Chapter 32: The Beauty Sharpshooter
Song Jian went out of Zhou Yumin's house, he was in a good mood, he didn't expect to come here for a meal, not only did he get the audit of Siyuan Company, but also entered the Industrial and Commercial Bureau by the way, and got the shooting training place.
On the way back, Song Jian observed the surrounding situation at any time, and after taking the Myelin Cleansing Pill, Song Jian's sense was enhanced many times, even if there was danger, Song Jian believed that he could deal with it at any time.
But it's been calm.
Song Jian entered the splendid home and returned home.
Charlene was sitting on the couch with a mirror in one hand, watching TV.
Seeing Song Jian coming back, Xia Lin hurriedly ran over and grabbed Song Jian's arm.
"Uncle, uncle, do you still have the black pill yesterday? Can you give me another one? Charlene looked at Song Jian eagerly.
Song Jian shrugged his shoulders and said, "Didn't you say it was a laxative?" Why did you ask me again? Moreover, that thing can't enlarge breasts. β
Xia Lin glared at Song Jian and said, "Okay, I admit that I wronged you." The pill seems to be really good, I found that the blackheads on my nose are gone, hey, uncle, don't be so stingy, just give me another one. Deal...... Big deal, I'll let you touch it. β
Charlene whispered, the cunning in her eyes flashing.
Song Jian pursed his lips and said, "I'm not interested." β
"You bastard! When I was taught martial arts in the morning, whose hand always slapped my ass. Charlene was furious and her self-esteem was hurt.
Song Jian hurriedly turned around and left, and said, "Your movements are not standardized, of course I will beat you." β
"That's not a fight, it's a touch!" Charlene argued.
At this time, the door of the room clicked, Xu Si walked in wearing a black step skirt, and said while changing his shoes: "What are you fighting for?" β
"Cousin! Uncle, he bullied me! Charlene ran to Xu Si with an innocent face.
Song Jian was taken aback, if there was anyone in this world who made Song Jian a little jealous, it must be Xu Si, because Xu Si is not only his nominal fiancΓ©e, but also his benefactor.
"Let's talk about the black pill again, Charlene wants another one, but I don't have it." Song Jian hurriedly explained.
Xu Si let out an "oh", turned around and closed the door, and said, "Song Jian, I was also about to ask you, can your black pills be mass-produced, I think if it is produced, the effect will definitely be much better than a touch of white." β
Song Jian said: "Definitely not, because the cost is too high, and some of the raw materials are not easy to find." β
Xu Si nodded disappointedly, and went upstairs to his room.
Song Jian glared at Xia Lin, who shook her hair proudly.
After dinner, Song Jian returned to his bedroom, he held his breath, stood in the center of the room, and played Wuji Fitness Gong again.
Wuji Fitness Gong looks like a fitness exercise like Tai Chi, but at the same time, Wuji Fitness Gong is a set of techniques that the ancient real people have explored in the competition with the beast!
If you can't kill the enemy with one blow, then you must learn to unload and borrow force, four or two thousand catties. Therefore, Wuji Fitness Gong not only has the action posture of various beasts, which is dangerous and tricky, but at the same time, this exercise is like Taijiquan, which pays attention to the circle and length, and uses strength to fight.
This time, Song Jian practiced Wuji Fitness Gong, and his movements were much brisker, and the meaning of flowing water between the movements was also obvious.
After the drill, Song Jian gathered his stomach and felt a trace of warmth flash in the dantian.
"I actually have a sense of anger." Song Jian was pleasantly surprised in his heart, of course he knew that once he cultivated the true internal qi, then he could instantly burst out ten times his strength. Although the internal qi is not as divine as described in martial arts novels, it can hurt people in the air and thunder on the ground, but the role of internal qi is indeed very huge, Song Jian knows that those famous knights in the Song Dynasty are all able to fly the eaves and walk the wall with the internal qi, and take the head of the general in the army.
"It seems that the effect of the Bone Cleansing Pill is greatly beyond my expectations, although the Bone Forging Pill can make my muscles and bones strong and increase my strength, but it can't condense my internal qi." Song Jian was secretly glad that fortunately he chose the Purifying Pill for the first time in alchemy, although the Purifying Pill could not make himself increase his strength in a short period of time, but he could make his ear power, eyesight, and perception enhance a lot, and now, he has condensed a trace of internal qi.
At the critical moment, this trace of internal qi can be a life-saving straw.
Song Jian went to bed after surfing the Internet and browsing some news.
The next day, Zhou Yumin informed Song Jian to report to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau.
Song Jian took a taxi to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, first busy, took his ID card, signed a series of contracts, signed a confidentiality agreement and a letter of guarantee, and finally officially joined the company.
Of course, now he is only a contract worker, and he cannot be compared with a real member of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, who is a civil servant.
Zhou Yumin threw Song Jian a car key and said with a smile: "Na, did you see it, that black Chevrolet Jingcheng is a car for me in the bureau, and he will be maintained by you in the future." β
Song Jian looked into the garage, smashed it, and said, "Are there any specific rules?" For example, in normal times, can I ...... Doing some personal business? β
"Of course not!" Zhou Yumin immediately said, with a serious face, "Remember, what you do while driving, there is no private matter, it is all official business, remember this, just do it, go ahead." I will let you know in advance when using the car. β
After speaking, Zhou Yumin handed Song Jian a membership card and turned to leave.
