The firearms instructor had been staring at Li Bai all the time, and when he saw his skillful tinkering pistol, he almost took it apart and checked it, and asked curiously: "No. 666, you used to be a soldier?"

"I haven't been there, the old man has a gun, and he doesn't play less!"

Li Bai began to grasp the Type 92 semi-automatic pistol that had become slightly hot after many shots.

The target distance in front is 30 meters.

A pistol is not a rifle, and although it can reach an effective range of 50 meters, the target is placed at a distance of 30 meters to make it easier to hit the target.

This is not the Olympics, nor is it a life-and-death duel, the shooting course is mainly to see if there are any good seedlings missed, after all, good marksmanship is practiced with bullets, and only a few dozen bullets are not enough to practice any decent marksmanship.

"What kind of soldier is your father?"

The firearms instructor looked at Li Bai's movements, not like an ordinary soldier's child.

The military is very strict about the management of firearms, and it is difficult for even the children of soldiers to have the opportunity to touch guns.

"Cook, Director!, well, the leader of the special brigade!"

Li Bai tugged and clicked on his load.

It's just that the safety is not opened, and the trigger still can't be hooked.

"The secretary of the special brigade?

The firearms instructor gave a thumbs up.

b（￣▽￣）d

People outside are not clear that the military superiors like to temporarily inspect the cooking class, and often think that the cooking class is the short board of an army, and the extent to which the shortcomings can be reached, and the extent to which serious soldiers can be, is simple and clear.

Therefore, when the special forces shouted on the training ground to bring down the two hundred pounds of men, the cooks behind the kitchen let go of the three or four hundred pounds of fat pigs without saying a word, and then saw red with a knife.

Pigs, servants!

Dare to see red with a bayonet, it's not a thing at all!

"Later, I changed jobs! I was assigned to a small county town in the northwest to be the director of public security!"

Li Bai misses the days of joining the army with the old man, the house is all owned by the government, there is the old man, the secretary general, and he eats with the canteen of the brigade headquarters for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and it is not bad, the kitchen at home is used to boil water, and there is no chance to start a gang.

The salary paid is the number on the bank card, which is increasing every month, and I don't even bother to look at it.

Later, the special brigade was abolished, and the old man had a hot temper and had no connections, so it was a matter of course that he was sent to a local place by being transferred to another job.

However, the fact that he can have such a high starting point by directly parachuting into the public security bureau is also due to the old man's business skills.

Replaced by other people, although they don't become a small police officer or something, they all start from idle jobs.

After all, a radish and a pit, how can there be so many good positions and people, even if it is the director of a remote small county, he is also a big man sitting on the side of the town, I don't know how many people will break their heads for this.

Although he was transferred from the army, in Li Bai's opinion, the old man's life in the small county town in the northwest was more like a fish in water, and he was very happy.

The key is to be happy! As for where, it doesn't matter!

"Public Security Bureau, that's good!"

The firearms coach didn't expect Li Bai to be a second-generation official in the Ya Nei, a serious official.

At this time, someone shouted.

"Target ready!"

"Shoot at the slot!

In addition to the firearms instructors, there are two auxiliary instructors on the range.

Phew!

Ping-pong gunshots rang out one after another.

Thumb picked the safe, Li Bai hooked the trigger, the gun body shook fiercely, and a 9 mm caliber warhead roared out.

The firearms instructor nodded, worthy of a soldier's child, not only the posture is standard, but the muzzle is quite stable.

The Type 9 pistol, which was used for shooting training, had a magazine of exactly ten rounds.

Fifty rounds were five magazines, and the first round of ten rounds was quickly emptied, and the dense gunfire quickly subsided.

"Stop shooting, remove the magazine, clear the chamber, put the gun on the table. ”

Two assistant instructors supervised the trainees to put the pistols back in place after shooting and separated the guns.

The target is approached by an automatic track to the shooting position, and one auxiliary coach sings the target and the other assists record the results of the first round of shooting with a clipboard.

"No. 181, all on target, 63 rings!"

"No. 182, all on target, 53 rings!"

"No. 183, 9 shots on target, 57 rings!"

"No. 184, all on target, 45 rings!"

......

The recoil of the 9mm caliber Type 92 pistol is a bit large, and some female trainees have not had time to adapt to it, so that they have missed the target, but in the end it is not ordinary people, and the second shot has found a feeling.

The 30-meter distance has a high target rate, and as long as you have practiced, you can basically play decently.

"No. 188, all on target, 71 rings!"

"Number 666, uh, all off target, zero ring!"

Poof! The gun instructor, who was drinking water to quench his thirst, sprayed all the water on the grass of the shooting range, and he and the other students looked over with disbelief on their faces.

The preparation before shooting is very skillful, the posture of holding the gun is very standard, and the shooting posture is also very stable, how can you miss a bullet?

Especially the 30-meter target, you have to touch it when you step on the shit, right?

Dropping the sports kettle, the firearms instructor took three steps and two steps to grab Li Bai's shooting position, intending to verify it in person.

