Posted on 10/04/2019 6:31:53 AM PDT by w1n1
Full Conceal Folding Full-Size M3D and Sub-Compact M3S Hi-Capacity 9mm Pistols - From the corner of her eye, Christina saw the lumbering man aiming his pistol at her and she knew she was about to die. She didn't close her eyes. When the shot came a moment later, the blast was deafening. She was surprised she didn't feel anything.
It wasnt until the fifth blast that she became aware the shadow of the lumbering figure was gone and she heard what she thought to be the weak tinkling of small bells. Tiny bright objects began to dance on the polished granite floor in front of her
fired shell casings. Someone screamed "RUN!" By the seventh blast she was on her feet sprinting for her storefront, which she remembered had a rear exit.
The blasts continued as fast as a jackhammer and Christina chanced a glance over her shoulder as she ran to safety. To the left of the sunglasses kiosk, its merchandise scattered thickly on the surrounding floor, she saw the lumbering man had fallen to his knees and now had only one of his pistols. There was one more blast and the lumbering man fell instantly, like a marionette whose strings were all simultaneously cut.
Some men grabbed up the motionless gunmans gym bag and pistols and started pulling open his clothes. "He's got a bulletproof vest on!" she heard one of the men say. "No wonder she had to shoot him 20 times to stop him."
The woman in the yellow pants was there too. She'd recovered her phone and was talking on it. Her second phone was tucked under her arm again. She was crying and talking loudly. Christina recognized the voice and rushed over to her as the woman finished her call.
"You were the one that told me to run," Christina said. "You saved my life."
"You had that deer-in-the-headlights look," the woman said, wiping her eyes.
"You killed him! How did you get his gun from him?" Christina asked.
"I had my own gun," the woman said, taking the rectangular object Christina had thought to be a second phone from under her arm and amazingly unfolding it into a full-sized handgun.
THE PISTOL THAT ended the rampage in this story was a Full Conceal M3D Folding Pistol (a Glock 19 modified to fold) loaded with 22 rounds of 9mm. Michelle Walterham, our yellow-pants, soccer-mom, afraid-she-might-shoot-herself-accidentally, unexpected heroine was hardly what anyone would call an Operator, but she was armed like one during a life-or-death situation, when it was critical to have enough gun. In fact, she had a little bit more gun than most policemen have, but it took up a lot less space and nobody ever noticed it, despite it being in her pants pocket until the madman made his entrance. Read the rest of M3D Glock.
Headshots are relatively easy to pull off on the practice range, surprisingly hard to pull off in reality on the two-way firing range. Especially when you are legally responsible for every round you fire downrange that might hit someone else. Even well trained police officers and military can fail to get a headshot in combat.
Not saying one shouldnt go for it, but that a headshot attempt and more practice if you miss is not always the answer. Another answer is heavy 12 gauge slugs - dump a few in center of mass and even if they have a trauma plate and plate carrier keeping the slugs out and preventing penetration, they will still have the wind knocked out of them, their diaphragm paralyzed and be at least temporarily disabled. Plenty of videos of police or security force member being knocked out of action despite their armor with a single slug that didnt penetrate.
Read my post. IF I had any guns. I don’t.
Even my paper target routine sets up 4ea. 5" targets, so that I move randomly from one to the next at a steady rate of fire (not aim and hold).
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