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Chapter 4 - Procurement of equipment (above)

Yitran Beginner's Guide.doc

Prepared by Elsa Maxwell. 

I reserve the right of final interpretation of this guide

The right of final interpretation is also typed in red.

I made sure that the car was not a hearse could be trusted after first taking it first after this extremely, extremely unreliable looking guide was sent to me, and after comparing it to the respective maps and surroundings along with Jirin Jihan.

The credit system that Dyson had mentioned earlier was made very clear by the guide, that credits could be earned for tasks, classes, and exams in Jitran, and that these earnings would be the basis of our life in Jitran. Regular room and board in Jitlan is no extra charge only two hundred credits are automatically deducted on the second of each month (though I can't figure out why they aren't deducted when they're put in like taxes), but you'll have to rely on the credits if you want to go live and relax or upgrade your equipment a bit.

Aside from the large amount of military equipment, Jitran is essentially not much different from a regular college. The academy is divided into a study area, a living area, a training area, and a business area.

The study area was dominated by tall buildings piled high, and was mainly used as a training ground for daily theory courses, combat courses, and indoor CQB. The living area is divided into the dormitory area and the recreation area. The dormitory is a one-person-one-room system, and according to the map on the guidebook, it is a single apartment, but due to the consecutive numbering of the school numbers, the three of us are at least assigned to the same dormitory. The single rooms come with normal bathrooms and balconies, and with the equality of all people caused by the presence of guns, the school also dares to put men and women in the same accommodation, except that the corridors are unlikely to be filled with confused girls coming out to sell their benefits. Recreation area has a movie theater, bookstore, coffee shop and other places, and the usual university backstreets are not much different, there are even a few Internet cafes and KTV, suspected of being a little too casual, the idea is said to come from a faculty member of the French, and again, I can not understand the romance.

The business district is not anything like the East-West-South-North Gate shopping street, which is packed with well-known military supply contractors from all over the world, and the equipment requirements of the freshmen of Academy A rely on credits to be purchased in the business district. Only the first month can be purchased firearms only within the scope of the Academy mandatory allowable, free purchase from the next month.

Lastly, when it comes to the training area, it truly shows the wealth and power of Jitran. The Training Zone is currently only open in the evenings, and the only service offered inside is live competition. Inside, it offers three different maps of confrontational venues that support 2-3 teams playing against each other with a maximum of 4 players per team.

The guide marked the essentials for new students. We first went to the dormitory to organize our stuff and our luggage was neatly placed inside. After briefly packing, we headed to the Lookout business district and ran headlong into the middle of the sea of people.

I sighed, I had thought that I could avoid it at the wrong time, but now I think I'm just a peach-saturated webbing member. Ji Han looked at the entrance is not counted dense but still like a tide running crowd, simply social fear are going to commit: "To not ... come back later?"

"What are you thinking about old sister." Ji Ling was speechless, "We have somewhere else to go?"

We eventually made our way through the area, and then after making an appointment to hang out with our student cards we had a receptionist and a firearms instructor to guide us. The receptionist's name was Gianna and the instructor's name was Eugene, both from the looks of their faces were from Orros.

"Have any of you ever used a gun before?" Eugene asked me.

I gestured, "Two of us guys have used ... only at the amusement facilities."

Eugene led us to the self-defense weapons area first, "I don't know if you guys like it here, but my father told me a man's first gun should be a bar pistol."

The self-defense area wasn't too crowded, a wide array of handguns were on display giving off the coolness of a weapon, while a 15-meter pistol target hung in the indoor range alongside it.

I felt a sense of intimacy when I looked at these weapons. The first time I used a firearm was two years ago, when I scored a full ring on the 50-meter target. The instructor at the time told me it was an innate talent with guns, but whether it was a boast or true is unknown. The price of the guns are not cheap, most of them range from 150-250 cents, and some of the expensive ones even reach the point of 300 cents, which is more expensive than a month's food expenses.

Eugene put on the earmuffs, took the lead in picking up a MP443 "Raven" semi-automatic pistol for action demonstration, muzzle flame with the tip of the forefinger micro-movement and emergence of the shells through the right side of the center and rear of the shells fall to the ground, into the shooting area rolling in the gold among a cluster of yellow.

The MP443 has an 18-round magazine, and amazingly, the bullets appeared to pass through almost all of the holes, and there was a sulfurous odor in the air that choked my lungs when the shooting was over.

I tried the Sig Sauer P229 first under his guidance and still had one round off the center of the target scoring a 9 ring. I gently shook my head and returned the pistol to its original position, it still felt too light in my hand in use, a little too light for my liking to the point where I misjudged the recoil of the last round in rapid fire. Taking my mind off the P229, I started looking for another gun.

To my surprise, the EVO Scorpion and the Victor, both nominal pistols, were among them. I test-fired the Victor, which had very little recoil but shot so fast that the bullet made a messy straight line on the target paper before I could react.

Determined not to pick it for the rest of my life, I went to another shelf to look for a new target, when Ji Ling, who had been wandering around on the other side of the room for half a day, suddenly ran over to me with a big guy in his hand: "Coach, I want to learn this!!!"

I was shocked when I saw this gun: "Are you crazy? You're not going to blow your head off with this thing?"

Next to her, Ji Han, who was test firing the Glock 17, noticed this side, took off her earmuffs and gathered her loose hair, "What's wrong?"

Her firing frequency was very slow, about three seconds before a round was chambered, making the female trainer next to her even a little impatient.

On Ji Ling's hand was a silver-white .357AE version of the Israeli Desert Eagle, which was not used by many people in actual combat due to its overly large and terrifying recoil as well as its complex structure and low reliability.

In this recoil effect once the posture is not correct it may bring the consequences of contusion or even fracture. Before I blocked it, Ji Ling had already finished aiming under Eugene's guidance, and thinking about the unreliability of this pussy, my last action was to raise my hand to cover Ji Han's ears.

 "Boom!"

The deafening sound of the gunshot spread out to draw out echoes, attracting the attention of everyone around for a while. In the moment of the shooting I saw Ji Ling face became white, the upper body uncontrollably upward, backward two steps. 15 meters target six rings left a distinctive trace directly after the fall.

The staff signaled to return the bullet, and two people went over to replace it with a new target. Ji Ling palpitated and patted his chest with his left hand, "Scared me to death."

"What happened to your right hand? Twisted?" Ji Han stared at his right arm.

"It's just numb. Are you finally starting to care about your brother, old sister? I'm so happy."

"No, just sad that my pathetic and narcissistic brother who no one wanted in the first place also lost a five-fingered girl."

As they were tossing words around I had my attention drawn to a gun. I slowly walked over to the pistol, which cost a whopping 300 cents a piece, far more than the 270 cents for the 5.8mm version of the Type 92G next to it and the 280 cents for the Colt revolver.

I gently picked it up, and behind the grips was the nameplate "M1911 Desert Warrior". The left side of the barrel is engraved with a few letters.

To

Smith.

I flicked my wrist, the center of gravity was comforting, and for me the artificial mechanism was perfect. Taking over from Jiling I began to fire, the bullets densely packed in the center of aim.

"That's it." I signaled to Eugene.

The M1911 came from a fallen captain in the US Army Rangers whose family donated him to Jitran. After paying the points I became its new owner, and 3 specialized magazines came with the gun.

Ji Ling was dead set against touching a high powered pistol after her experience with the Desert Eagle and ended up with a Glock 18, while my sister ended up with a Glock 17, the remaining guns had too much recoil for her.