Even a genius, Gao Guang's hands started to shake.

He fired more than two hundred bullets in one breath, anyone would feel numb.

Mainstream handgun bullets are not too powerful, but there are definitely categories of powerful handgun bullets, such as .44 Magnum, such as .357 Magnum.

After firing two revolvers, Gao Guang's hand became numb. After firing the Desert Eagle, Gao Guang became afraid. When the staff put a loaded M500 on the table, Gao Guang fell silent.

As a shooting club, how can they lack the symbol of a tough guy, a super powerful revolver? Now, in front of Gao Guang, the table is full of various powerful handguns.

These are truly powerful handguns. The Browning 1935, which is known for its power, is completely out of the picture. Only the Desert Eagle can barely make it to the table as a powerful handgun.

The staff put the M500 in front of Gao Guang and made an encouraging gesture.

Gao Guang picked up the huge revolver, but he looked to John for help.

John smiled, showing his white teeth, and said in a gloating tone, "Go ahead, genius, keep going."

Gao Guang took a deep breath and held the gun tightly with both hands, standing with one foot in front of the other, ready to face the impact.

The Smith & Wesson is known as the Watchman Terminator, and is said to be the world's most powerful production handgun. To put it this way, both are .50 caliber, but the Desert Eagle fires .50 AE bullets, while the Smith & Wesson fires .50 Magnum bullets.

Many people don't know what Magnum represents, so let me explain it again. The muzzle energy of the M500 is 4000 joules, the muzzle energy of the .50 Desert Eagle is 2200 joules, the famous AK47 rifle has a muzzle energy of 1980 joules, and the muzzle energy of the M4A1 is 1650 joules.

The more you know, the more afraid you become.

After hesitating for a while, Gao Guang finally pulled the trigger.

The recoil caused the handgun to rise, almost hitting Gao Guang's nose. Even with noise-cancelling headphones, the deafening sound that does not belong to a handgun can still make one's heart tremble. As for where the bullet hit, only God knows.

He released his left hand, shook it, changed to holding the gun with his left hand, and shook his right hand. Fortunately, because he was mentally prepared, he also made corresponding countermeasures. It is impossible for his wrist to break, but Gao Guang's hand is really numb.Gao Guang looked at John again with a pleading look, but John raised his thumb and loudly said, "Keep going, there are nine bullets left."

Encouraged by John, Gao Guang gritted his teeth and struggled to finish the remaining four shots, then threw the gun on the table.

The staff squeezed out five terrifyingly long bullets and was about to reload, so Gao Guang held the staff's hand and sincerely said, "Forget it, um, five bullets are enough for this gun."

The staff looked at Gao Guang and finally smiled, saying, "Okay, voluntary withdrawal."

John laughed, and a few onlookers laughed too.

When people at the shooting range heard that a rookie was challenging the "full house," a few people came over to watch the fun.

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from "pawread.com".

The rookie's "full house" challenge was always attractive, but unfortunately, this round of shooting with a powerful handgun didn't break Gao Guang's nose, didn't make him drop the gun, and didn't see his wrist break. So, the onlookers felt a little regretful.

There was nothing else to see, and watching a rookie shaking his hand wasn't interesting, so the onlookers began to disperse.

Gao Guang looked at the staff and asked seriously, "Is it over?"

The staff looked at the table and said happily, "The 9mm caliber handgun and the powerful handgun group have been fired, and there are 180 rounds of .45ACP, 40 rounds of .40SW, and 20 rounds of .45GAP, plus 60 rounds of .22LR."

Gao Guang opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a while before saying, "Haven't I fired the 1911 yet? Um...then I'll finish firing the 1911."

Gao Guang was going to give up, but now he realized that he had never fired the 1911 series, so he had to fire a few more shots.

As he picked up a classic Colt 1911 and was about to shoot, Gao Guang suddenly looked at John and said seriously, "Uh, forget it..."

In the end, he didn't say it, and Gao Guang looked at the target and casually fired seven bullets.

His wrist hurt, his shoulder hurt, and his whole arm was numb. After putting down the 1911, Gao Guang said to the staff, "There's no need to shoot ten bullets with one gun. It's too much trouble. Don't reload."

The 1911 magazine holds seven rounds, and one round is not enough to shoot ten bullets, but Gao Guang didn't think it was necessary to shoot the remaining three bullets. Why force a round number? He wasn't obsessive-compulsive.The staff naturally respected the customer's choice, but John did not respect Gao Guang's choice.

"No, no, no, let me load the bullets for you."

John laughed wickedly, and he really started loading the bullets. Gao Guang couldn't help but say the words he hadn't finished just now.

"Then let's just finish shooting them all. My arm doesn't feel very comfortable, and it may affect my strength. Hmm, let's not teach you martial arts today."

Although there was a threatening tone in his words, Gao Guang knew that he had already admitted defeat when he said these words.

570 bullets were not easy to shoot.

