Mercenary’s War
Chapter 1338: Gao Yang’s Recognition Through Shooting Skills

Chapter 1338: Gao Yang’s Recognition Through Shooting Skills

Many athletes have an extremely strong personal style. As long as you see their iconic movements, you don’t need to see their face to know who they are.

It’s the same with singing. Once you hear the voice, you know who is singing. Many people have their unique imprint, which can’t be hidden.

There’s no doubt that Gao Yang also has a very strong personal style. It’s fine if he doesn’t shoot; no one knows who he is. But once he picks up a gun and fires, he can’t be hidden, just like the sun leaping over the horizon.

Shooting habits are something Gao Yang fixed after firing countless bullets, and it was hard to solidify them. There’s no chance that he would change them; he barely has enough time to enhance and cement the standard shooting form.

But outside the battlefield, these shooting habits can be deadly. Gao Yang was really troubled by this issue. As a mercenary with many enemies, he truly didn’t want to be recognized because of his shooting style. But on the battlefield, that was impossible. He couldn’t change his shooting style and habits just to hide his identity.

The way he greeted was so impactful that it drew everyone’s attention to him. But Gao Yang hesitated a bit, wondering whether to continue. So he looked at Morgan for guidance.

Morgan had already walked up to him. Standing beside Gao Yang, Morgan patted his shoulder and whispered, "Here, absolutely no one will do any filming or anything like that. Just enjoy the shooting boldly and greet them properly. Trust me, in Texas, there’s no better way to integrate into their circle than this."

Gao Yang nodded, placed the pistol and the empty magazine on the table, raised his half-empty beer towards the group as a greeting, downed the beer, then picked up a commemorative Winchester M1894 lever-action rifle and walked back to the front.

He took a deep breath, shot at a nearby metal target to try out the aimer, and then aimed at a distant metal target, hitting it with a series of ding-dong sounds.

The lever-action rifle had a considerable ammo capacity. Gao Yang’s rapid and continuous action of loading bullets by manipulating the lever made his fingers sore. After finishing all the bullets, he looked at his fingers, which were rubbed red from moving too fast. He blew on them and suddenly heard applause.

Everyone was clapping, and the burly man gave him a thumbs-up, loudly saying in a somewhat hard-to-understand accent, "Great shooting, buddy, really great."

Gao Yang nodded slightly to acknowledge, then raised the gun in his hand before placing it back on the table.

Gao Yang planned to stop, but the audience wouldn’t have it. The burly man, with a thick accent and excitement, said, "Buddy, keep going, keep going, show us a bit more."

Gao Yang spotted a shotgun standing there. He took it up and started loading bullets into his pockets. Once his pockets were full and he had loaded two bullets into the chamber, he snapped it shut and began looking for a suitable target.

A trap shooting machine would be best, but unfortunately, there wasn’t one here. Just as Gao Yang was looking for a suitable target, the burly man loudly said, "You want a moving target? Buddy, how about I throw beer bottles for you to shoot?"

Gao Yang nodded and smiled, "Sure, but won’t it be too troublesome to clean up the beer bottles?"

"No problem, no problem at all! Buddy, shoot as you like. Leave the cleaning to me. You don’t need to worry at all."

The burly man hurriedly ran to the table, grabbed two empty beer bottles, and shouted to Gao Yang, "Buddy, watch out, I’m going to throw them."

Gao Yang didn’t hold up his gun but simply smiled and said, "Put some force into it, throw it far."

A beer bottle flew up into the sky with a whoosh. Gao Yang quickly raised his gun, and the glass bottle shattered into dust in mid-air.

Gao Yang put down his gun and called out, "Buddy, don’t throw them high, throw them far."

The bottle flew out again, and Gao Yang shot it down. This kind of target was not challenging for him at all.

The burly man exclaimed in amazement, "Buddy, not bad at all. Wait, I’ll go grab more bottles."

Another person who had been watching Gao Yang’s performance hurriedly said, "I’ll go, I’ll go get them; let me throw this time!"

The speaker wasn’t very old, looking about seventeen or eighteen. After saying that, he immediately ran off. The burly man, however, shouted at the young man’s back, "Bring more of them!"

Morgan leaned over to Gao Yang with a low laugh, "They’re Morey’s sons, the elder and the younger."

At this time, the burly man approached Gao Yang with excitement, "Hello buddy, I’m Rick Perry. I haven’t seen you before. Are you a friend of my dad?"

Rick didn’t extend his hand for a handshake but raised his palm. After exchanging a high-five with Rick, Gao Yang laughed and said, "Hello Rick, I came at your father’s invitation. You can call me Gao."