However, I saw that on the brand-new 900-gram white card target paper, there was not a single bullet hole in the clean line, and it could be reused.

What a hell of a life!

The gunsmith looked confused, there must be something wrong.

Li Bai shrugged his shoulders, not surprised.

Is there something wrong with the gun?

The firearms instructor began to inspect the Type 92 pistol, and even disassembled it directly, the barrel, the reentry spring, and the cover door...... Take a closer look at them one by one.

Although this gun is not brand new, it is also a new look, after so many shots, the rifling is still intact, and it will not affect the shooting accuracy, but will become more stable because of the run-in.

"No problem?"

The gunsmith kept his hands on it, quickly reassembling it, and loaded it with a click.

He shouted: "30 meters on target!"

The assistant instructor controlled the range equipment, so that the target close to the shooting position was farther and farther away, and soon set a distance of 30 meters.

Bang!

The firearms instructor pulled the trigger, followed by three more clicks.

Woohoo!

"Pull the target over again. ”

The components are inspected first, and then the live-fire verification is carried out.

The four bullet holes gathered in the inner ring of the eight rings indicate that there is nothing wrong with this gun.

"What's going on?"

There is no problem with the gun, that is the problem of people, the firearms instructor looked at Li Bai suspiciously.

"Anyway, that's it, I can't help it!"

╮（﹀_﹀）╭

Li Bai couldn't explain why he always missed the target mysteriously, and the reason was probably only known to God.

From the first time I touched the gun, except for almost not breaking myself, only occasionally a blind cat hit a mouse like a mouse or two shots on target, and most of the bullets didn't know where to fly.

For this innate rotten marksmanship, no, worse than bad marksmanship, there is no marksmanship at all, the old man is completely desperate, let's not trouble the army.

If it weren't for this reason, he would have waved his armed belt and kicked his little cub into the army to eat rations.

Therefore, Li Bai was able to go to school with peace of mind to study for a master's degree and become a doctor to treat all kinds of dissatisfaction.

"Try again!"

The firearms instructor stuffed the Type 92 pistol into Li Bai's hand again, and then asked the other students to continue.

After the ping-pong shooting, the four bullet holes of the coach were still on the target paper, and Li Bai still couldn't add another one.

"Go on!"

The firearms instructor closes the target to a distance of 20 meters.

A box of ten bullets missed, and his eyes widened before he found a small gap on the edge of the target paper that seemed to have been gnawed by a baby silkworm.

"Again!

The firearms instructor refused to believe in this evil, he wanted to see where the lower limit of Li Bai's marksmanship was.

Pull the target closer to 10 meters, bring a 5.8 mm caliber Type 92 and replace the 9 mm caliber Type 92.

The 9mm caliber is usually used for training or police use, and the 5.8mm caliber is a serious military pistol, which is better in quality and accuracy.

Li Bai fulfilled the coach's wish, loaded his load, and aimed at the target paper 10 meters away.

呯呯呯呯...... Dump all the bullets in one go.

As the target paper approached the firing position, the firearms instructor swept his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, which was not too bad.

Most of the bullets still missed the target, and their whereabouts were unknown, but there was a bullet hole near the 1st ring, and if it was moved two inches out, it would still be a missive life.

"How's it going, coach?"

Li Bai returned the empty pistol and said that he had done his best.

The firearms instructor, who had been staring at the target paper for a long time without saying a word, suddenly came back to his senses, coughed dryly, and said, "It's okay, it's okay!"

Even a toy gun can hit a 10-meter target, right?

There is only one shot on target, and it is still 1 ring outside, so it can only be regarded as barely on target.

As for the grades, the nephew hits the lantern - according to the uncle (as usual), zero ring!

"Put it at 5 meters, and I can hit one more shot!"

Li Bai said that he was going to touch the gun, and he planned to finish all his quota of fifty bullets.

"Don't, don't, you rest for a while, anyway, you don't count your grades, go to the shade to drink saliva, blow the cool breeze, just take a look. ”

The firearms coach didn't want to see such a spicy-eyed target paper again, so he hurriedly drove Li Bai out of the shooting range.

Such marksmanship is simply an insult to the existence of the gun, so let's pull it down!

Li Bai was also very helpless, the old man's marksmanship was not bad, and he pointed to where to shoot, but he couldn't inherit it at all.

Firearms or something, sure enough, missiles, bombs and artillery shells are closest to him.

You don't have to pay attention to a few rings, a big explosion is forced to go down, and there is not even any scum left, and the idea is instantaneous.

I'm afraid that the people of the Security Bureau never thought that the big devil Li who had passed all the way would actually shoot this jam.

At such a close distance, the bullet still refuses to hit the target, which is really incredible.

Fortunately, he is not a newcomer to the Security Bureau, otherwise this alone would have been enough to get him out.

According to the above requirements, this supernumerary officer only needs to go through the subjects entrusted to be trained once, and he does not need to be too entangled in the operation of firearms.

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