The next day, when Zhuang Ziwei led Hua Ge and the others to escort Sanghui and Polar Bear back to the police station, Raymond opened his mouth wide. Do you want to be so intimidating?
Knowing that you are the number one in this class, you have solved two major cases within two months of reporting?
Zhuang Ziwei's speed is indeed exaggerated. In fact, if the two cases were separated by a few months, the effect would be better, but who allowed this matter to catch up? Lin Kun was defeated with the front foot, but Media Asia was blown up with the back foot.
Raymond looked at Zhuang Ziwei in front of him with relief. The incident happened last night and he was caught early this morning, which earned him a lot of face.
Of the more than 30,000 police officers on Hong Kong Island, not many have actual combat experience. Many of them will be considered good until they retire and can fire a gun once. Even fewer can shoot. Each police station may only have one.
Raymond used to like Chen Guozhong's group of people. They could not only fight but also eat brains. They could get things done beautifully without having to worry about it themselves.
There is also Chen Jiaju who is good at fighting. It is not wrong to say that he is not a brain eater, but he is easy to get involved and often makes big news. He has a lot of credit but also a lot of punishment. It can be said that the merits and demerits balance out.
By the way, there are also Yuen Haoyun from the Western District and Ma Jun from the East Kowloon next door. Even he has heard of these two names, but they are similar to Chen Jiaju, and their merits and demerits seem to be balanced.
This time, I have a handsome boy to take over Chen Guozhong's team. He can fight and eat brains. However, Huang Bingyao told himself privately that this ten-year veteran had just retired and came to Hong Kong Island to study for the police after two years of joining his boss. School, I don’t know why I didn’t go to Huang Bingyao and ended up under my own hands. What a good luck.
"Ziwei, although you have made great achievements again, you have only been promoted for a month. Yesterday, I went from trainee to full-time. I already spent a lot of effort to make an exception from above, so making an exception recently will not work. In your heart Don't be resentful, I will remember all these achievements, and you can continue to mention them when the time comes, how about it? I'm very optimistic about you."
"Thank you, sir. I understand that it is my duty to share the worries of the commander."
"Okay! Work hard from now on."
. . .
A few days later, the Hong Kong Kowloon Gun Club.
Chen Yi, Wang Jianjun, and Zhuang Ziquzheng introduced the Nine Spear Club to Zhuang Ziwei.
There are also many policemen who often come to the gun club. It is necessary for Zhuang Ziwei to get to know more people when he comes here to play, so they brought Zhuang Ziwei to get familiar with the gun club.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
After six shots, Chen Yi looked at the fixed targets ten meters away and all hit the bullseye. He took off his earphones and explained to Zhuang Ziwei.
"Actually, we don't come here often to play. There are too many rules. Usually if you want to play, you go to the New Territories and find an empty venue. The fixed targets are not very interesting. If you are at your level, you can go to the racing area and have fun. Let's go. Go there and have a look.”
Several people came out from here and walked towards the racing area, and met Miao Zhishun on the way.
"Sir Miao, you come here to play too."
"How come the bosses are interested in coming to the gun club today?"
Chen Yi had a dark look on his face: "Why don't we have fun here?"
Miao Zhishun laughed twice without saying anything.
Chen Yi ignored him and pointed at Zhuang Ziwei and introduced him: "This is Brother Qu's younger brother. He is now working in the Central Crime Unit."
"I know, I know. Sir Liangzizhuang, the most prominent person in Central these days, everyone in West Kowloon knows your name."
"Where, where, I have a lot to learn from seniors like Sir Miao."
The two shook hands and exchanged pleasantries for a while. Several people behind Miao Zhishun also came up to say hello to Chen Yi and his party.
"I invited you several times before but you didn't come. I still want you to show us what a real master is. Am I not handsome enough?"
"Tch, if you were a pretty girl, I would have come with you a long time ago, but I remember you were the champion last year, the Miao Gun King."
