Return of the Soldier King

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Ye Fei's pupil shrank to the point of a needle tip, and his voice was cold. He looked at the two policemen behind her: "Sergeant Bei, you are really in a haunted spirit. You came here? Why, do you want to take me away? , You are three people, are you a bit overwhelmed! "

Pui Meiqi's eyes flashed, and she didn't speak. The two male police officers behind her couldn't help it. One of them whispered: "Madam, is he Ye Fei, as arrogant as the rumors!"

Another glance appeared in his eyes: "Madam, shall we ..."

Bei Meiqi raised her hand and cut off the words of the two people, watching Ye Fei sneered: "Ye Fei, are you taking yourself too seriously. Can't we come here in this shooting range? Or, you Is it the boss here who wants to invite us out? It ’s easy to take a day off, but I still hit you. I do n’t know if I ’m good or hard. In short, I ’m not here to find you today, you give me a flash what!"

Hearing Pui Meiqi's words, Ye Fei suddenly froze, taking advantage of Pui Meiqi passing by himself, and whispered: "Sergeant Pui, I hope you don't play any tricks! Otherwise, ..."

"Too lazy to care about you!"

Pui Meiqi pouted, stepped on high heels and walked into the shooting range.

Looking at Bei Meiqi's back, Lin Qingwan walked to Ye Fei and whispered, "Who is she? It looks arrogant, are you acquaintances?"

"Interpol, take me away as a terrorist, and die right."

Ye Fei touched his chin, and his forefoot had just arrived, and Becky's hind foot came up. Is it such a coincidence? Obviously not. If Bei Meiqi didn't come for himself, then it was a hell.

However, if Becky is for herself, she looks dismissive again, what is the situation?

Ye Fei was also a little confused, and suddenly turned to look at Murong: "Did you tell someone about the shooting range? Why is the Interpol so fast!"

"No no."

Murong was like a little girl who was wronged. He waved his hands again and again and said after a while: "Last night, I called my dad on the landline of the apartment and used his membership card. I left early this morning and there must be nobody know."

"The phone was tapped!"

Ye Fei took a long breath and finally knew the answer.

"You mean, a bug was installed in the phone?"

Lin Qingwan was a little scared. If someone from the Purple Apartment came in, it would be very unsafe.

"No, the Interpol wants to eavesdrop on a phone call, and it's easy to do without an eavesdropper." Ye Fei thought for a while: "Murong should be very familiar with this."

"Yes, the privacy of ordinary residents is almost undefended in front of the police."

Murong told the truth.

"Forget it, if it comes, then settle down, let's go to target first!"

Ye Fei was silent for a while and decided to be more careful not to change today's schedule.

Walking into this two-story building, the brave man at the door immediately walked over to guide the road for the three.

This is nominally a military fan club, but to put it bluntly is a high-end club with some troop characteristics.

The building outside looks bland, but the decoration inside is very high-end, which makes Lin Qingwan very satisfied.

The three men first came to the locker room to change clothes. Murong accompanied Lin Qingwan. Ye Fei was not worried. He walked into the men's locker room and received a camouflage uniform according to his size.

The military uniform is not new, but it is very clean and has a faint smell of laundry detergent. Ye Fei feels the thick military uniform, has a familiar feeling, quickly put on, and put his own things in the locker. I have to say that many things in this club are creative. The shiny nameplate on the neck is not a useless decoration, but a key to the locker.

Putting on the military uniform, Ye Fei felt like a warrior again, heroic and cool, Qi Yuxuan, the haze between his brows and eyes swept away, and the sunlight was upward.

Walking out of the locker room, a brave man wearing sunglasses greeted him immediately. They are all shooting coaches here. They are responsible for escorting, guiding, and teaching guest shooting skills.

Of course, they play an important role in protecting the safety of guests. After all, playing a gun is different from playing other things. The people who can come here to consume are not ordinary people. Anyone who misses is a trouble.

"Hello, Chief!"

A small instructor with short hair and a strong appearance came over: "I will take you to the gun arsenal to pick up the gun. May I ask if you have been in contact with firearms before? Which model do you prefer."

"Nine twenty-nine."

Ye Fei said faintly.

As the little man's eyes lit up, he looked up and down Ye Fei and said, "I can't see it, expert! Brother, in which army did you serve before!"

The reason why the little man is so surprised is because Ye Fei ’s sentence “Nine Two Nine”, 92 is the 92 pistol. Now the standard pistol of our troops is not uncommon. There are two types of pistols, one for 9mm bullets and one for 5.8mm bullets. The little man heard at once that Ye Fei had served in the army.

Ye Fei shook his head without saying much.

The Falcon Squad is not in any one of the troop establishments, and it is higher than those troop establishments. It can be regarded as a secret combat squad directly affiliated with the country. Any information in the squad is a state secret, even including the name of the Falcon Squad.

Ye Fei certainly can't tell the little man.

However, the little man has become very enthusiastic about Ye Fei.

Because, most of the time, the little man is in touch with the young guys in Shanghai. Huhai is not as big as the capital. There is a military compound there. In addition to the rich second generation, more are the official second generation, the red third generation, and the military three generations. These people have been exposed to guns since childhood, and they are very expert.

The Shanghai market is still dominated by businessmen. Most of the young boys have never played with guns. The small man entertained these laymen. He had a headache because he met him more than once and asked him what gun he wanted. Not to mention that this club does not have this legendary gun, even if it does, the strong recoil of the Desert Eagle can also dislocate these laymen in an instant.

The little man took Ye Fei to the arsenal, registered Ye Fei's name information, and then handed him a 92-type pistol. He was about to introduce Ye Fei to the performance of this pistol.

Unexpectedly, Ye Fei just touched the pistol, and with both hands moved, he directly disassembled the pistol, carefully inspecting every part inside the firearm for signs of aging and wear.

Ye Fei's movements were too fast, so the little instructor didn't even see it. He immediately took a breath, knowing that this time he met a real expert, and Ye Fei dismantled his gun too fast. , Not to mention faster than him, even faster than his master in the army.

The little man closed his mouth in an interesting way, watching Ye Fei quickly fiddle with the parts of the firearm, only to feel dazzled. For five minutes, Ye Fei reassembled the pistol, held it in his hand and weighed twice, and said, "The maintenance is not bad. . "

The little man said with a smile: "Of course, every firearm here is maintained by professionals."

Ye Fei nodded, pushed open the side door, and entered the shooting range.

At the time of Ye Fei's debugging of firearms, Lin Qingwan and Murong had already come out, and the dress of the two made Ye Fei's eyes shine.

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