When the blue birds of prey shuttled out of the cracks in the hills, it was the first time I saw such a landscape in Los Angeles on the weekend, the hills and mountains were covered with yellow grass, and you could see a few trees full of green leaves on the hills, just like the arcs sketched by the painter from the ground one by one, and the afterglow of dusk seemed to be poked by someone who touched the dye, and when the whole sheet was changed, it also penetrated a world, but it was just right to render this time period.

This is the suburb of Los Angeles, in this natural territory without the bustle of Los Angeles, and the road winding out of the hills seems to be a searchlight extending out of the human exploration of the whole world, full of joy in the beautiful scenery.

Ugh.

The raptor stopped on the side of the road, and Chekov turned back and said, "Here we are." ”

"This is where I practice."

Weekend was stunned for a moment, and looked at Chekov suspiciously, he didn't think that this bear was such a sentimental person.

"Let's go."

Chekov was the first to get out of the car, carrying the black canvas bag that had been in the car and had been looking at it countless times over the weekend without paying much attention to it.

This time, the order of the two of them was reversed, in the past, the bear followed the weekend, and Chekov followed wherever he patrolled, but now, Chekov led him to the depths of the hills, walking for nearly half an hour before stopping between several hills with a particularly complex environment.

At this point, the weekend is a little incomprehensible, this is a place of hills, large enough to block the sun hanging in the sky in the distance, small mounds are half a man high, in front and back, left and right except for the whole hill rolling and only the corner of the hill does not know where to peek out of the corner arc.

This is a good place to train, and it's almost the same as spreading a blanket for a picnic.

Touch.

Chekov casually threw the canvas bag in his hand on the ground. The package, which didn't seem to contain much, made a dull sound when it hit the ground. Wait for Chekov to crouch down. Reaching for the time to unzip the canvas bag, he saw a pile of gun parts and nearly half a pack of loose ammunition over the weekend, and for a moment he almost thought that the bear had robbed some of the arms dealers in L.A.

In the next second, Chekov reached out and grabbed the parts of the firearm in the canvas bag, without the slightest suspicion of pretentiousness, as if all the movements in his hands were like an instinctive reaction like eating, and the speed was not very fast but ordinary enough to skillfully assemble the pistol: "Here you go." ”

Click.

When the magazine was pushed up by Chekov, he threw a Glock 22 over. Weekend reached out to catch the pistol flying in the air, and Chekov's voice came to his ears again: "Shoot." ”

He knew that his marksmanship was not good, and he knew that in this strong rectification of Matthew, there would definitely be a group of crane cars in the police force that would be cleaned up by this hard-handed leader, and if he wanted to wear this police uniform, he would have to follow Chekov to complete the training table on the weekend, and this was only the first day that had just begun.

Raising the gun, the weekend held his breath and looked ahead, waiting for his body to enter a stable state before he followed his breath to find the crosshair......

Bang.

A gunshot rang out in the field, and the weekend's gunman retracted his finger that had touched the trigger in a violent shake. When I saw a pinch of dust bounce off my feet, my entire right foot suddenly pulled up. His tempo was noticeably slower than the gunshot, but his movements were as shocking as if his foot was in a quagmire: "F-u-c-k!" ”

"You're crazy!"

Weekend glared and roared, the bullet mark was only ten centimeters away from where his right foot was!

Chekov had an extra gun in his hand, and magically assembled one the moment he aimed it at the bullseye he had set for himself on the weekend, but he never told Weekend that he would shoot it, nor did he tell Weekend that he would assemble a second gun.

"Why didn't you shoot?"

"What's the problem?" "If you don't give me a salute all of a sudden, I-fuck-fuck-I might hit the damn Ten Rings." ”

Chekov, who was squatting there, tilted his head and said very seriously: "No, you must be off target." You have no idea what a gun is, how can you hit the Ten Rings in a stressful environment? ”

"Nonsense."

"Then tell me what a gun is?" Chekov asked.

Gun?

What is it?

The moment this question crept into the weekend's ears, it was like hearing someone ask what a ring is and what a potato is...... But when Chekov said the answer, the weekend, a man with more than ten years of experience as a criminal policeman, was convinced.

"Do you know about guns?" Chekov asked again.

Weekend answer: "Glock 22...... The gun is 282mm long, the barrel length is 188mm, the ammunition capacity is 15 rounds, the rifling is right-handed, and the winding distance is 400mm. ”

Chekov rummaged through his bag for a long time when he said this over the weekend, took out a manual for Glock 22 from a pile of bullets, and pointed to the crumpled paper: "Glock 22 is a brand, and the things you are talking about are the data of this brand, and the combination of these things is a product created by those experts in the arsenal, not a gun." ”

Didn't understand over the weekend.

"For the user, the guy in your hand is not called Glock 22, it is called a gun, it is an extension of attack power, and it is a full gun weight of 634g (excluding bullets) that must be controlled, with Smith Wesson 0.40in bullets, bullet weight 11.55g, muzzle kinetic energy 469J."

The weekend seems to have a bit of a catch.

