At the start, I tricked the school beauty, and ended up with twins?-Chapter 472 - 441: Firing Range

Chapter 472: Chapter 441: Firing Range

Gu Yu didn’t know how he had been persuaded to come to the shooting range.

His mind was filled with the sound of a bearded man speaking rapidly in gibberish, driving a small pickup with an AK47 tattooed on his left shoulder and a Nepalese kukri on his right.

Although he couldn’t understand the man’s language, he could tell from his animated gestures that he was discussing something akin to firing a gun.

And then with the imitated sound of gunfire…

He found himself confusedly following the man into the car.

To be precise, he was dragged into the car by Lin Xinyue.

“Why would you, a girl, be interested in guns and ammunition!” Gu Yu was truly exasperated, looking at Lin Xinyue who was curiously peering out the car window.

Turning to look at him with a puzzled expression, Lin Xinyue replied, “Can’t I? Don’t forget that I was a tough tomboy before I met you!”

At her words, Gu Yu was speechless.

It was true…

Before she got together with him, Lin Xinyue truly was an assertive and decisive woman!

As the president of the student council, and as a woman no less, she had to maintain a serious demeanor in order to lead the members beneath her.

In that light, it seemed normal for a strong-minded girl to be interested in such things!

“Just be careful later…” Gu Yu knew he had no chance of dissuading her, so he resigned himself to let her have her way.

His gaze shifted to Old Dai and the other two elders, and he felt even more of a headache coming on.

Young people being curious was understandable, but what was the deal with these three old men?

Wouldn’t the recoil of a gun shatter their old bones?

“Old Dai, you three… are you sure you want to give it a try?”

Gu Yu tentatively asked.

The response he got was a disdainful look from Dai Zhengguo and the others: “Tsk, what? You look down on us old fellows?”

“We were shooting guns in the military before you even knew where you were!”

“Exactly, exactly, let’s see the real deal under the barrel later!”

Old Deng and the others chimed in.

Now Gu Yu really had nothing to say.

As for Wu Shaohan, Gu Yu glanced over to see him elegantly straightening the wrinkles on his clothes, guessing that he probably wouldn’t be taking part.

Next up, his task was simply to protect Lin Xinyue and the three elders.

As for the ominous foreboding of the language in the predictions, he was too lazy to care about it now.

He couldn’t possibly turn on Lin Xinyue, nor could he train a gun on her.

“এখানেআমরাবেরিয়েযাই!”

The pickup suddenly braked, and the Bangladeshi uncle sitting in the passenger’s seat jumped out of the vehicle and waved at Gu Yu and the others with a smile.

“He said we’ve arrived, and it’s time to get out of the car,” Wu Shaohan said slowly.

“Okay, let’s go down then,” Gu Yu nodded, opened the door, and helped Lin Xinyue out of the car.

It was a good thing they had Wu Shaohan with them, otherwise they might have sat in the car like fools, clueless about what to do.

Having a guide was really important.

As soon as he got out of the car, Gu Yu heard a cacophony of sounds resembling firearms coming from a nearby abandoned factory—a sure sign that the range was very popular.

Judging by the rate of gunfire, this range must be quite popular.

Even though he had mentally reassured himself, Gu Yu couldn’t help but become inevitably nervous upon hearing the gunshots.

It wasn’t just him; Lin Xinyue, who had been so excited just moments ago, was now gripping his arm tightly.

Her eyes still shone with curiosity, but she must have been somewhat scared inside.

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In contrast, the three elders were surprisingly calm and even took the lead, following behind the bearded uncle.

It seemed they weren’t bragging; they must have been soldiers in the past.

“Let’s go, I want to experience it too.”

Wu Shaohan saw Gu Yu standing still and urged him on.

Gu Yu nodded hastily and caught up with Dai Zhengguo and the others.

…

The so-called Borneo shooting range was not like what one saw on TV, a large empty field where a group of people would stand in a row to shoot distant targets.

It was more like an open firing base made from an abandoned factory.

Of course, ‘open’ didn’t mean people could walk around shooting guns at random.

There were multiple shooting sites, and each had different terrain.

“প্রতিদিনএখানেঅনেকমানুষআছে, এবংতোমারমতচীনামানুষ।, তুমিভালবাসো…” the scruffy Bangladeshi uncle started to mumble again as they walked into the shooting range.

“He said many people come here to play every day, and some are Huaxia people like us; you will definitely like it here,” Wu Shaohan translated without waiting for Gu Yu’s group to ask.

Upon hearing Wu Shaohan speak, the uncle in front gave him a thumbs up.

“Yes, correct!”

Clearly, he understood some Huaxia language but could not speak much.

It must have been the Huaxia people who often came to the shooting range to shoot that taught him.

The uncle first took them to a small room, which was furnished with a simple metal table. On the table were lined up bullets of various sizes, and on the walls hung firearms of different models.

Gu Yu recognised the familiar AK, Desert Eagle, and AWM sniper rifles and such.

The reason he recognised them instantly was entirely because he had played shooting games before.

Beyond that, he didn’t recognise any others.

“Those are just for show; they won’t let us shoot with them,” Wu Shaohan said with a laugh when he saw Gu Yu’s gaze land on a Barrett.

Caught peeking, Gu Yu took his gaze back and nodded.

It made sense; that kind of gear was impressive just being on display at a shooting range, so there was no way it would be made available for regular people to play with.

It must have been strictly controlled firearms used only for display.

Upon entering the small hut, they were immediately greeted by a few big guys dressed similarly to the mustached uncle, all standing up; they were wearing tactical jackets and looked like mercenaries.

But obviously, they were unlikely to be real mercenaries.

Such attire was probably for attracting customers.

Indeed, seeing the unfamiliar faces of Gu Yu’s group, the men greeted them with beaming smiles.

Seeing their smiles, Gu Yu inexplicably got the feeling that he was about to be sized up like a pig about to be slaughtered.

“They’re already thinking about how to fish money out of our pockets,” Wu Shaohan said, grinning, confirming Gu Yu’s thought.

“Just what I was thinking…” Gu Yu laughed and nodded. It seemed that no matter where, fleecing outsiders was a universal agreement.

“I want to play with that one!”

Lin Xinyue pointed excitedly at the AK47 hanging on the wall.

Old Dai, however, turned and scoffed, “Hmph, girls should just play with pistols. You can’t handle such weaponry.”

“I won’t! I want to try that one!” Lin Xinyue refused to back down, her pride wounded by Dai Zhengguo’s mockery.

“Wait a moment, let’s talk with them first,” Gu Yu interrupted her, though he actually agreed with Old Dai’s reasoning…

Pistols… are surely much safer than rifles, right?

“I’ll go talk to them; you guys wait here,” declared Wu Shaohan, volunteering to approach the big guys and start up a conversation.

Listened to his fluent mumble, Gu Yu and the others were awed to no end.

[Exchange for the Bengali Basic Language Package – Listening, deduct five thousand Check-in Points!]

In the end, Gu Yu couldn’t resist, and he exchanged for a basic “listening” skill.

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