Chapter: 68
As soon as he went out and saw Lie Yang, he suddenly had the familiar feeling of being watched again, and felt like a prey stared at by an eagle.
Suddenly, a doubt appeared in his mind: Why didn't the "peeper" follow me into the church before? Although in that way, I can still use the dark environment and the help of the pastor to hide him from "disappearing" for a short time, but is it difficult for him to pretend to pray and follow the surveillance? I didn't do anything bad, so what's the problem with going in openly?
Unless he has a dark history, is afraid of the church, is afraid of the bishop, and knows that the other party may have extraordinary abilities...
From this point of view, the possibility of a private detective is very, very low...
call! Klein let out a breath, and he was no longer as tense as before. He walked leisurely and walked around to Zouteland Street at the back.
He stopped in front of an old building with mottled walls. The house number here was "3" and the name was "Zotland Shooting Club".
The police department's underground shooting range has a section open to the "public" to earn extra money.
As soon as Klein entered, the feeling of being peeped disappeared immediately. He seized the opportunity and gave the badge of "Special Operations Department" to the waiter in charge of reception.
After a little verification, he was led underground and came to a small airtight shooting range.
"10-meter target." After briefly explaining to the waiter, Klein took out the revolver from the gun pouch under his arm, and took out the box of brass-colored bullets from his pocket.
Suddenly being targeted by someone made his desire for self-preservation overcome procrastination, so he couldn't wait to come over to practice marksmanship.
Snapped!
After the waiter left, he threw out the wheel and ejected the silver demon hunting bullets one by one, then picked up the normal brass bullets and stuffed them into the cylinder one by one.
This time, he didn't leave any space to prevent misfires, and he didn't take off his formal coat and half-top hat. He had to practice in the most ordinary attire. "Please stop and let me change into some light clothes."
Slap!
Klein closed the wheel and slid it with his thumb.
Suddenly, he held the gun in both hands, raised it straight up, and aimed it at a target 10 meters away.
But he didn't rush to shoot, but seriously recalled the experience of missing the target in military training and the common sense of three points and one line, and the recoil of shooting.
Crash! Crash!
Amid the sound of clothes being ripped, Klein practiced aiming and holding posture over and over again, as serious as a child taking a college entrance examination.
After repeated many times, he retreated to the place against the wall, sat on the soft bench, put the revolver aside, massaged his arms, and rested for a while.
After spending a few minutes thinking about what happened just now, Klein picked up the pistol with a wooden handle and copper-colored wheel again, came to the shooting position, made a standard posture, and pulled the trigger.
boom!
His arm trembled, his body leaned back slightly, and the bullet missed the target.
boom! boom! boom!
Having gained experience, he shot one shot at a time, feeling it out in practice until all six bullets were fired.
It was time to hit the target... Klein sat back down again and took two breaths.
Snapped! He threw out the runner, letting the six shell casings fall to the ground, and then continued to stuff the remaining brass-colored bullets one by one without changing his expression.
The activity relaxed his lower arm, and Klein stood up again, returning to the shooting position while summarizing.
boom! boom! boom! JrNovels.com
Suddenly, a doubt appeared in his mind: Why didn't the "peeper" follow me into the church before? Although in that way, I can still use the dark environment and the help of the pastor to hide him from "disappearing" for a short time, but is it difficult for him to pretend to pray and follow the surveillance? I didn't do anything bad, so what's the problem with going in openly?
Unless he has a dark history, is afraid of the church, is afraid of the bishop, and knows that the other party may have extraordinary abilities...
From this point of view, the possibility of a private detective is very, very low...
call! Klein let out a breath, and he was no longer as tense as before. He walked leisurely and walked around to Zouteland Street at the back.
He stopped in front of an old building with mottled walls. The house number here was "3" and the name was "Zotland Shooting Club".
The police department's underground shooting range has a section open to the "public" to earn extra money.
As soon as Klein entered, the feeling of being peeped disappeared immediately. He seized the opportunity and gave the badge of "Special Operations Department" to the waiter in charge of reception.
After a little verification, he was led underground and came to a small airtight shooting range.
"10-meter target." After briefly explaining to the waiter, Klein took out the revolver from the gun pouch under his arm, and took out the box of brass-colored bullets from his pocket.
Suddenly being targeted by someone made his desire for self-preservation overcome procrastination, so he couldn't wait to come over to practice marksmanship.
Snapped!
After the waiter left, he threw out the wheel and ejected the silver demon hunting bullets one by one, then picked up the normal brass bullets and stuffed them into the cylinder one by one.
This time, he didn't leave any space to prevent misfires, and he didn't take off his formal coat and half-top hat. He had to practice in the most ordinary attire. "Please stop and let me change into some light clothes."
Slap!
Klein closed the wheel and slid it with his thumb.
Suddenly, he held the gun in both hands, raised it straight up, and aimed it at a target 10 meters away.
But he didn't rush to shoot, but seriously recalled the experience of missing the target in military training and the common sense of three points and one line, and the recoil of shooting.
Crash! Crash!
Amid the sound of clothes being ripped, Klein practiced aiming and holding posture over and over again, as serious as a child taking a college entrance examination.
After repeated many times, he retreated to the place against the wall, sat on the soft bench, put the revolver aside, massaged his arms, and rested for a while.
After spending a few minutes thinking about what happened just now, Klein picked up the pistol with a wooden handle and copper-colored wheel again, came to the shooting position, made a standard posture, and pulled the trigger.
boom!
His arm trembled, his body leaned back slightly, and the bullet missed the target.
boom! boom! boom!
Having gained experience, he shot one shot at a time, feeling it out in practice until all six bullets were fired.
It was time to hit the target... Klein sat back down again and took two breaths.
Snapped! He threw out the runner, letting the six shell casings fall to the ground, and then continued to stuff the remaining brass-colored bullets one by one without changing his expression.
The activity relaxed his lower arm, and Klein stood up again, returning to the shooting position while summarizing.
boom! boom! boom! JrNovels.com
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