Early in the morning, the main road in the western suburbs of Lingjiang City. A rickshaw is speeding down the road from east to west. Riding was a young man in a blue short-sleeved T-shirt. He clutched the handlebars with both hands, and his feet rose and fell. He was panting heavily, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his face looked a little anxious.

In the car sat an old man, holding two stacks of steamers in one hand, pressing the lid in the other, and hooking a briquette stove in both feet. Seeing him like this, he was obviously afraid that the bumps would be too strong and he would overturn the two stacks of steamers that were eight stories high.

"Little brother, the intersection in front of you is here, I said you should take it easy." The old man looked ahead, shouted loudly, and finally got a hand free in his busy schedule and patted the young man.

In the distance, there is a fork in the road less than 100 meters ahead, and a village road leads to the small village on the hillside to the north.

"Okay uncle, you can sit down." The young man on the three-wheeled wheel agreed, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and slowed down.

At last the tricycle stopped at the fork in the road, and the young man hurriedly thanked the old man, jumped out of the car, and ran forward with a roar.

The old man shook his head and smiled, put the whole cage away, climbed into the saddle, stepped on the pedals, and the tricycle headed towards the village road. He thought all the way, what a strange thing happened today. This morning, he sold steamed buns in the commercial street of the city as usual, and somehow there were a lot of people today, and in less than ten minutes after setting up the stall, more than 300 steamed buns were snapped up, which was really unexpected.

Later, I listened to this young man named Gao Jin, and I realized that those people went to some "Game Paradise Company" to protest. It looked like there were thousands of people, and the entire road was blocked.

Gao Jin was in a hurry to go to work, but the bus was stuck in the middle of the road. He saw that the police had imposed traffic control and blocked the road leading from the shopping street to the western suburbs. Seeing that the time has passed nine o'clock, the lateness is ironclad. There are still more than ten kilometers to go, and I am very anxious. There was no other way but to squeeze through the crowd and run forward.

After leaving the shopping street, I happened to see an old man closing a stall on the road. Gao Jin used to see his tricycle on the bus often and knew that he was on the same road. Only then did he come over to discuss with Old Man Liu and asked to take a ride.

Although Old Man Liu didn't know Gao Jin, he looked at his words and felt that he didn't look like a bad guy in his thin life. Looking at the mark of "Baiyun Shooting Club" on his clothes, he is indeed on the way with himself, and he is happy to help others and take him on a ride. However, Gao Jin knew each other very well, and when he saw that the old man was riding hard, he rushed to act as a coachman.

In this way, Old Man Liu was even more happy, but Gao Jin rode too fast, and the tricycle was very bumpy on the road. The 10-kilometer journey took more than 10 minutes.

"Take advantage of the fact that there are many people over there now, and get a few more baskets of steamed buns to sell back. That's right, call the baby and sell water. Old man Liu muttered to himself, exerting force under his feet, and the tricycle went away along the village road.

Gao Jin's footsteps did not stop, and he trotted all the way. Suddenly, the phone rings in my pocket. He slowed down, pulled out his phone, glanced at it but didn't answer. Just holding the phone in his hand, he ran wildly again. After a while, the phone stopped. He had also come to the arched iron gate of the "White Cloud Shooting Club".

A security guard in the security room saw through the window and immediately opened the small door next to him to let him in. Gao Jin just said hello in a hurry, and then ran to the office.

This Baiyun Shooting Club, located 20 kilometers away from the western suburbs of Lingjiang City, covers an area of more than 40 acres, and is a membership-based club that provides firearms shooting practice for military enthusiasts.

It is divided into six large areas, such as indoor, outdoor, and wild, and the venue has complete props and facilities. However, due to the involvement of live ammunition firearms, it is a membership system and is not open to the public.

The owner of the club, surnamed Yu, is in his forties this year. He himself is a military enthusiast and is obsessed with live ammunition. I heard that I was a soldier when I was young, and I touched a gun in the army for a few years, and since then I have been addicted to it and have never forgotten it. After retiring, he got rich in business and made a lot of money. When people reached middle age, they suddenly rose up and invested heavily to build such a shooting club.

He only likes what he likes, and doesn't care how much he spends, so all of them demand excellence. Needless to say, the equipment is advanced, and the level of coaches invited is also the top in the industry. It is said that one is a sharpshooter who has been transferred from the army, and the other is a retired world shooting champion.

Nowadays, not only Lingjiang City, but also several amateur shooting teams from nearby cities train here. Even the provincial professional teams have made an appointment to come here for the competition.

However, in the past month, the most received is a local amateur shooting team that is stepping up training in order to participate in international practical shooting competitions, and the newly established Tianlong shooting team.

This international practical shooting competition, abbreviated as "IPSC", is a kind of live-fire competition. The guns and bullets used are all real guns, which are far more exciting than air guns. It has long been a popular sport abroad, and there are many fans in China now. Next week there will be a tournament abroad, which attracts a lot of good players to sign up because of the big prize money.

Today is the last day of the training camp of the Tianlong Shooting Team, and last night the boss had already explained to a group of employees, asking to come over as soon as possible to arrange the equipment layout venue.

