"Can I introduce you to some good pistols?"
Looking at Wei Curcuma, who was rubbing his hands together as if he were a hamster that fell into a granary, the uncle walked over slowly.
"Okay, thank you, teacher!"
Wei Curcuma didn't have the slightest bit of arrogance. He was worried about which gun was better to use. He hurriedly followed the good advice and stepped aside so that the uncle could get weapons from the platform and the weapons wall.
"Call me coach."
The uncle was obviously very satisfied with Wei Curcuma's respectful attitude. The American uncle raised his belt a little arrogantly and corrected Wei Curcuma.
"Good coach."
"Well~ let me see..."
This old coach named Jonathan, nicknamed Lao Qiao, is responsible for designing training and daily maintenance of equipment and firearms.
What Wei Zeshu didn't know was that the training instructor, who was affectionately called "Coach Lao Qiao" by the students, could be said to be a legend. As early as when he was young, he was a blond, blue-eyed, erect figure, America's sweetheart, wearing a blue police uniform and a sharpshooting technique that made countless American women, old and young, into nymphomaniacs.
Let's put it this way, he is a legend in the police world. Every time reporters interview him, he is photographed with his handsome facial features. He has achieved extraordinary feats many times. There are even police movies based on him.
For such a master of marksmanship, the first advice he gave Wei Curcuma was completely opposite to his resume.
"Speaking of which, don't rely too much on thermal weapons."
Old Joe pulled up the brim of his peaked cap and shook his thick beard.
"This thing is simply not enough to be seen in front of real anomalies and abnormal criminals. You should attach great importance to it tactically, but you should only use it as an auxiliary prop like a slingshot."
This is what he said from the bottom of his heart. Back then, he was known as the legendary police officer, but his last case involved a certain mysterious sect. The sect’s modus operandi was extremely cruel. No one in the entire New York Police Department dared to take over this case. Only he He stepped forward and surrounded the building that was the scene of the crime that late at night.
The result was extremely tragic. The person who committed the crime was not an abnormal person, but he was not an ordinary vicious gangster either. He was a human being.
He was a human, but not entirely human. He was a rotten person who abused soul pressure and magic to benefit himself. When Jonathan found it with a gun, he had already become abnormal due to the soul pollution of killing people.
The half of his palm that he lost was directly cut off by the bone spur that popped out of the elbow of that thing. The gun couldn't help him at that moment. But fortunately in the misfortune, Jonathan also awakened his magic at that moment of life and death crisis, allowing him to The flames completely burned the "person".
With abilities that ordinary people cannot resist, some people will become deviant suppressors to suppress anomalies. Naturally, there will also be people who do not want to be controlled and become free-spirited individuals. And some extreme people will unleash their violence without any scruples, causing special problems. crime.
The latter two are collectively referred to as "others" and may be enemies you have to face one day.
Lao Qiao was flipping through Wei Curcuma's files and selecting a few suitable guys for him, while chatting with him about the bloody past as if nothing had happened.
"The alien..."
This thing makes people raise their eyebrows when they hear it. The threat from human beings themselves may sometimes be no less than abnormal, because the former will have intelligence, will have its own purpose, will be cunning, and can hide very well.
"Firearms are also useful when suppressing low-level aliens."
Because this was the last exam and he would not be late in time, Wei Zeshu was not so anxious. He pulled two stools over and the two started chatting while choosing guns.
"Oh, you guys are in this year's internship group!"
"Ah, yes..."
"Still number one in admission!"
"Between my sleeping buddies, side by side..."
"Hey! Birdwind's special move!"
"Ah...yes..."
Wei Zeshu was as helpless in front of this old American man as a college student visiting home during the New Year.
"Then you try this?"
Old Jonathan handed Wei Curcuma a small and exquisite black pistol.
"Colt 1903 pocker hammerless."
Jonathan is a true New York star and stripe, and his English is authentic.
Wei Zeshu's English is very good, so he knows the meaning of the latter part, which means pocket-friendly and without hammer.
He looked at the pistol in his hand. It was very small and delicate, with a sense of weight. The design without a hammer made it integrated, like a black pebble.
"Designed by the famous firearms designer John Browning and produced by the Colt Company, it is a semi-automatic pocket pistol, nicknamed the Continental Pistol. The public security department has one in hand. It is a reliable and good gun."
"Why do the police have so many people of this model?"
"Because it has a built-in hammer design."
Lao Qiao pointed at the rounded rear design of the gun.
"The hammer is hidden behind the slide, which makes it easy to remove it quickly from the pocket and prevents the hammer from snagging in an emergency."
Wei Zeshu was particularly surprised. It turned out that there was such a thing. He thought about the group of people from the Ministry of Public Security. The model was naturally Xuan Qing. He thought that they were wearing black suits and black windbreakers, and they did have needs in this regard.
This kind of continuous verification in actual combat, and the final conclusion made him particularly interested.
"But I don't have a problem with that. I don't wear formal clothes."
Wei Curcuma looked at the data and couldn't put it down and put the horse card player back in his hand.
"And the caliber is too small, and the gun is too small for me."
"Then try this."
Old Jonathan picked up a huge pistol and stuffed it into Wei Curcuma's hand.
"A classic among classics, a revised version of 1911, the work of Tallan Tactics, 2011 Cmobat Master."
The body of this gun is treated with black matte finish, and the part near the gun head is hollowed out. The most eye-catching thing is its dark gold barrel.
"This gun is impeccable. The 1911 is a classic among classics. It is also equipped with a 5.4-inch competition-grade barrel, a dragon-scale stamped handle, a double-row magazine, and Tarant's customized expansion capacity. Bottom bracket."
While listening to Lao Qiao's introduction, Wei Curcuma was admiring the extremely aggressive black and gold color tactical pistol in his hand. Whether it was the feel or the color, it captured Wei Curcuma's heart instantly.
No man would refuse Taran Tactics in 2011!
"Don't worry about the caliber, it can load 22+1 rounds of 9x19mm bullets."
Old Jonathan picked up a more special bullet and handed it to Wei Curcuma.
"It can even be upgraded to 9mm Major ammunition with more powerful firepower. The warhead alone weighs 8.1 grams, and the muzzle velocity is 494m per second. Is there anything wrong with it?"
"handsome!"
Wei Curcuma held this tactical master with full confidence.
"Ah, by the way, this thing is a limited edition custom-made product. The public price is more than 20,000 US dollars, but the actual price is about 50,000 US dollars."
"How many?"
Twenty thousand, fifty thousand, dollars.
Wei Curcuma instantly converted it in his mind. According to six calculations, it was probably two to three hundred thousand? !
How much does a van cost?
He was so frightened that he almost lost his grip on the precious treasure in his hand.
