Special Years

"Ready - start shooting!"

After dawdling, Xu Shiming finally called out the final shooting order.

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The crisp gunshots of "Little Smashing Cannons" sounded rhythmically.

Every two to three seconds, a bullet is fired.

The minimum number of rings of the chest ring target is 6 rings, and the real effective distance of the 64-type pistol is only about 25 meters.

Police pistols often use 15 meters and 10 meters, 15 meters precision shooting, 10 meters 10 rapid fire, only criminal police and special police will practice shooting distances of more than 25 meters.

Among them, at a distance of 25 meters, 10 rounds to 60 rounds are already passing, that is to say, as long as 10 rounds hit the target, you can pass.

It sounds easy, but it's not at all.

A pistol is not a rifle. The standard baseline is much shorter than a rifle. The advantage of a short gun body is portability. The disadvantage is that the long-distance aiming accuracy is not as good as that of a long gun.

As long as the hand is shaken a little bit, the bullet will run off the target when it goes out.

Wang Yongjun and Liu Bing used the akimbo-style single-handed gun shooting method.

This method is also very common in athletes shooting competitions, because it is easier to master the accuracy, so the police also like to use it, especially in the accuracy shooting assessment.

There was constant gunfire on targets 2 and 3, but there was no movement on the solemn targets.

I saw Zhuang Yan holding a gun, standing in front of the target platform, Dingding looking ahead, neither aiming nor firing, as if the old monk had entered Dingding.

"Huh? What's going on?"

"Why didn't he shoot?"

"Wouldn't it be frightening?

The police behind him were talking.

Even Xu Shiming was a little confused right now.

Maybe I am really old, and I see people wrong. I thought Zhuang Yan was a dragon, but it turned out to be a snake...

It seems that his previous identity is really his own bragging, and there is no pee at all.

This time, it's a win.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel that Liu Zhenzan is very pitiful.

The entrustment is inhuman, isn't this letting your nephew come out and be embarrassed?

It's okay to lose yourself, and now even the entire security department is involved.

why bother...

He wanted Liu Zhenzan to cast a sympathetic look.

Liu Zhenzan was actually more anxious.

He almost rushed up to grab the gun in Zhuang Yan's hand and went into battle himself.

But in the eyes of everyone, as the head of a department, he can't be too frizzy.

To lose is to lose gracefully.

What's more, he just said that this is his nephew...

Thinking of this, Liu Zhenzan wanted to scratch his ears.

How can you be stupid enough to put yourself in a trap?

Wasn't this kid nice just now? Didn't all the shots hit the target? Anzaou's level of play just now, even if he loses, he won't lose too much, right?

But why didn't you fire a shot?

Soon, the gunfire died down.

Wang Yongjun and Liu Bing began to examine the guns, pulled out the magazines, pulled the slides, checked the chambers, and fired empty guns...

Xu Shiming asked Zhuangyan, "Why didn't you shoot?"

Zhuang Yan asked back, "How many rings are the two of them the highest?"

Xu Shiming was stunned: "What?"

"I want to know how many rings their tallest has played?" asked solemnly.

Xu Shiming said, "Why are you asking this?"

"I want to know." Zhuang Yan said, "I haven't lost yet. Didn't you say that precision shooting doesn't limit the time?"

Xu Shiming is a black line again.

Is this kid sick?

However, as the captain of the patrol police brigade, since the victory is now in hand, don't care about it like a child.

So he said to the person next to him, "Take back the target and see how many rings there are."

The No. 2 shooting range is a new shooting range, with an automatic recovery system, that is, by pressing the button, the target can be returned to the target position by itself, so that it is more convenient to replace the target paper, and there is no need to run around.

The target papers of Wang Yongjun and Liu Bing returned soon.

Everyone swarmed up and immediately watched.

"8...8...8..."

Everyone go to bullet holes one by one.

After ordering for a while, someone exclaimed: "Liu Bing is the highest! 82 rings!"

The pistol 25m chest ring target, 82 rings, is already an excellent result.

Every shot is above 8, two shots are 9, or one shot is 10.

Sure enough, he was a scout!

Liu Zhenzan's face was bruised, and his lips were shaking with anger.

Finished calf.

I am afraid that this matter will spread to the entire city bureau tomorrow, going to work and going upstairs, it is estimated that when encountering acquaintances, I will chat with myself about it.

Where to put this old face...

I lost Jingzhou carelessly, and I actually believed that this little guy in front of me, the fame of my life is now dead...

"Oh, 82 rings, right?"

"Well, how's it going? Are there talents in our team?" Xu Shiming suddenly took pity and solemnity.

"Young man, be kind, don't blow..."

Before the words fell, Zhuang Yan suddenly raised his hand.

Instead of using the one-handed akimbo shooting position, he used the Weaver shooting position best suited for cops.

The advantages of this posture are that it is suitable for urban combat, has good concealment, and reduces the impact of sideways.

blah blah blah-

From raising the gun to opening the insurance to shooting, solemnly in one go.

Hearing the sound of gunfire, everyone immediately fell silent, and their eyes turned to Zhuang Yan.

"Finished, finish work."

He unloaded the magazine solemnly and swiftly, checked the gun, and returned to Zhu Juncun.

"Thank you, Brother Zhu."

Zhu Juncun looked at the gun in his hand, as if he had not woken up from a dream.

He asked Zhuang Yan, "Is it over?"

Nodding solemnly: "It's over."

"so fast?"

"Soon?" Zhuang Yan remembered how often he shot every second just now, and didn't think it was too fast.

Zhu Juncun looked solemnly like a monster.

Liu Zhenzan suddenly shouted: "Quick! Take back the target and see how many rings!"

Although he still didn't hold out much hope that Zhuang Yan could win, after all Zhuang Yan shot and ran out of bullets.

Win or lose, there is always a result!

That's the most important thing.

The target paper was quickly taken back. This time, except for Zhuang Yan, Liu Zhenzan, Xu Shiming, and other leaders, almost everyone surrounded the target.

"Don't squeeze!"

"How many rings?!"

"Counting... 8! 8! 9!"

Before counting a number, Liu Zhenzan's face muscles twitched slightly.

Amitabha!

Don't lose too badly...

The more I listened to ~www.novelmt.com~, the expression on Liu Zhenzan's face became more relaxed; the more Xu Shiming on the other end listened, the more his face changed, which was in stark inverse proportion to Liu Zhenzan who was standing opposite him.

Finally, someone loudly announced: "A total of 83 rings!"

83 rings, only one more ring.

However, still won.

"Hahahahahaha!" Liu Zhenzan couldn't bear it any longer, he felt that he was almost forced to have a heart attack.

This time, I finally let go.

With the maximum decibel of laughter, he vented his previous grievances to Xu Shiming, who was less than two meters across from him.

"83 rings, hahahahaha! Old Xu! 83 rings! Hahahaha! One more ring! Hahahaha!"

Xu Shiming's face was darker than the bottom of the pot.