Song Jian looked at this membership card, it was the "Red Star Shooting Range Annual Membership VIP Card". On the membership card, a golden five-pointed star shines, and under the five-pointed star, is a beautiful Desert Eagle pistol.
"Hey, it's here. This Zhou Yumin is still official-like when he talks to me. What is not a private matter, only a public matter, and it is not all the same. Song Jian put down his membership card, took the key, drove the Chevrolet Jingcheng for the director, and drove towards the Red Star Shooting Range.
The Red Star Shooting Range is located in Pingjiang District, Gusu City, which is a newly opened shooting range, and the facilities and equipment inside are the best in Jiangnan Province and even Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
Song Jian stopped and entered the shooting range.
Song Jian was received by the staff at the shooting range.
Song Jian showed the membership card to the staff.
This membership card is handled uniformly by the city, and those who hold this membership card are all staff members of various bureaus and ministries in the city.
The shooting range receptionist immediately led Song Jian to a specific area.
The shooting range is huge, and since it is morning, there are not many people at the shooting range.
Walking through the corridor, Song Jian followed the receptionist to a smaller shooting range in the outer room. In front of the shooting range is a row of baffles separated by a personal shooting space, and behind is a grassy field with tracks paved on the grass and a target made of unknown materials in the distance of the track.
"Supervisor No. 3 will teach you the rules and guide you through the design training." The receptionist waved to a staff member in overalls, and after saying goodbye to Song Jian, he left.
The person who came was a young man under thirty years old, wearing short-sleeved overalls, showing his majestic biceps, and from that step and posture, he knew that he was a veteran.
"Hello, I'm your supervisor, next, please listen to me explain the rules of the shooting range." The man saluted Song Jianyi, and then told Song Jian about the rules.
Song Jian also knew that this was something that had to be heard, and while listening patiently, he looked around, and on the shooting range, there were already people doing live-fire training.
"Bang bang!"
A series of six bullets flew out quickly.
Song Jian looked at the bullseye in the distance and was startled, only to see six bullets, each of which was above the red dot in the center. Although Song Jian is a shooting rookie, he also knows what the concept is when he shoots six shots in a row, and each shot hits the bull's-eye.
Perhaps at a distance of twenty-five meters, with a good pistol, there is no difficulty in hitting the bull's-eye with one shot. But firing six shots in a row, each shot hits the bull's-eye, which is very difficult, because the continuous shooting, the recoil of the pistol, the breathing and heartbeat of the shooter, will affect the shooting result. In such a situation, the heart can continuously hit the bull's-eye, which only a marksman can do.
After six gunshots, the third supervisor had finished speaking, squinting at the number of targets and opening his mouth.
Song Jian said: "Comrade, how is this level of shooting compared to you?" β
The No. 3 supervisor glanced at Song Jian and said coldly: "My first shot has a ninety-five percent chance of hitting the bull's-eye, but the next five shots, each shot has a chance of hitting the bull's-eye of about thirty percent, so my chance of hitting the bull's-eye with six consecutive shots is very small, less than one percent." β
Song Jian didn't expect this person to be so honest, he pointed in the direction of the gunshot, and said, "Let's go over there for training." β
The No. 3 supervisor waved his hand and walked in the direction of the gunfire with Song Jian.
After six shots, a woman came out of the cubicle.
"It's a woman, so big breasts," these two thoughts popped up in Song Jian's mind.
The woman walked out as she removed the glasses, armor, and earplugs from her face.
"Huh? Is that the policewoman? Song Jian didn't expect to meet an acquaintance, this woman, it was on the highway, when he was attacked, he met the shy female policeman, Li Mengya.
It's just that Song Jian didn't expect that the shy and shy Li Mengya would shoot so well.
Walking forward, Song Jian waved his hand at Li Mengya and said, "Hey, meet again, do you remember me?" β
Li Mengya looked up at Song Jian, a smile bloomed on her face, "Song Jian, of course I remember, I have been interning in the police station for more than half a year, and you are the first person to praise me for being brave. β
Song Jian laughed, "You were indeed very brave at that time, if it weren't for you, I would have died." Did you find a clue to the killer? β
Li Mengya shook her head ashamedly.
The No. 3 supervisor saw that Song Jian and Li Mengya knew each other, so he stood aside with interest, but he had a pair of eyes, secretly looking at Li Mengya from time to time, Li Mengya, who was wearing a tight-fitting short-sleeved police uniform at the moment, was too tempting, and the size of her chest matched her slightly shy beautiful face, which made people can't help but think of the word "uniform temptation".
Song Jian didn't expect the public security to be able to find clues related to the leopard's head, he pointed to the membership card on his body, and said with a smile: "Are you also assigned by the unit to participate in the shooting competition in a month?" β
Li Mengya nodded, and then looked at Song Jian suspiciously, "Are you too?" However, I remember that you were not a civil servant. β
"Oh, I'm a temporary worker at the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, a full-time driver for the director, and I applied for it today. Hehe. Song Jian showed a row of white teeth.
Li Mengya was stunned for a moment, and then giggled.
Song Jian saw Li Mengya's face, but he secretly frowned.