Fearon didn't pay attention to the stunned crowd. He took out his wallet, pulled out fifteen thousand from it, and gently placed it on the edge of the ring: "Here, this is the money to pay for the sandbags!"
Ji Mozhi, the calmest and most rational among the flying tigers, was the first to come to his senses and said: "Fei SIR, this... is a lot of money!"
Feilun spread his hands and said with a smile: "I have kicked one of these special sandbags open before. The price is less than 10,000 yuan. For more money, I can treat the brothers to afternoon tea!"
As soon as these words came out, almost all the flying tigers cheered. Ji Mozhi did not cheer. He looked at Feilun with deep awe in his eyes. Because he kicked the sandbag with such force, Feilun's face went from head to head.
The tail didn't even turn red, what does this mean? It means that Feren didn't use his full strength at all!
What is Fearon's true strength, or what is his real leg strength? Ji Mozhi couldn't guess, but he felt that it must be very terrifying. Those fighting masters or champions in the police force in the past were simply inferior to Fearon.
Fortunately, Li Feng arrived at this moment and interrupted Ji Mozhi's thoughts: "What, what's going on with this sandbag?"
Gu Houyi, who was closest to Li Feng among the team members, quickly explained. After hearing this, Li Feng was a little dumbfounded and stared at Feilun with wide eyes.
Feilun looked at his watch with a smile and said, "Sir Li, is it time to go to work?"
"Oh, yes!"
After gathering the team, Flying Tiger A team started their free time training again. Fortunately, it was always like this when not on a mission, and everyone was used to it. However, before today's indoor assault training, Li Feng deliberately explained the tactics routinely
The time of (emphasis added) was given to Feren to explain the knowledge of gun throwing.
Fearon was not pretentious. He explained Newton's law of inertia and Bernoulli's principle in vernacular that the team members could understand, and drew a detailed diagram of the principle of gun throwing on the whiteboard. When he threw his hand at a speed of eight
When this answer was presented to the flying tigers, many people found it unbelievable.
Ji Mozhi, who has a high IQ and academic qualifications, was the first to raise a question: "Fei SIR, isn't the speed of eight meters per second too low? You seemed to have thrown the gun very fast during the Guangjing Street robbery!
"
"Low?! I don't think any of you can achieve such an elbow-throwing speed, and even if you can, hitting the target with a curved bullet will require a long and arduous training process." Ferran chuckled, "As for you saying that I am
The elbow swing speed in the image is very fast, which is normal, because I was using an AK at the time. If I want to create a corresponding arc trajectory, the hand swing speed must also be faster. In short, the lower the muzzle velocity of the gun, the easier it is to create an arc.
line, which is determined by the law of inertia."
At this time, Gu Houyi raised his hand again and said: "Sir Fei, can you show us how to throw a gun?"
"Of course there's no problem!" Feilun said calmly, "But I need two Yaoqi and a flash shock bomb."
Soon a team member handed over his weapons and equipment, and Li Fengqi said: "Alan, most of our assaults are with long guns, what do you want with a short gun?"
After taking the Glock and the flash bomb, Ferran said with a sly smile: "Of course it's an indoor assault. You don't have to follow me, just watch the big screen!"
Everyone was stunned. Feilun walked straight out of the combat deployment room and appeared on the monitor not long after.
"Damn it, Sir Fei actually went to the ninth training room!"
"Isn't it? Is he planning to fight one against nine?"
"You'll know after you read it."
The team members discussed for a while. You must know that the ninth training room is the most difficult training room. Not only does it have many compartments and a large area, but the most important thing is that the gangster models inside will have between nine and twelve people. I don’t know what day it is today.
In Room 9, the people from the Equipment Department arranged for several gangsters and several hostages.
The Flying Tigers' assault requirement is to control it within six seconds, otherwise it will be considered a failure. He doesn't know how many seconds Feilun will take. Li Feng is looking forward to it.
Phelan, who was wearing goggles, came to the door, listened carefully, then put on the earmuffs, pulled off the safety catch of the flash shock bomb, and threw it in through the window after a delay. Then Phelan did not
Without haste, he pulled out the two guns stuck behind his waist with both hands. While flipping the safety of the gun, the flash-shock grenade thrown into the house also went off. He kicked open the door and rushed in.
At the same time, the words 12.4 were printed in the upper left corner of the surveillance screen, and the Flying Tigers members exclaimed again after seeing it.
"No? Four hostages?"
"Wow, the highest difficulty!"
"Twelve gangsters mixed with four hostages. If you are not careful, you will be accidentally injured!"
With such a high level of difficulty, it would be difficult for the entire team to rush in without making any mistakes, let alone Faerun alone. As they were buzzing with discussion, the number 12.4 in the upper left corner of the monitoring screen began to change, twelve instantly reduced to ten, and the decimal point
Afterwards, the number of hostages represented by 4 began to flash and flash in seconds.
It must be said that the number 4 will only flash for six seconds, which is the effect time of the flash shock bomb. Once it passes, it means that the raid has failed, and hostage casualties are difficult to avoid.
The flying tigers were shocked when they saw that the number 4 had just disappeared, and before it even lit up, the number of gangsters had changed from 12 to 10. They did not dare to look at the number in the upper left corner distractedly, but focused their attention on
on the screen.
