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In the morning, after having breakfast, Li Nan had a bit of a quarrel with two women at noon. This kind of leisurely life, without Zombies or mutated monsters to worry about, and not having to struggle for a living, felt quite strange for Li Nan since the apocalypse.
Li Nan lay comfortably on the sofa, quietly meditating for an entire afternoon. Although he didn't know what he was thinking about, from his content expression, it seemed he had gained some insights.
During this time, the Long-Faced Man came by again, whispering that everything had been taken care of. Li Nan nodded slightly and said, "Well done!"
Seeing Li Nan with a relaxed demeanor, the Long-Faced Man hesitated and said, "About that Old Zhou from this morning, Brother Nan, you must not trust him easily!"
Li Nan responded with an "Oh," and asked, "Why is that?"
The Long-Faced Man sighed bitterly, "That Old Zhou is not a good person; he talks nonsense and is not to be trusted. This morning, I saw that guy barging in here; I suspect he doesn't have good intentions!"
Li Nan smiled and said, "I can handle this; I can distinguish between gentlemen and scoundrels!"
Having said all he needed to say, the Long-Faced Man decided not to continue and took his leave.
At that moment, Li Nan began to sing a line from a play: "People say Sima is skilled in warfare; in my opinion, it's just a hollow reputation. He claims he never sets traps in life; yet in danger, he reveals his extraordinary abilities."
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After sending off the Long-Faced Man, Li Nan entered a mode of contemplation again, reclining on the sofa and enjoying his leisure.
Fast forward to the next day; the first thing Li Nan did upon waking up was to call for the two women in the building. He was going to teach them how to shoot today, and there was no room for negotiation.
This morning, Li Nan did not oversleep; he got up early. However, Mo Xiaohui and Lingdang'er had risen even earlier. By the time Li Nan went downstairs, both women were already dressed and waiting for him.
With a smile, Li Nan said, "So you knew you were coming to learn today and got up quite early!"
Mo Xiaohui shrugged, "We didn't wake up early, who is going to make breakfast for you?"
Li Nan chuckled and replied, "A virtuous wife and good mother, a model in the world!"
Last night, Li Dapeng did not return to Small Buildings, and Fatty had sent a message saying that his godson wanted to live with him. At that moment, Li Nan sighed inwardly, feeling a wave of disappointment. However, all of this was caused by his own actions; who could he blame?
Since Li Dapeng was not around, the three of them sat together and finished breakfast in just a few minutes.
After breakfast, Li Nan led Mo Xiaohui to the shooting range. The so-called shooting range was actually just an open space with two wooden targets set up; calling it a shooting range was somewhat exaggerated.
Li Nan called over a Younger Brother, who brought a wooden box filled with firearms from the camp's armory.
Before they reached the shooting range, they could see from a distance that there were two people standing in front of the wooden targets, one big and one small. Judging by the large figure's build, it was easy to tell it was Fatty.
Naturally, Li Dapeng was beside Fatty.
Mo Xiaohui was delighted to see Li Dapeng, but Li Nan's expression was mixed.
Fatty noticed someone behind him and turned around to see Li Nan. He immediately laughed, "Hey Nan, you seem in good spirits this early in the morning! Here to practice shooting?"
Seeing Fatty looking refreshed and showing no signs of injury made Li Nan curious.
"How's your shoulder? Are you able to shoot already?" Li Nan approached Fatty with a playful intent to pat his shoulder, but Fatty dodged quickly. "Nan, don't poke my weak spot!"
Li Nan chuckled; he knew Fatty's injury wouldn't heal that quickly. Meanwhile, Li Dapeng stood in front of Fatty, holding a Walther pistol with one eye closed for aiming. With a loud bang, a bullet shot out from Li Dapeng's handgun and hit the bullseye of the wooden target perfectly.
Li Nan glanced sideways at Fatty and sighed, "Impressive, a great teacher produces excellent students. But your speed is a bit too fast, isn't it? In just two days, you've managed to achieve such results!"
Fatty smiled and said, "This is just the beginning; I'm still far from being a true Gunslinger!"
At that moment, Mo Xiaohui and Lingdang'er approached and immediately said to Fatty, "Why don't you teach us too?"
Li Nan chuckled bitterly, "As expected, with a great master around, there's no need for a cheap master like me!"
Compared to Fatty, Li Nan's shooting skills were quite basic. He had only been learning for a short time, and that was in the Underground Morgue with Han Guang, so his skills were naturally not very good.
Standing aside, Li Nan said to Fatty, "I've brought you two more apprentices; show off your skills!"
Upon seeing Mo Xiaohui and Lingdang'er, Fatty became a bit flustered and joked, "Teaching Li Da Peng is fine, but with these two beauties... Nan Ge, aren't you afraid of me taking advantage?"
Li Nan waved his hand dismissively, "What’s there to be afraid of? Just go ahead and teach them. I'm willing but unable; since I've run into you today, there's no reason for me to do it myself!"
Fatty smiled at Mo Xiaohui and Lingdang'er and said, "Shooting isn't too technical; it's mostly about practice and a bit of talent with firearms. Don't let Li Da Peng's young age fool you; he has a good feel for guns. Once I correct his movements, his accuracy will naturally improve!"
