Wu Fan didn't speak until Zhou Weiguo walked two meters.

Zhou Weiguo stood there straight, seeing Wu Fan slowly packing up his things, and didn't look at him. I know what the other person is aware of.

In this way, the silence between the two lasted for three minutes, and Zhou Weiguo said, "This stinky boy is quite tough!"

Raising his wrist and glancing at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, and the silence was broken first

"Why didn't you speak? Didn't you have a good fight just now?"

"Team Zhou, I was wrong. Wu Fan raised his head and looked at Zhou Weiguo and said in a whisper.

"Are you wrong?" According to Zhou Weiguo's understanding of Wu Fan, he didn't expect that Wu Fan would admit his mistake at all. Killing people is not too much, everyone has admitted that they are wrong, what else can you do with him? In this way, he blocked the words of reprimand that he had prepared a lot of reprimands, which made him a little depressed.

"I was wrong. When I fired the first shot, although I considered the recoil factor, I didn't think about it enough, I didn't understand the words 'it seems to be tight but not tight' you said deeply, and I held the gun too stiffly, so I fired the first shot, and the result was almost off target. ”

"Is this a mistake?" Zhou Weiguo smiled bitterly in his heart, a new gun is the first shot, no one will know how big its recoil is, even the veterans are slowly trying, but they are experienced, and if they fire one or two shots, they will immediately grasp how much strength is appropriate to hold the gun.

This is true for veterans, and it is even more inevitable for newbies. Since this kind of mistake is made by every beginner, he is not the first and will not be the last, so it is not a mistake. Moreover, Zhou Weiguo looked at Wu Fan's target shooting record and found the accurate grip strength value after disabling three shots, which shows that his feeling is very sensitive, and the adjustment is extremely in place, which should be regarded as a very superior result.

"Isn't it a mistake?" Wu Fan looked at Zhou Weiguo.

"Your fault is not here, it's disobedience. Zhou Weiguo snorted, and seeing that the other party was unconscious, he had to point it out bluntly.

"Oh~~" Wu Fan smiled, reached out and touched the back of his head, like a child who made a mistake was directly caught by an adult.

"There's no discipline at all! Forget it, see that your training results today are quite passable, and after dinner, you will be punished for running 30 laps of the playground. If there is a next time, I will just let you go home. The police are a disciplined force, and a police officer who does not follow orders is not qualified to be a police officer. ”

On the way to the No. 8 shooting hall, they had to pass by the training ground, which was 400 meters in a lap and belonged to the international standard track and field. Thirty laps is 12,000 kilometers, which is also 12 kilometers, and for ordinary people, running 3,000 kilometers is very difficult, let alone 12,000 kilometers.

Wu Fan frowned, it's not that he can't run down 12,000 meters, when he was in the mountain city, he had to exceed this distance several times every time he entered the mountain at night, but tonight he wanted to sum up the experience of practicing guns, and he also wanted to find time to set some skills to Zhou Weiguo to correct the shortcomings of not being very stable. Moreover, he also has to find a place to practice nameless qigong, which is a habit he has insisted on for more than ten years, and he must stick to it.

"Yes, Team Zhou!" Wu Fan stood up and saluted very easily, and accepted the punishment.

Zhou Weiguo didn't think too much about this matter, if he had followed his previous temper, he would have scolded his mother a long time ago. In the face of Wu Fan, a genius who uses a gun, he didn't dare to use a rough attitude, he was afraid of arousing Wu Fan's strange temper, the latter didn't care about anything, turned around and left, and he completely lost this genius student.

"Okay, it's past eight o'clock. Today is the first day, and there are many things that I have not learned, and it is more difficult to practice. With today's foundation, it will be much easier to play rapid-fire tomorrow. Let's go, leave the bullets and guns in the shooting gallery, and I'll take you out to dinner. ”

Wu Fan didn't have a gun license yet, so it was impossible for him to take the gun out.

I drove out of the shooting center, didn't go far, and found a small restaurant on the side of the road called "Chuanhong Xiaoqi".

The small restaurant has only six tables, and it is very clean and tidy, and there are seven or eight people sitting at three tables at this time.

