Chapter 405 - 393 Sympathy
Many soldiers can disassemble and reassemble their guns blindfolded, but for the average soldier, the only guns they have access to are their issued primary weapons. After a period of time, even without deliberate practice, they become extremely familiar with the weapons in their hands.
Paul was different, he brought six pistols, and he had mastery over all six of them.
Pistols are small, and their parts are even smaller. It is even more difficult to distinguish all the parts when they are mixed together. Not to mention, the six barrels, similar in thickness and almost the same in length, have very subtle differences. It is impossible to categorize them the instant they are touched without being extremely familiar with the guns.
What Paul demonstrated was not just a familiarity with guns; he showcased the pinnacle of a gunman’s skill.
After laying out the six pistols on the bed again, Paul picked up each one and pulled the trigger. Of course, there were no bullets, but each pistol made a crisp clicking sound, proving that every gun was assembled successfully.
"Did you see clearly?"
"I saw clearly."
Paul placed a pistol in front of Yang Yi and said in a deep voice, "You will start shooting when you can handle these guns as well as I can. This time, you need to practice with every gun you come across, but the most important weapon for you is the pistol, so we’ll start there."
There’s an old saying, "To know something like the back of one’s hand," and Paul’s seemingly magical performance was just that—extreme familiarity with guns.
Yang Yi felt certain he could achieve the same, it was just a matter of time.
Yang Yi started to disassemble the pistols, and, watching him start, Brian said solemnly, "Practice on your own. When you can reach a level like Paul’s, we will move on to the next thing."