Li Nan called out to Mo Xiaohui and Lingdang'er, "A master leads you through the door; your practice is up to you. Make sure to learn well!"
While speaking, Fatty moved over to the box of weapons that Li Nan had brought and peered inside. He remarked, "The weapons in here probably aren't suitable for you two. These are all heavy weapons; even the handguns use large caliber bullets with significant recoil. It would be quite challenging for women to handle them!"
Mo Xiaohui asked in surprise, "So what should we do?"
Fatty scratched his head and replied, "I know a few types of firearms that would be suitable for both of you!"
Fatty called the little brother beside Li Nan, who was carrying a box, and they went back to his home. About ten minutes later, Fatty came back with his arms hanging down.
Mo Xiaohui noticed that the person next to Fatty was holding two guns, neither of which she recognized.
Fatty explained, "One is a handgun and the other is a Submachine Gun. The handgun is a Glock 18, a fully automatic pistol with a nine-millimeter caliber. It's compact but performs well, making it suitable for women. The other Submachine Gun is the Uzi Micro Submachine Gun, which has a compact structure and reliable performance, featuring a closed-bolt design. It's lightweight and safe, also with a nine-millimeter caliber."
Mo Xiaohui stared at the two guns; not only had she never seen them before, but it was also the first time she had heard their names. Lingdang'er was even more clueless.
"Pick one!" Fatty said with a smile, and Mo Xiaohui turned to Li Nan and asked, "Which one should I choose?"
Li Nan shrugged his shoulders, indicating he didn't know. In fact, Li Nan's knowledge of firearms was at an elementary level; he had heard of domestic firearms but was completely clueless about foreign ones.
Seeing Li Nan's indifferent attitude, Mo Xiaohui hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll go with this handgun!"
Immediately after, Lingdang'er said, "Then I'll take that Uzi... Submachine Gun!"
Fatty corrected her with a smile, "It's the Uzi Micro Submachine Gun."
Lingdang'er took the gun; it wasn't heavy and felt very compact in her hands.
Fatty smiled as he corrected their grip on the Gunslinger stance and then chatted for quite some time before Mo Xiaohui finally raised the handgun and fired at the target. However, she missed completely and didn't even hit the edge of the target. Fortunately, Li Nan was sitting behind them; if she had been slightly off, she might have hit him instead.
Li Nan secretly wiped away sweat; indeed, female drivers and female Gunslingers were two of the most dangerous types of people in the world.
During this time, Li Dapeng kept holding the gun and shooting, repeating several simple actions hundreds of times. However, what happened on the other side was astonishing. Mo Xiaohui was doing okay, but Lingdang'er struggled to lift the Micro Submachine Gun. She had only seen Gao Hu use a gun to kill someone before; she never imagined that one day she would also be pointing a gun at someone!
Fatty smiled wryly and said, "Firearms are tools for killing. At this rate, you probably couldn't even hit a small mouse. But that's okay; everyone faces various challenges for the first time in life!"
Fatty couldn't lift his arms, so he leaned against Lingdang'er's back and softly instructed, "Hold the gun with both hands, brace the gun against your left shoulder, let your right fingers naturally rest in the trigger guard, relax your body, aim through the sights at the target, and then pull the trigger. It's an easy task!"
Seeing this scene, Li Nan nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. Fortunately, the target wasn't Mo Xiaohui. Fatty's large frame almost enveloped Lingdang'er, who remained oblivious and focused intently on the target, trying to overcome her mental barrier.
"Go ahead and shoot!" Fatty urged quietly, and then there was a gunshot. However, Lingdang'er's arms had already trembled, and it was unclear where the bullet had gone; it was likely to cause accidental injury!
Fatty stepped back repeatedly. If he encountered someone like her on the battlefield, he would probably die not at the hands of the enemy but from her stray shots.
At that moment, Li Nan chuckled and said, "Not bad for teaching! Although you haven't turned her into a sharpshooter, I see that you enjoy being a teacher. Mo Xiaohui and Lingdang'er, you two should continue learning from Master Fatty while I take my leave!"
Li Nan wasn't very skilled with firearms, but he had learned archery in his youth at a youth center. He often looked down on using guns; first, they made loud noises that could attract unwanted attention, and second, bullets sometimes didn't work well. That's why he took great risks to obtain High-Strength Titanium Alloy Metal. However, it wasn't a bad thing for these people to learn good shooting skills.
As Li Nan turned back and saw Fatty teaching tirelessly, he found it quite amusing. His gaze shifted to Li Dapeng, who was holding a gun; it made Li Nan sigh with emotion. Just days ago at this shooting range, he had taught Li Dapeng how to hold a gun for the first time while Xin Qiqi, with her bright smile, was still around. Unfortunately, she was no longer present, and the scene was not what it used to be, leaving him feeling nostalgic.
As he walked along the edge of the shooting range, Li Nan noticed a patch of new soil with a frail dead seedling barely standing upright; he couldn't tell if it was alive or dead.
(The lyrics sung by Li Nan in the text are from the Peking Opera "Empty City Stratagem.")
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