John paused for a moment, then he put the magazine he had picked up back and shrugged. "Then let's not shoot anymore."

Gao Guang looked at the staff and said, "Can we shoot the rest next time?"

The staff smiled and said, "Sorry, the whole package can only be shot once because it's a discounted price."

What a profiteer!

Helplessly, Gao Guang couldn't swing his right arm anymore, so he grabbed the gun with his left hand and almost didn't aim at the target. The muzzle was roughly aimed at the target and he fired seven bullets.

Gao Guang shot very casually, and when his left hand was shaken by the recoil, he raised the muzzle. He didn't press the gun at all, which reduced the impact on his arm. Then he fired a shot when his left hand grabbed the gun and fell down. Anyway, he just wanted to use up the bullets, so why bother aiming?

Who cares about the target now? Gao Guang didn't care about how many rings he shot. John didn't care either, as Gao Guang shot accurately. But the staff still dutifully said, "Huh, three bullseyes?"

Gao Guang was already numb, and he didn't care about the rings, but John was stunned for a moment. Then he said to Gao Guang, "Are you left-handed?"

"No, I'm not."

John looked a little annoyed, and he impatiently said, "Then shoot again, keep shooting, shoot well."

Gao Guang changed to a Sig 1911 pistol, and he shot the bullets very casually again.

The staff scratched his face and looked at John doubtfully. John said irritably, "What are you looking at me for? Look at him, why are you looking at me?"

"John, can you do it?"

John turned his face to the side, but the staff continued to pester him. "Buddy, I don't mean to offend, but I really want to know if you can achieve this result with your left hand at 25 meters."

John twisted his neck unnaturally and said, "No, can you?""Possible with my right hand, impossible with my left."

The staff finished speaking and thought for a moment before turning to John. "I'm not allowed to shoot during work, but I really want to try. Your marksmanship is good, how about we try after I finish work?"

John firmly refused. "No, I decline."

Gao Guang picked up the gun, but seeing John and the staff so enthusiastic, he put it back.

"Why aren't you shooting? If you can hit three bullseyes, I'll buy this gun for you," John said, then turned to the staff. "Will, give him a new target paper. You can witness it, I bet my gun on it!"

The staff looked at John in surprise. John impatiently said, "Did you hear what I said? Give him a new target paper. I want to bet with him!"

The staff sighed and thought for a moment. "So what do you want if he loses?"

"Nothing!" John looked at Gao Guang confidently. "I think you're bluffing. So I bet you can't do it. If you win, I'll give you my gun. If you lose, I want nothing!"

Gao Guang picked up the gun again. His left hand had no strength, and when he held the gun, his hand shook violently, making it impossible to aim steadily.

He didn't know why he was shooting so well.

The staff looked at the gun in Gao Guang's hand and said, "John, a Smith & Wesson 1911 isn't cheap. The original price is $1,300, but you know all guns are getting more expensive now. A new SW1911 in our store costs $1,600."

"I bet he can't hit it!" John became more and more excited as he spoke. He pulled out his own gun and pointed it at Gao Guang. "If you hit four bullseyes, I'll give you my gun. If you hit five, I...I'll give you a Cabot production version. If you hit six, I'll give you a customer customized version. Come on, shoot!"

The staff suddenly said, "This gun's magazine holds eight bullets. What if he hits all eight bullseyes?"

"Hahaha... if he hits all eight, I'll give him a Cabot top custom version!"

The cheapest Cabot production version starts at $3,000, the customer customized version starts at a minimum of $5,000, and as for the high-end version, Gao Guang knew it cost over $100,000.

He didn't know why John was so excited, but it didn't matter if he lost. He just had to shoot.Gao Guang didn't plan to win against John, so he casually lifted his left hand and fired a shot while falling.

"Ten rings..."

The tone of the staff changed, and he reported how many rings Gao Guang hit while scratching his head, then immediately exclaimed, "F*ck! Another ten rings, unbelievable!"

The voice of the staff member Will sounded like he was crying, John's face looked like it was punched, and people from several target lanes away walked over, incredulously asking, "What kind of shooting is this?"

The first two shots were ten rings, Gao Guang fired the third shot, hitting the target paper but without any rings, so it could only be considered a miss.

John breathed a sigh of relief, not having to send over a gun worth tens of thousands of dollars. But he looked angry and yelled at Gao Guang, "Shoot properly, do you think I can't afford a gun?"

John was really confused, but Gao Guang ignored him and aimed for the fourth shot, but missed again.

At this point, the staff member named Will covered his head with his hands and said to John, "Buddy, your friend is throwing the game."

It was really inexplicable. Gao Guang wasn't throwing the game.

Before John could finish his sentence, Gao Guang fired his fifth shot.

Ten rings.

This shot silenced John's rage, and his expression froze.

The sixth, seventh, and eighth shots all missed.

After firing the eighth shot, the shooting range fell silent, the sound of gunfire disappeared, and there was no sound at all.