Two of the tables were filled with police officers in police uniforms eating, and listening to them, it was easy to guess that they were from the shooting center of the city bureau. There was a couple sitting at the other table, the two ordered a table of dishes, and they didn't move their chopsticks much, and the boy with glasses was very attentive, with a little lost on his face. The girl rarely spoke, and seemed to be indifferent, as if she had some deep hatred with the boy.

Wu Fan guessed that there was a problem between the two, and this meal was very likely to be the breakup meal between the two.

As soon as he entered the door, the waiter and proprietress greeted him very warmly, "Lao Zhou, you are here, sit inside." ”

If you can talk like this, you must be an acquaintance, Wu Fan immediately glanced at the neatly cleaned half-old in front of him, and then at Zhou Weiguo.

I saw that Zhou Weiguo, who was usually indifferent, had a smile on his face at this time, and his eyes were even warmer. He nodded, walked over to an empty table, and sat down. Wu Fan glanced at the proprietress and seemed to be choosing which side to sit on, Zhou Weiguo pointed to the chair opposite him, and Wu Fan sat down with understanding.

"I haven't been here for more than a week, are you okay here?" Zhou Weiguo picked up the menu and pushed it in front of Wu Fan, motioning for him to order.

"It's ok. The proprietress smiled slightly, took out a small notebook, and looked at Wu Wufan, "Lao Zhou likes to order Mao Xuewang, purple ginger eggplant, and steamed pork with black bean sauce." ”

This small restaurant is made of Sichuan cuisine, there are no special, exquisite dishes, and the names of the dishes are very home-cooked. But it looks intimate, and the feeling of sitting here is definitely much more comfortable than sitting in the World Financial Tower and eating Western food.

"I also like Sichuan cuisine, those three dishes add a garlic sprout back to the pot meat, and a tomato egg soup. Four dishes and one soup, how about Team Zhou?" was punished by Zhou Weiguo just now, Wu Fan didn't mean to please him, when he was in the mountain city, he liked to eat meat very much. But the family's income is very low, and they can't sell meat at will. Even the eggs are bought less, and the mother's body has to ensure nutrition, which is the eggs laid by her own chickens. When he arrived in the East China Sea, Shi Guozhi's life at home belonged to a high-level life, the rich would take care of it, and the big fish and meat at home were rarely eaten, and they couldn't be seen on the dining table at all, so Wu Fan couldn't eat meat either. These days in the East China Sea, he runs to the Hunan restaurant on the street during the lunch break, opens a small stove, sometimes makes a white pepper fried bacon, and sometimes Mao's braised pork.

"You also like to eat meat! Haha, very good, very good! The meat dishes made by Chuanhong are delicious, if you think it is delicious, we have eaten here for the past few days. By the way, two more bottles of Shikumen will take twelve years. ”

"Good. ”

Team Zhou and the proprietress here JQ, this is a clear thing, Wu Fan likes to eat meat, and the master's favor is his favor, so there is no reason not to come here to help.

The proprietress is not as beautiful as a fairy, an ordinary person, and she is quite passable. But Zhou Weiguo is not tall, and one leg is still a little disabled.

Wu Fan heard from a colleague that Zhou Weiguo's wife died of a terminal illness ten years ago, his only son was not admitted to university and went to the south to fish for the world, and he was the only one left in the family in Donghai.

The proprietress took the menu and walked away, Zhou Weiguo lit a cigarette, picked up the tea that Wu Fan poured for him, glanced at the back of the proprietress and took a sip of tea, with a circle of tenderness in her eyes.

"Do you smoke?" Zhou Weiguo ran a pack of red double happiness in front of Wu Fan.

Wu Fan shook his head, pushed it back, and said abruptly: "No." ”

"Such a big man can't smoke? How many of you are a police officer who don't smoke? How many of you don't drink? You have to smoke cigarettes sooner or later, and you have to drink alcohol sooner or later. ”

"I'm drunk as soon as I get drunk, and I can't run 12,000 kilometers when I'm drunk, so it's better not to drink. Wu Fan glanced at Zhou Weiguo slyly, and said in his heart that if you force me to drink again, I will pour it as soon as I drink it, and I will lose 12,000 meters.

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