Using a crossbow was easier than using a gun. Relatively speaking, the recoil of a crossbow was smaller, and the trajectory was easier to control.
Li Du aimed at the target and pulled the trigger. As the crossbow vibrated, a sharp arrow flew out with a whoosh.
In the blink of an eye, the arrow was already stuck in the target 20 meters away!
Clap, clap, clap! The salesman applauded.
The crossbow was equipped with a quiver that could hold eight arrows. However, it could not be shot consecutively, and the automatic reloading speed was slower — it took five to six seconds to successfully reload.
Li Du shot all eight arrows at the target and said, "Other than the slow reloading speed, everything else is fine. Buddy, this is a good thing."
The salesman said, "If you want it to shoot faster, you can change to marbles. That way, the shooting speed can be increased by several times. It can be loaded very quickly."
Compared to the quiver, the magazine was smaller, but it could hold more bullets. One box could hold 80 marbles.
The reloading speed was also faster. It only took one second for the automatic reloading to be completed with a click.
However, the distance of the marbles was much shorter — 40 meters was the limit, and the trajectory was not easy to control. It was difficult to hit a target beyond 30 meters.
Li Du felt that this was enough. His target was pheasants and hares, not wolves or wild boars. Therefore, this thing was more useful than a gun to him.
After trying it out, he decided to buy one. This did not require a green card, but a hunting license.
The price of the crossbow was not cheap. The crossbow itself cost 600 dollars, and with the infrared scope, laser, and other accessories, it would be close to 800 dollars.
More expensive were the arrows. One dozen cost 24 dollars, which meant that every arrow shot would cost two dollars. This did not include the cost of the crossbow itself.
Hans bought a Remington 700-B. This was a sniper rifle with a scope, and it was very famous in the United States.
In addition, the Remington 700-B could be upgraded to the Remington 700-PP, which was the standard sniper rifle used by the Arizona police.
Li Du had heard people say that buying a gun in the United States was as easy as buying groceries. However, after experiencing it for himself, he realized that it was not so easy. In fact, it was quite troublesome.
He didn't buy a gun, so the process was simple. All he had to do was show his license and fill in a form called Form 4474.
This form was a paper material used for background checks. At the same time, the weapon's serial number would also be recorded. If anything happened, it would be easy to track down the person responsible in time.
Hans, on the other hand, was in trouble. He had to show his driver's license and a gun permit from the local police station. He also had to fill out several documents, including those from the FBI, the police station, and the National Guard.
The completed materials would be organized into a document and then handed over to several departments for review.
After everything went smoothly, the buyer would be able to get the gun. For a concealed weapon like a pistol, the examination would take a long time.
However, Veteran's World was an old gun shop, and the materials submitted had the right to be reviewed first.
Just like that, the two of them stayed in Phoenix for the night and went through the paperwork to buy a car. In the afternoon, they also got their guns from Veteran World.
The price of the Hellcat was 105,000 dollars. In the United States, it was one of the most expensive luxury cars. Driving it on the road, the number of people turning their heads was not something that a typical luxury car could compare to.
Hans sat in the passenger seat. He carried the gun, wore sunglasses, and had a cigar in his mouth. His shirt was purposely unbuttoned, and he looked like a gangster.
A police motorcycle drove up from behind. He was so scared that he hurriedly threw the gun into the backseat and fastened the button. In the end, the police ignored them and continued to whistle as they drove away.
After returning to Flagstaff, Hannah was very envious of the Hellcat. She said, "Wow, this guy is so powerful. It's really a bad beast."
Li Du touched the front of the car and smiled. "You'll know if you drive it. It'll feel even better."
For the rest of the afternoon, Hannah and Hans drove around the road.
Then, when they returned, they had burned through a hundred dollars worth of gas.
During the weekend at the end of July, Li Du, Hans, and Godzilla set off in full gear. Their destination was the Grand Canyon National Forest Park.
"There will be a lot of people participating in the hunting activity today. There will be some idiots among them. Remember to ignore them, because we all have guns," Hans reminded them.
Li Du said, "Don't worry, I'm Mr. Nice Guy. I definitely won't have any conflicts with anyone."
At the entrance of the Grand Canyon National Forest, a helicopter flew over their heads.
Li Du looked up and said, "What kind of helicopter is that? Is it from the Forestry Bureau or the Environmental Protection Agency? "
Hans said, "Neither. It's obviously a private helicopter. They're here for helicopter hunting."
Helicopter hunting was a modern aristocratic activity. Only the rich could afford it. It was not that helicopters were expensive. In fact, there were many Americans who bought helicopters.
However, helicopter hunting required a special permit. This mode had a good field of vision, and the speed of movement was fast. Once a wild animal was targeted, there was no way to escape.
In order to protect the animals, a special permit was required to use a helicopter for hunting. It was very expensive, at least thousands of dollars.
Some people might be willing to spend 100,000 dollars to buy a private helicopter, but few people were willing to spend thousands of dollars to buy a hunting permit.
The Hellcat drove into the forest park's parking lot. Li Du got out of the car and started to get ready. At this time, a voice came from behind. "Hi, Li, you're here?"
Li Du turned around in surprise and saw a familiar face. It was Sophie's father, James Martin.
The little old man was smoking a pipe. His eyes were squinted like crescent moons. He was holding an old-fashioned hunting rifle in his hand. There were a few other old men around his age beside him.
Li Du quickly raised his head and straightened his back. "Oh, Mr. Martin, how are you? Nice to see you here. My friend and I wanted to come and relax. It's good to meet you. "
Mr. Martin smiled even more happily. He pointed his finger and said, "Yes, hunting is a good activity for relaxation. Have fun, and I wish you many rewards."
After that, he smiled at his old friend beside him. "This is Li, an excellent China guy. He's Sophie's good friend. He's a good cook. Sophie likes to eat his food."
The few old men looked over. Mr. Li tried harder to raise his head and straighten his back. He held the crossbow tightly in front of his chest.
Hans leaned on the hood of the car and laughed. "Hey, brother, are you participating in a military parade?"
Hearing this, the old men laughed. However, when they saw Hans, one of them stopped laughing and said, "You're that little b * stard from the Fox family?"
Hans shook his head. "No, no, no. You've got the wrong person."
The old man's eyes widened. "Got the wrong person? I'm not blind yet! You're the kid from the Fox family! "
Hans said, "My surname is Fox, but I'm not a little b * stard."
Li Du opened the car door and shoved him in. Brother, you'd better stop talking!
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