I don't know how Huang Ju taught Li Mingzhu, but early the next morning, I was woken up by a strange phone call. I went downstairs as instructed, and a full-car filmed Poussin picked me up, and halfway through, I was transferred to a business van.

When I arrived at the van, I was alone in the back, and the driver said to me: "Hello, the back is equipped again, you put it on yourself and put on the headgear." ”

I didn't pay attention at first, but I looked at it and there was everything in the car except for the guns. I put on body armor, put on a hood, sat in the car and waited.

When the car reached an open area, I was called down again and then sorted into a car. Before I got in the car, I took a look and there were three of them.

This kind of car is actually a normal off-road vehicle, but with a few small holes in the side and back of the car. The small hole was about the size of a bowl, but it was blocked by something.

I got into the car, and the driver told me, "You can open the hole and put the gun on it." ”

I picked up the gun, got the gun hook down first, and looked at it, and it was full. I tugged on the bolt of the gun, and a bullet popped out. I scolded in my heart: "This is the magazine given by the soil strip, and even the bullets are in the court." ”

Normally, we load the magazine, usually put it there, or put it on insurance. In the event of an emergency, that is, the bullet is put on the court, and then the insurance is applied, and when the time comes, the safety is fired as soon as it is opened.

This guy with a magazine actually got a bullet in the court, and he didn't have insurance. Maybe. As soon as the car swayed, it hit it and fired it, which was too dangerous.

I pressed that bullet into the magazine again. I didn't press it in, and when I looked, Oh, it was full, and this bullet wasn't in the magazine, but it was another one.

Anyone who has ever used a gun knows that it's normal. For example, a pistol, if the magazine can be pressed five rounds, after the gun is full. Can fire six bullets. Because, the chamber of the gun can also be pressed with a bullet. Some people are even more accustomed to it. Without a magazine, pull the bolt yourself and press the bullet in.

So it seems. The one who went to the court was still a master. I just forgot to take out insurance.

I pressed the shuttle again, put the bullet on the hall, and then got off the shuttle, pressed the extra bullet again, and put the insurance on.

I took a look at it, and these small openings were very scientific. If it is pushed outward from the inside of the car, it will be pushed away. But, outside. It may not be able to focus on it, and it will be difficult to open.

I put the gun in the small hole and tried it, but it didn't affect the aiming, and the aiming within 120 degrees of the muzzle should not affect either.

The driver threw me another walkie-talkie and said to me, "You don't have to answer, just listen." ”

I sat in the seat, and there was a seat in the back that was just right to rest, but when I was setting up a gun, I definitely couldn't sit on it. I listened to the walkie-talkie, "Let's go." "Then the three cars started moving forward, and mine was the last one.

In the end, it was a little tiring to see the outside world from a small mouth, and I watched it for a while, and then I sat there stunned. I don't know how long I walked, but the car stopped. After about ten minutes, I heard the intercom calling: "Prepare for the gun." ”

I put the gun on the rack, opened the safe, and looked through the hole, it seemed to be a dock. We don't really have many docks here, and when I think about it, I know that this must be a port for freight transport.

I'm looking at the back. I didn't have anything behind me, it was just like, I was guarding right behind.

Suddenly, the walkie-talkie said, "Be careful, prepare for battle, open the skylight." Then I saw the roof of the car slowly open a hole about the size of a sewer.

I was still there with my gun, and I didn't see any movement. Just listen to the intercom talkie: "Wait for the order to attack, don't act without permission, put the gun on the skylight." ”

I tried it, and I was able to stand up the gun right on the seat. I put my head out of the skylight to see that the design was more rigorous. The circumference of the skylight above is all glass, and when I look at the thickness, it must be bulletproof. When the gun is put on the rack, the bottom of the grab is pressed down, and the gun is stuck in the middle of the bulletproof glass, and if you shoot from the periphery, there is only three or four centimeters of space to shoot in.

I lifted the gun, and the bulletproof glass immediately followed, creating a bulletproof space around it.

I looked at my surroundings with a scope, but I didn't see any movement. I turned my face to see that the snipers in all three cars had their guns mounted. But I know that there must not be no presumptuous people in the walkie-talkie, there should be some hidden people or equipment that have been discovered.

