I'm a policeman, how can you give me a gangster system!

Inside the box was a reinforced Type 92 pistol.

The black gun body had obviously been specially enlarged.

Both the barrel and the handle had been significantly lengthened, although the appearance was still the Type 92.

But both the size and power had been enhanced.

"It was based on the original Type 92 gun model for enhanced transformation! I asked the old brother in the military factory to customize it for me! The size is just a little smaller than the Desert Eagle."

"How about it! Can it meet the large pistol you mentioned!"

The Army Chief smiled and introduced his favorite gun to Zou Ting and others.

Obviously, he is also a gun lover, and he is quite knowledgeable about various firearms. In addition, he has a prominent status and a little privilege.

So he can take out the pistol that meets the requirements of Director Zou.

Zou Ting picked up the specially customized pistol handed over by the Army Chief and weighed the heavy treasure.

The large treasure specially customized with perfect fit is obviously from a regular military factory.

It is difficult for ordinary people to hold this big guy with one hand.

"Su Ming, try it!"

Su Ming took the big treasure handed over by Director Zou.

The Type 92 modified rifle, which cannot be held in the hands of ordinary people, looks like a pocket toy in his big bear-pawed hands.

Of course, this gun is much stronger than the small cannon just now.

At least it can allow Su Ming's fingers to be inserted... a little bit.

It can barely be inserted into the length of a fingernail.

A little more and the trigger will be pulled.

Although Su Ming was still a little dissatisfied, he was too embarrassed to complain when he saw the army chief who specially sent the pistol.

He picked up the magazine full of bullets from the box, installed the magazine on the gun with a click, and opened the safety casually.

He turned around in a chic manner without aiming.

Bang bang bang....

The sound of the gun was like a lit firecracker, and it instantly became a string.

The firelight flashed at the muzzle instantly!

On the 100-meter target in the distance, the red bull's eye was rotten.

All 15 9mm caliber bullets were fired at once.

The rain of bullets hit the bull's eye almost at the same time.

What recoil, muzzle jump...

Under Su Ming's arms that were as strong as cast iron, the pistol was like being cast in solid iron.

Not moving at all!

What kind of strong physical fitness is this!

Fifteen shots, all ten rings!

Lu Zhiguo looked at Su Ming in shock. The 9mm 92 modified with an effective range of fifty actually hit the bull's eye with fifteen shots.

This...

Very good! Very good!

But compared to the fifteen shots with ten rings, what attracted the army chief more was that Su Ming's fifteen shots, whether it was the wrist, arm, or arm, did not tremble at all.

Like a steel monster, he completely ignored the recoil of the gun.

The army chief's two eyeballs seemed to be connected to tens of millions of watts of high voltage electricity, and they lit up with a swish.

It's really no exaggeration!

The bright eyes were wide open.

Having been in the army for a lifetime, he realized instantly that Su Ming's shooting talent was far from being fully tapped.

With his terrifying physical fitness, he ignored the muzzle rise and recoil when firing.

The meaning of this is too terrifying.

The army chief looked at Su Ming in front of him, without hesitation, and strode forward and said with a smile: "Su Ming! You shot well! How long have you been practicing shooting?"

Su Ming looked at the middle-aged man in the military training uniform in front of him, and it was no exaggeration to say.

He felt a huge sense of oppression. This old man who was dressed in ordinary clothes and looked to be in his fifties, had a huge pressure in his words and deeds.

Major general rank, army commander level!

This is a real military boss who can directly command an army of tens of thousands of people.

Compared with Team Leader Ma, who patrolled the entire territory of Longguo and frightened officials of all sizes.

Not weak at all, even stronger!

Su Ming heard the question from the Army Chief, and stood still immediately, respectfully replying: "Report to the leader, I am a police academy student who graduated this year! In the previous firearms training in the police academy, there was no suitable training gun for me..."

"So... today is my first time to touch a gun."

Su Ming touched his head innocently, obviously embarrassed because his hands were too big.

And when he heard Su Ming's answer, the Army Chief's eyes almost popped out.

First time touching a gun!

He can take a 92-type pistol with an effective range of 50 meters, and directly hit all ten rings with 15 shots!

But what kind of devil shooting talent is this!

He looked back at his good friend Lao Zou in disbelief, and then got a very complacent nod from Director Zou.

When he looked at the little giant in front of him, his eyes were almost like seeing a god.This is a real genius!

Maybe someone will ask.

Fifteen shots in a hundred meters, ten rings in every shot, even in the Dragon Country Army, it is a rare leader.

It is qualified to compete for the major special forces.

And what is more valuable is that this guy is in contact with guns for the first time.

A police academy student, at most, has been exposed to these gun knowledge in books before.

Even without firing two shots to get familiar with it, he can achieve such an amazing result.

No matter who it is, it will be shocked.

This kid is born to be a human weapon!

Whether it is temperament, physical fitness or talent for guns.

The army chief looked at Su Ming's awkward way of holding the gun - pulling the trigger with the fingernail, and he seemed quite speechless.

But when he thought that Su Ming could shoot with such an awkward posture and still achieve such a result...

Hiss...

His evaluation of Su Ming in his heart went to a higher level.

Zou followed his friend's gaze and looked at Su Ming's still awkward way of holding the gun. He said to his friend with some dissatisfaction: "Don't you have a bigger gun then!"

"Shooting with a fingernail? This doesn't show Su Ming's true strength!"

The Army Chief also scratched his head in worry. Su Ming's hands were almost twice the size of ordinary people.

Ordinary guns were really like toys in his hands.

He really wanted to see how much surprise this big guy would bring him if he could exert his full strength!

But the premise is where to find a suitable big guy for this guy!

Suddenly, the Army Chief looked at Su Ming's huge palm, as if he remembered something, patted his head, and said as if he remembered something: "Got it! I really have a big guy suitable for Su Ming to hold!"

As he said this, he walked towards the military vehicle he was riding in.

He rummaged through the trunk and really found a dusty silver safe.

After casually wiping the dust off the safe with his hand, the Army Chief grinned and waved, "This time it will definitely fit Su Ming!"

"This thing was specially designed and manufactured by the Imperial Capital Research Institute to enhance the combat capability of individual paratroopers! But because the recoil of this thing is too large and the physical fitness requirements of the soldiers are too high, it was rejected, but I think it is good and I kept one."

"I originally planned to keep it as a souvenir, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today!"

The silver box was covered with dust, and it was obviously gathering dust in the Army Chief's trunk for a long time.

But after listening to his explanation, everyone cast a curious look.

Can Su Ming fit in?

Could it be a Gatling gun with blue flames?