Rick laughed and said, "You’re really something. Are you a professional?"

Gao Yang shook his head and said, "No, shooting is not my profession, just a hobby."

Morgan laughed and said, "Rick, Gao runs a military defense company, Solar System International Defense Company, have you heard of it?"

Rick thought for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Sorry, this is really the first time I’m hearing of it."

Morgan laughed heartily and said, "That’s right, because this company just completed its registration in Houston today, and Gao’s company headquarters is right in Houston."

Rick looked pleasantly surprised and said, "Really? That’s great, I think we can meet often."

Just then, Rick’s brother came over holding a basket full of beer bottles. He placed it on the ground, grabbed two bottles, and loudly said, "Ready? If you’re ready, I’ll throw them."

Relying on people to throw bottles by hand is slow and close-range, leaving no reason for Gao Yang to miss. He shattered all the bottles thrown by Morey’s two sons, which piqued the interest of others, so people started taking turns throwing bottles for Gao Yang to shoot.

Men and women all joined in, and no one’s bottle escaped being shattered, soon drawing the host, Morey, over as well.

The guests kept coming, but the shooting game continued. Finally, after a few more bottles were thrown, the empty bottles ran out, even the previously used ones were gone. But that didn’t matter, since Morey, caught up in the fun, definitely wouldn’t mind letting Gao Yang shoot unopened beers.

Morey shouted, "Everyone, be careful, the beer bottle shards might scatter far. Also, whoever can break Gao’s hit record, I’ll give them a gun. If no one can stop Gao, then I’ll give the gun to him. Who wants to throw? My arms are sore."

People laughed and tossed bottles for Gao Yang to shoot at. Occasionally, someone would take Gao Yang’s gun and try shooting a few rounds themselves, only to announce their failure with a regretful look when the bottles hit the ground.

Eventually, they ran out of shotgun rounds, and Gao Yang’s undefeated streak remained unbroken.

With a face full of regret, Morey loudly said, "Alright everyone, I have to announce that the final winner is Gao."

Morey announced that his gun had to be given to Gao Yang, but caught up in the excitement and wanting to leave a deep impression on people, Gao Yang smiled and said, "No, this game isn’t over. I can switch to a rifle or maybe a handgun? You tell me, I’m fine with whatever gun."

If Gao Yang introduced himself as the owner of the Solar System International Defense Company, not many people would remember him, because everyone here was someone of importance. But after greeting them with his shooting skills, the effect was clear; anyone attending the party would never forget him.

Shooting bottles with a rifle or handgun is certainly harder than with a shotgun. Morey clapped his hands and loudly said, "Shoot with a handgun, quickly, quickly, who wants to bet with me? I bet Gao will miss."

Immediately, someone shouted, "I bet he won’t miss. What’s the wager?"

Morey laughed and said, "Losers are responsible for the barbecue, winners for eating. Who wants to join in? Be quick, those who agree with me, stand on my side."

Morgan unhesitatingly went to Morey’s opposing side and loudly said, "I bet that Gao won’t miss."

Quickly, the result came out. Morey had about twenty people on his side, while Morgan had about ten. Overall, there were still fewer people who believed Gao Yang could hit all the bottles with a handgun.

The shooting resumed, with Gao Yang using the same 1911 handgun. The shooting was intermittent, and more people joined the bet, although all the new participants sided with those betting on Gao Yang. The reason was simple; when they arrived, Gao Yang had already proven he was just as accurate with a handgun.

The final result? When has Gao Yang ever disappointed those betting on him in a shooting contest?

After shooting dozens more bullets, the shooting game finally ended, but the only issue was that there were too many losers needing to serve everyone with the barbecue.

With the shooting over, Gao Yang put down his gun; he had now become the star of the party, not needing Morey or Morgan to introduce him. Everywhere he went, people reached out their hands and faced him with warm smiles.

Just as Gao Yang was busy mingling with people, his phone suddenly rang. Apologizing to the person he was talking to, Gao Yang took out his phone.

Having been very busy lately, Gao Yang’s phone hadn’t been turned on for a while. He preferred and was more used to using a satellite phone. If not for the party, he likely wouldn’t have brought his phone.

Seeing the caller was from an unfamiliar number, Gao Yang still answered, and after connecting, he heard a strange voice ask, "Hello, is this Mr. Gao?"

Gao Yang softly said, "It’s me, who is this?"

"My name is Sidean, I’m a will executor. It’s like this, Mr. Gao, I’ve been commissioned to contact you and officially notify you of an inheritance you are to receive. If it’s convenient, may I verify your identity first?" (To be continued. If you like this story, you are welcome to visit qidian.com to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)