His face was solemn, and then he laughed.
Is it enough? Does it mean that the remaining parts can still spell out a person?
If that's the case, that's not enough.
He turned to look at the screen and asked Jiang Hongyun: "Can you show me the effect of attacking biological entities?"
"Strike the entity..." He raised his eyebrows and waved to the policeman beside him: "Help me! Let the chef carry half of the pork!"
He shouted, and in less than three to five minutes, a large head of pork was placed about a thousand meters away.
This distance is the most intuitive position for the strike effect.
"One kilometer further." But Chen Qing hesitated for a while and spoke to the group of staff through the intercom.
"One kilometer? Two kilometers away...it is difficult to hit a moving target." Jiang Hongyun frowned slightly, but he did not object. He picked up the walkie-talkie and arranged for the group of people to continue moving back.
"Moving at a constant speed or... fighting."
"Combat." He shrugged his shoulders: "The killing distance recorded in history is basically at this level.
And since this is an urban environment, even more people will be affected. Neon lights, buildings, drafts. Every interference invisibly reduces shooting accuracy.
The distance of two kilometers... to be honest, it doesn't make much sense as a reference. "
But listening to the other party's answer, Chen Qing still shook his head: "Not for most people...but not necessarily for her."
"Uh..." Jiang Hongyun was a little hard to express.
"Moreover, you can't completely regard extraordinary people as ordinary people. There is no doubt that the lethality of one thousand meters is definitely enough.
But if extraordinary people have the ability to reduce damage, if they have the ability to recover. Thinking about it, it has the effect of doubling the shooting distance.
Give it a try, it's always safe. "
After Chen Qing stretched out his hand and pointed at the flying knife beside Jiang Wan, Jiang Hongyun immediately agreed with him.
He recalled the corpse where he saw Chen Qing last night, and recalled the bullet in Chen Qing's house where the blade had made grooves.
He believed it.
"The targets are in place. You can start preparing to shoot."
At this time, they listened to the words coming from the intercom, and the half of the pork had been placed two kilometers away.
At this distance, it is beyond the reach of the eye.
Jiang Wan came close to Jiang Hongyun, lowered her head, and glanced in the double mirror. The half of the pork was still about the size of a fingertip.
This distance is really far.
"Are you coming?" Seeing his niece's appearance, Jiang Hongyun unloaded the gun, put on the safety, and handed the gun to her: "After so many years of graduation, can you still shoot snipers?"
She pondered for a long time, with some hesitation; after looking away, she kept looking in the approximate direction of the target, and then said: "I'll try. Can you give me the data?"
She was a little worried and a little distrustful of herself. She opened her mouth, and when she was waiting for Jiang Hongyun's answer, Chen Qing interrupted the exchange between the two.
"no."
"Eh?" Jiang Hongyun was a little surprised.
"Fire independently. Fire within three seconds of aiming."
"No! You kid! This is two kilometers!" he retorted.
But when Jiang Wan listened, she looked ahead and said, "Okay."
"Eh? Are you also fooling around?"
She is of extraordinary character, and she also has her own arrogance.
Even before she met Weird, she was also a legend among legends.
God gave her a talent far beyond ordinary people - and she responded with efforts far beyond ordinary people.
She leaned over with the gun in hand and propped the sniper rifle's tripod on the ground. As far as she could see, everything slowed down.
She looked at the target. At first, the crosshair was only aimed at the torso.
'This distance is enough. Even at two thousand meters, a sniper rifle is powerful enough to kill every land creature on earth. '
She looked at the target, and gradually, she moved to the head.
The half-fanned pork head was swaying in the wind, swaying, swaying, just like it did in life.
'So when you shoot long range targets, just choose your body. Because it's not necessary. '
"But what if... what if shooting the body at this distance won't kill you..."
She asked and answered herself, and in her mind were the words her teacher had said to her back then: "Then you should run away. What human being can survive being hit by a sniper rifle?"
"What if? What if the other party takes hostages and I have to shoot from a distance of two thousand meters?"
The teacher was older, and a smile suddenly appeared on his serious face: "Then just practice. When you can hit the target at two thousand meters, you will be able to answer this question. "
…
Four years after that day, the answer to this question has never been written.
But four years later, four years after graduation, she gave a satisfactory answer to this question.
Hold your breath, slow down your breathing, concentrate, and let your sixth sense guide you.
She looked ahead. Yes, snipers should also pay attention to their surroundings.
So the sharp blade hovered beside him.
Then, the trigger clicked, letting the sparks of death bloom.
There was a roar, and two seconds later, a roar came from the distance.
It was there, at her goal, that she achieved everything she had ever dreamed of.
"This distance...this damage."
Chen Qing recalled the physical creature he encountered before and smiled slightly: "Absolutely enough."
…
More than half an hour later, Jiang Wan disassembled the weapon, carefully locked it in a safe, then chose a location in the car, and carefully locked it inside.
"Auntie...you have to take good care of it...this thing is the life of our whole family..."
Next to Jiang Wan, Jiang Hongyun's face still looked hesitant and worried.
He watched Jiang Wan take apart the micro punch and hide it in her arms, and put a set of pistols directly into her waist.
The words he was about to say were swallowed back.
"I know, I know, it's really..." Jiang Wan sighed, but she didn't feel too disgusted.
The management of firearms is like this, and it is also a large firearm that is applied for separately.
What's more critical is that there are only two people in the team, and one of them is a non-staff colleague, which is even worse.
His teeth were sore, but he finally stopped what he was saying.
He saw the two of them to the door, and when he left, it was already late at night.
It was late at night, and Jiang Wan drove Chen Qing all the way back. The two walked for a long time, but a quarter of an hour before they were about to arrive, Chen Qing stopped them and turned around.
Jiang Wan was a little confused, but she followed his instructions. The two of them drove all the way to the pedestrian street and reached the hidden entrance point of the club.
Up to this moment, Jiang Wan was still a little confused.
"What are you going to do? Do you want to see Karanth for anything?"
She tilted her head, parked the car, tapped her fingers a few times, and locked the secret compartment where the sniper rifle was stored.
"Yes. But the main thing is not to go to him. If you have a commission, you have to send him."
He nodded, but Jiang Wan became even more confused, but she didn't ask and continued walking along the pedestrian street with Chen Qing.
After walking for about four or five minutes, Karans' figure appeared under the second maple tree at the entrance.
He bowed slightly, took off his hat and saluted.
It was getting cold, even worse late at night, but he was still wearing that suit, straight and neat.
"Here you are, sir."
He smiled slightly, hugged his hat to his chest, and stood up again, the smile on his face not diminishing.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Chen Qing responded and followed his pace all the way to the club.
He drank the tea in front of him and said to Kalans: "I have a commission that needs to be released.
Is the person I discussed the commission with before still there? "
He stopped pouring tea for a moment, then shook his head: "After that commission was over, I didn't know his contact information anymore."
"It's a bit unexpected, but it's normal." Chen Qing added, "In that case, let's just publish it."
"Sir, please speak."
"The deadline is tomorrow evening - around five o'clock tomorrow afternoon, I will provide a batch of IP addresses. The person I need to accept the commission can see the person to whom these IP addresses belong and say a word."
"What about the reward, sir?"
“A message that is far more than it deserves.”
Chen Qing looked at him and smiled: "A message about the entry and exit of the back room that produces E-500 non-relics and E-class non-relics and characteristics."
