Chapter 92 Shooting Traps

Song Qian's legs were like two springs installed, and he took two steps out of the distance between Ah Jian and them in just a few blinks, and Song Qian's muscles contracted all over his body, and he smashed out with a fierce punch.

"Boom", the entire test hall shook violently, Shang Ajian and Wan'er's faces were pale, and they could see that the difference in strength was too far apart, it was simply one day and one place.

"The speed is 100 meters in 9 seconds, and the strength is 200 kilograms, which is slightly average!"

Ah Jian and Wan'er were stunned, wouldn't they, such terrifying data is only a little average? Not even average?

Seems to know what a few people are thinking, Song Rong smiled and said: "There is nothing strange about this, this is an evaluation after comparing with the data of the old players, which is quite good for a newcomer." ”

Song Rong circled around his nephew twice, almost smiling, and almost wrote the word "satisfied" on his face.

"Well, Qian'er's performance surprised me a little, although the results of the two of you are worse than his, but this test includes many aspects, and there will be a comprehensive score at the end, this comprehensive score is your real strength, so don't be discouraged by the two of you." Hearing Song Rong say this, the two rekindled their confidence and even looked forward to it, hoping to overpower Song Qian in the later games and pull back a game.

For the later tests, Song Rong actually didn't care too much, because strength ultimately depends on speed and strength to support, as long as these two results are good, even if the other aspects are almost now, they will catch up quickly in the future.

However, she did not break it, a good instructor is not only good at tapping potential, but also stimulates fighting spirit!

The content of the second test was shooting, and after hearing this, Wan'er and Ah Jian breathed a sigh of relief, because when Shangguan Yu trained them before, Song Qian's performance was not much better than his own.

As soon as they entered the shooting training ground, Song Qian's mouths were wide open, and they could no longer close them, only to see that the walls were full of all kinds of guns, from the most common pistols to AK47 automatic rifles, to all kinds of sniper rifles, there were thousands of kinds, and they were hung on a long wall, each of which was a real guy, and it could be used directly when taken down.

Of course, these are all exhibits, and if you want to shoot with any gun, you can call up more than ten guns of the same specification in the shooting range warehouse at any time.

The caretaker of the shooting range was a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, who looked good, but whenever his eyes swept over the guns on the wall, he would burst out with a palpitating frenzy, Song Qian carefully sensed it, this guy was definitely a master of the master in terms of using guns.

"I've seen Instructor Rong, why are you here, who are these three?" After the middle-aged man saw Song Rong, a faint trace of joy flashed in his eyes, and he asked lightly.

"They are the three new rookies, and I hope you will worry more about shooting things in the future. You've come to see the shooting instructor! Song Rong immediately introduced Song Qian and the three to the middle-aged man, but did not mention Song Qian's identity, so as not to cause him unnecessary trouble.

"I've seen a shooting instructor!" Three saluted a standard military salute.

Because the members of the night group are all killed by their surnames in the organization, in order to treat them differently, each instructor is distinguished by the category they teach or by the last word of their name.

For example, Song Rong is called Instructor Rong by everyone, and a few members call her the Chief Instructor, because she is the head of all the instructors here, and she is also the instructor among the instructors, and many instructors are taught by her.

"Well, take a break!" The shooting instructor returned the salute and then led everyone to the shooting area.

The firing distance was 100 meters, and the firearm used in the test was the P226, a semi-automatic pistol invented in Switzerland with a single/double action firing caliber of 9×19mm, and the test bullet was 10 rounds.

For ordinary pistols, this distance is very far, but this is the night group, not an ordinary target shooting fun place, the effective range is just a joke, the night group has a very famous slogan is "there is no effective becomes effective, the long range is short-range!" ”。

The first test was Ah Jian, who was very unconvinced after losing to Song Qian in the previous test and decided to return in this one.

With a few gunshots, Ah Kin's results soon came out, eight rings on target, two rings off target, a total of 51 rings.

After seeing this result, Ah Jian's face turned green, and the shooting instructor was smiling on the side, and he didn't comment, these newcomers think very highly of themselves one by one, and it's good to let them suffer a little setback.

Seeing Ah Jian's grades so bad, Wan'er was very happy, and happily picked up the gun, who knew that the results were not much better than Ah Jian, and her face was green, but she didn't expect the shooting here to be so difficult.

Song Rong didn't speak, in fact, there is a name for itself in the closed shooting area, if you don't observe carefully, the bullet is very easy to deviate from the target, and the results of Ah Jian and Wan'er are actually very good.

Song Qian came on the field, he frowned, he knew the level of the two comrades, under normal circumstances, there would be more than this achievement, the only possibility was that there were ghosts in the shooting area.

He didn't dare to keep it, this test was related to his aunt's evaluation of himself, and it was related to the face of the Song family in the night group, in terms of pressure, it was many times bigger than Ah Jian and Wan'er.

Song Qian took a deep breath, his eyes stared at the target in front of him, and he couldn't feel what ghosts were within this hundred meters from a distance, but Song Qian believed in his judgment, and he would be famous.

Song Qian closed his eyes and quickly entered the state of full induction, he felt that there was no abnormality within more than ten meters around, but after twenty or thirty meters ahead, there was a breeze in the shooting area that was fast and slow, intermittent, these winds did not know where they were blowing, and they were not always there, if they were not carefully sensitive, it was really easy to ignore the past.

And Song Qian also keenly observed that the closer to the target area, the greater the impact on the line of sight, ordinary people who do not pay attention may think that the distance is far away, and it is normal to see clearly, but Song Qian feels different, the light there seems to be slightly distorted, affecting the judgment of the bullseye behind.

"Hey, this is too perverted, it even uses air heating." Song Qian was taken aback, the breeze and the slight distortion of the air were simply fatal to the impact of shooting at a distance of 100 meters, and the performance of Ah Jian and Wan'er could actually be described as amazing.

Seeing that Song Qian was slow to shoot, Song Rong and the shooting instructor not only did not worry, but their eyes lit up, and they looked at Song Qian with more and more interest, as if they had seen some rare treasure.

"Instructor Rong, this little guy is good, let it be for me!" The shooting instructor looked at Song Qian like a treasure and whispered to Song Rong.