Los Angeles, a warehouse at the pier.
This place used to be a laundry detergent workshop. It was Barnett's private workshop, but Barnett was killed by Najini. Because of his disappearance, Barnett's subordinates ran away with the detergent.
Later, Wilson found out about this place and turned it into a shooting range.
The equipment in the warehouse was complete. Apart from the necessary firearms, there were many other equipment. For example, the huge sandbag that was obviously Wilson's personal sandbag. In the corner of the warehouse, there were seven or eight brand new sandbags that had already been blown apart.
Nagini could almost see Wilson venting his anger on the sandbags under the moonlight after the two of them separated last night.
The warehouse was a two-tiered 'palace' structure. The first floor was filled with fitness equipment and a huge arena, as well as many giant sandbags.
The second floor was a shooting range covered with soundproof boards.
There was a lot of equipment here, from slingshots to bows and arrows, and then guns and cannons. Nagini even saw a few rocket launchers in the corner.
It was no exaggeration to say that the weapons here were enough to equip an elite special forces team.
Wilson took a silver-white alloy slingshot from the shelf and tossed it over. Nagini caught the slingshot with a strange look in his eyes. "Are you sure this is shooting and not a toy?"
But in the face of Nagini's question, Wilson shook his head and took another slingshot from the shelf. It was similar to the one in Nagini's hands, the only difference being that his was bigger.
He opened a camouflaged box and took out a steel marble. Then, he opened his arms.
"Bang!"
Nagini looked over. Ten meters away from Wilson, the human target's head had been blown apart.
Wilson put away the slingshot and said coolly, "Don't underestimate any of the weapons here. Even a slingshot is enough to blow apart a person's head. You might not know this, but within ten meters, slingshots and pistols do the same damage."
"What about beyond ten meters?"
"Handguns are the most powerful at 30 to 50 meters, while bows and arrows at 50 to 80 meters are the best choice.
The 80-300 meter assault rifle is the most cost-effective. Beyond 300 meters, there are sniper rifles for you to practice.
As for the distance beyond 1000 meters?
That's not within your consideration. Los Angeles doesn't allow weapons of that level. In fact, sniper rifles are rarely seen. "
"Any good recommendations for pistols and bows?"
"I suggest you start with a slingshot. You're only six years old. The recoil from a handgun will affect your bone development."
Wilson frowned slightly. He warned Nagini sternly. One must know that this was a firearm, and any weapon here had the ability to kill. He did not like Nagini's overambitious attitude.
However, Nagini ignored him. He had already taken the item he wanted from the shelf.
This was a Desert Eagle. Najini had only used it in CS and CF. It had a pure black exterior, and the first thing he felt when he held it was its weight. The empty Desert Eagle weighed two kilograms, but its cold touch and exaggerated appearance were truly captivating.
When Wilson saw that Nagini had chosen the Desert Eagle, he could not help but frown. "I don't recommend you choose this gun. The recoil is too strong. Your arm …"
"Boom!"
With a loud boom, a huge hole appeared in the lower half of the humanoid target not far away.
Nagini patted his ears that were ringing from the sound and looked at Wilson in confusion. "What did you just say? I-I didn't hear it clearly. The gun was too loud."
Wilson's mouth twitched. He suppressed the shock in his heart and calmly shook his head. "Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that the gun is very loud."
Nagini rolled his eyes. "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?
Damn fatty, do you want to see me make a fool out of myself? "
Wilson was speechless. "First of all, I'm not fat. I'm strong. My body fat percentage has never exceeded 10%.
Secondly, don't call me a damn fatty. "
Nagini curled his lips. He did not want to continue arguing with Wilson. "Forget it. I don't want to argue with you about this. I feel that this gun is not bad. When do we start?"
Wilson opened his mouth, but in the end, he shook his head. He took another Desert Eagle from the shelf and began to teach Nagini how to shoot. He also taught him when and under what conditions the shooting was most effective.
Other than that, there were also some questions about the trajectory. Wilson did not know much about it, but he still passed it on to Nagini.
However, in the next few hours of teaching, Wilson was completely dumbfounded.
Generally speaking, when beginners choose a handgun, they would choose a small caliber handgun. The most typical examples would be Browning, Sturm, and other large brands of civilian sports handguns.
There was no recoil, and the caliber was 0.22 inches. It was light and easy to carry around.
However, the Desert Eagle was different. Let's not talk about whether it was suitable to carry around with a weight of 2 kilograms.
