Back at the FBI Academy in Quantico, Jimmy changed out of his suit and into instructor gear, a black shirt and tan tactical pants. He placed his Glock and Python into their holsters, picked up some ammo, and then headed to the range.

Now that his body had recovered, it was time to resume training. He hadn't fired a weapon in over a month, except for a couple of days ago when he tested the Python, and now his hands were really itching to shoot.

However, today was not Jimmy's lucky day. It was free practice time for the students, and all the lanes at the range were occupied.

Listening to the continuous "bang bang" sounds, Jimmy frowned. The students' marksmanship was very problematic. When the targets were pulled in, the bullet holes on the chest targets were excessively off-center, with many shots even hitting the edge of the chest target and onto the white frame outside the human silhouette.

Spencer was also standing nearby, observing the group practicing their shooting, and his expression wasn't great either. These students had been studying for two months now, and although most of that time was spent on other courses, they still had scheduled firearms training every week.

Spencer turned to Jimmy beside him, "Wow, a Python, nice gun. That's a beautiful holster too. Where'd you get it?"

Jimmy glanced at Spencer and then back at the students, "Custom-made, in New York. There's a very good leatherworker there."

Spencer said, "New York, huh? That's a bit far. Maybe some other time. Jimmy, how are you feeling? Ready to get back into it?"

Jimmy nodded, and Spencer clapped his hands, "That's great, give them a little stimulation."

Jimmy thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Immediately, Spencer yelled, "Everyone stop shooting! Stop shooting!" Once the gunfire ceased, he waved his hand, "Come over here, this is Instructor Yang, an A+ student from the previous two sessions. Jimmy, please."

Stepping forward, Jimmy said, "Your shooting just now was complete crap. After all this time, you're still this bad." Indeed, those were the very words an instructor had used toward other people when Jimmy was a student, with Jimmy as the benchmark, as his performance in shooting was always very stable and excellent. Now, he was simply returning the same message to the others.

Jimmy continued, "Now come over, I'll give you a demonstration."

Ignoring their sour expressions, Jimmy walked to a lane, replaced the chest target with a new one, and activated the device, sending the target to the 15-meter mark.

Jimmy explained, "Pay attention. When we're on duty, the Glock is always in the holster. You must be quick in drawing the weapon, developing a muscle reflex. What I'm about to demonstrate is the isosceles stance, feet apart parallel to each other, slightly wider than shoulder width, knees slightly bent, buttocks shifted back a bit to maintain the center of gravity. Extend your arms, hands holding the gun. From above, your arms and body form an isosceles triangle."

As he spoke, Jimmy drew his Glock, took a stance with arms raised aiming at the chest target, and fired "bang bang bang," a three-shot burst before bringing his arms back in front of his chest.

"Got it? This shooting stance ensures stability and allows you to adjust your body's angle to aim at the sector in front of you. The Glock's ammunition capacity can suppress a large area in front of you."

After finishing, Jimmy started shooting again, this time emptying the remaining bullets. He aimed at the chest targets on the other lanes in front of him, of course hitting several in his own lane as well.

Once done shooting, Jimmy pressed the button, retracting the chest target. All of Jimmy's bullets hit the heart location, punching a hole the size of an egg through the target paper.

Jimmy picked up some bullets from the table and began reloading his empty magazines while his shooting style and results certainly shocked the group of students.

Spencer clapped his hands, "Alright, you can go back to practice now."

After the students dispersed, Spencer approached Jimmy, "Nicely done, I can't achieve such a result."

Jimmy smiled, not modest in the least, "They're students after all. Having a target ahead gives them something to strive for, just hope they don't get too discouraged."

At that, Spencer bellowed with laughter, "Getting discouraged might be a good thing. They have to rely on themselves once they leave this place, and poor marksmanship can be deadly at critical moments. The most important thing is that being disheartened leads them to train harder."

Jimmy nodded, "Can't say for others, but I've been in quite a few shootouts this past year. If it had been someone else, they might have been in trouble by now. A bit of discouragement is good; I need to practice more myself, having been inactive for over a month, I feel like I'm stiffening up."

Spencer responded, "Can't help you here, all the lanes are taken. Why don't you go outside to the simulation facility?"

Jimmy thought for a moment, then looked at Spencer, "Do you know someone there?"

The smile disappeared from Spencer's face, "You want to head over there?"

Jimmy nodded, "Had some thoughts. Actually, the main reason I came back was to retrain myself, and training with the people over there wouldn't be bad either."

Shaking his head, Spencer said, "We hardly interact with them, and if you really want to go, you might need to apply through the higher-ups."

Jimmy frowned, "Then forget it, practicing in the academy is fine." He looked at the students, "I'll go to the simulation facility. It's available now, right?"

Spencer nodded, "They have yet to reach the simulated gunfight stage, so it's free for now."

Jimmy nodded, "Then I'll head off, see you."

Watching Jimmy leave, Spencer turned to face the academy, "You pieces of shit, look at your scores, you're in for extra training today!"

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