"Haha, well done Lei Zai, come and play often in the future!"

Lei Weidong's football skills are recognized by the system as intermediate, and he can play as a main force in Class A.

Although A-A is called a fake A by many people, it can play the main role in A-A. Lei Weidong's level is not comparable to that of Lei Luo and others. On the court, he is like an adult bullying a child.

In just half the game, he completed three assists and a penalty kick, which not only allowed Lei Luo to complete a hat trick, but also allowed the team to defeat the opponent 4-3.

After the game, Lei Luo was very happy. Not only did he give money to the whole team, five thousand per person, which was several times Lei Weidong's salary, he also put his arm around Lei Weidong's shoulders and asked him to follow him, and asked Lei Weidong if he needed anything.

What.

"Brother Luo, I want to learn to shoot." Taking advantage of Lei Luo's happiness, Lei Weidong made his request.

"Shooting, yes, a man should be able to shoot." Lei Luo laughed loudly and called Uncle Biao over.

"Brother Luo!" Seeing Lei Luo happy, Uncle Biao ran over and shouted respectfully.

"Your nephew has a future, and I like it, so I will let him hang out with you and transfer him to the plainclothes team together. From now on, you will be the plainclothes officer, and you will be responsible for your nephew's marksmanship.

You can shoot as many bullets as you want, tell the gun room that it was me, Lei Luo, who said it."

Lei Luo, who is in charge of the power of the Xiangjiang Police Force, needs to report to Gui Lao for the position of detective, and other positions are just a matter of one sentence.

"Thank you, Brother Luo, thank you, Brother Luo."

Although Uncle Biao was also a weakling in the military uniform group, his status in plain clothes was naturally higher than that in military uniforms. Uncle Biao was promoted to a level without moving and immediately pulled Lei Weidong to thank Lei Luo.

"Boy, you have a bright future. It's so easy to become a plainclothes policeman. If this continues, I might call you "sir" in a few years." Looking at the background of Lei Luo, Chen Xijiu and others walking away, Uncle Biao began to pick up Lei Luo.

Wei Dong joked.

"Uncle Biao, please don't laugh at me. I'm only a teenager. It will take at least ten years to get to the top. I don't know what Xiangjiang was like at that time."

Lei Weidong shrugged, not overjoyed at being transferred to the plainclothes team, and still respected Uncle Biao.

"You're right, no one can predict what will happen more than ten years from now. Let's focus on the present first. Let's go to the police station and I'll teach you how to shoot." Uncle Biao nodded, very happy with Lei Weidong's calmness.

"Let's go, Uncle Biao, to practice shooting. After practice, let's have a midnight snack together. We made so much today, I'll treat you to dinner." Lei Weidong gestured to the banknotes in his hand and said with a smile.

"Haha, if this money is not wasted, I will have a big meal today to reward my belly." Uncle Biao laughed.

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In the 1970s, the Hong Kong Police Department was very strict about gun management.

Ordinary patrol officers are not equipped with guns, so if they want to practice shooting, there is no way.

Sheriffs like Uncle Biao are better off. They can apply for gun training once a week, but they can only fire six rounds each time.

In comparison, plainclothes men with guns are much better. They can apply for gun training every day, but there are not many bullets each time, only six rounds, which means one shot of .38.

If you want to practice more, you need approval from above.

Of course, this is something that worries police officers who like to practice guns. In this era where black and white are intertwined, there is really not much time to use guns. As a result, there are very few police officers who go to the gun room to practice guns. Sometimes one day

No one came over.

"Old Yang, get two hundred rounds of ammunition." The right does not expire. After getting Lei Luo's authorization, Uncle Biao took Lei Weidong back to the police station and went straight to the gun room.

The lion opened his mouth and asked for two hundred bullets.

"Two hundred rounds of ammunition, Old Zhou, are you kidding me!" The person looking at the gun room was an old military uniform in his thirties or forties. When he saw the application form handed over by Uncle Biao, his first thought was that Uncle Biao was crazy.

.

In this era when the entire police station cannot use a hundred rounds of ammunition a day, Uncle Biao opened his mouth to ask for two hundred rounds.

"Who is crazy? Brother Luo approved this. Let my nephew practice shooting. The two hundred rounds of ammunition are only the first day. This number will be used every day from now on."

Uncle Biao directly pulled the tiger's skin to pull the flag.

"Brother Luo approved it." Yang Jindong took the application form, a little confused.

"Of course, without Brother Luo's approval, we asked for two hundred rounds of ammunition. I'm not crazy." Uncle Biao said, "If you don't believe it, you can call Brother Luo."

"I don't dare to make a call. I'll just give you the two hundred rounds of ammunition. It's not mine anyway."

Yang Jindong's status was far different from Lei Luo's, so how could he dare to call Lei Luo? He immediately signed the application form and took the bullet.

"Lei Zai, look at it. The .38 gun has low power and little vibration. When shooting, you can hold the handle of the gun tightly with your right hand, place your left hand lightly on your right hand, don't use force, and then aim at the center of the handle."

Taking Lei Weidong to the shooting range next door, Uncle Biao began to teach him the essentials of shooting.

"You are a novice, don't shoot with one hand just to look cool. Those are done by veterans. Although you can control the pistol with one hand, it is not as stable as holding the gun with both hands."

"Understood!" Lei Weidong nodded.

Uncle Biao is right. Holding a gun with one hand is cool, but the accuracy of the shot is poor. The most typical example is Yuan Haoyun in The Detective, who held two guns and shot at the gangsters during the gunfight.

He was so handsome that the opponent he hit couldn't lift his head, but his hit rate was that he didn't even hit a single person with dozens of shots.

Fortunately, he was facing ordinary gangsters, and his marksmanship was terrible. If he had encountered someone like Tuo'er, he would have been killed with one shot.

"Are you aiming?" Uncle Biao asked as he watched Lei Weidong strut forward and raise his gun to the target.

"Aimed." Lei Weidong replied.

"shot!"

"Bump!"

Lei Weidong fired twice.

The first shot was good and hit six rings, but the second shot was not good and missed the target.

"Be sure to be steady when shooting, and pay special attention to the recoil of the bullet. A slight jump can change the bullet from ten rings to one when it hits fifty meters away.

You practice single-handed shooting first, and then adjust your breathing after firing, and re-aim before shooting. When aiming, use one eye first, and then use both eyes when you are familiar with it." Uncle Biao said.

"Is there any difference between single-eye and double-eye aiming?" Lei Weidong asked.

"Of course there is a difference. When you have never seen a shooting competition, you always aim with one eye." Uncle Biao said with a smile, "Of course, the targets we use are not as abnormal as the shooting competition.

For experts, there is not much difference between one eye and two eyes, just like me."

As he spoke, Uncle Biao picked up the pistol and took aim.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

In one breath, all six bullets in the gun were fired. Uncle Biao moved the target over and let Lei Weidong check it.
Chapter completed!