American Comprehensive Detective: Opening with a black gun

Chapter 87 87 Doubt Life

Ron lowered his head, cut the steak with a knife and fork, put it in his mouth and kept chewing it. The faint scent of rosemary, coupled with the taste of the beef itself, exploded in his mouth. It was worthy of the ultimate VIP treatment. It tasted really good.

Ron looked like he was enjoying it.

Seeing this, Kate's doubts suddenly dissipated a lot.

The next day, after Ron and Kate successfully reported, Kate was immediately arranged by Jonathan to go to the headquarters for special training.

It can be seen that the department is short of people, and Jonathan hopes that Kate can complete the training quickly and then join the investigation bureau to start work.

The two had just met and had to part ways, so they spent another morning, afternoon and night without shame.

The first night, he could still use the excuse that there was a cat at home and didn't feed it, but the next day, this excuse didn't work.

Fortunately, Kate will be leaving soon.

Ron regretted more and more that he had impulsively invited Kate to become his assistant!

…

Either you are eating soft rice, or I am eating soft rice!

The fighting spirit is rising and spreading in the air!

Several people stepped into the elevator, and then the elevator rose to the second floor. Grace was a regular customer here, so the group of people was quickly taken into a room.

Brandon was dumbfounded. All the targets hit the bull's-eye with ten rings.

"This...this..." Brandon was a little doubtful about life.

Strong fighting spirit burst out when the two people's eyes intertwined.

Then the 10-meter moving target bounced up from the front.

Seeing that Ron was a little distracted, Grace asked kindly.

"Brenton, I think it's better to forget it. After all, Mr. Ron is an elite in the FBI." Grace stood up and advised.

Grace has exquisite facial features, delicate and white skin, wearing black sneakers, white slim-fitting sportswear, and a slender figure. Walking with Ron, she is actually slightly taller than Ron.

Ron drove his car and followed a black car into a private shooting gallery.

The car drives into the underground parking lot.

Next is 15 meters.

"Let the bullets fly for a while!"

Ron said casually: "You go first, if I go first, I'm worried it will affect your performance!"

Grace is the best friend introduced by her aunt Melinda yesterday.

"You first, or me first?" Brandon asked Ron.

Bullets loaded.

Brandon insisted: "I don't believe you can affect my performance. As a veteran, you have no idea what I have been through?"

Ron still held the gun in one hand, and first the 5-meter moving target bounced up from the front.

Brandon's expression relaxed a lot, and a trace of contempt appeared on his face.

In the last 30 meters, five moving targets bounced up at the same time.

This Brandon isn't thinking about defeating me to show off his abilities and win Grace's heart, right?

"Uh... okay?"

Grace blinked and looked at Ron, her eyes shining.

Competition is coming!

Ron looked at Brandon in surprise. Brandon was about 1.9 meters tall, very strong and not handsome, but he looked confident and had provocative eyes.

At such a level, do you want to compare with him, the retired military king?

dream!

Ron said he didn't want to work hard anymore.

Although Grace is very tall, her body proportions are very good, especially her long legs, which can probably stretch out her waist.

Three gunshots sounded almost at the same time, and three moving targets rushed into the street instantly.

Ron has always lacked courage in this regard.

Then, the moving targets moved from the back to the front.

After all, it takes courage to reject a beautiful woman.

Three moving targets suddenly hit the street again.

Ron Xin said, as an investigator, you have no idea what I have been through!

"Okay." Ron was helpless.

Because Ron's speed is so fast and so accurate.

Seeing as she was so beautiful, Ron had no reason to refuse her invitation.

Ron looked at Brandon with a smile.

"Bang bang bang."

Brandon watched the targets being knocked down one by one, feeling anxious secretly.

She knew exactly how difficult it was to achieve results like Ron's.

Naturally, Ron would not refuse such a request.

There's nothing strange about this.

Ron held the pistol casually in one hand. Brandon saw Ron holding the gun like an amateur, very casually, and felt contempt for him.

20 meters.

Ron got out of the car.

"Bang bang bang."

Brandon looked ecstatic. Could it be that Ron made a mistake?

After waiting for so long, Ron finally made a mistake, but luckily he didn't give up.

Suburbs of Los Angeles.

He actually invited him to go shooting together.

Of course it is both fast and accurate.

As for Grace, she is her aunt's friend.

“I’ve played with it before!”

Grace Stewart, one of the top ten female entrepreneurs in North America who looks like Nicole Kidman.

Isn't this a coincidence?

Everyone thought of going together.

Ron shook his head in disbelief.

Ron looked at the shocked Brandon with a faint smile.

Ron observed from Brandon's expression, confidence in his own strength, and unconcealable hostility.

Brandon came up with the rules of the game.

At this time, Brandon asked Ron.

Brandon glanced at Grace next to him, seemingly caring about Ron, and reminded him "kindly": "The recoil of the pistol is very strong. Holding the gun with one hand, it is easy to lose focus."

The life-and-death competition leaves no room for mercy.

The two put on shooting noise-canceling headphones.

There was more and more cold sweat on Brandon's face. The sharpshooters in the army were not so quick and accurate.

Grace should be distressed and proud.

"no problem!"

"Are you okay?"

Moreover, she is one of the top ten female entrepreneurs in North America, and her net worth is not low at all. This...

“Bang bang bang bang bang!”

"Okay, let's start. Whoever gets the most total number of rings within the specified time will be the winner. If the number of rings is the same, whoever takes the shorter time will be the winner!"

Grace and his bodyguard and driver Brandon also walked down.

"Missed?"

Naturally, Ron will be impressed.

Brandon glared, "What do you mean? Looking down on people? No, you have to go first!"

Ron doesn’t even know which movie Grace is the heroine in?

At around thirty years old, my appearance is still within its shelf life.

"Really? I don't believe it!"

By the end, cold sweat was streaming down my forehead.

Three more gunshots!

…

"Bang bang bang bang bang."

Every shot hit the bullseye in the chest.

There were five metallic sounds, and five moving targets fell down.

Isn't this... a plus?

A man would have undue thoughts about Grace.

Ron thought that I was an FBI.

So fast, is it really accurate?

As a member of the gun club, she often comes to practice shooting.

The combination of top-notch good looks and such height is a foul.

Ron guessed that this Brandon might also have some serious thoughts about Grace.

The two of them looked at each other, and both of them were people who didn't want to work hard.

You ask me if I have ever played with a gun. What do you mean?

Do you look down on the police, or do you look down on American criminals?

"How about we compete in a while?" Brandon suggested.

Because [Pistol Mastery] was quietly upgraded to full level LV6 by him before the competition.

"Compare, of course!"

"Okay!" Ron had no objection.

Five gunshots were fired, but the moving target still stood there upright.

Brandon shrugged, "Hey, it's up to you, then shall we still compete?"

"Mr. Ron, have you ever played with a gun before?"

"Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings...it's still the same ten rings!"

With her high emotional intelligence, she will naturally not let a one-sided competition happen.

Brandon took a deep look at Ron, and he was sure that Ron was not as simple as an ordinary FBI agent.

Naturally, although he is still a little unconvinced, he will not bring trouble to himself and continue this competition that is destined to end.

Just then, two middle-aged white men with IRS logos tattooed on their chests walked in.

(End of chapter)