The special case team without a big case is full of ecstatic voices: Hu, huh...
Wen Jinghan came back from the director's office, pushed open the door, and saw that he was sleeping in a big way. … It’s just past 10am now!
"Boom!" Zheng Fei woke up from the loud noise, wiped his saliva, and looked around blankly: "What's the matter! Is there a thunder?!"
Lin Bai rolled over from the chair and sat on the ground covering his frightened heart. The others also woke up and looked around for the source of the sound.
Wen Jinghan held up the commemorative trophy engraved with the words "First Class Merit" issued by the city's commendation meeting last year when he cracked a major case of so-and-so, and in the other hand he held the steel spoon for eating and knocked vigorously.
"Do you want to eat?" Guan Jin half-squinted at his watch, "It's too early, it's only 10 o'clock."
"Hmph, you all know that it's only 10 o'clock. I don't think you have the consciousness of 10 o'clock when you sleep." Wen Jinghan stopped and glanced at the crowd lightly.
Everyone shivered collectively and woke up completely.
"Hey, boss, you have something to say." Zheng Fei immediately became very dog-legged.
"In view of the recent laxity of our special case team, everyone's mental state needs some adjustment. I am now proposing a new team exercise plan..."
"Team training? Is it the kind of lower-level grassroots that is mentioned in the news, close to the masses or something?" Guan Jin asked Lin Bai in a low voice.
Lin Bai cried and said, "How is that possible?! You have been poisoned by the news network too deeply."
"... So let's start with shooting training." Wen Jinghan was talking about the main point at this time.
Guan Jin's eyes lit up after hearing the words and then quickly dimmed.
"Shooting—" Lin Bai rolled his eyes and "stunned" on the table.
"There's a saying, it's better to hit the sun than to pick up the sun, let's do it this afternoon." Wen Jinghan tapped the trophy and made a conclusion.
Guan Jin held a police pistol in his hand, and his inner emotions were a little hard to restrain. Although it wasn't a sniper rifle, it was the first time he had touched a gun since his rebirth, and the enthusiasm for the gun in his blood instantly surged. At the same time, another contradictory feeling arises spontaneously. He once died under the gun, and he seems to harbor some inexplicable fear and hatred for the gun.
"Hey, look at you, although you have lost your memory, the habit of shaking and shaking when you hold a gun has not changed." Lin Bai gloated on the side, "Brother, as long as I have you, I will never be the last."
Only then did Guan Jin realize his strangeness, took a breath, suppressed all emotions, and stopped the slight trembling in his hands. The most important question to consider now seems to be, should I hit or miss
Wen Jinghan was the first to put on goggles and raised his gun in his left hand: "Let's start, shooting round after round."
"Bang bang bang" gunshots echoed across the shooting range.
After the last shot is settled, the system starts to automatically report the number of rings in sequence.
"10 rings." This is Wen Jinghan, who has never missed a shot on the shooting range so far.
"10 rings." This is Zheng Fei, whose marksmanship is not inferior to Wen Jinghan.
"The 8th ring." This is Chen Qiaoyu who has not practiced guns for a while and is a little rusty.
"9 Rings." This is Gu Xiang, whose marksmanship has always been stable.
"7 rings." This is Tintin, who is not good at using guns.
"5th ring." This is a firearm novice who rarely shoots more than 7th ring, Lin Bai.
"10 Rings." This is Guan Jin, who once picked up the gun and kept shaking and was known for missing the target...
brush! The rest of them looked to the left together, looking at Guan Jin with their eyes out of frame.
Guan Jin lowered his goggles and put down his gun lightly.
"It must be a blind cat hitting a dead mouse, there is a 0.001 percent chance!" Lin Bai clapped his hands suddenly.
Everyone nodded in agreement, only Wen Jinghan turned his head back: "Second round, get ready."
Bang bang bang again.
The system continues to count.
"10 rings." Wen Jinghan.
…
"6 rings." Lin Bai.
"10 rings." Guan Jin.
… The crowd was silent and looked to the right.
"continue."
"10 rings." Wen Jinghan.
"10 rings." Guan Jin.
"10 rings." "10 rings." "10 rings." "10 rings"…
The rest of the people stared at Wen Jinghan and Guan Jin in stunned silence.
"Ow! Guan Jin! Have you been captured by aliens and experimented? You are no longer Guan Jin. You have a Martian inside of you!" Lin Bai shouted in disbelief as he grabbed his hair.
Guan Jin groaned silently in his heart: There are no Martians, but there is indeed one on Earth.