"Guns, the real meaning is to shoot; When people use guns, the most important thing they should master is accuracy. ”

"Zhou, your current shooting level is less than 50% of the chance of surviving in a shootout, because when you meet a gunman one-on-one and have to use the guy in your hand to arrest the other party, you can't hide under any cover, you have to rush out with a gun and shoot at each other. In this way, if the opponent is better than you, you will only survive if you hit the opponent with the first shot, and the probability of you hitting the opponent is very low; If the other party shoots before you, your subconscious first reaction when you lose cover is not to fight back, but to look at the other person with the expression that you just had been bitten by a rabbit. As if he had just looked at me; Even if the other person shoots slower than you. You may also lose the opportunity under the pressure of 'if you don't hit the opponent, the opponent will fight back at any time'. ”

"There is no limit to the pressure. In the world of shooting, if even 1% of your mind is troubled, then the result of this formula is 100-1=0. Examining the license of the training base is also psychological pressure, and in your current state, when you are facing the need to take off your police uniform if you can't get the license, I think you might as well write a resignation letter yourself. ”

He was silent, his eyebrows raised in shock and anger slowly fell, and those words burrowed into his heart. Tearing apart layer by layer, he caught the coward who had been trying to hide.

Chekov held the gun in his hand, and he held it tightly: "The gun, it's not your guts, Zhou, the gun doesn't let you make sure that the two of you are equipped on the same level when facing criminals, your guts are your self-confidence, you have to be confident that when you lock up criminals, it must be the other party who falls to show your guts, no one is not afraid of death." I know you've killed murderers with your bare hands, but do you remember? It's not in a shootout, it's in hand-to-hand combat. You don't have time to think, and you don't have stress or worry. ”

"It's different with a gun, a gun, it creates a distance between you and the bandits, you have time to think about whether to dodge or shoot, you even have the choice to watch the prisoner run away or rush up and kill him, that's the pressure."

"The guy who taught me to shoot told me that 'if a soldier goes into battle under pressure, he will never come back alive,' but my experience has taught me that if you don't have the absolute confidence to take out your opponent before you go into battle, you can't control the gun at all."

"It's 10,000 times harder to control a bullet than a fist that comes out of your hand, and like our patrols, I never knew that his son had stolen the thirty-two dollars that had been thrown from the supermarket in the precinct, and I was going to rush out and take all the thugs on the street and interrogate them one by one, and you can tell at a glance. That's self-confidence. ”

No one could have imagined that Chekov's theoretical world was as simple and crude as himself, he had no good or evil in his heart, and he did not make the most basic justification for the gun and the user, and his words used the simplest language to explain the whole understanding of a war machine about guns, which was extremely incisive.

"Your problem is not that you can't shoot, it's that you don't know how to shoot at all."

Chekov stood up, reached out and took the weekend's gun, and raised his arm to the position where the gun had just been aimed: "Don't move, look at your hand." ”

Looking at his flat hands on the weekend, he found that his hands actually had a very slight fluctuation when he lifted them flat without holding anything, and then Chekov put the pistol into the gap where his hands were clasped together, and at that time, the floating hands of his hands began to change drastically on the weekend, and the weight of the Glock 22 was only 634 grams, not counting bullets!

At that moment, the weekend completely understood that the muzzle of the gun under the control of the gunman only needs to deviate by one millimeter, causing a bullet to fly thirty meters after it has deviated a lot...... Without self-confidence, this slight error alone can kill a person, and that person is likely to be himself.

"Let's start over, Zhou. Your muscles can't bring you enough self-confidence, and a month can't make you a sharpshooter, and the self-confidence in the moment of life and death is accumulated by muscles that are enough to support control and the ten rings that are played in shooting training again and again, and no genius can escape this boring and tedious process. ”

"Don't worry, according to my training method, I can let you get back the license of the training base in a month, and after half a year, you will dare to chase the bandits with a gun, and for a year, when you insist on training for a whole year and look back at your current self, you can see the gap at a glance."

The weekend turned out that Chekov and Matthew were completely polar, Matthew's political career had made him so advanced that he could sit on the bow of the boat and play with power no matter how rough the wind and waves, while Chekov could show a bloodthirsty desire in the midst of bullets and bullets, because he knew all the rules in this world, but his opponents did not.

Think about it...... It seems that someone has taught him this, but the longer he becomes a policeman, the more completely he forgets it, like a man in his thirties who lives at the bottom of the social ladder and never remembers what the first mathematical formula he learned in junior high school was.

He remembered that when he didn't come to the United States and became a real policeman in China, someone told him these theories in the police academy, but human nature made the weekend forget all about it.

People are too smart, smart once they find that Zhuyu will always look pessimistic, often in the same field of a leader will make most people inert, this inertia is called 'what's the use of hard work, can you be better than whomever in the effort?' ’。 In fact, many of the leading people in the industry have defeated most of these 'smart people' by relying on superior results once, and the 'smart people' who can't see the future development have chosen another path without knowing that they can go further than the 'leader', and the end of the other road is written - failure.

This is the power of fate, your 'lack of self-confidence' gives you the opportunity to withdraw from the competition, and when you have no idea what the final result is, you hand the winner's medal to someone else, and maybe even offer a compliment.

However, everyone is not very clear, in fact, fate has always been in your own hands. (To be continued......)