Lin Zi paused at his feet, and reason gradually took over his brain.

Recalling the scene just now, he had to agree with Yang Ju's point of view.

I really can't beat the other party.

This guy's strength is like a monster, and he is already relatively top-notch in terms of strength, but the moment he is held by the other party, he feels like a baby.

It's hard to imagine what the result would be if the other party didn't drag himself out, but punched him directly.

As for speed, Lin Zi's experience is not very deep, although he feels fast, but fast and slow things don't feel as intuitive as power.

For this, Lin Zi is still a little unwilling.

With his own fighting skills, in the face of such an iron Hanhan, he was defeated without even having room to play, what is going on?

Is this a level of fighting? It's obviously a comparison of strength.

But he couldn't stand up and say, "Let's fight well, don't use so much force......"

Does this sound like a word?

So, he stayed under the ring very heartily and didn't go up again.

The expression on Lao Yang's face was a little weird, on the one hand, he was a little embarrassed because his ace fighting master was easily knocked down by the other party, and on the other hand, he was also happy because of Mu Yuan's strong ability.

Although in this world now, no matter how high the martial arts are, one shot can be defeated, but on many occasions, agility is still of great significance.

"Comrade Mu Yuan! If you are really famous, it is better to meet. Your fighting level is much beyond my expectations!" Lao Yang sighed.

Mu Yuan was stunned and said, "This is the end?"

"Uh...... Of course!"

"Oh!"

Lao Yang and the others felt a chill, what does the unfinished expression on your face mean?

Is this an addiction to falling?

Feng Ju was afraid that Mu Yuan would say something again, so he hurriedly said, "Old Yang, what do you think needs to be tested?"

Lao Yang raised his eyebrows and said, "Pistol shooting!"

The corners of Feng Ju's mouth twitched twice, and finally he persuaded: "I think...... This doesn't need to be tested, I dare to pack a ticket, Comrade Xiao Mu's pistol shooting skills are the best in the world. ”

Lao Yang shrugged his shoulders and said, "No way, we have our rules." ”

Feng Ju shook his head helplessly, since you love to test, then test it!

This training base has a dedicated indoor shooting range.

Director Yang led the group straight over, and those who were training in the fighting training room just now also followed curiously, and Bureau Yang didn't stop them.

It seems that the Security Bureau has been prepared for a long time, and there are already two staff members waiting in the shooting range, and several firearms are placed in front of them.

Type 54, Type 64, Type 77, Type 92, one each.

"What kind of pistol are you used to?" asked Yang Ju with a smile as he stood aside.

Mu Yuan glanced at it very calmly and said, "I don't pick a gun, any one is fine." ”

As he spoke, he picked up a few guns and flipped them in his hand.

"Yang Ju, how to measure it?"

"Is your advantage accurate or rapid-fire?" asked Yang Ju.

Mu Yuan said: "I'm used to shooting quickly and accurately. ”

The scene was silent......

accidentally let this kid pretend to be a force again!

But no one took Mu Yuan's words seriously.

Precision shooting and rapid fire are two contradictory issues.

The pursuit of fast cannot be very accurate, and the pursuit of accuracy cannot be too fast!

The fast and accurate concepts mentioned here are relative concepts, and different people will have different measurements.

Some people's so-called fast and accurate does not mean that their speed and accuracy have reached their own extreme, but that they have reached the standard of fast and accurate judgment relative to others.

What are these Security Bureau guys in front of you? They all came out of the bullet pile.

They don't deny that there are people in the world who shoot more accurately than them, or that they shoot faster, but it would be nonsense to say that there are faster than them to shoot faster, and at the same time more accurate than they can shoot accurately.

Feng Ju said in a timely manner: "Xiao Mu is telling the truth!"

Yang Ju was a little suspicious and said, "Then try it first!"

Mu Yuan picked up the Type 54 and said, "Let's try this one first! How many bullets?"

"Two magazines, twenty-one rounds. You need to reload once halfway!" Yang Ju said calmly, "You need to move your position and shoot moving targets halfway!" The final assessment is the number of targets killed and the time spent in the whole process. ”

Feng Ju on the side couldn't help but widen his eyes: The training subjects on the side of the Security Bureau are so difficult?

He could hear clearly that Yang Ju was talking about the number of targets killed, not the number of targets.

What does this mean? It means that the moment you shoot, you have to think about where the shot will be fired to kill you with one shot.

And the whole process of moving halfway and loading is completely a simulated actual combat environment.

The only difference is that there is no need to worry about an enemy counterattack.

Of course, in fact, counterattacks can also be simulated, but there is not much need at the moment.

In fact, at this moment, not only Feng Ju was surprised, but even the other trainees in the base were also surprised.

Although they have subjects that simulate actual combat, such as loading, positioning, and shooting moving targets, such subjects will only assess the number of enemies killed, not the time.

Is this a temporary increase in difficulty?

