After teasing the male protagonist, Song Rui felt refreshed.

I got out of the police station, flagged down a taxi, and went straight to the Hong Kong firearms training ground.

Don't look at the movie, there is only one duel venue over and over again, but it's actually very big.

The architectural style is a bit inclined to a golf course, and the facilities are relatively complete, with five shooting ranges, long guns and short guns can be provided.

The service is good, and the price is naturally very good.

Looking up at the signboard, I pushed the door open and walked in.

The reception staff at the front desk was very enthusiastic, and a beautiful girl with a ponytail and a small suit stepped forward quickly and asked with a professional smile on her face.

"Hello sir, this is the Hong Kong Firearms Training Centre, how can I help you?"

Song Rui nodded, took out his documents and put them on the table.

"I came here for a vacation, and I heard that there is a firearms training ground here, can you play with both hands?"

The reception staff took a closer look at the documents, with a hint of surprise in their eyes, and nodded.

"No problem at all, because your identity is special, we need to verify it, if there is no problem, the firearms training ground, you can use it at will, and you don't need to pay anything.

However, if you need guns and bullets, you will need to pay a fee, so I hope you can check it out. ”

"That's reasonable, I don't have a problem."

Song Rui thought for a moment and took out 2,000 yuan and put it on the table. "Ask someone to help me pick a gun and prepare some bullets. And if I could, I'd like to take a look at the last three years.

I heard that there was a master duel at that time, and the scene was very sensational, so I wanted to learn from it. ”

"Of course, no problem, but you need to apply for video, and the written report is in the archives, and if you need it, I will provide it to you later."

The reception staff accepted 2,000 yuan, found someone and checked Song Rui's identity, and quickly passed.

He handed Song Rui a temporary ID card, and then asked someone to go and get the written report.

"If you finish reading, you can just hand it over to the front desk, the five shooting ranges can be used at will, do you need to choose the guns yourself, or will we find a coach to ration them?"

"Let's find someone to help you pick it out, I don't have much experience with competition firearms."

The reception staff nodded and left, and Song Rui sat on the sofa, looking through the thin records.

This record of no more than ten pages is all the reports of the gun duel over a three-year period.

There is no analysis or explanation in it, it is basically all tables, and most of them are in English.

Fortunately, this is not difficult for Song Rui.

Directly find the table from three years ago and locate the number of Miao Zhishun's games.

Then I found it directly, and the other protagonist is data.

Rick, free fire at the range, 10.25 seconds, 12A.

Miao Zhishun, free shooting at the shooting range, time 10.30 seconds, score 12A.

Oh, that's an amazing achievement.

Closed the report, sent it to the front desk, said to the reception staff, and immediately a coach came over to lead Song Rui into the shooting range.

After selecting a pistol and a bullet, he briefly explained the rules of the game, and the coach didn't care about him.

Song Rui's special status, the reception staff has explained in detail, in the coach's opinion, although this kind of firearms competition is much higher in professionalism, but it is not a problem for the FBI.

What's more, he still has a job that needs to be lucrative, so there is no need to spend it here.

For his departure, Song Rui naturally didn't mind.

In the real world, although he can shoot, he is not a sharpshooter and has no professional training.

However, traveling to this movie world, I got the information I needed, as well as the temporary mental precision.

Song Rui felt as if he had changed someone, exuding a different atmosphere from the inside out.

Whenever I see a gun, I have an urge to pull the trigger, and even want to shoot a bullet into someone else's eyebrows, preferably with a picture of my head exploding.

Every time such a picture flashed in front of him, Song Rui felt that his heartbeat was speeding up, and he was inexplicably a little excited.

Holding a special firearm for the competition in his hand, Song Rui observed carefully.

This is a pistol that is completely different from ordinary pistols, after modification, it is about 21 cm long, and the whole body is silvery-white, and the shape is sharp and angular, which has a different beauty.

Half price is also revamped with a 17-round load.

Brass bullets are hand-polished and feel very good to the touch.

Pressing the bullets into the magazine one by one, sending them into the loading bay, pulling the bolt, and hearing a crisp click.