"Don't, don't, I don't dare to claim to be the gun king in front of you. The competition is nothing. In actual combat, I might not even be able to get a shot against you."
"Ziwei will come here to play often from now on. Sir Miao, please take care of him more often."
"No problem."
The group of people came to the shooting range chatting and laughing. Chen Yi and the four of them each picked a gun, tried it out and started adjusting it.
After the debugging was completed, everyone came to the shooting range and saw only a fat man shooting, and a handsome boy who looked like Song Zijie standing next to him.
"Wow, we met another Brother Jie?"
Miao Zhishun introduced Chen Yi: "That fat guy is Wu Xinyun from the forensics department. The handsome guy who looks very similar to Brother Jie is called Peng Yixing. His marksmanship is very good. It's a pity that he hasn't participated in the competition in the past two years. Otherwise, I really want to fight him." One game.”
Bang bang!
Chen Yi saw Wu Xinyun shooting twice in a hurry.
"Still not fast enough."
"No matter how fast I am, I'm afraid of this gun..."
Peng Yixing interrupted before he finished speaking: "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that he will fire? Do you know that your advantage is that you are fat enough, 256 pounds, with a low center of gravity, and you can't control this gun. If you don't believe in this gun, you don't believe in me. .”
Peng Yixing sighed as he spoke and continued: "I understand, you have low requirements for yourself."
"If you modify the gun like this, it will definitely misfire."
Miao Zhishun suddenly interrupted. Peng Yixing turned around and saw Miao Zhishun, Chen Yi and his party, and retorted: "Just because you can't control it doesn't mean that others can't control it either."
Miao Zhishun smiled and shook his head: "You are indeed very fast in modifying the gun, but when everyone's level is about the same, you need to be precise and calculating, especially in competitions."
"What if it's not a competition?"
Wang Jianjun spoke: "If it's not a competition, how can you have time to modify the gun?"
Peng Yixing looked at Wang Jianjun in confusion, and Wang Jianjun continued: "On the battlefield, you don't modify the gun in your hand. When your first gun breaks, you have to pick up another one immediately and continue shooting. How can you Make sure that the gun is easy to use?"
Peng Yixing sneered: "How did you know?"
"I went to the battlefield ten years ago. I fired so many shots and killed so many people that I don't even remember!"
Although Wang Jian had a calm expression when he spoke, at that moment everyone seemed to smell the smoke of the battlefield. Peng Yixing even felt the strong murderous aura on his body. He took a step back with a horrified expression, and then his expression suddenly became excited.
Although Peng Yixing has been restraining his impulse and not wanting to see blood, this is Hong Kong Island.
Although Chen Yi always complains about the magical Hong Kong Island where there are gun battles every day, it is not really like in the United States where there are gun battles every day.
Human beings invented firearms just for killing. A player like him who is a gun master has fired countless shots, but they are all boring targets. Peng Yixing often fantasizes about shooting living creatures, and even fights with live ammunition himself. , but still firmly restrained his impulse.
The feeling he just felt from Wang Jianjun seemed to open the door to a new world for him, and he wanted to know what it felt like to kill someone.
"Hello, Sir Miao."
Wu Xinyun greeted Miao Zhishun at this time and looked at Wang Jianjun. Although he could not see anything on the surface, he still felt a huge pressure.
But Peng Yixing seemed to only see Wang Jianjun in his eyes, and asked excitedly: "What does it feel like to kill someone."
"no feeling."
Miao Zhishun's West Kowloon group and Peng Yixing's eyes changed when they looked at Wang Jianjun. Didn't they feel anything? How could I not feel it? Are you killing people for food and drink?
Peng Yixing retorted excitedly: "Impossible, how can you not feel anything when you kill someone? I haven't participated in any competitions in the past two years just to restrain my impulse! Although I don't know what it feels like to kill someone, I definitely don't feel anything!"
