If Wu Fan is listed as a seed player in the public security system, Director Kong raised his hands in approval, but he knew that the computer system was not recognized, but if he made amends, maybe it would still work.

"Okay, you can do it. Wu Fan is a good comrade. I watched the most complete live broadcast in the monitoring room, and I was very calm, not disturbed by the surrounding atmosphere at all, and I was very determined. In the end, his somersault was very imposing, especially the loud roar, which roared in my heart, and he roared out the voice of all of us public security officers! This is much stronger than the name of the Xuhui branch bureau who asked for a seed quota from me. Such a talent, staying at the grassroots level for a few days, is enough, and he can return to work in the city bureau. Also, you ask Lao Zhao if there is any application for Xiao Wu to join the party. Please tell Lao Zhao that our older generation can no longer do anything, and the future will be for young people like Wu Fan, and our party is to cultivate young people like Xiao Wu who are young and promising, and have a way to do things. Also, tell Lao Zhao that I will be Xiao Wu's introducer to join the party. In the end, the meal will be exempted, don't affect their game at every turn, and when the assessment of the special training class is over, we will put on a celebration banquet for him. ”

Director Kong spoke slowly and logically, as if the real Wu Fan was a newcomer to their sub-bureau below for training. For such a thing, Commander Li in the car is also an old fox, and he knows everything about this set. If this had happened to him, he wouldn't have thought about it.

While speaking, the four cars of the organizing committee stopped outside the No. 7 shooting range, and at this time, the No. 7 shooting range was already full of people from the inside out. Everyone heard that a super gun god was born today, and the two broke the record of moving targets that had been hanging high for 30 years, and they all came to see the real people with their own eyes. However, at this time, the No. 7 shooting range was already closed, and a platoon of armed police soldiers held the door with guns, and those inside could not come out, and those outside the door could not enter.

The leaders of the organizing committee did not go through the athletes' tunnel, but entered the shooting range from the working passage.

In the shooting range, there was a lot of discussion.

Many people who are not in the public security system are questioning Wu Fan's achievements, and all the players in the public security system are arguing on their own merits, and there are even quarrels between the two sides, and there are dozens of places in the shooting range with red faces and thick necks.

Wu Fan and Qi Nian sat quietly on the sofa in the referee area, watching playfully what was happening below through the huge glass window.

Qi Nian clasped his hands to his chest and leaned comfortably on the back of the sofa, Wu Fan closed his eyes and recuperated, closed his six senses, and was quiet in the middle of the noise.

In this competition, he had a bigger gain than the results, he saw the blurred bullet, and also saw the flight path of the bullet, which is what is called ballistics in academics. Just now, he didn't know what ballistics meant to him, but now he sat here and carefully recalled the whole process of the last shot, except for the certainty that high-speed moving objects could elicit the mysterious gray matter in his body, and in addition, he suddenly noticed that there was a change that had been missed.

When the last shot was fired, the bullet whistling towards the target, his eyes fixed on the peanut-sized bullet, watching it spin rapidly and break through layers of seemingly thin obstacles, constantly moving forward and forward. At that time, when his mind focused on the fast-moving bullet, the mysterious gray in his body actually ran into the circle of his eyes, locked onto the bullet, and when his brain linked the bullet to the distant target target, he saw a scene that he could never believe.

At that time, the bullet trembled slightly, and the tremor was very small, and at that time he was very obsessed with it, constantly thinking about "hitting there" and "hitting there", and did not notice the change in the flight trajectory of the bullet. Now replaying it from his brain, he found that after that flutter, the bullet actually deviated. This deviation is very small, maybe less than a millimeter, but at the muzzle of about one millimeter, fifty meters away, the deviation will become five centimeters from the point of impact, plus the friction of the air and unknown factors, and even more than five centimeters of deviation, the deviation is so large, this is the case that it hits the bull's-eye, and the result of 10.2 rings is obtained. If there is no deviation, doesn't it mean that he can only score five or six rings at most with this shot?

The size of the results, Wu Fan didn't think about it, what he was most concerned about was why the bullet trembled, and why it formed a small arc mutation according to the trajectory correction of his intended target point?

Is it because the power of mind acts on the bullet?

When this question popped out of his mind, Wu Fan's entire body was smart, and he immediately thought about it extendedly.

"Mind is a kind of energy that acts on an object, and when it is large enough, it can change the state of motion of the object. Yes, I only gave the bullet my own mental power at that time, and with this explanation, I can no longer explain why his trajectory changed. ”

The trajectory of a bullet flying 300 meters per second and 50 meters can only be left with an ultra-high frequency camera, but Wu Fan's eyes can be done after the abnormality, so the trajectory of the bullet is recorded. It was because he memorized this trajectory that he discovered the role of mental power. But he didn't know how the mind drove the bullet and how it hit the 10.2 ring so precisely. And his score of each shot is 10.2 rings, surprisingly consistent, without the slightest difference......