This gun had three calibers: 0.357 inch small caliber, 0.44 inch large caliber, and 0.50 inch large caliber.
The gun in Nagini's hand was used by Wilson, so it was 0.50 inch large caliber.
The larger the caliber, the bigger the bullet, and the more powerful the gun.
Among all the handguns in the world, the Desert Eagle was definitely one of the most difficult to learn. Not to mention beginners, even American soldiers with more than five years of experience would need a long time to master the characteristics of this gun.
There were three main difficulties. The first was the weight of the Desert Eagle. This required sufficient arm strength. After all, the empty Desert Eagle had a weight of 2 kilograms.
The second was the frightening recoil. There was once a gun tester who joked that only people over 80 kilograms could use this gun normally. From this, one could see the recoil of the Desert Eagle.
Finally, the structure of the Desert Eagle was complex. A good sharpshooter was fed bullets. If one dared to say that they were no longer a beginner, they would have to have at least shot a thousand bullets.
The power and structure of the Desert Eagle meant that the gun's lifespan would not be long.
This was also the reason why no country was willing to order the Desert Eagle in the past. It was because the cost was too high.
However, for Wilson, the third problem was the least of his worries. As for the first two problems, he did not need to worry about them because they were Nagini's problem.
However, when the two of them started practicing, Wilson realized that he was depressed.
He really did not understand how the six year old Nagini could withstand the recoil of a handgun like the Desert Eagle.
It must be known that even an adult would lose feeling in half of their arm after firing a round of bullets without touching the Desert Eagle.
In addition, what made Wilson even more puzzled was that Nagini's fixed target results were abysmal. The .50 caliber Desert Eagle had a magazine that could hold seven bullets. Nagini's results had never exceeded 30 points. He was completely at the level of a rookie.
But when it came to moving targets, Najini had an extremely terrifying talent. His average score was actually above 68 points!
Damn it. Shouldn't a normal person be better at fixed targets than moving targets?
Why was it the other way around for Nagini?
After an entire afternoon of practice, Wilson felt that his three views had been greatly impacted.
There were too many suspicious points about Nagini that were different from normal people.
However, Wilson did not delve into it. Like he said before, he would not care what Nagini's secret was. Therefore, even if he was curious, he would not ask.
As for why Nagini was so abnormal?
This was composed of many factors.
Moving targets were better than fixed targets because Basilisks had a strong dynamic ability. Although it was not as good as frogs, it was still very good compared to humans.
His poor fixed target results were also due to this reason. Snakes had poor eyesight. Although Nagini had begun to consciously protect his eyes, he still could not change the result of his mediocre eyesight.
The solution to the recoil problem was mainly because of Nagini's physical fitness.
Although as a six-year-old child, Nagini weighed less than 25 kilograms.
But don't forget that he was not a human, but an eight-meter-long poisonous python.
… … …
Name: Don Nagini
Race: Basilisk
Status: Normal
Level: Juvenile (Juvenile, Growth, Mature, Complete.)
Growth: 99.9%
Current Points: 4
… … …
From the data, it could be seen that although Nagini was still a six-year-old child as a human, as a Basilisk, Nagini had reached the limit of the juvenile stage, and Nagini had 4 points.
One point represented one ray of gray energy, and one ray of gray energy represented all the nutrients of an adult.
Nagini had 4 points, which meant that he had absorbed all the nutrients of 4 adults.
Although Nagini was still a child, his physical fitness was almost the same as an adult in his human form.
And in the Basilisk state, his strength was even more than that of a human.
Even if it was Wilson in front of him, although Nagini didn't think that he could beat this wall in hand-to-hand combat, his Venom could kill Wilson in three seconds with full firepower.
After dinner at the shooting range, Wilson went out and came back with 20 pounds of smoked beef and ten people's information.
Nagini asked Wilson when it would be over. He felt that this kind of practice had no effect on improvement.
Wilson wanted to reprimand Nagini not to bite off more than he could chew, but in just one afternoon, Nagini had used up most of the essence of what he had learned, which made him feel panicked.
He was silent for a long time and forced a calm look. "Three days. Tomorrow, you will learn the structure and assembly of pistols. The day after tomorrow, I will teach you the sniper rifle and assault rifle. The day after tomorrow, you can review it."
"But don't be complacent. Your level is about the same as mine. I used to have a coach named Nick Frey. With the same equipment, he can easily beat 10 people of my level."
"Nick Frey?"
"Well, Nick Frey, a very interesting black man. It is said that he was a soldier for a while, but unfortunately, he can only do civilian work now."