"What? Uncle Zhang, do you think I'll be a sheriff in a few days? Tang Cheng looked surprised, and after a few breaths, Tang Cheng looked at Zhang Jianghe with a strange expression. Uncle Zhang, the joke you said is not funny at all, I know you have some skills, but if you want me to be a police sergeant, you must have a way in the police department, and you, the captain of the operation, are not good in the police department. Tang Cheng put on an expression that it was not that I didn't believe you, but that you didn't deserve my trust, and the angry Zhang Jianghe couldn't help but raise his hand and knock Tang Cheng with a chestnut.

"Stinky boy, your Uncle Zhang helped you wrong, see if I don't knock your kid's head." Zhang Jianghe turned his face and knocked Tang Cheng again, until Tang Cheng covered his head and ran away, Zhang Jianghe could be regarded as giving up. "But what you kid said is right, I, the captain of the operation, are not good at your police department, but this time it was our commissioner who called in person, so you kid will have fun."

Tang Cheng was not very interested in being a police sergeant, but when he heard Zhang Jianghe say that this time it was their director who personally called the police department, Tang Cheng's heart was still a little excited. In fact, the order of the police department came quickly, and Tang Cheng received a notice from the police station before he waited for the next day, but he, the sheriff, did not have any specific jurisdiction, and the only thing to do at present was to cooperate with Zhang Jianghe.

"Uncle Zhang, what do you think I'm a sheriff? The police department didn't give me a specific job at all, just threw me a sergeant's uniform and an old-fashioned shell gun, which was considered a promotion? Tang Cheng complained constantly, but looking at the straight sergeant uniform on his body, it was obvious that Tang Cheng didn't care about being a sheriff, and his complaints were completely aimed at Zhang Jiang and the initiator.

"Okay, I said you kid, don't get cheap and be good." Zhang Jianghe, who was good-natured, didn't knock Tang Cheng and burst chestnuts, but just glared at Tang Cheng with slanted eyes. "You just turned 18 years old this year, and when your father and I were 18 years old, we were just poor students who had just entered Whampoa. Letting you be a sheriff is not to let you get promoted and make a fortune, but so that you can carry a gun with you and carry a gun with you, which is safe and secure. ”

Hearing this, Tang Cheng looked down at the shell gun he was carrying by his side, and when he raised his head again, his face was full of grievances. "Uncle Zhang, look at the gun they gave me, I think it's good to use it to smash walnuts, can this thing defend yourself? With me with me, I was too panicked. Hearing this, Zhang Jianghe motioned for Tang Cheng to take off the gun, and reached out to take the shell gun handed by Tang Cheng, Zhang Jianghe tried to disassemble it, and found that the rifling of the barrel of the shell gun was almost smoothed.

"Look, I'm not wrong, am I? The rifling of this gun is almost smoothed, and the bullets that come out can still be accurate? I could use this gun as a throwing hammer. Tang Cheng saw that it was really as he said, and immediately came to his senses, and whispered in Zhang Jianghe's ear for a while, and then saw that Zhang Jianghe's face was not very good-looking, so he finally shut up.

Zhang Jianghe pondered for a while, took a pen and wrote an address to Tang Cheng, "In the afternoon, when you go to this place, you will say the code words according to what is written on it." That place is an external stronghold of our military intelligence department, there are a lot of good guns, you can take whatever you value, first say good, you get what you pay for, and when the time comes, you will have to pay for the money yourself. ”

As soon as Zhang Jianghe said this, Tang Cheng understood that the address that Zhang Jianghe gave him was a stronghold for the Military Intelligence Department to sell weapons to the outside world. After being in contact with Zhang Jianghe and others for a long time, Tang Cheng had seen most of them have their sidearms, and the barge gun, a weapon that is troublesome to carry and cannot guarantee the accuracy of shooting, is useless within the Military Intelligence Department, whether it is Zhang Jianghe or his ordinary team members, almost all of them are Browning series pistols.

Tang Cheng also envied Zhang Jiang and the Browning pistols they were wearing, but he never imagined that he would be able to wear Browning pistols one day. Accompanied Zhang Jianghe outside the train station for a morning, and after lunch, Tang Cheng, who had changed into civilian clothes, took the address and separated from Zhang Jianghe in a hurry. According to the address, Tang Cheng quickly found this secret stronghold disguised as a grocery store, and the code words on the note on the newspaper showed that Tang Cheng was led into the back hall by the young man.

As Zhang Jianghe said, this grocery store is indeed inside, and Tang Cheng, who was on the code, only exchanged a few words with the shopkeeper of the grocery store, and then was taken down to the cellar in the backyard, and in the cellar, Tang Cheng saw a pistol hanging on the entire wall. Tang Cheng didn't mean to think about it carefully, but just followed the advice of the passer-by and asked for a Browning 1935 pistol with a capacity of 13 rounds.