"It seems that Guan Jin has lost his memory, so how can you know it's not a blessing." Wen Jinghan put down the gun, "but I remember that you used to use a gun with your right hand. You are not left-handed."
Guan Jin licked his dry lips: "I suddenly found that my left hand seems to be more stable."
"Well, let's try changing the moving target." Wen Jinghan seemed to be more interested.
"Did the boss forget that we are a training team today, not a shooting competition?" Ding Ding secretly bit his ears with Zheng Fei.
"Never mind, let's just watch a good show." Zheng Fei was so happy to join the onlookers next to him.
"I'll go buy some Coke at the door!" Chen Qiaoyu dragged Lin Bai and rushed out.
"Do you want to buy popcorn!" Gu Xiang euphemistically motioned to restrain himself.
"Good idea!" Chen Qiaoyu vanished at the door with a kindness.
"… "
"Wonderful, is this an American blockbuster?"
"Guan Jin, have you secretly participated in any special selection, that kind of movement is the key."
"You two are so cruel, headshots with guns!"
"Hiccup, this cola tastes weird."
"No wonder, this is an authentic canteen at the door."
"...you two don't interrupt."
"Guan Jin, I support you! You are my new idol!"
"Leader Wen, I love you the most!"
… for a long time.
"Damn it! These two people are not from the earth. Call the seventh district immediately and ask them to catch the aliens and go back for autopsy."
Wen Jinghan and Guan Jin, who had a hearty fight, both panted slightly, staring at each other for a long time across 8 target positions.
"This is the legendary expression of sympathy."
"They won't fall in love at first sight."
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."
The glass hearts of the onlookers shattered.
"Guan Jin, no one's marksmanship can be so magical overnight because of their understanding or enlightenment." Wen Jinghan narrowed his eyes slightly, waiting for his answer.
Guan Jin lowered his eyelids, looked at his toes, and then raised his eyes: "Maybe I used to be good at marksmanship, or I secretly practiced it myself. I'm just afraid of shooting in front of people, so when you see me, I'm always bad at shooting. I think that's the only possibility."
"That's right, it's really reasonable. After you lost your memory, you forgot to be afraid, so you played to your original level." Wen Jinghan seemed to be stunned and nodded.
"You don't believe me at all." Guan Jin affirmed.
Wen Jinghan shrugged: "Is that important? The important thing is that I have another general under my command who can be both civil and martial, and the world is just around the corner!"
"...Are you going to rebel?"
"maybe."
"Then don't count me. All the hostile elements who stand against the masses of the people will be overwhelmed by the flood of the masses."
“… Watch less TV in the future. Scientific research shows that watching too much TV can lead to brain damage.”
"… "
"By the way, we have achieved our training goal today, as for some of the onlookers..." Wen Jinghan turned around.
"Some people" quickly threw away the Coke and the like in their hands and stood at attention.
"You all see it clearly?"
"See, see clearly..."
"Then, starting from tomorrow, according to the standard just now, you practice every day until you reach the standard! I'll come with Guan Jin to watch."
"Ow!" some people wailed.
Tomorrow is coming soon, and one by one.
"Lin Bai, you didn't eat breakfast. Raise your hands, you can only beat the other party into a eunuch like that, you can't die." Guan Jin bit a lollipop and said.
Lin Bai wanted to cry without tears and raised his sour arm. I'm a policeman, and I'm still a skilled worker. Why should I beat people to death
"Ding Ding! Pay attention to your front, back, left and right, criminals may appear at any time, you should have a wide eye, don't just stare at a moving target!" Wen Jinghan said after sipping his coffee.
My eyeballs are about to fly out, how do I turn it! Tintin roared inwardly.
"Isn't this Coke bought from an authentic canteen at the door?" Guan Jin picked up the Coke and looked at it.
"How can I be so tasteless, I bought it from an imported supermarket." Wen Jinghan said.
The tasteless Chen Qiaoyu missed a shot, did he make a mistake! You are not called tasteful, you are called too much!
"By the way, why is a commissary still authentic and not authentic?"
"It's called 'authentic' because of its name."
"…has a personality."
The owner of the authentic canteen sneezed.
Words to say: Zuo, read once, which means tossing. The seventh district refers to a special institution in the movie Transformers, which specializes in the study of alien forces and the like.
At this point, the first case is over, and we will enter the second case: Angel of Death. Under the notice, my family's Xiaogong can finally be righted by the soy sauce-kun~