"Uncle Biao, can I do this in the future?" Looking at Uncle Biao's achievements, Lei Weidong asked with envy.

"Of course you can. As long as you do what I tell you and insist on shooting two hundred rounds of ammunition every day for three consecutive months, you will definitely get results." Uncle Biao said in a positive tone.

"After all, you still need to practice hard." Lei Weidong curled his lips, picked up the pistol, aimed with one eye and held the gun with both hands, and fired the first shot.

Then I adjusted it, and it felt almost meowing, and then it was shot again.

"Not bad, better than last time." After Lei Weidong finished shooting six shots, Uncle Biao moved the target and found that all six shots hit the target, and even one shot had eight rings. He immediately praised:

"Lei Zai, you are very talented in shooting. You can hit the target with your first shot. If you practice more, you might become the number one ace of the police force."

"Thank you Uncle Biao for the compliment, I will work hard." Lei Weidong smiled, loaded the bullets into the pistol one by one, and then started shooting at the target at three o'clock.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

While shooting, Lei Weidong paid attention to the data on the system. When would his shooting column become primary? He had already fired eight or nine shots, but there was no response at all.

Is it true that I can’t shoot now? The system requirements are too high.

After six shots, the system showed no response at all.

Lei Weidong did not lose heart, loaded the bullets and continued practicing.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

After another six shots, the system still didn't respond.

Could it be that the system didn't respond because my grades were so bad?

Lei Weidong pulled the target closer and found that the results of the six-shot round were not much better than the previous round. The results were all five, six, seven, and eight rings. It seemed that he would continue and try another round.

"Bang...bang...bang..."

After another six shots, Lei Weidong smiled as he looked at the system. His marksmanship skills changed from zero to basic, which meant that Lei Weidong finally crossed the threshold and became a popular rookie.

A rookie is a rookie, much better than a novice.

Besides, not all veterans have become rookies. As long as you practice diligently, sooner or later you will transform from a rookie to a master, or even become a legendary gunner.

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"Uncle Dong, what time do you go to work in the morning?"

Practicing a gun is boring, and only a systematic person like Lei Weidong can persevere. A gun room like Uncle Biao has already gone back to the office to rest, and the gun room is not as comfortable as an office.

After firing two hundred rounds of ammunition, Lei Weidong, who was a little tired, went to the gun room to hand over his gun. By the way, he asked Yang Jindong when he would go to work tomorrow.

"Nine o'clock, one hour later than you." Yang Jindong, who took back his pistol, asked, "Are you going to practice shooting tomorrow?"

"Of course, if you don't practice martial arts for one day, your marksmanship will be the same. I want to be a gun master, so how can I be lazy?" Lei Weidong said with a smile.

"Then you come at nine o'clock. I always come to work on time. If you come early, you still need to wait at the door." Uncle Wang said, "Isn't being a policeman very busy? You don't need to go out to patrol?"

"I'm in plainclothes now and don't need to go out on patrol." Lei Weidong nodded his collar and said with a smile, "I have nothing to do anyway, so I'm just passing the time in the gun room.

Seeing that Yang Jindong's face looked a little unkind, Lei Weidong quickly turned around and left after speaking.

If possible, Lei Weidong didn't want to offend Yang Jindong, but going to the gun room to practice shooting every day would cause trouble for the other party. It would definitely make him unhappy. Instead of being embarrassed and embarrassed after being familiar with him, it would be more comfortable to keep a straight face.

However, after firing two hundred rounds of bullets, the effect is still excellent. Although I can't hit 100 times with 100 shots, my shooting level is almost the same as at the beginning.

Not to mention the eight and nine rings, even the tenth ring. If you are lucky, you can come across it.

I just don’t know where I rank among the beginners. It would be better if it could be more detailed and converted into a percentage system from the five levels of beginner, intermediate and advanced.

This will allow you to position yourself more accurately.

Let's check the system when we get back and see if there are any hidden functions, Lei Weidong thought to himself.

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"Bang...bang...bang..."

"Uncle Dong, we're out of bullets, give me another hundred rounds." After shooting the bullets in the gun, Lei Weidong came to the gun room and said with a smile.

"Don't you have a grudge against guns? You have been practicing guns every day for three months, and it lasts all day long." Yang Jindong took out a list and asked Lei Weidong to sign it, and then put the hundred dollars that he had prepared long ago.

The bullets were handed over.

"The bullets you have destroyed in the past three months, let alone our police station, the entire Xiangjiang police force may not have destroyed as many bullets as you alone. At least three hundred or even four hundred bullets have been destroyed in a day."

