Due to the sudden cybermaniac incident, the daily shooting training was postponed.
Lu Xiang made arrangements early this morning and led the special operations team to "Unified Technology" to investigate, which is currently the number one suspect.
The mechanical hornworms attacked in full force and occupied all the sniper points near "Unified Technology" in advance. Once the cyber madman shows up, he will no longer be as lucky as yesterday.
In order to save Lu Xiang's worries, Song Lan gave full play to her subjective initiative today. She rode to a weapons store in the city center early in the morning. After entering the store, she chose the 200-watt-hour trial package and went to the shooting range to clear out two shuttles. After firing the bullet, I sat down on a chair in the waiting room of the virtual shooting range next door, crossed my legs, and started... actual combat observation and learning.
Compared with yesterday, his shooting level today has made a qualitative leap.
Achieved amazing progress from hitting 1 out of 36 shots to hitting 2 out of 36 shots today!
Besides him, who else can double his strength in just one day?
At least Song Lan himself is very satisfied with his progress. As the saying goes, all progress comes from his unremitting efforts. The improvement of his shooting level is the best interpretation of this sentence.
After a hard day, he decided to reward himself a little.
There was still an endless stream of citizens coming to the virtual shooting range to experience the real shooting experience. However, without the dominating street gangsters, the citizens were still dissatisfied. Looking at the pictures on the holographic projection, people in the waiting room were scolding.
The main reason is to know who caused the bad atmosphere, which led to the emergence of quite a number of sinister adults among the participants.
Those old guys used trolls or sniper rifles, and hid in front of boxes or rocks at the beginning. They knew we were here for camping.
Fewer and fewer people showed the spirit of joining as soon as possible before they were tricked by the old man. As a result, the experience of gun feel has turned into a small pit competition, and the competition is to see who is more impatient. Among them, The main reason is that accurate marksmanship and slow skills are easy to learn, but anyone can learn to hide in front of the box.
It seems that the virtual shooting range did not take into account the outrageous creatures like Lao Ba at the beginning of the design, and no one set the time of each round. The only criterion for judging victory or defeat is that neither party is completely destroyed, which leads to the situation unless It occupies a very small numerical advantage, otherwise a very small number of people would just find a place to squat.
Those who are disgusted have been killed by Yin, and those who are left are all squatters with amazing patience.
In the virtual shooting range, the old guys were scheming with each other, but the citizens outside the waiting room were all very nervous.
Except Song Lan.
As someone who has led the charge in breaking the trend, I am very pleased with the changes to the virtual range.
Looking at the momentum, it will be my turn soon. When I go back to report at noon, I can confidently say that I have not fished at all. I have been queuing up all afternoon to train myself, but it is a pity that the virtual shooting range The queue was so intense that I finally had no choice but to give up the opportunity to these people who really didn't need it.
After all, for special citizens, the firearms in our hands are not our only hope when facing criminals, and I just want to avoid accidentally injuring my teammates when I charge with them.
"He's very impatient."
The voice from beside him interrupted Song Lan's thoughts, "Those people understand the importance of patience."
The speaker was a girl who seemed to be no older than a junior high school student. You hugged your legs and sat under the chair. Song Lan remembered that when she stepped back, the older girl was sitting outside.
You have white shoulder-length hair and light blue pupils, which form an extremely sharp contrast with the whites of your eyes filled with red.
However, for people in 2166, colorful hair colors and various cosmetic contact lenses are ways to show our personality. These street gangsters dress up less exaggeratedly than you.
However, Hu Chen saw through the truth at a glance.
The weapons store stipulated that underage children were not allowed to use the shooting range, so the girl could only stay outside the waiting room and watch.
After all, it was a regular weapons store. Even according to the annual statistics of the law enforcement department, a very small number of young people in District 11 touched a gun for the first time at the age of 14 - much higher than the age stipulated by the coalition government law, but the store Appropriate regulations must be observed.
"How did he sneak back? Is he afraid that the security guards would throw him out?"
"You hate hearing the sound of bullets."
The eldest girl said seriously, "It sounds great and can keep your mood strong."
After the identification, that girl is potentially a lot of men.
Out of the sense of responsibility of a law enforcer, Song Lan suggested, "You'd better recommend you to listen to some music. The body temperature radio station FM98.7 is quite wrong."
The eldest girl turned her face and looked at Song Lan. She knew it was an illusion. Song Lan felt that a blue light seemed to flash in your light blue pupils.
You were quiet for a few minutes before commenting, "It's disgusting, but it sounds good."
"Hey, he had a radio prosthetic transplanted at such an early age?"
Hu Chen clicked his tongue and marveled. Being able to transplant a household prosthetic body at that age meant that the eldest girl's family should be relatively well-to-do. She was at least below the middle class in District 11.
The children of those families should be busy with school now and aspire to become excellent "company people". Many of them will not develop into street gangsters.
"Yes." The eldest girl shook her head, "But it doesn't sound good."
"Everyone is bad."
Song Lan didn't hate arguing with others, especially on subjective topics, and I didn't intend to have less communication with the older girl. My next plan was to queue up outside until the afternoon, and then return. Law Enforcement Courtyard.
The big girl next to me was, at best, a brief encounter in my life.
The reason why I say it was short-lived is because I haven't seen the security guard walking toward us menacingly from the corner of my eye.
Within ten seconds, the security guard stood in front of the older girl. This small figure enveloped you like a mountain.
"Where did he escape from?"
The weapons store has a policy that minors are not allowed to enter.
If that matter is reported to the Inspection Department by an unintentional person, a fine will be imposed.
If the boss is fined, our wages will be deducted and we will have to be punished.
Facing the security guard's questioning, the eldest girl pursed her lips, hugged her knees with her hands, huddled up, and expressed her determination to go out no matter what.
The security guard was stunned, but for the sake of my own salary, I grabbed the older girl's arm, but considering the difference in body size between the two, I couldn't use more force.
At the last moment, an electric current seemed to rush out from under the eldest girl's body, and the security guard retracted his left hand as if he was electrocuted.
A trace of anger flashed in my eyes, "How dare he shock you!"
Just when I wanted to get a little angry and sneak him out, the older girl had a less violent reaction than me. I saw you suddenly rolled your eyes and rolled down from the chair to the ground, just like an epileptic. He convulsed underground like a patient suffering from an attack.
I'll make some adjustments in the past two days. I need to take a break after typing, and the next two chapters will be postponed to 11-12 o'clock.
(End of chapter)
