Chapter 7
Arriving at the shooting range, Ryu went around to check out the range. It was an outdoor type shooting range with six individual stations, four with tables and two without tables typically used for shooters that wanted to do the prone position. There is also some type of special vending machine, instead of the usual snacks or drinks. It gives different types of ammo, from the humble .22 caliber to the big boy .50 caliber.
"Looks like I'm the only one here." Ryu said.
Ryu was lucky the shooting range was empty. She went to one of the stations and got ready, there was a headset used for reducing the noise of the gun made to prevent ear damage. Pulling out her Glock 17 from the holster, Ryu does a quick check of her gun before taking aim at the target. It was a simple human shaped target.
Ryu started shooting, she was quite fast with the trigger and due to the easy to handle pistol, she didn't have any trouble with handling the recoil of the gun. The bullets hit different areas of the target, mainly the head and chest areas. Bullet casings dropped down on the table and stone covered ground as Ryu kept shooting accurately.
When the final bullet exited the gun and hit the target's head, the slide of the Glock 17 was pulled back and Ryu quickly pressed the magazine release button with a quick flick to the size, the magazine swiftly exited the gun as Ryu grabbed another magazine. She shoved that new magazine into the gun then released the slide, the slide got pushed back to its original position and Ryu started firing again.
A couple of minutes later, both of her magazines were emptied as she quickly checked her pistol if it was still loaded because if you're handling a gun, always assume it's loaded and not play with it like a toy. Ryu puts both magazines on the table and her gun back to the holster, she walks towards the vending machine and stares at it, trying to figure it out.
"How do I use this thing?" Ryu questioned herself while rubbing her chin.
Ryu spends a few minutes trying to figure out how to use the vending machine, when she was about to give up. A sudden person appeared.
"Are you in need of help?" A feminine asked.
Ryu turned around to see a woman with black hair with golden yellow eyes, she was wearing a white corset with white mesh that covered her upper breasts, white pleated skirt, thigh bound brown stockings, a blue necktie with a ribbon on top of it, white heels, a white jacket on her shoulders, and lastly a white headband with a white flower.
Ryu tries to remember who the woman was, and it clicked. The woman was QBZ-95 (Type-95) a bullpup design rifle for China. The rifle uses the 5.8×42mm cartilage, the People's Liberation Army claims that it is superior to the 5.56×45mm NATO and Soviet 5.45×39mm cartridges. The gun was produced in 1995 and in 1997 it was issued to the army until the present day.
Ryu softly chuckled as she scratched her head. "Yes, I do. I haven't used this kind of machine before." She said, moving to the side.
QBZ-95 stepped forward. "Okay firstly, you press on the screen and keyboard pops out and you simply type what bullet you need then pick what type of that bullet." She explained.
Ryu pressed the screen, and a keyboard popped out like what QBZ-95 said. She typed "9mm" and almost immediately different types of 9mm were shown to the screen. Ryu picked the standard bullets then pressing confirmed, a box of 9mm was dropped on the bottom of the machine, Ryu picked it up and it holds 30 rounds in the box.
"Wow, thanks for helping." Ryu said.
QBZ-95 giggled softly. "No worries, I assume you must be Ryu, correct?" She asked.
"Yup, you already heard about me?" Ryu questioned.
"Yes, I heard about you and your brother Justin when M4A1 contacted the Commander. I'm the weekly secretary." QBZ-95 answered.
"Ah, okay then." Ryu said, crossing her arms and nodding. She looked at QBZ-95. "Thanks for helping me with the machine."
"Anytime, if you have any questions, just approach me or any nearby available T-doll." QBZ-95 said as she bowed a little before walking away.
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