Specific example,

Luke, his mom, and Grandpa bought almost the same stocks. If they were to cash out in the stock market, the stocks Luke bought would definitely skyrocket, allowing his mom and grandpa to get rich without doing anything.

Unrealistic.

Of course, Luke himself didn't understand the stock market very well, and this was merely his personal speculation.

There might also be other plays in the stock market that could become cashable.

So he just went with a try-it-and-see attitude.

Seeing that the time was right, Luke stood up and announced, "OK, barbecue time."

Luke moved the barbecue from the kitchen, lit the charcoal, and started to grill steaks, lamb chops, seafood, and vegetables, sprinkling on some secret Chinese spices.

Soon, the aroma of meat was permeating the entire yard.

Luke took a deep breath through his nose, that's right, this was the Los Angeles life he wanted.

Robert shouted, "Luke, can you even barbecue? It's all burnt!"

...

The next morning.

Club Gun Club.

This gun club covered a large area and had both indoor and outdoor shooting ranges.

The venues were different, the training content varied, and so did the prices.

Last time, Luke and David went to a gun range reserved for police use, which was nearby and small in size, only suitable for shooting at fixed targets to practice, which was not very exciting.

In his previous life in China as a police officer, Luke didn't place much emphasis on marksmanship, rarely used guns, and didn't have many opportunities to practice shooting, so his skills were quite ordinary.

But Los Angeles was different; almost every mission involved using a gun and facing the risk of being shot. He felt that after experiencing several real-life engagements, his marksmanship had noticeably improved.

Of course... there was still room for improvement.

For safety, it was still necessary to practice shooting, as it could truly save his life in crucial moments.

The first priority was still the pistol, as despite rifles being powerful and carrying more bullets, they were much less practical than pistols.

Pistols could be carried at all times, allowing for immediate response when facing danger.

If there was time to switch to a rifle, it indicated that the police were prepared and outnumbering the opposition, which actually reduced the danger level.

Thus, a pistol was still the key to saving lives.

More importantly, Luke now had a Pistol Card, and he was eager to test its actual function.

He bypassed the fixed targets, as he could shoot those every day after work.

He was at this large gun club to practice shooting that was closer to actual combat.

Luke picked a commonly used Glock pistol.

The first shooting range was for moving targets.

The distances were set at 20 meters, 30 meters, and 40 meters. The person would stand still while the target slid forward, with speeds available in three settings.

Luke chose 30 meters at the lowest speed, held the gun with both hands, and pressed the move button.

The moving target slid from left to right.

He fired, bang!

He missed, just getting the feel for it, quite normal.

Second shot, bang!

Testing the feel again.

Third shot, bang!

Just missed.

...

Luke emptied the magazine; he fired 17 shots and hit five.

Luke felt a bit disappointed.

Maybe the distance was a bit far.

As for why he hit the suspect last time, he reflected on it too.

First, he had used the Accuracy Card, which improved his hit rate.

Second, the suspect was standing still at the time, aiming at a fixed target...

"David was right, your shooting sucks..."

A man's voice came through.

Luke turned around and saw it was Raymond.

"What a coincidence?"

"I come here every vacation day."

"Sounds like you're pretty good; give it a try," Luke handed him the pistol.

Raymond took the pistol, loaded it, aimed, and then put it back on the gun rack.

He pressed the moving target button, choosing the fastest setting.

This time, the target moved much faster.

Raymond drew his gun and fired, "Bang bang bang..."

He fired seventeen shots and hit seventeen.

Luke was stunned, "That's impressive."

"With the target distance fixed, the speed fixed, and the shooter stationary, hitting it is normal," Raymond handed the gun back to Luke.

Luke thought to himself, isn't this a ready-made coach? Rather than fumbling around on his own, it would be better to learn from him.

"Raymond, your shooting is so good, could you teach me?"

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, I'm very sincere. I'll buy you a drink tonight."

"Did you find Harley yet?"

Luke "..."

"Think carefully, I'm very strict. If you want to learn shooting from me, you need to be prepared."

"No problem, I'll buy you dinner."

"Good."

Subsequently, the two began a teaching mode.

Raymond explained some tactical movements in great detail, and Luke listened very seriously.

Afterward, Raymond demonstrated a shooting action again, then handed the gun to Luke, "You try."

Luke held the gun with both hands and pressed the moving target button.

The target just moved.

"Bang!" Raymond stopped the target again, "Are you planning to shoot with both hands?"

Luke was confused; was it some kind of single-hand operation?

With a stern face, Raymond said, "In field operations, you usually carry a gun, not hold it, so every practice session should start with drawing the gun.

In close combat, the chance of hitting each other is high, and the speed of shooting is the key to survival, and drawing is the first step of shooting."

"OK." Luke placed the gun in the holster, then pressed the moving target.

He drew the gun, aimed, and fired!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"What are you doing? Don't pause. The speed of your shooting is the guarantee of your life; speed it up!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Luke quickened his shooting pace, which increased the recoil and made aiming more difficult, significantly lowering his accuracy.

Raymond said, "Although the accuracy isn't high, the method is correct; keep practicing like this."