"It's not every day, Uncle Dong." Taking the bullet handed over by Yang Jindong, Lei Weidong said with an innocent look, "At least, I didn't play so much during the days when I played football with Brother Luo. At most, I didn't play so much.

Just two hundred rounds."

"Two hundred rounds is still a lot. I really suspect that you have a grudge against the ammunition?" Hearing that Lei Weidong thought that two hundred rounds was still too little, Yang Jindong looked depressed, "I really don't know what Brother Luo values ​​in you, why he treats you like this

Caring.

Not only will you be promoted to a senior police officer, but the gun room will also provide you with an unlimited supply of ammunition."

Because there are few guns in the police force, the gun room of the police station has always been the most leisurely position. It is a kind of pension for people. Normally, Yang Jindong does not know how comfortable he is here.

Unexpectedly, there turned out to be a weirdo named Lei Weidong. He fired hundreds of bullets every day, and the wind and rain never stopped, making Yang Jindong's leisurely position very troublesome.

In the past three months, just counting the bullet casings every day for storage statistics made Yang Jindong dizzy. He wondered whether Lei Weidong could get hit by a car when he went out, or maybe he could have diarrhea and give himself a day of leisure.

"I have no grudge against the bullets, but I do have grudges against the Ten Rings. I feel uncomfortable if I don't play dozens of Ten Rings every day. As for why Brother Luo takes a fancy to me, of course it's because I play well and every time I play

He can pass the ball well to him.

Lei Weidong held back his words and walked to the shooting range with the bullet in hand.

Looking at Lei Weidong's leaving figure, Yang Jindong couldn't help but shake his head.

At first, Yang Jindong suspected that Lei Weidong was wasting bullets and shooting every day was just to vent his anger, but after these days, he checked the target cards Lei Weidong used for shooting.

Yang Jindong discovered that Lei Weidong's marksmanship was improving rapidly.

In the beginning, there were mostly four, five and six rings, eight and nine rings were rare, and ten rings were rare.

But ten days later, the number of eight and nine rings on the target paper increased rapidly, and the number of ten rings also increased.

And a month later, ten rings became common.

As for now, Yang Jindong was surprised to find that the tenth ring was mainly on the target paper, and the nineth ring was only occasionally seen. The nineth ring and below were not seen once in the past ten days.

For this reason, Yang Jindong admired Lei Weidong from the bottom of his heart when he saw his background in gun training.

It's really admirable that Lei Weidong was able to persist in such a boring thing for three months.

"Bang-bang-bang-bang..."

Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings, ten rings...

As a wave of warmth passed through his body, Lei Weidong discovered that the marksmanship in the skill bar in the system had become intermediate.

"call!"

Seeing that the marksmanship column had finally changed, Lei Weidong let out a long sigh of resentment.

Not easy!

After three months of practice and tens of thousands of rounds of bullets, my marksmanship finally improved to the next level.

To be honest, if he hadn't found a function in the system on the third day and converted the skill table into a hundred-point system, which would have made it easier to see himself getting stronger, Lei Weidong really wouldn't have been able to persist.

But even so, from 25 to 26, in order to improve a little, Lei Weidong practiced for five days and fired 2,000 rounds of ammunition before he improved a little.

You can see progress. If you can't see it, I don't know how many people can persevere.

I wonder what kind of changes will happen to the marksmanship after the upgrade?

"Bang, ten rings, bang, ten rings again, bang, ten rings again, bang, nine rings this time, bang, ten rings, bang, ten rings!"

After firing six rounds, Lei Weidong was surprised to find that although his marksmanship had deteriorated a bit, with nine out of ten consecutive rounds appearing, his shooting speed was much faster than before.

It turned out that Lei Weidong needed to aim when shooting, and only dared to shoot after calibrating. Although his shooting was very accurate, the 50-meter target almost always had ten rings.

But this kind of shooting speed is too slow. It doesn't matter on the shooting range because there is no time limit, but it doesn't work in actual combat.

Time is of the essence. With Lei Weidong's shooting speed, if you fire one shot, others will fire three times to grab you. If you encounter a gangster with an AK, you may have fired all the bullets.

Lei Weidong might have lost not only one life, but ten lives.

But now, Lei Weidong felt that his shooting speed had become faster. When he aimed, he naturally calibrated and fired, which was at least 30% faster than before.

This is just for the intermediate entry level. Then after the advanced level, Lei Weidong's speed will be too fast and he will become a fast shooter.

