Police Chen Shu

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Chen Chuan and Zou Qing, who came to the shooting range for the first time, were very excited. The two of them found a partner after seeing each other correctly. At this time, they were also running around happily.

For a while, he ran to someone's vegetable shed to point fingers, and for a while, he turned to a cannon stand parked on the side of the road to comment.

It looks like you're here for camping.

After everyone finished the unified gun inspection, Yang Chang and Zhao Mingfeng of the Second Squadron began to stand on the sidelines and brag about their deeds in the army to the policemen of the other squadrons in accordance with the tradition of previous years.

Today is gun practice, so their bragging falls on the hit.

"I'm not bragging. I used to shoot in the army. This kind of 50-meter shooting can hit the target with your eyes closed. If you don't believe me, ask Mingfeng!" Yang Chang, nicknamed "Dalian Commander", pointed The target set not far away said heartily.

Zhao Mingfeng, who is also retired from the army, nodded, and said seriously: "We are the chief officer, and if we don't have any tough skills, we can't suppress the soldiers below. It sounds like a soldier, but in fact, they are all thorns in the place! Otherwise! How did you come to be a soldier?"

Zhao Mingfeng is the deputy squadron leader of the Second Squadron. In the army, he also changed his job as a company commander. Because he is small and five years younger than Yang Chang, everyone nicknamed him "Little Company Commander" in order to distinguish him. .

The small company commander Zhao Mingfeng's words were very poor. He himself was also a soldier, and he and Yang Chang scolded him when he said this.

Yang Chang glanced at him with dissatisfaction, and then bragged: "Just give me one more calibrated bullet in a while, no pre-practice is required, and it will be a full hit!"

The trajectory of each gun is different. It does not mean that the three-point line can be accurately aimed. Simply put, there will be errors.

But this error is predictable, because although the trajectory of each gun is different, it has always remained the same.

For example, the aiming point of gun A is at the central position, and the bullet impact point is at the upper left of the central position. Then when aiming next time, just move the aiming point to the lower right of the central position.

This is called a calibrated bullet. It is also the reason why the special police brigade pays attention to the distribution of guns for only one person.

Chen Shu, who hadn't used 92 shooting for a long time, followed Yang Chang's test shooting with great interest.

After one shot was calibrated, Yang Chang fired five shots in a row, with only three or four seconds between each shot.

Leaving aside the grades for the time being, the shooting time alone made Chen Shu feel good, a little bit in line with reality.

Xu Mingliang took out the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Zhang Qing, target."

After the shooting was over, Zhang Qing, who was acting as a temporary target reporter, poked his head out from the aisle under the target after receiving the command from the commander Xu Mingliang, and first turned his head to look at the crowd. Then start counting on the target paper.

Chen Shu could tell that Yang Chang, who was complacent at the moment, was actually a little nervous in his bones. His eyes from time to time looking at the walkie-talkie pinned to Xu Mingliang's waist betrayed his superficial calmness.

"Ring 45." Zhang Qing's voice came from the walkie-talkie.

Yang Chang listened: Hey, this performance is a bit extraordinary!

Immediately raised his proud head: "Ahem, fire a gun, this is the most basic skill of our soldiers!"

Chen Chuan and Zou Qing, two graduates of the Provincial Police Academy, were accustomed to this achievement. They watched for a while and ran to the side to practice empty guns.

The other policemen in the brigade were not surprised. After all, they were colleagues who had been with each other for many years, and they still knew something about each other.

After Yang Chang fired his gun, he waited for Zhang Qing, the reporter who reported the target, to put the paper on the front and slip under the passage, and then it was the turn of other policemen to line up to test their guns.

In the next shooting, except for Zhao Mingfeng who got a 44 ring, everyone else was below 40 ring.

Especially Zou Qing, when she shot, she saw smoke coming from the dirt bag behind the target. When the target was counted at last, Zhang Qing stood in front of the target paper and touched it for a long time before hesitatingly said: "16."

Chen Shu comforted: "It's pretty good. When I was in the police academy, I was invited by the university next door to be a military training instructor. Tsk tsk, those college students. After playing all afternoon, many target papers were as good as new ones.

Rather than putting a target paper there, it is better to say that they put a sign there so that they have a direction to point their guns at. "

Zou Qing had a bitter face, wrinkled her upright little nose: "They are college students, but I am a special police officer."

Chen Shu couldn't help but reached out and touched the melon on her little head: "It will be better to practice more next time."

Finally it was Chen Shu's turn to play.

Chen Shu, who hadn't touched a gun for a long time, felt that his hands were heavy while holding the Type 92. First, he modestly fired five rounds, one for calibration and one for calibration. It took a lot of time, but after five shots, he had a general understanding of the gun in his hand.

During the actual assessment, he raised his hand to take a look, and fired steadily with an interval of three or four seconds.

Five rounds passed by, waiting for the opening of Zhang Qing's report, and everyone was a little excited. Because of Chen Chuan's bragging before, everyone knew that Chen Shu was almost left behind by their sniper squadron when he was transferred to the special police detachment eight years ago.

"Zizizi"

Everyone's hearts were raised to their throats.

"48, 48 rings! Chen Da's score is 48 rings!"

Maybe he finally got rid of the shooting shadow of the troops, Zhang Qing's voice was a little excited.

Yang Chang muttered, "It's a bit windy today."

Zhao Mingfeng followed suit: "The gun is not good either!"

His words slapped his face again. What the special police brigade implements is that a gun is designated to follow one person, and no one else can touch or use it. To say that guns are bad is to say that the people who wield them are bad.

But Chen Shu believed that Zhao Mingfeng didn't think so much, he really helped Yang Chang find a better excuse.

"Wow! Brother, you are really amazing!" Zou Qing posted over like a little girl.

"Shooting a gun is just like being a human being. One must be steady, and the other must be heavy."

Chen Chuan was also arrogantly pointing at the side, people who didn't know thought he was the one who made the achievements.

After the precision shooting is over, it is the usual standing posture to aim the gun at the target to adjust and relax everyone's breathing.

The training that followed was rapid fire.

That is, within a distance of 15 meters, five bullets are fired continuously in the shortest time. At this time, the number of rings is not looked at. The main performance evaluation is the number of hits.

Everyone came again in the previous order, and Chen Shu's score was still the best.

Xu Mingliang, Yang Chang, and Zhao Mingfeng also hit the target with five rounds, but none of them hit the finale, Chen Shuji.

When Zhang Qing, who was on the sticker, saw the five bullets in front of him concentrated around the heart of the half-body target paper, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

"shh"

"Chen Da, you really are not human."