After a brief questioning, the questioning on Zhang Tinglan's father's end was basically over.
After learning that his daughter was being persecuted, his expression became even worse.
He followed Jiang Wan to his daughter, touched the girl's head comfortingly, and then asked her: "Are you in school..."
"Mr. Zhang."
But before the words left his mouth, he was interrupted by Jiang Wan.
The two looked at each other, and Chen Qing instantly understood the other's concerns.
If he said it now, if the other party had something to suspect, it would probably cause a lot of trouble.
"Mr. Zhang, please trust us." She called softly, and with a greeting in her hand, several police officers came to take him away.
It's not far away, but it's also a position where you can't hear the conversation clearly.
"Why is her father here?" Jiang Wan glanced at her colleagues next to her, quite curious.
"Mr. Zhang came here very early in the morning. He refused to leave no matter what, and because of his emotions... we had no reason to restrict him."
Jiang Wan frowned: "Aren't you worried that he will be affected?"
The police officers looked at each other and were speechless.
"What about you? How are you?" She turned her head and her gaze rested on Zhang Tinglan for a moment. Looking at the girl's thin appearance, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed: "Is the food in the police station not to your liking? Do you want it?" Don’t ask me to buy you some more.”
Zhang Tinglan shook her head in panic when she heard this. She looked at Chen Qing, then at Jiang Wan, and finally said: "I can't eat it."
"Worried?"
"some."
She turned her head and glanced at Chen Qing: "Go and buy some snacks?"
"No... no need, this is a bit too troublesome."
She shook her head, and then glanced at the boy beside her. She wanted to, but what she wanted more was the boy's initiative.
Even if it's just after someone else's suggestion, even if it's a simple agreement.
But after waiting for a while, she still didn't hear Chen Qing's voice.
Then, in a period of silence, Jiang Wan left with Chen Qing, and Zhang Tinglan also finished her dinner, leaving a lot of food left on the table.
…
After arriving at Jiang Hongyun's office, the two people who walked in saw Jiang Hongyun eating rice.
He didn't eat very quickly, which was unusual for a veteran police officer.
He looked at the two people walking in from the door, his eyes slightly stunned: "I thought you wouldn't come today."
"It's not that late." Jiang Wan shrugged her shoulders, walked over to him and sat down directly.
Then Jiang Hongyun moved his eyes to Chen Qing and looked at him with obvious worry in his eyes: "Is your health okay? You were..." yesterday.
"It's okay." He waved his hand and heard Jiang Wan interrupt the conversation between the two.
"Are the weapons you prepared for me ready?"
"At the training ground." He swallowed the last bite of food in his mouth, put his chopsticks on the table, stood up, picked up his phone, opened a few files and handed them to Jiang Wan.
"Currently, I have applied for three weapons, a pistol and a micro-ram. The rifle was not considered because it is too big, and..." Jiang Hongyun hesitated for a while, and seemed a little hesitant: "The control of the rifle is much stronger, relatively speaking. The gain outweighs the loss and I didn’t apply for you.”
Jiang Wan nodded and then asked, "Do you want another handful?"
"The international universal signal BWM is equipped with 21 rounds of bullets for you. The shells need to be recovered."
When she heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up.
It wasn't until half an hour later that the three of them had dinner and went to the shooting training range.
"For the pistol, as you said before, I specially asked someone to apply for a batch of sonic bullets, which are more lethal and have a faster discharge speed. When paired with a semi-automatic special Glock, it can achieve fire suppression within 35 meters."
Jiang Wan listened to the other party's words and picked up the pistol from the table in front of her.
That weight is huge, about 1.5 times the weight of the previous pistol. In this era where lightweight and portable pistols are the most sought after, the weight of this pistol can be said to be exaggerated.
She raised the gun and took aim, focusing her eyes on the crosshair above the pistol, when Chen Qing suddenly called out to her: "Try not to aim."
"Don't aim, just shoot." He repeated, pointing to his chest, where Bu Zhaozhao's necklace was. He meant non-relics.
Jiang Wan looked at it, her heart skipped a beat, and she understood what he meant. She calmed down, and after closing her eyes, the world in front of her disappeared.
Instead, there are a few light points in the fog, and those light points point to somewhere, maybe far away, maybe very close.
She couldn't feel the distance, but she could feel that it was her direction. Her heart moved, she let go of her left hand, and then took out a sharp blade from her waist.
The knife was her trophy, the weapon she got from that man.
She weighed it twice with her left hand and threw it to her side.
The dagger was spinning and spinning in the air, and just when it was about to fall to his feet, Jiang Hongyun was about to wonder what Jiang Wan was going to do.
It stopped, it stopped at Jiang Wan's feet, and stopped at the moment when it was about to fall to the ground.
