increasingly dissatisfied with his current job.

If you have never seen the light, you will never feel the darkness.

Paulkin Walker had seen the light, so he felt that the boss of his factory was too fucked up. After an intolerable request for a wage increase and a clear rejection, Paulkin Walker shot the boss's ear out.

His shot not only blew out his boss's ear, but also blew up his own savings. After paying the boss's injury and lost wages, he discovered that this shot also destroyed his own house - he

His savings were not enough to pay local taxes, so he was kicked out by the municipal government.

As a last resort, I can only rent a house with my wife outside.

When talking about his wife, Paulkin Walker fell silent and changed the topic.

"The gun you are holding in your hand now is an affordable pistol produced by the military factory of the William Adams Group. The model is W.Y.918. It is called [Little Toast] on the street.

This kind of gun became affordable for everyone. At that time... maybe a few years ago, just a few months after this gun was released, a hired gunman disguised as a waiter took this gun out of a small toast,

Blast a congressman's head off!

Oh, now that I mention it, I still want to call him a hero!

Although the hero is dead, the name of [Little Toast] has been passed down because that incident left such a damn deep impression on people."

Paulkin Walker smoked the remaining cigarette in his hand in one breath. In the process, Chen Yan actually saw him roll his eyes.

This guy...isn't he in a good state of mind because it's too cold...

Chen Yan became wary of Paulkin Walker's condition. He did not want a mentally ill person to be his shooting coach.

Paulkin Walker wanted to say something else, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard a scream coming from the other side of the shooting range.

"Some fool hit himself."

Paulkin Walker's face gradually stiffened and his expression gradually turned cold. He glanced at Chen Yan and whispered:

"I gonna go see."

Chen Yan walked with him towards the gathering place and saw that one person had fallen to the ground with a bloody mess on his neck.

"Oh wow, one shot penetrated the main artery. This man is so damn cruel to himself."

Another person knelt beside him, holding his hand, muttering something unknown. This person was dressed strangely, wearing a hood and dark green robe, like... a cultist.

The unfortunate man lying on the ground was obviously hopeless, but the cultist still held his hand and muttered incomprehensible words.

The onlookers did not say anything to stop him, nor did they offer any help. They seemed to be used to such scenes.

After a moment, the cultist suddenly looked up and shouted:
To be continued...