Chapter 218: Chapter 218

Chapter 218 Dare Not Be Compared To One

"Rachel is the man!" Mick also fawned at his own brother.

Rachel had a smile on his face and was naturally enjoying the cheers.

"Let's get in the car, I'll drive for all of you." Rachel said.

Immediately after, Rachel looked at Martin. "Martin, do you have a car?"

All of them, even the side children, owned a BMW or an Audi worth hundreds of thousands or so.

Mick drove a nearly two-million-dollar Maserati and Rachel owned a more than three million dollars red Ferrari.

"Martin, you're the one who despises our 'small' business. That means you're rich, right? Your car must be more aggressive than our cattle, right?" Mick sneered.

"My car is really more expensive than yours if you talk about price." Martin said faintly.

"Oh, really? Then, where is it? Take it out and let us see!" Mick coaxed.

"My car is not here right now." Martin said.

Martin was from the Kieran Bogini.

But Lone Wolf went to Moon Mountain to explore the gold, so it's really not here.

"Not here? You're a bad liar, stupid. I'll believe you're just talking nonsense." Mick sneered.

The others next to them, too, sneered, and apparently, no one believed him.

"I'm just saying the truth. Whether you believe me or not is your choice." Martin told them.

"You're just a pretentious prick!" Mick dismissed him.

"Well, say a few words less." Renee called the round. "Martin, you take my car." She turned her head to face Martin.

Martin got into Renee's car, and with her, he went to the shooting club.

"Martin, Grandpa gave you that money. I think you should accept it."

At JY City's True Gun Club.

When they arrived at the club, the manager quickly ran over to receive Rachel as he took out his membership card.

"Everyone, our club charges $8,000 per person per hour, and everyone has a dedicated coach to guide the shooting with special requirements and on-demand charges." The manager introduced everyone as he led the way.

"In terms of money, I'm all-inclusive." Rachel said.

"Wow, that's great!"

The crowd was happy. After all, they were still young and usually only had a month's pocket money, so a cost of tens of thousands of dollars was not a small number, but Rachel was there to pay the bills. Of course, they were happy.

Soon a large crowd arrived at the shooting range.

The shooting range decoration was very large and very bright. The interior design was also very distinctive, which obviously cost the owner a lot of money.

Everyone was also assigned to their own shooting instructors

Most of them basically never played with a real gun, so they naturally seemed very interested and immediately ran to the shooting position.

After their coaches explained the notes and methods to them, they started shooting at the target.

The starter gun in the shooting range was naturally a pistol, and senior players could directly play with submachine guns, rifles, and sniper guns, but at an additional price.

But that's for a senior player, and for those new players present, it would be great if they could hold on the most common handgun.

There was a burst of gunfire in the shooting range and everyone seemed very happy, as for the target, they were entirely over the edge, and those who hit the target bull's eye were out of luck.

Of course, what they're feeling was happiness and they're not just playing.

"Martin, I'd like to try it, too. Can you stay with me?" Renee turned her head and said to Martin.

Although Renee was a girl, she belonged to the strongwomen's kind, and this kind of thing was something she certainly wanted to try.

"Of course, Renee. It's all right." Martin smiled at her.

So, Martin followed Renee to the shooting position.

After the coach explained everything to Renee, she started shooting.

Three shots in a row, but all were off target.

After three shots, Renee dropped her gun and pounced on Martin.

"Martin, my heart is jumping inside me right now, and I didn't think I'd get a shot." Renee said with a laugh.

Renee laughed beautifully.

"It's normal. After all, you haven't played before." Martin pacified her with a grin.

Martin had previously practiced firing under the supervision of Lone Wolf, and they practiced on a full day. Back at Grover's home, out of hundreds of rounds of ammunition, they practiced to only seven rounds.

Martin James didn't hit it at first, but after hundreds of shots, he could already use a pistol within 50 meters with the most accuracy while firing almost a hundred shots consecutively.

Beyond 50 meters, his precision naturally decreased. After all, the effective range of a regular pistol was not far off.

At that time, Lone Wolf all boasted Martin's shooting talent, saying that he only practiced hundreds of rounds, but can shoot so accurately.

Even when Martin later fired several live shots, it was obvious that his accuracy was really high.

"I'll try again!"

Renee fired another round, firing a total of seven shots and hitting the target with one shot, but it's not known if it was luck.

After one round of shooting, she turned to Martin.

"Martin, you try it, too. It's live fire, and you are going to love it." Renee said with a laugh.

"Oh, no. I won't try." He waved his hand.

Martin was also assigned a coach.

"Sir, you can give it a try." The coach said.

"No," he said. Martin still refused.

If it hadn't been for Renee pulling him there, he wouldn't be there at all.

Moreover, Martin's pistol-gun methods were already well-versed, so it's novel not to act like someone who's never used a real gun before.

"Sir, this is a regular pistol, and as long as you do what I say, there is absolutely no danger. You see, girls can do it, and some members don't dare at first, but after trying, they can shoot successfully." The coach persuaded him.

In the coach's eyes, he thought Martin might be scared, so he wouldn't dare try.

"I really won't." Martin shook his head.

"Okay, sir."

The coach didn't say much, but his eyes flashed with disdain.

He was there to coach, and as a veteran thinking that it was what measured a man, for those who wouldn't dare touch the gun, naturally, he'd look down at them.

That's when Rachel came over.

"Renee, how's it going?" He asked.

"Not bad. With a total of 10 shots, I hit the bull's eye with one shot." Renee said.

"Among the girls, you're the one who's doing great." Rachel said with a laugh. Then, he looked to Martin. "Martin, what about you? Parker told me to have fun with you, so I still have to care about you lest you go back and tell grandpa that I'm in dereliction of duty."

"Mr. James, he didn't shoot." The coach said.

"Oh? Martin, why don't you try it? You're not afraid, are you? Even girls try it. You're being ridiculous, you know that?" Rachel laughed at him. His eyes were full of mockery.

"Rachel, he's probably a little tired. He doesn't want to exert more of his energy, so just leave him be." Renee spoke for Martin.

"It's ridiculous to be afraid, so being tired is one kind of an excuse, isn't it?" Rachel scoffed.

"Rachel, now that you've said it all, how about we bet?" Martin had a smile on his face.

"Than? What are you going to do with me?" Rachel looked at Martin.

"Of course, it's better than shooting. Ten rounds for each person, and whoever has a high ring number will win. Wouldn't you dare?" Martin said flatly.

Rachel and his brother have been targeting Martin. Unfortunately, he was not a temper-tantrum, since Rachel challenged him by saying he's afraid, how can Martin continue to bear?

"What did you say? Are you saying you're challenging me? You're not kidding, are you?" Rachel looked at Martin.

"Do you think I'm kidding? You just have to answer me: Do you dare?" Martin smiled.

"Why wouldn't I?" Rachel laughed.

Rachel, as a member of the club, certainly tried a gun more than once, and he thought his shooting skills were absolutely the best of among all of them.

And how could Martin, a poor college student abandoned by his family, have touched a gun?

What's the difference between Martin being compared to him if he ended up dying?