Death cross, this is a new word for Tong Lan, he looked at He Zifeng in a daze, and finally shook his head. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Blind you sharpshooter." He Zifeng shook his head angrily, and then stretched out his hand: "Bullet!" ”

Tong Lan took out a bullet from his pocket and stuffed it into He Zifeng's hand, and asked him, "What do you want bullets for?" ”

He Zifeng's eyes burst out: "Is Nong's brain watt?" Bullets on the body? ”

"Get used to it." Tong Lan responded as a matter of course, and he asked He Zifeng: "Do you want to say it?" You don't say I'm going to sleep. ”

He Zifeng was helpless, he felt strange, it was still early, why did he go to sleep, Tong Lan glared at him: "You squat for a day and try?" Besides, if I don't go to bed early, who will run the hall tomorrow? ”

"You're the least valuable gunman I've ever seen." He Zifeng spread his hands again: "Is there a file?" ”

Tong Lan seemed to take out a file and put it in He Zifeng's hand, and the smooth action made He Zifeng wonder if he was using a file as a dagger.

The two sat around the table, He Zifeng carefully put the bullet horizontally, and gently filed it on the bullet with a file: "The Mauser rifle with a rotary pull-and-shoot type, his bullet is smokeless gunpowder, and the smoothbore design makes the initial velocity of the bullet too fast, and after flying out of the effective shooting distance, the bullet is easy to throw away, or produce a large ballistic drift." ”

He Zifeng filed a shallow groove at the warhead, then turned it over and continued to file: "It is impossible for us to modify the design of a classic rifle, so we can only make some small changes to the bullet to make up for this shortcoming." ”

Another groove was formed, He Zifeng picked up the bullet and compared it under the light, and said: "File four grooves at the position of the warhead to form a cross shape, after the bullet is discharged, the cross groove can divert air resistance, which can make the bullet more stable during the flight, and the range will be increased by at least 100 meters!" ”

After saying this, a brand-new bullet appeared in He Zifeng's hand, and the pointed bullet, the four grooves were evenly distributed at the warhead in a cross shape, and Tong Lan's eyes lit up suddenly.

He Zifeng's approach is very scientifically based, which is like a fixed air wing installed at the rear of a car, which can divert the flow and press down the vehicle to keep the vehicle stable when the speed is too fast.

And the same is true of this cross groove, but it is more scientific, the wind wing is just pressed down, and it is like two pairs up and down, no matter how fast you are, he will neither float nor sink, but will only lose its inherent effect under the action of gravity after the speed slows down.

Tong Lan looked at the bullet, he felt that He Zifeng was amazing, and couldn't help but ask him, "How did you come up with this?" ”

"Use your brain." He Zifeng smiled and knocked his head: "A good gunner, in addition to being familiar with his own firearms, should also have a sense of innovation, and make his skills the most professional through small changes." ”

Tong Lan glanced at He Zifeng, who was leaving, and then carefully examined the bullet.

The next few days were very quiet, and He Zifeng commuted to and from work on time every day.

Kiyoo Ono's condition was not very serious, although his jaw was broken, but it was only a broken bone, which did not affect his speech, and he returned to work a few days later, although his face was still bandaged.

Li Mei's potted plant opened, He Zifeng carefully hugged it down, and then sent it to Li Mei's office, and Tong Lan, who had been wandering in the Japanese-occupied area recently, also found that the potted plant was gone, and he knew in his heart that the time to do business had come.

The winter in Shanghai is always so cold, on this day, it ushered in the second snow, Tong Lan squatted on the second floor of the abandoned house, after two days of observation, he felt that the time was ripe, and he basically figured out the rules of Ono Kiyoo's activities.

He Zifeng is also a good gunner, although he is not as good as Tong Lan and Ma Wang Ye in sniping, but this does not prevent him from mastering theory, he probably guessed that Tong Lan was about to do it.

Today's snow is falling wildly, He Zifeng stood at the window, he looked at the whiteness outside, his eyes penetrated straight in, and he clearly found the blood in his bones, and turned his head slightly, that was the direction where Tong Lan was.

Yuya Kato walked in, and he asked He Zifeng, "What are you looking at?" ”

"Look at the snow." He Zifeng turned around and replied: "Today's snow is very heavy, very white, very beautiful, I think this year must be a bumper harvest year, there is an old saying in China, called Ruixue Zhaofeng year." ”

Yuya Kato smiled: "There is always a profound truth in the old Chinese saying, which is why I like China. ”

While the two were talking, a piercing gunshot rang out, He Zifeng and Kato Yuya glanced at each other, and almost at the same time jumped to the window to look out, only to see a person fall to the ground, on the white snow, a touch of bewitching bright red splashed out, He Zifeng remembered Li Mei's pot of plum blossoms, the color was almost identical.

The time went back to more than ten minutes ago.

The telescope in Tong Lan's hand was never taken off his face, the gate of the gendarmerie headquarters, including the courtyard, was shrouded in his field of vision, and at this moment, a car drove in from outside, and then slowly stopped in the parking space of the courtyard, the driver came out, Tong Lan's pupils shrank, he recognized the driver, he picked up Ono Kiyoo to work at the headquarters yesterday.

However, today, this situation has not changed, just after the driver got out of the car and opened the rear door, Kiyoo Ono walked out of it, still wearing the yellow military uniform, still wrapped in gauze.

Tong Lan quickly threw away the telescope in his hand, he quickly picked up the Mauser rifle, picked it up like a cloud, exhaled, aimed, and put it in one step.

But just as he was about to shoot, he hesitated, the snow was too big, the big one was a little obscured from view, he couldn't distinguish Ono Kiyoo's head, the white snow and the white gauze were almost the same color.

"What to do? Did you just give up? ”

Tong Lan gritted his teeth fiercely, and he admitted in his heart that today was not a good weather for sniping, in addition to snow, there was also a whirling crosswind.

Ono Kiyoo said a few words to the driver and began to walk inside, Tong Lan's heart suddenly became nervous, fifteen more steps, Ono Kiyoo was about to enter the safe range, this is not what he wants to see.

But at this moment, an unexpected thing happened, the whirling cross wind suddenly paused, and the snowflakes suddenly changed direction at the moment when the cross wind stopped, as if a mirror full of mist was suddenly wiped by someone's hand.

It is also this handful that makes Ono Kiyo's whole person clearly present in the light of the Mauser in Tong Lan's hand.

He no longer hesitated, and while exhaling softly, the gun in his hand rang out......