Chapter 11: 11: Magical Shooting Methods

Karman was very satisfied with the treatment offered by Joe Ga, as in Ad-Damazin where he worked as a hunting guide, he earned at most $200 a month. After deducting the cost of food and drink, he would never save enough money to change his son's life.

Karman's son was also fated to live a lonely and tragic life; not only had his child died, but his wife had too, leaving behind a father devoid of any human warmth.

The fact that such a person could still think of changing his environment and pursuing his own life goals was already rare among African fellows.

Honestly, apart from Karman's attitude towards human life, Joe Ga really admired the guy.

He must have long been tired of adventure and battle, but for the sake of his son's dreams, he chose to make a fresh start.

This was like the script of a king of soldiers returning to the city, except now Joe Ga was the one who benefited.

Having come this far, Karman wouldn't simply be satisfied with $20,000. He surely wanted to earn more money to give his son with a tragic fate a better life.

The cost of living in Ethiopia isn't cheap, and running a farm isn't just about buying a plot of land; without a continuous investment for one or two years, relying solely on manpower for work, you might manage for food and drink, but thinking of profiting is simply a pipe dream.

Joe Ga had long entertained the idea of finding an assistant, but he hadn't expected the first one to be so capable.

If he wanted to keep this guy, he had to show enough competency and give him hope for a stable future.

Luckily, Karman had a very good reputation in the past, which gave Joe Ga enough time to prove his sincerity and ability.

Of course, the test was mutual; Karman killing a person for Joe Ga didn't prove anything. If Karman ever made Joe Ga feel uneasy, that would be when they would part ways.

The belated arrival, Sayram, was ridiculously pretending to be MSL. He stepped out of the car, donning a cap and reeking of alcohol, hugging Joe Ga tightly, and laughing said, "Hu Lang, my friend, my savior, you've finally come to see me.

You should've come earlier. A research team went into the prairie yesterday; some of the girls with them were absolutely stunning.

It's a pity I already promised you; otherwise, I would have rented the plane to them. Those guys are incredibly generous."

Joe Ga pushed away the alcohol-breathed Sayram. He took out a stack of about $3,000 in cash and stuffed it into his pocket, then said gruffly, "Don't cry poor to me; who doesn't know you're the big shot in Ad-Damazin who can have anyone you want?

Hurry up; I need to take off immediately. If I miss the scheduled time, you'll be responsible for compensating my losses.">

Glancing at the silent Karman nearby, Sayram whispered in Joe Ga's ear, "If you've hired him, then you've found a good helper. Karman is a loyal old dog."

Joe Ga was taken aback, then quickly realized Karman must have some connections to Sayram. So, in a roundabout way, the man was vouching for him, which was also meant to put Joe Ga at ease.

Nodding his thanks, Joe Ga pushed Sayram to go start the plane. He then went to the back of the pickup truck, took out the weapons prepared for Lu Jun and his own gun bag, and handed Karman a brand-new set of camouflage fatigues and combat boots.

"Consider these your work clothes. Put them on, though the size may not be perfect. We can only get you a new set after this deal is done."

While stuffing the gun bag into the cargo hold, Joe Ga quietly took out an AK74 from the space of the Omnipotent Toolbox, along with a tactical vest and six full magazines, and handed them to Karman.

The space in the Omnipotent Toolbox wasn't large, about 4 cubic feet, so the size of the items it could process wasn't too big. Joe Ga normally used it to store some personal items, spare weapons, and ammunition.

Watching the old fellow's surprised expression when faced with the brand-new weapons, Joe Ga chuckled and said, "What model of pistol are you used to? I've got a spare Glock 17 you can use for now."

Having dealt with AK47s all his life, Karman said in amazement, "For me?"

Joe Ga spread his hands and said, "Of course, what else did I hire you for? Surely you don't expect to protect me with a hunting knife?"

As he spoke, Joe Ga pointed at the AK74 that Karman was holding fondly and laughed, "You know how to use this, right? This thing isn't exactly advanced, but it's definitely better than the AK47 by a long shot, at least in terms of accuracy."

The always stern-faced Karman cracked a smile for the first time, deftly inserted and removed the magazine to try it out, then cocked the rifle and held it at waist level, pulling the trigger towards a large tree in the distance.

"Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta..."

The old guy didn't even need to aim with his eyes, several bursts of three shots each precisely hit the trunk of the large tree, creating three parallel marks.

After the test fire, Karman nodded in satisfaction and said, "I've used this kind of gun before, but the bullets are hard to find.

I like it, thanks boss!"

An AK74 was nothing to Joe Ga, but Karman's way of shooting was almost mystical.

That large tree was about 100 meters away from their position, Joe Ga believed he could achieve the same level as Karman, possibly even more accurate, but he definitely couldn't do it the way Karman could just hold the gun and shoot wherever he wanted so effortlessly.

Clearly, the old fellow wasn't concerned with achieving extreme accuracy, but his past experiences had shaped him into developing a shooting style aimed at quickly taking down the enemy.

Compared to the prayer-like shooting of the other black guys, Karman was simply incredible.

If he could hit with such precision from the hip, how accurate would he be if he took aim? seaʀᴄh thё nôvel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

In fact, Joe Ga didn't realize that his understanding of shooting was poles apart from Karman's.

What Karman pursued was the efficiency of killing. On the battlefield, it's kill or be killed, and hitting anywhere on the enemy's body was enough – there was no need to aim for the eyes when the outcome was death either way.

While Joe Ga, influenced by films and various competition videos, always chased shooting precision and speed.

He certainly wasn't as fluid as Karman, but if the distance exceeded 200 meters, Joe Ga would definitely be more accurate and quicker - a result determined by shooting habit and equipment quality.

You can't expect someone used to the AK to be a marksman who can split a willow leaf at a hundred steps. It's not that they aren't capable, but the AK wasn't designed for that kind of precision.

The accuracy of the AK74 was decent, Joe Ga didn't know if Karman could hit targets even further away and asked curiously, "Can you hit a target 400 meters away?"

Upon hearing this, Karman furrowed his brow and said, "Single shots basically won't hit, but if the visibility is good, I can try.

But on the plains, beyond 400 meters, unless you're in a high position, you won't see anything."

Once Joe Ga heard that, he looked at the AK74 without a scope and then nodded in realization, saying, "Understood..."