I'm the City Lord of the Last Days (MTL Novel)

Chapter 4

Not only free weapons but also teaching? Song Xingcheng was overjoyed.

want! Must practice! After all, he didn't even know how to open the safety of the gun.

Song Xingcheng, who was hit by successive surprises, couldn't help showing a bright smile, carefully picked up the newly acquired weapon, and followed He Qianshan to the basement.

In the entertainment room on the ground floor of He's house, there was a circle-shaped target for throwing darts. He Qianshan took Song Xingcheng to stand opposite the dart target, and carefully taught Song Xingcheng how to control pistols and rifles. .

It was a matter of survival, Song Xingcheng studied very seriously.

Soon Song Xingcheng noticed that He Qianshan was proficient and experienced, and he was obviously not a newcomer to guns. The amazement and envy in Song Xingcheng's eyes were about to fly out, and he praised bluntly: "Brother He, why are you so stupid?" awesome?"

"I was more interested in this when I was studying abroad, and I played a lot. Now there is a way to get these. You don't have to worry about bullets, just shoot a few more shots to try the feel."

After He Qianshan patiently explained the essentials and points to pay attention to, he signaled Song Xingcheng to try shooting himself.

Song Xingcheng took a deep breath, held her breath, and stood sideways, with a gun in one hand and a gun in the other, and pulled the trigger at the dart board more than ten meters away.

The loud "bang" sound and the feeling of the palm being pushed back were not the point. The point was that a large charred black hole appeared on the dart board opposite, and a hole was punched out in the wall behind the dart board.

"Ha!" Song Xingcheng exclaimed, "Look! I hit the target!"

Eyes brimming with excitement looked at He Qianshan, and the bright smile on his face seemed to brighten up the whole room, full of appeal.

He Qianshan nodded in approval, but he didn't notice that the corners of his mouth were also slightly upturned.

Song Xingcheng, who was recognized, continued to look at the target on the opposite wall, pondering over and over again and practicing.

He Qianshan has been standing by the side patiently pointing out, imparting all his experience and skills, allowing Song Xingcheng to quickly become familiar with the guns in his hands.

Song Xingcheng gradually got used to it, He Qianshan took two steps back, silently looking at Song Xingcheng, who was obsessed with guns and weapon training and excited, with gentle eyes.

Song Xingcheng may not remember clearly, but He Qianshan remembers that when Song Xingcheng was still eight or nine years old, he would often come to He's house with his grandfather to play, and when the adults discussed important matters, he was sent to entertain the little ones.

At that time, He Qianshan found that he had no resistance to this little guy with round and bright eyes and a sweet and warm smile.

What kind of toys, games, pets, snacks, desserts and candies, as long as the little oranges smiled at him, he would offer them all with both hands without any principles.

Pulling away from the memories of the happy time, the slight smile on the corner of He Qianshan's mouth gradually dissipated, and his emotions became complicated.

It's a pity that when he went abroad to study later, the old man of the Song family died of a sudden illness, and then the Song family changed drastically... Under all kinds of changes, he hadn't seen Song Xingcheng for many years.