It floated leisurely, like a shuttle ship. It cut through the air around Jiang Wan, and kept circling around her body in the direction pointed by her fingertips.
"You...you!" Jiang Hongyun's eyes widened and he pointed in Jiang Wan's direction, trembling.
He looked at his niece, hesitant at first, then turned into joy and curiosity.
"Damn it! What the hell are you doing! Give it to uncle to play with!"
But when Jiang Wan heard this, she didn't even look back. She looked ahead, wagging her index finger with her left hand, and pulling the trigger with her right hand.
A gunfire rang out, causing the shuttle blade to tremble in the air. As her fingertips became stiff, the flying knife also stopped.
She opened her eyes and looked forward. The landing point was off, but the overall position did not change.
"It's a little crooked." She was a little dissatisfied.
"But this is the first time, it's not too far off." Chen Qingle smiled and stepped forward. He stretched out his hand and took down the flying knife from mid-air.
"A little off, and it's the same as missing." She took a deep breath, and her gaze stopped in front of her. She held the gun in both hands, focusing on the target in front of her. Then there were three shots, and three wisps of smoke floated out in response. , and the three bullets landed on the same point on the target.
"Huh?" Behind her, Jiang Hongyun said, "Why did you hit so accurately all of a sudden?"
He took two steps forward, bent down and looked at Jiang Wan curiously.
"Am I always so accurate?!"
"No! Didn't you hurt your hand? I think your first shot was quite crooked."
There was surprise in his voice. He tilted his head and looked at the sharp blade Chen Qing was playing with, feeling particularly curious.
Chen Qing followed his gaze, smiled, and handed the knife to his hand.
But when Jiang Wan heard this, she turned around and rolled her eyes at him: "I just didn't open my eyes, okay?"
She raised the gun, her arm level with her body, at a 180-degree position, and fired two "bang bang" shots.
As the gunfire subsided, she turned her head and smiled.
The two shots landed exactly on the bull's-eye.
"You...how did you..." Seeing this scene, Jiang Hongyun's eyes widened: "How did you do it?"
"It's very simple. First this, then this, then that, and then you close your eyes."
After she finished speaking, she really faced Jiang Hongyun and closed her eyes.
"Then pull the trigger."
With a roar of "bang", the bullet fell into the red heart.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Hongyun was dumbfounded.
It's one thing to hit accurately, but it's another level to not aim properly... that's another level.
"Then... what about your knife?" He weighed the sharp blade in his hand, but he still couldn't lift it like Jiang Wan did.
"Knife?" Jiang Wan smiled, and with a slight movement of her finger, the tip of the knife flew into the air in the direction pointed by her finger.
Powerful, but not huge. It flies very slowly, and even a child can easily catch it.
"You...how did you do that..." Jiang Hongyun reached out and grabbed the blade, and was puzzled. His eyes widened and he stared hard at the knife. He picked at it with his thumb and rubbed it with his index finger. He struggled for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out.
"Anyway... I can't explain it in one sentence or another." Jiang Wan waved her hand, a little disgusted: "Let's talk about the sniper rifle."
He reluctantly put down the knife in his hand, stepped forward, and picked up the sniper rifle placed in front of him.
This gun was so big that when it stood up, it almost caught up with Jiang Wan's height.
An annealer is installed on the gun head, and a silencer is placed next to it.
If it were equipped with a silencer, it would probably be the same height as Jiang Wan.
He picked up the gun, moved his shoulder blades, put his shoulders against the butt of the gun, and stood with his feet in a T shape. Then, his index finger pressed down little by little, and the curved black iron The erotic trigger is getting closer to his bottom line.
Immediately afterwards, a blue-red flame suddenly appeared.
It is so beautiful, that deep blue, long flame, acting as the crystallization of mankind's highest wisdom and representing the maximum firepower of a single soldier that human technology can achieve.
It appeared in front of the three people.
They had no time to judge whether the sound of gunfire, which could not be blocked by the sound-isolating earmuffs, or the roar of bullets hitting the ground came first.
The reason in their minds kept saying: The target more than 1,400 meters away should be slower, and the gunshot should be slower.
But in my ears, I couldn't hear any sound from behind or behind.
"Supersonic?"
Chen Qing took off his headphones and looked up at the screen showing the target. A huge bullet wound appeared there.
Behind the soil bag, I drilled in about twenty or thirty centimeters.
"Oh, how can there be a sniper rifle that does not have supersonic speed!" Jiang Hongyun screamed strangely, but his shoulders moved back and forth unconsciously.
The recoil was too great, this should have been done while lying on the ground. My shoulder hurt from the beating, but I have to say, this kind of soreness is really refreshing.
"Chen! Look at this bullet! Is it enough to kill them!!"
