"Introduce you to a few nice pistols?"

Looking at Wei Gu Shu, who rubbed his hands and looked like a hamster falling into the granary, the uncle walked over slowly.

"Okay, I'm sorry for you, teacher!"

Wei Jushu did not have the slightest arrogance, and he was worried that he didn't know which gun was good to use, so he hurriedly followed the good and let it aside, so that the uncle could take the weapon from the platform and the weapon wall.

"Call me Coach."

The uncle was obviously very satisfied with Wei Gushu's respectful attitude, and the American uncle lifted his trouser belt a little arrogantly and corrected Wei Gushu.

"Good coach."

"Hmm~ I'll take a look at ....."

The veteran coach, Jonathan, nicknamed Joe, is responsible for designing training and daily equipment and gun maintenance.

What Wei Jushu didn't know was that this training instructor who was affectionately called "Coach Old Qiao" by the students could be said to be a legend. As early as when he was young, he was called a blonde with blue eyes, a straight body, an American sweetheart, a blue police uniform and a sharpshooter with hundreds of shots, I don't know how many American women, old and young, committed nymphomaniac.

Let's put it this way, a legend in the police world, every time a reporter interviews are filmed with his handsome facial features, he has repeatedly established miraculous achievements, and there are even police blockbusters based on him.

It was such a marksmanship master, and the first piece of advice he gave to Wei Jushu was diametrically opposed to his resume.

"Speaking of which, don't rely too much on hot weapons."

Old Joe tugged at the brim of his cap, and his thick beard trembled.

"This thing simply doesn't look good enough in front of real anomalies and anomalous offenders, you value it tactically, but use it as a slingshot-like auxiliary prop."

This is a heartfelt statement, he was known as a legendary policeman back then, and the last case involved a mysterious order, the modus operandi of that order was extremely cruel, and no one in the entire New York police department dared to take over the case, only he stepped forward and surrounded the mansion at the crime scene in the middle of the night.

The result was extremely tragic, and the person who committed the crime was not abnormal, but it was not an ordinary vicious gangster, it was a person.

It's a human, but it's not exactly a human being, it's a rotten person who abuses soul pressure and law to make profit for himself, and when Jonathan finds it with a gun, he has already become abnormal because of the soul pollution of murder.

The half of the palm he threw away was directly cut off by the bone spur that bounced out of the elbow of that thing, and the gun couldn't help him at that moment, but fortunately in misfortune, Jonathan also awakened his own method between life and death at that moment, and let the flames completely burn that "person".

With the ability that ordinary people can't resist, there will be people who will become abnormal people and suppress anomalies, and naturally there will be people who don't want to be controlled and become free and easy scattered people, while some extreme people will release their violence without scruples and cause special crimes.

The latter two, collectively known as the Aliens, may be the enemies you will have to face one day.

Lao Qiao flipped through Wei Gushu's files, selected a few handfuls for him, and chatted with him casually about the bloody past.

"The Stranger ....."

This thing makes people frown when they hear it, and the threat from humans themselves may sometimes be no less than anomalous, because the former will be intellectual, will have its own purpose, will be very cunning, and can also be hidden.

"Firearms can also be useful when suppressing low-level aliens."

Because this was the last exam, it would not be too late in time, so he was not so eager, pulled over two stools, and the two chatted while choosing a gun.

"Oh, you kid is in this year's internship group!"

"Ah, yes...."

"It's still the first place in admission!"

"Juxtaposed with my bedmates, juxtaposed ....."

"Hey! Birdwind special move! ”

"Ahh Yes..."

Wei Gushu was as helpless in front of this American old man as a college student who went home for the New Year.

"And you try this?"

Old Jonathan handed Wei Jushu a delicate black pistol.

"Colt 1903 Pocker Hammerless."

Jonathan is worthy of the New York Stars and Stripes, and the English he speaks is authentic.

Wei Gushu's English is very good, so I know the meaning of the latter paragraph, which stands for compact and portable, and no hammer.

He looked at the pistol in his hand, it was very small and delicate, and it was full of weight, and the design without a hammer made it a perfect one, like a black pebble.

"Designed by the famous firearms designer John Browning and produced by Colt Company, it is a semi-automatic pocket pistol, nicknamed the Continental Hammer, and the public security department has a hand, which is a reliable and good gun."

"Why do the public security have this model?"

"Because it's designed with a built-in hammer."

Old Joe pointed to the rounded back half of the gun.

"The hammer is hidden behind the sleeve, so it can be quickly removed from the pocket and prevent the hammer from getting caught in an emergency."

Wei Gu was particularly surprised, it turned out that there was still this exquisiteness, he made up for the group of people in the Ministry of Public Security, the model was naturally Xuan Qing, thinking that their black suit and black windbreaker did have this demand.

This kind of continuous verification in actual combat, and the final conclusion he came to was particularly interesting to him.

"But I don't have a problem with that, I don't wear formal clothes much."

Wei Jushu looked at the data, and couldn't put it down, and put the horse card in his hand back.

"And the caliber is on the small side, and the firearm is too small for me."

"Then you try this."

Jonathan Sr. picked up a huge pistol and stuffed it into Wei Gushu's hand.

"A classic of classics, a 1911 facelift, a work of Taran Tactics, a 2011 Cmobat Master."

The gun's body is matte black, with cutouts near the head, and the most striking thing is his dark gold barrel.

"This gun is impeccable, the 1911 is a classic of classics, and it is also equipped with a 5,4-inch competition-grade barrel, a dragon scale stamping handle, a double-row feed magazine, and a specially expanded base bracket made of Talan."

While listening to Lao Qiao's introduction, Wei Gushu admired the extremely aggressive black and gold tactical pistol in his hand, whether it was the feel or the color, it captured Wei Gushu's heart at the first moment.

No man would say no to Taran's tactics in 2011!

"Don't worry about the caliber, you can load 22+1 rounds of 9x19mm bullets."

Old Jonathan picked up a more idiosyncratic bullet and handed it to Wei Gushu.

"It can even be upgraded to a more powerful 9mm Major ammunition, the warhead alone weighs 8.1 grams, and the muzzle velocity is 494m per second, no problem, right?"

"Handsome!"

Wei Gushu held this master tactic and was full of confidence.

"Ah, by the way, this thing is a limited custom-made product, the public price is more than 20,000 US dollars, and the actual arrival is about 50,000 yuan."

"How much?"

Twenty thousand, fifty thousand, dollars.

Wei Gu instantly converted it in his mind, and according to six calculations, it was about two or three hundred thousand?!

A van is only tens of thousands?

He was so frightened that he almost didn't hold the precious treasure in his hand.