Liu Handong touched the Type 77 pistol at his waist and said, "Team Geng, I have one more request."
"explain."
"I want to find a place to practice shooting."
"You can practice wherever you want in the rivers, beaches and wild areas. You don't have to report to me."
"I need bullets. I can't feel anything without firing hundreds of rounds. If there's a fight on the spot, it will be fatal if I don't feel the feeling. Captain Geng, you don't want me to die, right?" Liu Handong took the opportunity to threaten. He had never wanted to be addicted to guns, but he didn't.
Conditions: Don't blackmail you severely when you get the chance.
"Okay, you can come to the Police Academy after get off work." Gengzhi agreed simply.
Liu Handong first went to the Transportation College. Everything in the school was normal and there was no trouble. As the principal, he was just a hands-off shopkeeper. He sat in the principal's office all afternoon, talked with several directors, teachers, and student representatives, and approved some expenditure applications.
, I reimbursed some invoices, and finally waited until I was about to get off work. I excused myself to go to the headquarters for a meeting and left the school with my bag. On the way to the Police Academy, I suddenly thought of what Kan Wanlin said, so I turned a corner.
Check out Tiezha Street.
Tiezha Street is as dirty and messy as ever. Zhang Yan's store is still open, but the business is obviously not good, because there is a similar type of health products store opposite. It has a big door and is full of flower baskets to celebrate the opening. The proprietress is leaning on it.
At the door, she was eating melon seeds and flirting with people. Her coquettishness and attitude made her look more relaxed than Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan knew Liu Handong and came over to greet him when he saw him get out of the car. The principal was long and short, and his hospitality was unnatural. Liu Handong did not enter the store and took a look at the door. There was stew on the induction cooker and two pairs of bowls and chopsticks on the small table.
, there is also an ashtray on the counter, with a few cigarette butts in it, which is clearly the rhythm of the young couple's life.
"Are you hiring?" Liu Handong asked casually.
"No, my friend just came to sit for a while." Zhang Yan hurriedly covered it up.
Liu Handong did not expose her. Cui Zhenghao was a gangster and shady. Moreover, his status was relatively "official." Zhang Yan's reaction was understandable.
"If you need any help, just ask Wan Lin." Liu Handong turned around and left. Zhang Yan felt relieved and said politely from behind: "Come in and sit for a while, and then leave after eating."
After Liu Handong left, Cui Zhenghao came out from behind the shelves and murmured with Zhang Yan for a while. Now he can speak Chinese quite well and has no communication difficulties. With his country temperament, he has no problem blending into the atmosphere of Tiezha Street.
It feels inconsistent. There is already a large floating population here. Except for Kan Wanlin who has ulterior motives, no one will notice that there is an extra man in Zhang Yan's shop.
…
Liu Handong returned to the place where he had studied and fought, the Omi Police Academy. The old instructor Zhang Yasen was waiting for him at the underground shooting range. He was accompanied by Lao Wang, a gray-haired gun depot keeper in his fifties.
There were several pistols and more than a dozen boxes of bullets on the long table in the shooting range. They were all common police pistols. Liu Handong picked up a May 4, played with it, and said dissatisfied: "The rifling is almost polished. This
Is the gun almost useless?"
Zhang Yasen said: "It doesn't matter if the gun is broken, the main thing is to find the feeling. This is the same as practicing driving with a broken car. Sharpshooters are fed bullets. You don't have many opportunities to touch the gun, so don't worry about it."
Liu Handong picked a 77-type that was 70 to 80 percent new, loaded it with bullets, put on earmuffs, and started rapid fire at a 25-meter chest target. When he was in the army, he was a sergeant in the automobile regiment, and he only shot August 1st.
Gang, although he can also play with pistols, his proficiency is far inferior to that of these old police officers. After shooting seven bullets, although they all hit the target, they were very scattered.
The handle of the Type 77 gun is very short. Liu Handong has big hands and almost uses three fingers to hold the pistol. It is very uncomfortable to hold. The trigger does not have a secondary fire and is very stiff. In short, it is not easy to use.
Zhang Yasen frowned: "Why did you choose this gun? Is it because of the need for concealment?"
Liu Handong smiled bitterly: "I have no choice."
Lao Wang, who had been silent all this time, spoke up: "What do you mean, you don't have a choice? We have a lot of guns in the warehouse of the police academy. As long as you can name it, I can find it for you."
Liu Handong was delighted: "I want to use famous guns like M1911, SIGp226, and CZ75. Can you find them for me?"
Lao Wang said: "What are we betting on?"
Liu Handong looked at Zhang Yasen. Lao Zhang had a playful smile on his face. He understood in his heart, but he still vowed: "Bet on two soft Chinese words starting with the word "3"."
When he saw that Lao Wang was always smoking and had yellow teeth, he knew that he was a big smoker and it was best to use a good cigarette as a bet.
As expected, Lao Wang smiled and said, "Boy, just wait." He was stunned.
Ten minutes later, Lao Wang came with three black plastic boxes, put them on the table, smiled and lit a cigarette: "Open your eyes."
Liu Handong opened all the lids of the box and was immediately dazzled. What Lao Wang said was true. He had all three world-famous guns, and they were in extremely new condition. They had not been shot at all.
However, after playing with it for a while, I found something wrong. The M1911 sleeve is engraved with NP28, the P226 sleeve is NP22, the CZ75 sleeve is NZ85B, and there are also obvious words MADEINCHINA.
Liu Handong smiled: "Teacher Wang, you are trying to trick me, these are all knock-offs."