The Browning 1935 pistol, also known as the GP35, is known as the Browning automatic pistol (BAP) in France, the Browning high-power automatic pistol (BHP) in English-speaking countries, and the P640 (B) pistol in the German army. As early as 1935, China purchased thousands of M1935 pistols from the Belgian FN company, and the Browning 1935 pistol purchased by Tang Cheng at the moment was the genuine licensed goods from Belgium by the Nationalist Government.

Buying the new gun that smelled of gun oil, Tang Cheng was full of joy at the moment, and he finally touched the gun. Moreover, the Browning 1935 pistol should be regarded as the pistol with the largest ammunition capacity among the pistols known to Tang Cheng so far. He finally had a gun, Tang Cheng didn't know who he should go to to share this joy, and after thinking about it, Tang Cheng still went to Zhang Jianghe with a new pistol.

"I said, do you have a long bag in your kid's head?" After getting along with Tang Cheng for a long time, Zhang Jianghe's temper seems to have always been very bad, and this time, seeing Tang Cheng show off his new Browning 1935 pistol, Zhang Jianghe couldn't help but teach Tang Cheng a lesson. "Even if you kid has played with your Lao Tzu's pistol before, then you are still not as good as a recruit, like you, you should get a smaller gun to practice your hands, how can you get such a large-caliber guy as soon as you come up?"

Zhang Jianghe's words almost suffocated Tang Cheng didn't take his back on his breath, and secretly said to himself What kind of pistol I get, does it have anything to do with you? Besides, how do you know I can't use a large-caliber pistol? Tang Cheng's unconvinced little eyes were finally looked at by Zhang Jianghe under the hints of his subordinates, and Zhang Jianghe, who was also angry, simply dragged Tang Cheng to the shooting range of the Military Intelligence Department, and made a bet with Tang Cheng that made others jaw-dropping.

"That's right, that's what I just said, as long as you can get all ten bullets on target. Not only did I lose you the same new gun and 200 rounds of ammunition, but I also got you all of the things you told me last time. But you have to think clearly, if you don't shoot well, and more than half of the 10 bullets don't hit the target, you have to promise me to join the military intelligence department and take over your Lao Tzu's class. ”

Zhang Jianghe's agitation method obviously didn't have much use for Tang Cheng, if it weren't for Zhang Jianghe's bad situation, and finally made a bet that Tang Cheng couldn't refuse, Tang Cheng might have turned around and left. Facing Zhang Jianghe, who was constantly shouting, Tang Cheng suddenly grinned, "Uncle Zhang, you have to think about it, a pistol and 200 rounds of ammunition are nothing to you." But the other things I want, not to mention how much they're worth, take a long time to get hold of. ”

Tang Cheng's sudden smile made Zhang Jianghe feel bad, but he knew that if Tang Cheng was not completely sure, he would never agree to himself. Zhang Jianghe, who was a bit difficult to ride a tiger, sat on wax, but this was the only opportunity to force Tang Cheng to join the Military Intelligence Department, and he didn't want to give up such a good opportunity rashly. After thinking about it, Zhang Jianghe still had to play a gambling match with Tang Cheng, but the entire gambling process was only known to Zhang Jianghe and Tang Cheng.

"Captain, there seems to be something wrong with the situation, Wang Shouyi has been commuting to and from work on time for the past two days, and there is almost no difference from before. He never went to that café again, and I looked, did the other party already notice it? Zhang Jiang and some of his subordinates raised objections, and according to their previous experience and analysis of the enemy, Wang Shouyi, who was closely monitored, looked a little abnormal.

"Brother Tiger, I said that you are idle, let you follow him, you just follow him, wait for the news from Xuzhou to come back, Li Kui and Li Ghost will know at a glance. Morning and evening are the dishes in your mouths, and if you are not in a hurry, you should follow him well, maybe you will suddenly find a new problem. Tang Cheng is always optimistic, but when others are in a hurry, he only cares about wiping his pistol.

Things often have occasional variables, and in the afternoon of the same day, Wang Shouyi was on his way home from work again, and the goods were unfortunately hit by a tram that could not be stopped. "It's okay, it's okay, as long as you're not dead." Tang Cheng, who followed Zhang Jianghe to the hospital, finally breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that Wang Shouyi had not lost his breath, as long as Wang Shouyi had not lost his breath, he could use his new skills to copy a fifteen-second memory of Wang Shouyi, and maybe there would be new discoveries from it.

The unlucky Wang Shouyi did not die, but he broke two ribs and a leg, and when Tang Cheng entered the ward in a white coat, Wang Shouyi had not yet woken up from the anesthesia of the operation. Great, this is the best opportunity to copy the other party's memory, Tang Cheng immediately stepped forward quickly, stretched out his left hand and put it on Wang Shouyi's wrist vein, making a look of judging Wang Shouyi's physical condition according to the pulse situation.