After Ferran entered the door, without even looking, he opened his hands in a straight line and fired two shots to the left and right. The Glock Ya7 is an automatic pistol. Once the trigger is pressed and not released, the bullets will fire continuously, but
In Feilun's hands, at this critical moment, Leng did not waste a single shot or bullet. There were two gangster models beside the door, no more, no less. Each of them received two shots, one between the eyebrows and one in the heart.
It only took Feren less than half a second to fire these four shots. Then, he jumped forward and fired six more shots while spinning. Four of these six shots turned out to be strange.
The curvature accurately hit the two gangster models hiding behind the baffle, still one shot between the eyebrows and the other in the heart. The remaining two shots accurately hit a gun-wielding gangster model on the sofa in the front hall.
When Feren turned around in the air and put his back against the partition, the number 4 in the upper left corner of the surveillance screen had just lit up. When the sharp leaders saw this scene, they were stunned again.
The partition can't stop bullets. Although the effect of the flash shock bomb is still there, there are some weird gangsters in actual combat who can compete with the effect of the flash shock and shoot randomly. Therefore, less than one-third of Faylan's back is against the partition.
In a second, he ducked out again, took off his earmuffs, and used the gun swing again while moving quickly.
In fact, if it is a real battle, in this kind of closed and quiet space of less than 100 square meters, Ferran's hearing can completely determine the location of the gangster based on the sound of breathing. With the skill of throwing the gun, he can kill the gangster without even moving.
Kill them all. However, this is simulation training now, and the model does not breathe, so he has to constantly move to disturb the air that originally flows regularly, and use a sharper sense than a gray three-tooth shark to detect the air flow and the small edges of the model.
The microelectricity generated by friction can quickly determine the approximate outline and position of the model.
Feren did not deal with the models in lying, kneeling, sitting or even surrender postures first. Instead, he dealt with those models with arrogant standing postures and gun-holding postures one by one.
In less than two seconds, Feren killed eight gangsters without missing a beat. But the next step will be a little more difficult, because Feren can no longer rely on microelectric sensing to distinguish which model is the gangster and which model is the hostage.
He has to do it visually, so his movements are even faster and ghostly.
The training room of more than 90 square meters has seven or eight compartments. Except for the lobby, models of gangsters and hostages are scattered everywhere. It is easy for a whole team to rush in and search, but if it is just one person, they are afraid of searching the entire room.
More than six seconds. Fortunately, the short-range micro-electric induction that Feilun had just recovered through practice is not completely helpless. It can at least help Faerun determine which compartment has a model and which compartment does not have a model.
Fearon clearly felt that there were eight models left, and they were in three rooms. The only good thing was that two rooms happened to have opposite doors and were very close to the entrance of the corridor where he was at this time.
Fearon moved over very quickly, kicking two doors in a straight line with his feet.
"Bang bang!"
The two doors, which were only ajar, were shattered into pieces. Ferran's eyes swept across the two rooms. Then he did not hesitate, raised his hands, and before straightening, he fired six shots in succession.
Without stopping, he rushed towards the last room at the end of the corridor, and at this time the number 4 had just faded out for the third time.
"Bang!"
Ferran kicked open the door of the last room with the model, and his eyes could distinguish between friend and foe within a tenth of a second. Then he fired two more shots, leaving two more bullet holes on the last gangster model, one between the eyebrows and one in the heart.
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In the combat deployment room, the value in the upper left corner of the screen changed to 0.4, and a flashing value appeared in the upper right corner - 2.9. This means that it only took Ferran 2.9 seconds from entering the room to killing all the gangsters.
"Wow, Sir Fei is more powerful than Rambo!"
"Less than three seconds? Is there something wrong with the timer?"
"God man!"
Li Feng's eyes were full of shock, and he walked to the console and pressed the replay button. Sure enough, the video from the time Feren entered the house to killing the last gangster was only recorded for 2.9 seconds.
"I said, what are you guys doing standing around?" Feilun appeared at the door at this time, "Aren't you even training?"
Before he finished speaking, a group of flying tigers surrounded Faerun and began to talk about how to worship him.
"Sir Fei, accept me as your disciple!"
"Take me, take me, Master Fei, take me!"
"Master, you must accept me."
At this time, Li Feng came back to his senses and shouted quickly: "What are you doing? Hurry up and pack the equipment. Today's routine assault training will start in five minutes!"
Due to Li Feng's power, the team members did not dare to disobey and dispersed in a hurry.
"Alan, after seeing your demonstration, let alone them, even I want to become your teacher." Li Feng said half-jokingly.
"Which teacher should I follow? Let's all communicate with each other!" Feilun waved his hands and said, "Spear-throwing is easy to learn but difficult to master. The basis is the strength of the wrist, elbow and arm. Don't try to throw the gun easily before you have mastered the strength of your hands.
, otherwise if you injure your tendon, I’m afraid even the police won’t be able to do it.”
"If I really hurt my hand, I will switch to a civilian job!" Li Feng sounded a little desperate.
Feilun punched Li Feng's chest with his fist and said: "Okay, it's not that exaggerated. Later I will build a few small things to give to you Flying Tigers. Follow my instructions. As long as the potential is not too bad, Team A
The arm strength of all the team members should be able to reach the standard of throwing a gun!"
Li Feng said in surprise: "Is there such a thing?"
"Yes, but when the thing comes to you, it is strictly forbidden to spread it outside." Feilun said solemnly, "As for counterfeiting, as long as you can imitate it, I have nothing to say."
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