Lao Wang glared: "Who said it was a copycat? Weapons have no patent rights. Did you know? This is an export product produced by our Northern Industries. It has passed the national shooting range appraisal test and reached the U.S. military standard. The lifespan of the entire gun is 10,000.
Five thousand rounds, five times higher than domestic pistols, the failure rate is less than 0.15%, exactly the same as original factory products, and it sells very well in Europe and the United States."
Liu Handong laughed and said, "Okay, I'll lose. I'll send two pieces of soft China over tomorrow." After saying that, he picked up the P226 and prepared to load it and test-fire it.
Lao Wang took it back and said, "I'm just showing you how to launch it."
Liu Handong said: "A gun is used for shooting. Hiding it in a warehouse is its greatest tragedy."
Lao Wang said: "It's no use what you say. This gun was a foreign trade product sent by the manufacturer when the provincial and department leaders chose their own guns for the SWAT team. Later, when the policy did not allow it, I chose Type 92. These guns
The gun is sealed and, in principle, it is not allowed to leave the warehouse unless the leader signs it."
Liu Handong asked: "Since it is a gun for selection, it must not be a virgin gun. Even if you fire two rounds, you can't see the rifling wear. I promise to shoot it once. At the worst, I can get two more good cigarettes for Teacher Wang."
Lao Wang didn't come back to his senses. He was stunned for a moment before he finally understood: "You kid, don't bribe me. I have a lot of coolness in my sleeves."
Zhang Yasen smiled and said: "Old Wang, don't tease him. The leaders have forgotten this gun anyway, so let this kid see it."
Lao Wang reluctantly agreed and blackmailed Liu Handong into a piece of Su Yan.
Liu Handong test-fired all three guns. After shooting, he was still satisfied and couldn't put it down. Each of the three guns has its own merits, but his favorite is the NP22, which is a replica of the SIGp226. It has sharp edges and corners, is rough and powerful, and has a very suitable grip.
The palm of his hand has a fifteen-round ammunition capacity that is double that of the Type 77 pistol. It is also a nine-millimeter Parabellum pistol bullet, which is much more powerful than the Type 64 7.62 pistol bullet.
The police academy shooting range not only trains police cadets, but is also a place where the city’s police officers conduct professional training. However, because the police are busy with their work, and most police officers do not use firearms in their work, the shooting training is in vain, and there are a large number of endless bullets.
They are all internal codes for target practice.
Liu Handong took advantage of the opportunity. He fired various pistols in turn. The 35-round kraft paper box was scattered all over the floor. His index finger almost became calloused. He had a good gun feel. After hundreds of rounds, he could basically hit the 25-meter chest target.
It can be hit in a small circle with a diameter of five centimeters. Of course, this is the result of using NP22. It is impossible to achieve such an effect with the 77-style.
"Instructor Zhang, do you think I'm doing okay?" Liu Handong looked back and saw Zhang Yasen and Lao Wang sitting far away in the room eating noodles, not looking over at all.
Liu Handong had a thought and quietly put a box of Type 51 pistol bullets into his pocket.
The door opened, and Team Geng came in. He brought a lunch box, chicken legs, donkey meat on fire, and a bottle of white wine. Zhang Yasen and Lao Wang both declined, saying that drinking was absolutely not allowed at the shooting range, so Team Geng put away the bottle.
, the three people stepped forward to check Liu Handong's results, and they all nodded with serious expressions.
"You are the second person I have ever seen who has amazing marksmanship." Lao Wang said.
"Who is the first one?" Liu Handong took off his earmuffs.
"It's Zhan Ziyu. Before his accident, he often came here to practice shooting. He fired not only tens of thousands but also seven or eight thousand bullets. He is definitely a sharpshooter fed by bullets." Lao Wang shook his head and sighed.
Liu Handong sneered: "I faced him face to face, and I won in the end."
Lao Wang said: "I know that Zhan Ziyu's biggest problem is that his performance on the shooting range is good, but not in actual combat. So what if he usually has ten rings. He can't perform well on the battlefield, so it's useless."
Brigade Geng interjected: "Soldiers on the battlefield can save their lives if they can exert even ten percent of the skills they learned in the military camp. Normal people will always be nervous when facing a gun. Zhan Ziyu is different from Xiao Liu. Before Xiao Liu
I have experienced several gun battles and have a strong psychological quality, otherwise I wouldn’t have..."
He smiled and stopped talking. Zhang Yasen and Lao Wang knew clearly that when Liu Handong came to practice shooting, he must have been cramming to perform a special mission, otherwise Deputy Director Shen would not have specially approved two thousand rounds of ammunition for him.
Playing for fun.
Zhang Yasen said: "Xiao Liu, let me teach you a move. When fighting at close range, you must move quickly and don't stand still and get shot. Let's practice."
Lao Wang took two training guns with blue sleeves and loaded them with frangible ammunition. Liu Handong and Zhang Yasen put on protective gear and went to the simulated actual combat range to continue training.
The simulated actual combat shooting range is a high-tech training base ordered by Song Jianfeng when he was the head of the provincial department. Ordinary students have no chance to come in for training. This is a training ground for anti-terrorism special police. Now the lights of the huge venue are fully turned on, serving only Liu Handong.
The training base is very large. It is a building similar to an indoor basketball stadium. The interior is simulated as a street, with buildings, roads, and cars. Computer-controlled humanoid targets will jump out at any time. The training personnel must distinguish the targets in the shortest possible time.
deal with the threat.
However, Liu Handong is not here to shoot targets. His opponent is Zhang Yasen, an instructor with rich practical experience.