Chapter 205 Gun Fu (1/2)
Greg stared at Kyle.
”O-kay,” he said, nodding, sighing in disappointment.
This time, everyone nearby could see the disbelief on his face. Keanu frowned a bit at that, but didn't say a word. For some strange reason, he believed in the kid. He knew that he didn't have to say anything as actions speak louder than words.
Greg then led them to a section that had been cordoned off from the rest of the set.
It was made to look like a room, with several target areas. Kyle surveyed the room quickly, his eyes catching and taking note of the uneven floor, location of the bulls-eyes that were placed in random places and some things that were randomly placed to obscure some targets.
Gred led them to a table and showed Kyle an array of 9mm handguns and its respective magazines next to it.
”I'd like to get a feel of your skills with a gun,” Greg explained, showing him the guns in front of him, ”Choose one and take 2 magazines, then shoot the targets in this room.”
”They're all replicas, of course, and the bullets aren't real. So you do not have to worry about hurting anyone,” Greg assured him.
”Just shoot the targets?” Kyle asked as he walked to the table, ”Or use gun fu?”
Anyone who is a John Wick fan would know that it utilised the 'gun fu' skill that was first developed by John Woo. That's partly what made all the action scenes so seamless and clean. It was a combination of the style, the camera crew, and the stunt team's coordination.
Greg was not surprised that Kyle knew about gun fu, but he was surprised that Kyle even offered to do it.
”Knock yourself out,” Greg said, not really convinced.
Kyle studied the assortments of handguns on the table, and mumbled out loud as he picked up each gun, weighing it in his hands, ”Glock 17. HK VP9. Springfield Armory. Sig Sauer P210. Ruger SR9c. Smith & Wesson.”
Greg gulped. The kid knew his guns. He had identified each and every one of them properly.
Kyle looked and studied them then picked up the Glock17 and checked out its chamber, ”This really does look very realistic,” Kyle commented, ”Though it is lighter a bit than the real thing. I guess that's because it doesn't use real bullets.”
He studied the magazine and asked Greg, ”This is the standard magazine that holds 17 bullets, right?”
Greg nodded. Some Glock17 Gen 4 models had magazines that held bullets between 10 to 30 rounds, though the latter was rather bulky and awkward. The more Kyle talked, the more convinced Greg was that Kyle wasn't kidding when he said he knew how to shoot.
The only question now was, how good was he?
And to use gun fu? Is that actually possible?
After checking the gun, Kyle picked up 2 of its magazines. He placed one behind his belt, and the other in his pocket.
Kyle stood in the middle of the room, looked left and right, and his eyes swept the entire room again from the ceiling to the floor. He held the gun upwards, took a deep breath, looked downwards and waited for the signal.
Once Greg shouted, ”Action!”, Kyle made his move.
He lifted his head, made a shot to the front, left and right then bent down on one knee, to shoot to the left. He slid on his knee to turn and shoot to the right, before swinging his hand and making a complete 360-degree turn (on his knee) to shoot again.
Keanu saw the moves that Kyle was making and hid a smile behind his hand.
Everyone was watching with their mouth hanging open as Kyle made shot after shot seamlessly,with twists and turns, some flips and even a half-turn somersault. He even changed magazines smoothly. He would drop the empty magazine to the floor as he swung the gun to the next target,while taking the new magazine and slipping it in before resuming his shots without missing a beat.
There was no hesitation, no lull in the action and shot after shot was made.*
When it was done, Kyle stood up straight, twisted his neck about and walked over back to Greg.
”Done,” Kyle said, ”Was that okay?”
Greg looked at the people who were checking the targets. All in all, Kyle had made 51 shots. There had been 80 targets in scattered in the room.
Finally, after several minutes, one guy trotted over, his face in total shock as he looked at Kyle in awe, ”51 targets, all bulls-eye”.
”What?!” Greg exclaimed, taking the targets from him and flipped through the first few.
”Where did you learn to shoot like that?” Keanu asked, breaking the shocked silence.
Kyle shrugged, explaining, ”The shooting part was just normal training for us since young. The gun fu, though - that, I learned and did for fun. Broke the monotony of shooting those darn targets on the wall.”
”Normal training?” Keanu repeated, looking shocked.
”Yeah,” Kyle said, touching the gun replicas on the table, ”When you're the constant target for kidnappings, our parents kinda wanted extra security. We had bodyguards but that wasn't enough. They didn't believe in just relying on others.”
”You keep saying 'we' - who are you referring to? And what sort of life do you actually lead??” Keanu asked again, shaking his head while the others just listened in total shock. They didn't know what to say or ask anyway.