Wu Fan kept recalling, constantly discovering his omissions, and suddenly he slapped his thigh, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

"Every time he shoots, he has a virtual idea of the point of impact in his mind, and this idea will form a stream of thoughts condensed on the point of the target position, which happens to be the point of inertia formed in his mind when he fired the first shot, and he remembers looking at the point of impact of the first shot and saying in his heart that as long as the gun and gun are all hit at this point, it is enough to hit the bullet to this position. As a result, a habitual omission of thought was formed in his mind—the point of impact was at the position of the 10.2 ring, which was the point of her first thought. If the second force of mind can control the bullet to change its trajectory, then the first force of mind is to create the attraction of towing the bullet towards the point of impact. Just like the ns pole of a magnet, if it is the s pole at the point of impact, the additional mental force on the bullet is the n pole, as long as it is within the range of the magnetic field, the poles of the opposite sex will produce attraction...... And so the result is that each shot hits the exact same number of rings -- 10.2 rings! Yes, this is the only way to explain it, otherwise it would only be said that there is a hand of God in the underworld, and it is he who has caused this result. ”

As a matter of fact, if Wu Fan knew the principle of missile guidance, he would immediately understand that it is not impossible, and it can be explained completely.

With such gains, Wu Fan really wanted to hit the target again to verify whether his theory was correct. If the inference is correct, it will undoubtedly open a magical door to the use of mental power in his presence.

This door leads not to wealth or love, but to a path full of mystery, and he leads to an unknown and mysterious place, and what is in that place is very curious to him. If he can develop his mental power, he will have more means than ordinary people, and they are means that are invisible to human beings, and he will have as many as he wants. That kind of ability, it's just so useful.

While the two of them were pondering, inside the fence of the shooting area on the first floor of the shooting range, the referee had prepared the most sophisticated inspection instruments, and two rows of tables were set up in front of the instruments.

One row of tables has a sign number 652, and another table has a sign number 1304.

The multi-hearted man looked at the labels on the two rows of tables and quipped: "These two people are really related, 652 times 2 is exactly equal to 1304, and both of them broke the record." ”

As soon as these words came out, a player next to him immediately said: "652 times 3 and so on translate 1956, hurry up and check if the person in number 1956 is also very powerful?"

At this time, a female player sitting on the side took out her mobile phone and pressed it a few times, and said leisurely: "No. 1956 is named Hang Dong, a fourth-year student at East China Police University, and is currently participating in cross-country running, temporarily ranking first, Yu Peng, who opened the second place, is 300 meters away from No. 2808 Customs, and No. 3760 Song Jun is in third place, with a difference of 420 meters from the first. Hang Dong, No. 1 seed player in the Police Academy League and No. 2 seed player in the conference, Yu Peng, No. 2 seed player in the Armed Police Force and No. 3 seed player in the conference, Song Jun, No. 5 seed player in the conference and No. 1 seed player in the public security system. ”

"Wouldn't it!?" The audience around immediately glared at the girl with the mobile phone, only to see the latter's big eyes flash, "No way, that's what the latest information of the organizing committee of the conference shows, don't believe it." Anyway, I reminded you, as long as you encounter a multiple of number 652, you must leave as far as you want, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

"Little sister, what you said is true? These people are all multiples of number 652?"

Sun Xiaohong's face twisted, and he pulled down with a look of believing it or not, who begged you to believe it, which made those people look dazed.

Ma people suddenly saw that Sun Xiaohong also had a number plate attached to his arm, and that number plate was 326, and some people who learned arithmetic well in elementary school suddenly realized that 652 divided by 2 is equal to 326!

"Mom, could it be that this girl is also one of the seed contestants of the conference?" Thinking that Sun Xiaohong found out the information of the organizing committee so quickly, everyone immediately firmly believed that the little beauty in front of her who was not injured hid her extremely powerful skills.

Thinking of this, those people instantly squeezed to the other side, deliberately widening the distance between them and Sun Xiaohong.

This girl is none other than Sun Xiaohong, who has nothing to do. Sun Santai, who was sitting beside her, shook his head helplessly and sighed, and Xu Lan on the other side also puffed out his eyes, and his eyes moved to the fence of the shooting area. After glancing at it, he still turned his head sideways and whispered to Sun Xiaohong: "Xiaohong, what you just told them is true?

"No coincidence is not a book, and any coincidence is a hint from God to people, so only a coincidence can explain a problem. ”

"What's the problem?"

"It shows that they are the protagonists of this conference, and their future will not be simple, understand?"

"And that includes you?"

"Of course! I used to follow you, but from today onwards, you can follow me. ”

"Get out!" Xu Lan really wanted to slap Sun Xiaohong, but in the dark she felt that Sun Xiaohong was too mysterious, especially since she thought that Wu Fan was by no means ordinary from the beginning, if she had a heart, what did she have to do with Wu Fan?

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