I was fantasizing about what I would do if my SWAT brothers showed up. Should I surrender, or shoot, or how.

Just as I was hesitating, I listened to the intercom below: "The guard is lifted." "I breathed a sigh of relief.

I sat back in my seat, put my gun in the muzzle, and sat down. Although there was no danger just now, I was also scared to sweat.

I've been in the SWAT team for so many years, and I really haven't fought a war, not to mention, I'm still on the gangsters' side.

I don't know when, the driver said to me, "You can get out of the car and go back to your own car." ”

I shot the gun to the safe, put it on the ground, and got out of the car.

I took a look, and there was also one person in each of the other two cars, and there were three of us, each of whom got into a business car, and there was no communication with each other.

I got to the car and took off my hood. When we arrived at a field, the car stopped, and the driver said, "Hello, get out of the car, there will be a car to pick you up." ”

I looked and got out of the car without saying a word. After a while, a Poussin came and asked me, "Are you going to the city, ten dollars?" I looked, thought for a moment, and said, "Let's go." "I got in the car.

The driver sent me to a fork in the center, I got out of the car, and I hit another unit, I think about it, it's really quite thrilling.

Mr. Zhang didn't call me for a week, and I wasn't embarrassed to say anything, maybe, people only let me help, and they didn't plan to give me money, I'm always embarrassed to ask for it.

In the past few days, I didn't dare to practice, for fear that it would affect me and Li Mingzhu at that time. Come to think of it, that's it anyway, and I don't care about the past three or two days.

On Monday, a landline called me and said, "Xiao Wang, Lao Zhang sent you three packages, have you received them?" ”

I asked, "Who are you?" ”

The other side replied, "I'm sorry, I made a mistake." Then hung up.

I didn't pay any attention to it, thinking that maybe I really made a mistake.

In the afternoon, a phone call came and asked, "Hello, is it Wang Yuankun, here are your three packages." I was stunned, and I didn't say I didn't know, but I agreed hesitantly.

I suddenly remembered the phone call in the morning, and I thought about it for a while, it must have been sent to me by Mr. Zhang.

I drove the package back, I picked up the small one and opened it first, it was a purple clay pot and a few cups. I opened the slightly larger one, and it was a chess deck. The biggest one I opened was a sea of tea.

I took the sea of tea and the purple clay pot to the office, and then threw the chess on the inside of the bed.

I thought about it for a while, this tea is there, how can I drink it without tea. I thought about it for a while, of all my friends, only Mr. Zhang has good tea, or Mr. Deng may have a little.

So I called Mr. Deng: "Mr. Deng, do you have any leftover tea over there, give me some, I'll buy a new pot and raise it." ”

Teacher Deng smiled: "You are a pot raiser, and you have to make it clear." ”

I grinned, "I'll do whatever you think you do." ”

Teacher Deng smiled and said, "Then what you mean is that I have to break the bank." ”

I was very direct: "Teacher Deng, where are you, I'll go look for you." ”

"Don't, I'll go find you." Teacher Deng seemed to be very reluctant.

It didn't take long for Mr. Deng to come to my office. I stood up to greet him, and said, "I'm sorry, the hospitality is not good, I really don't have good tea here, and I can't drink the hospitality tea in the unit." ”

Teacher Deng pointed at me: "Okay, Yuan Kun, you have gone a little too far." This is blackmail, that is, extortion, and it is not legal. ”

I smiled again. Teacher Deng sat on the sofa, looked at my purple clay pot, and said to me, "It's not bad, otherwise, I'll help you raise it, don't spend it in your hands." ”

I hurriedly got up, went over and snatched the pot down, and said to Mr. Deng, "If you have tea, you can talk, and if you don't have tea, please feel free." ”

Teacher Deng stood up and walked out, and said in his mouth: "Who is this, or my apprentice, I don't even know the respected teacher." ”

I don't pull him either, I know he won't really go. Who knows, Teacher Deng won't come in when he goes out, I hurriedly went out to see, Teacher Deng seems to be really gone. When I entered the room to get my mobile phone and was about to call Mr. Deng, I accidentally noticed that my purple clay pot was missing on the table.

I quickly opened the lock of my phone, and saw that there was a text message on it: I'll help you raise the pot, go back and get it yourself.

I replied: I don't respect the old. (To be continued......)