"No problem!" Mu Yuanyun responded lightly, "Where to choose the venue?"

"That's the shooting ground over there. Yang Ju pointed to the side.

Mu Yuan looked over, there was a very spacious field over there, and there were many baffles on the ground, which were used as obstacles for walking.

I have to say that there is no venue like this in the Xihua City Public Security Bureau.

Of course, it's not that the city bureau doesn't have the money to build such a site, but because there is no need for it.

At this time, a staff member handed twenty-one rounds of ammunition and two magazines to Mu Yuan, he first put fourteen of them into the magazine, and put the remaining seven rounds of ammunition into his pocket along with the box.

Then Mu Yuan stood in the starting position, and after Yang Ju gave the "start" password, Mu Yuan rushed to the first baffle like an arrow from the string......

At the same time, at the next bezel position, a target attached to the portrait sticks out.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and Mu Yuan barely paused, and he had already rushed to the next baffle.

"Bang...... Bang ......"

Two shots in a row, because in Mu Yuan's field of vision, two targets with portraits appeared.

Swept all the way in this way, Mu Yuan's feet were like the wind, although he couldn't say that he had the speed of a 100-meter sprint, but it was also the same as ordinary long-distance running.

And the design of this shooting range is also very tricky, there are so many strange places where there are targets, and sometimes you are rushing forward, and maybe a target pops out on the ground.

Mu Yuan's performance was even more exaggerated, as long as a target appeared, his gunfire rang out almost at the same time.

And one target corresponds to a gunshot, and no more bullet is used.

There was also no delay in changing the magazine halfway, and the whole action was smooth.

The only thing that is uncertain now is Mu Yuan's hit rate.

Yang Ju looked at Mu Yuan, who was still moving rapidly on the field, and said with a smile on his face: "Old Feng, it seems that you, Comrade Mu Yuan, are very confident in your marksmanship!"

"Hehe, he does have the capital of self-confidence. Feng Ju replied very calmly.

Yang Ju smiled and asked, "Then how many hits do you think Comrade Mu Yuan can have in this test?"

"Hit rate?" Feng Ju was surprised and said, "Actually, I don't think I need to think about the problem of hit rate at all, it's worthless, we should guess how much the kill rate can reach." ”

Yang Ju glanced at Feng Ju and said with a wry smile: "It seems that it is not only Comrade Mu Yuan who is confident! ”

"That's!" Feng Ju raised his neck, a little arrogant.

On the field, there was finally a brief pause in the gunfire......

"Is this a bullet?" Yang Ju guessed, but as soon as he finished speaking, the gunshots rang out again.

"Bang ......"

One shot, then ...... There is no then.

Because Mu Yuan was already standing at the end of the shooting range.

"Yang Ju, why do you only have fifteen targets here?" Mu Yuan's voice came from behind a baffle.

The scene was a little embarrassing in an instant......

The venue was penetrated, but the bullets were not finished, and this matter made a fuss.

This can't be blamed on the design of the training ground of the Security Bureau, and it is already an exaggeration to place fifteen target papers in one shooting subject.

After all, this is pistol shooting, and it is impossible to shoot an enemy at a time.

Yang Ju gave Mu Yuan twenty-one rounds of ammunition before, so he also considered this, thinking that it would be good for Mu Yuan to be able to use twenty-one bullets to kill ten targets.

After all, he asked not to hit, but to kill.

At least a hit to the shoulder, arm, abdomen, or anything else doesn't count, and the best place is the center of the eyebrows, and then the heart.

I didn't expect Mu Yuan to be so confident, and only one bullet was used on one target, which caused the embarrassing situation that the target was finished and the bullet had not been used up.

"You can withdraw the remaining bullets!" Yang Ju said solemnly.

Mu Yuan answered, and walked out after a while.

The gun was put back in place, and the remaining six bullets were handed over to the staff next to them.

"Target inspection!" Yang Ju greeted.

Immediately, a staff member entered the venue and began to pay attention to the target paper.

"Target No. 1, kill! Hit the center of the eyebrows!"

"Target No. 2, kill! Hit the center of the eyebrows!"

"Target No. 3, kill!

......

Yang Ju's brain suddenly buzzed......

I'm afraid it's not the target inspectors who are working together to deceive themselves, right?

Just the way you shoot just now, and the gun hits the center of the eyebrows?

In fact, not only Yang Ju was suspicious, but other people at the scene were also a little suspicious, even including Feng Ju.

It's just that Feng Ju's suspicion is not as strong as others, which is considered ...... Be skeptical!

He knew that Mu Yuan's pistol shooting skills were very good, but like now, it was still a little beyond his estimates.

"Target 15, kill!

After the last target position was tested, the person who gathered it shouted at the right time: "Result: 15 people killed, it took 42 seconds!"

Mu Yuan's expression was a little indifferent, and even a little depressed: This result is not real!