Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

However, the panic that Uncle Dao imagined did not appear on Lin Shuyang.

He looked calm, neither frightened nor annoyed by the gun pointed at his head.

He just raised his eyelids and glanced at the gun that was close at hand. Then he reached out and took the Browning 1900 from the somewhat sluggish hand of Uncle Dao, almost smoothly.

Lin Shuyang sneered. Uncle Dao is a master, but he is a doctor. There are many acupuncture points on the wrist. This skill of grabbing things with one hand is always good for him.

Uncle Dao shook his numb wrist, his eyes changed dramatically, and he no longer looked down upon him.

After all, there are not many people who can take things away from him.

"Did Uncle Knife forget to load the gun? I have never eaten pork and I have seen pigs running away, so," while speaking, Lin Shuyang did not stop moving his hands.

He pulled off the slide neatly, and the gun made a beautiful arc in his hand, with the muzzle pointed at Uncle Dao's brow.

"That's how it should be!"

Uncle Dao's face suddenly turned ugly, "Don't you know that the gun will go off after it is loaded?"

Hearing this, Lin Shuyang deliberately tilted his head and glanced at him, raised his handsome eyebrows, and said in an evil tone: "I guess there are no bullets in this gun at all, is there?" He lengthened the tail tone and added: " Uncle Knife!"

Being targeted inexplicably, he must fight back.

Uncle Dao narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing.

Rong Xianyi, who had been watching calmly, stood up and pressed down the gun in Lin Shuyang's hand before Uncle Dao took action.

"This is not a place for practice. Go to the shooting range."

Hearing Rong Xianyi's words, Uncle Dao's expression softened a little. He reached out and took the gun away from Lin Shuyang and put it into the big wooden box. His movements were so fast that Lin Shuyang almost didn't react.

"Master Rong, let me go to the shooting range first. Boy, I didn't realize that you are quite interesting." After saying that, Uncle Dao moved the big wooden box towards the shooting range.

At this time, Chang Yu came over and said, "Brother Yi, it's time for us to meet Boss Bian."

"Yes." Rong Xianyi nodded lightly and said to Lin Shuyang: "Remember what I said, don't embarrass the Ronghua Sect during the distribution meeting."

After saying that, he left with Chang Yu.

After Lin Shuyang watched the car leave, he looked at Uncle Dao who was already standing in the middle of the shooting range not far away, and walked over with an evil smile.

Uncle Knife was holding the Browning in his hand. When he saw him coming over, he said lightly: "I will only demonstrate the disassembly and assembly once. Watch carefully."

Uncle Dao has experienced skills and smooth disassembly and assembly movements. He completed the disassembly and assembly in less than ten seconds.

Lin Shuyang stared closely at the movements of Uncle Dao's hand without even blinking.

Sure enough, there were no bullets in this gun.

Uncle Dao seemed to understand what he was thinking. While throwing the gun to him, he said, "You are right. There is indeed no bullet in the gun. Now you can disassemble it and show it to me."

Lin Shuyang caught it steadily, took two steps forward and walked to the wooden table next to Uncle Dao. Without saying a word, he removed and reinstalled the pistol according to the memory of what he had just seen.

Although the action is a bit slow, the process is correct.

He raised his eyes and found that Uncle Dao looked at him with a hint of recognition.

Next, Uncle Dao seriously began to teach him how to use it: "Use your muscles to level the gun in your hand. After aiming, don't hesitate and hit the target immediately... Like this... When shooting, your hand must be steady. You must also learn to slowly withdraw your strength to avoid being injured by the rear force."

The practice lasted until the afternoon, and even though the sun was shining brightly at noon, Uncle Dao didn't give him any time to rest.

Naturally, the dinner date with Chang Yu fell through.

It wasn't until the sun turned to the west that Lin Shuyang raised his smile. The smile was a bit arrogant. He shouted to Uncle Dao who was sitting on the bench not far away: "Uncle Dao, come here and compete with two swords?"

Uncle Dao likes to challenge and be challenged most in his life. Although the young man in front of him is not very good at shooting, it is still necessary to dampen his spirit.

He strode to Lin Shuyang's side, "What kind of comparison?"

"Since it's a 7-round magazine, how about we see who hits the center ring more times?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Uncle Dao's mouth.

"Then come on!"

Two minutes later, Uncle Dao looked at the shooting target in front of him with some disbelief in his eyes.

Lin Shuyang exclaimed with some exaggeration: "Ah, you hit six shots, and I only hit five. It seems I lost."

"Is this really your first time shooting today?" Otherwise, which beginner can achieve a hit rate of 70% in less than a day?

Excluding factors such as talent and abilities, there is only one possibility: he has at least two years of shooting experience.

Lin Shuyang turned the pistol twice in his hand, with a wanton and frivolous expression: "Today is the first time for a big girl to get on the sedan chair."

Uncle Dao stared at him for a few seconds, "Let's compete again."

"Okay, but let me say it first. After the competition, I have two questions to ask you."

"Then ask after the competition!"

Lin Shuyang put away the expression on his face and devoted himself seriously to the game.

Two minutes later, Uncle Dao still hit six shots, and Lin Shuyang also hit six this time.

He turned around and pursed his lips with a smile. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Uncle Dao pull out the broad knife from his back and place it on his neck.

The blade weighed at least a hundred pounds, and as soon as it hit his shoulder, it made him bend his knees.

"I ask you again, is this really the first time you fired a gun today?"

Lin Shuyang straightened his legs, his lowered eyes were cold, "I have answered you the same question once, don't just rely on the fact that you have a knife in your hand to ignore others, I have tolerated you for a long time! "

Uncle Dao snorted coldly and didn't take his words seriously at all: "Extend your hand and show it to me."

Lin Shuyang moved his palm, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes, but disappeared after two seconds.

He could see that A Yi actually respected this uncle Dao very much. Besides, considering how seriously he had just taught him, he had to endure this tone.

He hung the gun on his thumb and slowly stretched out his hands, palms up.

There was a look of shock in Uncle Dao's eyes, because Lin Shuyang's palms showed no traces of having touched the gun all the time. There were not even any calluses on the palms, only a few blood blisters that had been rubbed out today.

So, he really didn't lie.

"Hahaha, boy, you are such a genius!" Uncle Dao suddenly burst into laughter, raised his hand and put away the broad knife resting on Lin Shuyang's shoulder, and inserted it into the scabbard behind his back.

Lin Shuyang glanced at the bull's-eye and instantly understood the meaning of Uncle Dao's words.

"Boy, as long as you practice diligently in the future, you will definitely come in handy." At this moment, Uncle Dao's look at Lin Shuyang had changed from disdain at the beginning to praise and appreciation.

Hearing this, the corners of Lin Shuyang's lips finally raised again, and he said a polite word: "I would like to thank Uncle Dao for his guidance. Now, can I ask you two questions?"