Without waiting for Wan Li, Wu Fan dressed in a neat police uniform, drove from his home at eight o'clock in the morning, and arrived at the place designated by Zhou Weiguo on time at half past eight - a suburban shooting range.

From a long distance, I saw Zhou Weiguo standing straight at the gate of the shooting range, and a police car was parked next to him. Zhou Weiguo had a cigarette in his mouth, and looking at the few new cigarette butts under his feet, it was obvious that he had been here for a while.

Wu Fan parked the car behind the police car, got out of the car and walked in front of Zhou Weiguo, and saluted, "Report to Team Zhou, police officer Wu Fan reports to you!"

Looking at Wu Fan's neat police uniform, bursting with heroism, Zhou Weiguo nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, don't be so polite." As he spoke, he glanced at the front of the Porsche, "The car is yours?"

"Report, yes. Wu Fan replied very formally.

"You don't need to be so polite, what ears do you have?" Zhou Weiguo waved his hand impatiently, "This is the shooting range of the city bureau, and until next Thursday, we will eat, drink and live here." Turn off your phone and drive in with my car. ”

It may be that they said hello in advance, or they may be very familiar with the people around and here, there are always people who stop to say hello to Zhou Weiguo along the way, and the check-in procedures for the two of them are done quickly. The car stopped in front of a three-story guest house, and when he went upstairs, Wu Fan saw Zhou Weiguo with a big bag of luggage, and immediately walked over to carry it for him, who knew that Zhou Weiguo glared, "This thing Lao Tzu can still carry!"

Wu Fan retracted his hand, he understood that Zhou Weiguo didn't need compassionate care, "You know, I didn't mean that. ”

"Does that matter? The important thing is that I show that I'm old when I give it to you. Zhou Weiguo said, flicked his hand on his back, quickly put his two hands through the strap, straightened up and stood up. Apparently the backpack was heavy, which made him shake his body for a moment, but he quickly controlled his center of gravity and stood firm. Then, he took a step forward with his left foot until he landed steadily, and then his right foot was dragged to the position where his left foot landed, and then he took another step forward with his left foot, and after he landed steadily, his right foot was dragged to the position of his left foot......

Seeing Zhou Weiguo raise his head and stubbornly walk forward, Wu Fan once again sounded the Fu Hongxue in the ancient dragon martial arts novel, and there was an inexplicable feeling in his heart, this kind of emotion is respect, and it is respect for the self-improvement of a proud predecessor.

He followed Zhou Weiguo into the guest house step by step, his stride and frequency were well controlled, and he tried to maintain the same speed as the captain.

"I'm familiar with this shooting range, and I started my police career more than 30 years ago as a gun keeper...... Now, it is a much larger place, with greenery and advanced equipment, and it is no longer as desolate and shabby as it used to be. Blessed are you......"

Wu Fan didn't speak all the way, just followed silently, listened silently, looked at him and looked around, his eyes were full of kindness and affection, Wu Fan's heart said, Team Zhou is only in his fifties, is he really old?

Soon the two went up to the second floor and came to the door of room 228, where Wu Fan stepped forward and opened the door with an electronic key card.

This is a twin standard room, the furniture is light-colored willow wood, the wood grain is coarse, tactful and tortuous, very beautiful.

Wu Fan put his luggage on the bed by the door, Zhou Weiguo walked straight to the bed by the window, sat on the edge of the bed first, put the huge military backpack on the mattress, and then began to take his hand out of the strap.

"Hey, I'm really old, and I'm tired after walking such a close distance. I think that on the battlefield back then, we had to carry more than 100 pounds of equipment across the beacon fire line, and we would walk more than 100 miles of mountain roads, and we would immediately go into battle when we arrived at the destination. At that time, I didn't feel anything, and my whole body was full of strength. ”

Zhou Weiguo turned around and unzipped his bag, and took out boxes of oil-paper wrapped boxes, which were thirty-six boxes, and he separated them according to their sizes and stacked them neatly on the desk.

"Xiao Wu, come here, I'll take the first lesson with you - bullets. While stacking, Zhou Weiguo beckoned to Wu Fan and motioned for him to come over.

Seeing Wu Fan approaching, Zhou Weiguo sat down on the chair in front of the desk, picked up a packet, tore open the oil seal, and opened the lid of the carton, which contained a layer of tin foil. Peel off the tin foil to reveal the neatly stacked pistol bullets inside.

Wu Fan didn't understand, this is a shooting range, and it stands to reason that there is no shortage of bullets, so why does Team Zhou still have to bring bullets by himself?

"This is the bullet of the domestic Type 92 small-caliber police pistol, which is currently used by the vast majority of the Chinese police. 5.8 mm diameter, projectile weight 32.22 grams, with high-impact gunpowder...... This is a Type 92 large-caliber pistol bullet, and the diameter of the bullet adopts the internationally accepted diameter of 7.62 mm...... I'm sure you know all this data, and I found out a few days ago that you were looking it up on your phone and computer. But these data are dead, but the bullets are alive. ”

"Are bullets alive?" Wu Fan looked at the box full of bullets on the seat, with some doubts in his eyes, "According to what you say, guns are also alive and alive." Because the person holding the gun is alive, as long as he pours his emotions into the bullet and the gun, then he has the expectations and thoughts of the person with the gun. ”

"Well said! You have a lot of understanding and know how to handle weapons. Zhou Weiguo picked up a bullet, spread it on the palm of his hand, and stared at the bullet very infatuatedly, Wu Fan could see this person's emotions towards the bullet, "Only the things that pour emotion into it can understand them the fastest, and then use them best." Next week's introductory exam for the class is shooting, and I know you've never touched a gun, let alone shot it. Sun Ju asked me to train you to become a real gunslinger in four days, and there was a lot of pressure on me. ”

"I understand that the cultivation of feelings cannot be established overnight, and sometimes it is necessary to go through the baptism of life and blood. However, if I use a gun roughly, I'm confident that I can get started faster than anyone else. Growing up, I have always learned things like this. ”

Wu Fan reached out and took the bullet from Zhou Weiguo's palm and held it up in front of him.

This is a 7.62mm*25mm pistol bullet, Wu Fan's gaze fell on it, and as his fingers twisted, a real bullet, the model was deeply imprinted in his brain. And he was amazed to find that he could zoom in and out of the model in his mind at will. From this, he can find that the irregular scratches formed by the mechanical equipment on the warhead, and can also find that the connection between the bullet warhead and the cartridge case is not interference fit and zero clearance in the absolute sense. Strictly speaking, because of the non-uniformity of the material, each bullet is different, and if it is subjected to the same impact force, its launch trajectory is definitely different. According to the physics he learned, the accuracy will not be the same if the trajectory is different, but after controlling it within a certain error range, the difference in accuracy will be narrowed to the allowable range.

Thinking of this, Wu Fan suddenly understood why Zhou Weiguo had to introduce bullets to him first. However, he has the special ability of the eye and can detect the structural deviation of the bullet, but Zhou Weiguo is an ordinary person, and they will rely on the familiarity and feeling of the bullet to adjust the deviation of the shot.

Thinking of this, Wu Fan suddenly had a strong confidence in learning to shoot well.

"Thank you! I see. Team Zhou, what should I do next?"

Wu Fan could see that Zhou Weiguo only used bullets to throw bricks and lead jade to make a start, and in just a few days, it was impossible to train a person who had never touched a gun to become a real gunman. But since he brought himself, that is to say that it is still possible, the key is how to do it.

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