Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 231 - 230 Reluctance

Chapter 231: Chapter 230 Reluctance

Yang Yi’s wrists truly hurt.

They weren’t just in pain but also sore, not only sore but also numb, and not just numb but also swollen.

In short, now whenever Yang Yi saw a handgun, he was in pain, not just in his hands, but his head hurt as well.

Shooting 50,000 bullets in one month truly was a shortcut to practicing marksmanship. However, this shortcut wasn’t about taking a shorter path but rather having Yang Yi complete in one day what should have taken ten. The time might have been shorter, but he had not spared any distance of the journey.

But the effects were quite obvious. Although these days Yang Yi only shot at fixed targets, after firing 10,000 rounds, his marksmanship had indeed improved significantly.

Sharpshooters are made by the bullets they fire; this saying was absolutely correct. Now, from ten to thirty meters, Yang Yi could raise his gun and fire with every shot hitting its mark without fail. There was no chance he would miss a target up close anymore.

However, there was one thing—no matter what it is, too much of anything can become unbearable, and too many bullets could indeed make one feel sick.

Frankly, it was Yang Yi’s strong foundation that carried him through. He had developed a robust physique in prison, otherwise it would be really questionable whether he could even lift his arms.

Xiao Ran had stockpiled 10,000 rounds of 9mm Parabellum ammunition for Yang Yi to shoot, which he had used up without a single one remaining. Handgun ammunition didn’t normally require much stockpiling, and having 10,000 rounds at home was already a large quantity. But that wasn’t enough to withstand the ferocity of Yang Yi’s shooting.

After putting down the handgun, Yang Yi took out an empty magazine, separated the gun and the magazine on the table, then let out a long breath and said with a sigh, "Finally done..."

Xiao Ran nodded and said, "Mhm, I had you start with 9mm because the recoil is smaller. I still have 10,000 rounds of 11.43mm bullets at home; you might as well finish those too."

Yang Yi staggered, nearly falling over, then looked at Xiao Ran and said with a pained voice, "Why do you stockpile so much ammunition at home?"

"I don’t feel safe with too few bullets. To be honest, I have just over 20,000 rounds for the handgun, but I have even more rifle ammunition. You need to practice with the handgun, and of course, with the rifle too. However, we may have to leave soon, so I don’t think they’ll all be used up."

Xiao Ran sighed, then with a face full of regret said, "I don’t know if we’ll be able to come back, so we might as well use up all the bullets before we go. Once you’ve used up my stock, I reckon your marksmanship would be quite impressive."

Yang Yi said softly, "We can’t continue shooting, we have to go find Zhang Yong, head to Las Vegas."

Xiao Ran fell silent for a moment, then slightly melancholically said, "That soon, huh."

The time had already reached one week, and Yang Yi had agreed with Xiao Ran that they would go find Zhang Yong once the week was up. But now that the time had come, Xiao Ran didn’t seem too keen on leaving.

Yang Yi was about to speak when Xiao Ran shook her head and said softly, "Let’s not delay any further. Sooner or later we have to leave; let’s go ahead."

Carefully, Yang Yi said softly, "Do you not want to go with me anymore? If that’s the case, it’s okay, I can go alone."

Xiao Ran smiled and then looking at Yang Yi said, "It’s not that I don’t want to go, but I just feel a little reluctant. Let’s head back now."

Yang Yi began to pack up the guns they had brought, putting everything into a bag, then with somewhat trembling hands, he put all the things they had brought back into the car.

The place where Yang Yi practiced shooting belonged to Xiao Ran. Xiao Ran had a piece of land where she built a vacation log cabin, and behind the cabin was a forest, with a private shooting range between the cabin and the forest.

Yes, Xiao Ran was indeed very wealthy.

After locking up the log cabin they had stayed in for the past few days, Xiao Ran lingered against it for a long while before finally getting into the car.

After getting into the car, Xiao Ran finally said somewhat dismally, "I’ve had a lot of great times here. My foster mother taught me how to shoot and she would practice shooting with me every day. Now that I’m leaving, I don’t know if I can ever come back. It makes me sad."

Yang Yi wouldn’t say something like ’if you can’t bear to leave then don’t’ because he knew Xiao Ran didn’t have a choice. The janitor had made sure Xiao Ran knew everything, indicating that he hadn’t intended for Xiao Ran to stay out of it, even though Elvin didn’t say anything.

"Your foster mother must have been a remarkable person, right?"

Xiao Ran nodded and said in a deep voice, "Yes, she truly was an extraordinary person."

Xiao Ran didn’t want to talk too much about her foster mother; it had always been that way. So, after responding to Yang Yi, she stepped on the gas and drove off.

In the past few days, Yang Yi had noticed that Xiao Ran’s car accident in front of him was definitely intentional because not only could Xiao Ran drive, but she also drove very well.

Xiao Ran’s mood was low, so after returning to her home in the suburbs, she began to cook.

Xiao Ran liked to use cooking to soothe her emotions. Yang Yi thought this habit was very good, especially good.

Yang Yi, on the other hand, was cleaning his guns. He needed several guns each day since he shot a large number of bullets, as he had to familiarize himself with various firearms. But after firing, the guns needed cleaning. Although some guns could fire over a hundred rounds without cleaning, Xiao Ran’s habit was to clean them after use, and so Yang Yi had adopted this habit as well.

One cooked and the other cleaned guns. By the time Xiao Ran had prepared the meal, Yang Yi had also finished cleaning the guns.

Today, Xiao Ran had made several dishes, but both of them were very silent during the meal.

After dinner, Xiao Ran took Yang Yi’s cleaned and boxed handgun to her gunroom. Then, she took out four pistols—a M1911A1, a Glock 21, a USP45, and a MK23.

With the four pistols laid out on the table, Xiao Ran said indifferently, "These four guns are classic .45 caliber models and are quite common. After firing ten thousand rounds with these four guns, you will have mastered the feel of shooting a .45 caliber. This MK23 is my backup gun; I’m lending it to you but you cannot afford to lose it."

"Thank you."

"Don’t mention it."

Xiao Ran went back to her gunroom. After a while, she said in a deep voice, "Come and help me."

Xiao Ran was holding a rifle case in each hand, with four more at her feet. Yang Yi asked in astonishment, "Are you taking them all?"

"Taking them all."

"Is this moving or what? Can you really take that many? These are rifles, not pistols."

This time Xiao Ran didn’t bicker with Yang Yi. She looked at the cases at her feet and said softly, "These guns have different calibers, ranges, and purposes. Well, actually, I’m just a bit reluctant to leave them..."

Yang Yi said softly, "It’s not like you’re not coming back. Listen to me, let’s just take one each, only our main guns. Don’t forget we still have to travel from the United States to Europe; it’s not an easy journey. Wouldn’t it be more heartache if you lost them?"

Xiao Ran struggled for a while and finally said with a pained expression, "Alright, just the main gun it is."

Helping Xiao Ran to put the guns back in their places, Yang Yi said with a relaxed expression, "I’m telling you, there’s no need to be too sad. If you want to come back later, just come back. Isn’t it better to leave your things at home? With such a good security system here, you won’t lose anything."

Xiao Ran looked lost as she said, "I don’t know why, but there’s always this feeling... let’s hope so."