The night vision scope on it is very precise and can be adjusted back and forth in small increments.

The pull of the bolt is very small, strong and sensitive, and the feel is very good.

He was in the preparation position of the free shooting range, wearing yellow-green goggles, holding a gun in both hands, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the target in the field.

Adjust your posture a little and send a signal.

The target reporter next to him immediately took out the counter and shouted, "Ready, start." ”

As soon as the words fell, Song Rui instantly took out his pistol and pulled the trigger, and suddenly a series of banging sounds came from his ears.

Fixed this position, Song Rui changed the position and shot at the same time, and his movements were smooth and skillful.

This kind of thing, he obviously hadn't tried before, but he always had a strange sense of familiarity.

It's as if the body has memories of using a firearm but not in the mind.

Every time he fired, Song Rui was happy.

When the last shot hit the target's head, the target announcer pressed the timer.

"Song Rui, it took ten minutes and one second. All 12 targets were hit, with a total of 12A. ”

The rules of the shooting range are different.

The head is A, the chest is B, and the limbs are C, and the center of each area is partially black, which represents the position of the face, and the bullet falls in the black area. It means that it is off target and the result is invalid.

So the impact point in each area is very narrow.

The design should not only look at the results of the bullet point, but also look at the shooter's movement and the speed at which the magazine is changed.

After a series of moves, it is definitely not easy to get a 12A score.

Song Rui was also a little surprised, originally he just gave it a try, and he didn't expect anything.

Unexpectedly, from the first shot to the end of the last shot, the whole process was like a cloud of peers, as if the body reacted naturally, and there was no hesitation in my mind at all.

Although the results were a bit exaggerated, the target reporter was only slightly surprised and did not say much.

After all, there is an FBI identity there, and it is very reasonable to be able to score such a result.

"Do you want to change the handle and do it again?"

Song Rui also felt a little unsatisfied and nodded.

The staff enters the venue to change the target, and starts again a few minutes later.

"It took 9.99 seconds and scored 12A."

"It took 9.86 seconds and scored 12a."

"It took 9.81 seconds and scored 12A."

"It took 9.76 seconds, and the score was 12A."

“……”

Song Rui has been firing non-stop for two hours, and his results are steadily rising, and the surprise of the target reporter has gradually calmed down, replaced by undisguised adoring eyes.

Such an achievement has already broken the record of the Firearms Association.

And it seems to be very stable, and there is also room for further improvement.

If this person participates in the next gun king competition, he will win the championship nine times out of ten.

Are Americans so powerful? Or are the so-called FBIs so powerful?

The target reporter was obviously deviated by Song Rui's flying performance.

"Do you need to do it again?"

"No need, let's test the speed of the gun."

The target reporter immediately went to prepare, and quickly pushed the instrument over.

Song Rui posed and fired, and the other side immediately reported the number.

"Shots are fired at 0.04 second intervals."

"Shots are fired 0.03 seconds apart."

"Shots are fired at 0.04 second intervals."

“……”

After a shot, the target reporter took off his headphones and said with some admiration: "Chief Song is really powerful, infinitely approaching 0.03 seconds." If you have time to meet Rick, you can try it out with him, his pistol is a self-modification, competition-grade M1911, the basis has been changed again, the trigger is very light, the bullet is very fast, and the gun is stable at 0.03 seconds.

But his gun was changed too much, it was easy to go off, and although many people liked his gun, they didn't dare to use the gun he changed.

And I've heard that three years ago, Rick injured his hand because of a modified firearm. ”

Speaking of this, he also shook his head, and said with some pity: "I don't know if he can still play such a result after being injured." It would be a pity if a good hand was wasted like this. ”

I played with the gun at the shooting range for a while, bought some more bullets, put it into a miniature carry-on space while people were not paying attention, and then swapped the competition pistol in the space with the firearm in my hand.

I said hello to the staff and calmly walked out of the firearms center.

The reason for changing the gun was that Song Rui found that the version of the modified competition pistol provided by the system was not very handy.