"Tianlong's Leader Zhang is my comrade-in-arms, and when the time comes, they will be famous overseas, and there will be half of you in the military merit medal!" When the boss said this, he always acted heroic.

Gao Jin saw that the mobile phone showed 9:35, and he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive, and hurriedly came to the office, but saw that the door was closed and there was no one. I think I've already started to go to the venue to get busy. He walked in a bit of a hurry, and now he was covered in sweat, and he didn't care about resting, so he walked towards the end of the east corridor.

At this time, a fat young man came out of the corner of the corridor, with a fat head and big ears dyed with golden hair, and carried a suitcase in each hand. As soon as he looked up and saw Gao Jin, he immediately shouted: "I said, you kid, what time is it now?" ”

Gao Jin crossed his waist, panting, and asked, "Xiao Ding, is Lao Yu here?" He just called me and I didn't answer. ”

"No, he just called me, saying that he was stuck in a traffic jam and wouldn't be able to come for a while. Hey, take it. The fat man Xiaoding stuffed the two boxes in his hand to Gao Jin, clapped his hands, and said, "Tianlong, they are in Area A, come over quickly." ”

"Hey, why are your eyes dark?" Gao Jin looked quite tired when he saw Xiao Ding's pair of panda-like dark circles, and asked, "Playing all-night games again?" ”

Xiao Ding yawned and said angrily: "You passed by the commercial street just now, did you see someone demonstrating and protesting?" ”

"yes. Good guys, it's really crowded, and the roads are blocked. Gao Jin said truthfully.

"Fuck, this is a goddamn game paradise that only cares about making money, and doesn't want to spend money to hire some masters. Last night, the game world was hacked, and the whole game was deleted. ”

"What? Removed? Is that which one you're playing? Gao Jin asked.

Nowadays, young people are more interested in online games, and Gao Jin occasionally participates in it, as a pastime when he is bored, but he is not addicted to it. And his colleague Xiao Ding, but a veteran game player, often sleepless all night, only care about games.

Xiao Ding looked bitter and shook his head: "Alas...... Don't mention it. I just spent thousands of dollars on that tuba to equip it, and I thought that if I practiced a few more levels, I would sell it for a profit. Now that I say no, it's gone, and when I think about it, my balls hurt so badly. ”

"I see, isn't it possible to roll back? It's a big deal. Gao Jin comforted.

Xiao Ding gritted his teeth and said: "I heard from friends inside that the servers of Game Paradise have exploded, and there is no number left, and there is no way to roll back." This damn hacker, it's fucking bad. Let me know who it is, I'm going to eat him raw! ”

Gao Jin was speechless, I really don't know how to enlighten this guy who is addicted to games. Seeing that he was like a mourner, he had to shake his head and make a sympathy.

As they spoke, the two came to the door of Area A. This is a live-fire training area, including two parts: indoor moving targets and field combat scenes.

Gao Jin pushed open the iron door and was about to go inside, but Xiao Ding suddenly stopped, stretched out his hand and patted his forehead, and said, "By the way, I still have to go get soundproof earmuffs." You go in first. As he spoke, he turned around and ran.

It turned out that he came out to get bullets and earmuffs before, but when he took two boxes of bullets out, he met Gao Jin, and he forgot to take the earmuffs when he spoke, so he hurriedly went back to get them.

Gao Jin has long been accustomed to Xiao Ding's loss like this. Once Xiao Ding actually called Gao Jin to ask if he had seen his newly bought mobile phone, and said that he didn't know why, but he couldn't find it in a blink of an eye. Gao Jin was stunned for a long time, then came back to his senses and asked him, then what are you using to call now. Later, Xiaoding was laughed at by several colleagues for nearly two months.

The entrance is a long corridor, and on the left is the indoor mobile shooting range. Through the soundproof glass, Gao Jin didn't see anyone inside, so he walked along the corridor and walked directly to the outdoor combat venue further inside.

Pushing open another iron door, sure enough, there were more than a dozen people around the table on the edge of the stands, not knowing what they were doing. Gao Jin approached the table, and it turned out that the three members of the Tianlong Shooting Team were competing to disassemble and assemble the pistol. Others watched from the sidelines and there was a lot of commotion.

At this time, a person at the table waved his hands, and the audience immediately stopped the noise. This ** is forty years old, with a big beard under his nose, and a little fat in his medium stature. It is Zhang Pengfei of the Tianlong Shooting Team, Zhang Leader.

I saw him pick up the timer hanging on his chest with his right hand, and raise his palm with his left hand, and say, "Hands off the table, ready, 1, 2." Then the left hand of the void fell, and said, "Begin!" ”

With an order, the three of them immediately picked up a pile of pistol parts in front of them, which were originally scattered and scattered, and skillfully assembled them. The onlookers held their breath and were silent for a while, only the slight sound of parts colliding.

After a while, a square-faced young man in the middle took the lead in pulling the trigger, and with a "click", it was obvious that he had already loaded. Then another person finished assembling and pulled the trigger. The last man was about to finish, but he panicked, and when he put it into the magazine, his hand shook, and the magazine fell to the ground. He was so annoyed that he had to bend down and pick it up, but he had already lost.