Lei Weidong, who was in a happy mood, looked at the bullets on the table. There were still seventy or eighty rounds of bullets.

Go ahead and ask for it after you finish shooting. I want to finish 500 rounds of ammunition today and rush to the advanced level of marksmanship as soon as possible. I don’t know what the marksmanship will be like after the advanced level. Will I be able to shoot here and there?

If you say you want to fight mosquitoes, don’t fight flies.

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"Xiao Lei, have you considered becoming a master?" Seeing that Lei Weidong was so talented and improving every day, Yang Jindong had the idea of ​​accepting a disciple.

"Of course I have thought about becoming a disciple. Having a master to teach me is much better than trying to figure it out on my own." Lei Weidong shrugged.

While practicing in the gun room, Lei Weidong thought about becoming a disciple more than once. Especially as the speed of skill upgrades became slower and slower, the idea of ​​becoming a disciple became even stronger.

It's just that in the police department, let alone experts, there are only those who can shoot. Uncle Biao is already considered an expert in the police department. It's better not to mention the others. Lei Weidong wants to become a disciple but can't find a way."

"Master, why are there no masters? There is one right in front of you." Yang Jindong patted his chest and said, "I am a master shooter, number one in the police world."

"Uncle Dong, you are an expert. Are you kidding me? You look like a gun wielder." Looking at Yang Jindong's bulging belly, Lei Weidong didn't believe it.

"Why don't you believe it? I think back then I was the fastest player in Central, and I defeated countless opponents."

Yang Jindong said, "Later, as I got older, I lost my competitive spirit. In addition, I lost to another person, so I lived in seclusion in the gun room and lived a leisurely life. Why, don't you believe it?"

"I want to believe it, but..."

"It seems that you don't believe it if you don't show your hands." Yang Jindong hummed, and I will let you see my unparalleled weapon.

"The ultimate gun, the name sounds very powerful. Uncle Dong, let's see it." Lei Weidong handed over the gun in his hand.

Yang Jindong did not take the gun, but instead pulled Lei Weidong's arm, making Lei Weidong spin in a circle, and then aimed with Lei Weidong's arm.

"boom!".

A shot was fired.

"Ten rings!"

"Uncle Dong, what are you doing?"

"Of course I'll let you meet the masters." Yang Jindong laughed.

With another pull, Lei Weidong leaned back and stretched his arms from behind to his crotch.

"boom!"

Another shot.

"It's still ten rings!"

"Uncle Dong, what are you doing? I almost became an eunuch." Thinking of the bullets coming from his own... Lei Weidong was so frightened that he dropped the gun in his hand.

"You need to pay attention to gun training. You must shoot quickly and accurately under any circumstances. Do you need to give you time to shoot when facing the enemy?" Yang Jindong said with hatred that iron cannot become steel.

"That makes sense, but..." Although Lei Weidong nodded, he was still a little repelled by the Tiancan Dijue Spear, especially the Earth Jue Spear. It must be of no use, and the eunuch is absolutely inappropriate.

"How about it, do you want to become a disciple?" Yang Jindong smiled, picked up two 38-point guns loaded with bullets, played a trick with a gun, and then shot the bow left and right.

Bang bang bang...

Without even looking, it was just a shot towards the target.

"Look at you!"

Pulling the two target cards closer, Yang Jindong asked Lei Weidong to see his results.

"There is only one ten-ring, Uncle Biao, have you missed the mark?" Looking at the two target papers, there is a hole. Although it is in the middle, but...

"Look carefully, I am using a .38. Pay attention to the size of the hole. The .38 cannot drill such a big hole."

"Six rounds of bullets drilled into one hole, or two guns, this is impossible." After carefully looking at the bullet holes on the target paper, Lei Weidong's eyes almost fell out.

"What's impossible? This is what masters should do. You're just getting started." Yang Jindong smiled proudly.

"How about it? I'm a pretty good master, right?"

"Master is here, please be my disciple." After finally encountering a master, Lei Weidong couldn't let him go, so he quickly knelt down on one knee and wanted to worship him.

"Wait a minute, it's not that easy for me to recruit a disciple." Looking at Lei Weidong's attitude, Yang Jindong was very satisfied.

"Master, how can you accept me as your disciple?" Lei Weidong asked.

"At the very least, I need to bring you a cup of tea."

A great master is hard to find, and a good apprentice is equally hard to find. Otherwise, in ancient times, there would be no distinction between ordinary disciples, direct disciples, and close disciples.

"Master, shall we start practicing spears now?" Lei Weidong stood up and asked urgently with high fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!