Obviously, in this regard, the system did not put more effort into it, such as getting an axe and the handle of Song Rui's handprint.

In a while, I have to do big things, and of course the tools should be more convenient.

Easily replaced the gun, Song Rui did not have a trace of psychological pressure.

Sitting in a taxi, Song Rui recalled the plot of the movie.

I watched this movie many years ago, and the plot in it has been blurred, but I remember that the main plot is a duel between the two sides, and neither of them died in the end.

As a police officer, Miao Zhishun investigated the case a little crazy, because he had a good brother who was killed by Rick.

And Rick, played by Leslie Cheung, is a murderer who evolved purely because of mental problems.

Although he had been suppressing his urge to kill before, in the end, he couldn't bear it anymore, and the problem erupted.

Song Rui couldn't remember anything else.

But that should be enough.

Passing by the West Kowloon Police Station, there was chaos inside.

A large number of police cars were dispatched and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

"Looks like Azu is dead?"

The policeman with a very fierce face just now, Song Rui has always felt very familiar, and now he remembers that this Azu is the unlucky guy who took a bath at home and was killed by Rick.

It is estimated that Miao Zhishun is going crazy now.

Stopped the taxi, was able to produce a few bills, turned around and walked into the West Kowloon Police Station.

In the morning in the parking lot, there was a commotion, and obviously many people remembered Song Rui's face.

As soon as he walked into the police station, someone stopped him.

Song Rui knew what he meant, but he didn't care, he just briefly asked Miao Zhishun's mobile phone number, turned around and left.

I bought a mobile phone on the street and called a taxi to follow the police team.

At Azu's home, a large number of police officers came in and out to collect evidence.

Miao Zhishun sat on the sofa, his eyes slightly red.

He kept shaking his legs, suppressing his anger and sadness.

A series of images flashed through my mind, and there were many objects of suspicion.

There was even Song Rui's face in it, but then it was left behind.

He had been asking people to keep an eye on Song Rui before, knowing that he had been at the firearms training ground all afternoon.

And since he was on vacation, it was impossible to know where Azu lived, which means that the most suspicious person was still Rick.

The phone rang, and Miao Zhishun turned a deaf ear.

The policeman next to him went over to warn, and he realized that his mobile phone was ringing.

Picking up the phone, he said in a deep voice, "Hey? ”

"Do you want to know who killed Azu?"

Miao Zhishun looked for a while, and said coldly: "Who are you?" ”

The other side chuckled twice: "Why, I just met in the parking lot, and after only a few hours, I was left behind." ”

"It's you, what do you want?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to meet you."

"Not available."

"It seems that a mere Azu is not worth your attention. After so many years of brotherhood, is this really good? Well, I'm a generous person, and for your consideration, I'll add one more piece of intelligence.

I know who the murderer is in the case you have been chasing recently, and I have evidence in my hands, so I don't know if you believe it or not. ”

Miao Zhishun's eyes suddenly turned red.

"Where to meet?"

"It doesn't have to go too far, there is a wasteland on the left corner of the door, there are some cement pipes piled up there, I'm waiting here."

After saying that, the phone was cut off.

Miao Zhishun took out his revolver, filled it with bullets, inserted it back into the holster, and was just about to go out, when he hesitated, went to the cabinet again, and took one of Azu's spare competition pistols in his hand.

He took out the bullets inside, filled two magazines, inserted them into his tactical belt, and then hung the pistol on his waist and strode out.

The police officers present were alert: "Chief Miao? ”

"Leave me alone, do your business, I'll be back in a moment."

Miao Zhishun waved his hand and quickly disappeared in front of everyone.

Several police officers from the Identification Section looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and continued, collecting clues.

When I went out, I turned left and went down a small slope, turned into a small alley, walked for about five minutes, and when I looked to the right, it was indeed a wasteland.

This wasteland is not small, more than 50 meters long and wide, with cement pipes stacked on the left and right sides, and an open area in the middle.

Such a peculiar arrangement, although inconspicuous, gave Miao Zhishun a strange feeling.

Over here...... It's like a dueling arena.