Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 356 The target paper looks brand new.

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Chen Chuan and Zou Qing were extremely excited to be at the shooting range for the first time. They hit it off immediately and found their perfect partner, and they were running around happily.

One minute they'd be pointing fingers at someone's vegetable shed, the next they'd be commenting on a cannon parked by the roadside.

They look like they've come for a camping trip.

After everyone finished their gun inspection, Yang Chang and Zhao Mingfeng from the Second Squadron, following their annual tradition, stood on the side and boasted to the police officers from the other squadrons about their past exploits in the army.

Today was shooting practice, so they focused their boasting on accuracy.

"I'm not bragging, but when I was in the army, I could hit the target at 50 meters with my eyes closed. You can ask Mingfeng if you don't believe me!" Yang Chang, nicknamed "Company Commander," said heartily, pointing to the target set up not far away.

Zhao Mingfeng, also a retired army officer, nodded and said seriously, "We officers can't control our soldiers if we don't have some real skills. To put it nicely, they're soldiers, but they're all troublemakers from the local areas! Otherwise, why would they have joined the army?"

Zhao Mingfeng is the deputy company commander of the second company. He was also a former company commander in the army. Because he was short and five years younger than Yang Chang, everyone gave him the nickname "Little Company Commander" to distinguish him.

Company Commander Zhao Mingfeng's words were quite tactless. He himself was a soldier, and by saying this, he was essentially insulting both himself and Yang Chang.

Yang Chang gave him a disapproving look, then continued to boast, "Just give me one more calibrated bullet later, and I won't need to practice beforehand; I'll hit the bullseye every time!"

Every pistol has a different trajectory; simply aiming perfectly at three points in a straight line guarantees accurate shooting. In short, there will be an error margin.

However, this error is predictable because although the trajectory of each gun is different, it remains constant.

For example, if you aim at the center of gun A, but the bullet lands to the upper left of that center, then next time you aim, simply move the aiming point to the lower right of the center.

This is what's known as calibrated bullets. It's also why SWAT teams emphasize that one gun should be issued to only one person.

Chen Shu, who hadn't fired a Type 92 rifle in a long time, watched Yang Chang test-fire the weapon with great interest.

After a calibration shot, Yang Chang fired five shots in quick succession, with only three or four seconds between each shot.

Regardless of the score, Chen Shu felt that the shooting time alone was quite good and somewhat in line with reality.

Xu Mingliang took out a walkie-talkie and shouted, "Zhang Qing, aim at the target."

After the shooting ended, Zhang Qing, who was acting as a temporary target reporter, peeked out from the aisle under the target after receiving instructions from Commander Xu Mingliang. He first looked back at everyone and, seeing that no one was raising their guns, turned back to start counting on the target paper.

Chen Shu could tell that Yang Chang, who was looking quite relaxed at the moment, was actually a little nervous inside. His frequent glances at Xu Mingliang's walkie-talkie on his waist betrayed his feigned composure.

"45 rings." Zhang Qing's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Upon hearing this, Yang Chang exclaimed, "Wow, this performance is a bit extraordinary!"

He immediately raised his head proudly: "Ahem, shooting a gun, that's the most basic skill we soldiers have!"

Chen Chuan and Zou Qing, both graduates of the provincial police academy, were used to this result. After glancing at it for a few moments, they went to the side to practice their empty-fire drills.

The other police officers in the brigade were not surprised. After all, they had been colleagues for many years and knew each other's backgrounds.

After Yang Chang finished shooting, he waited for Zhang Qing, the target reporter, to finish pasting the paper and crawl down into the passage before the other police officers lined up to test their guns.

In the following shooting, apart from Zhao Mingfeng who scored 44 rings, everyone else scored below 40 rings.

Especially Zou Qing; when she fired, she saw smoke puffing from the mound behind the target. When it came time to count the shots, Zhang Qing stood in front of the target paper for a long time, feeling it before hesitantly saying, "16." Chen Shu comforted her, "That's pretty good. Back when I was in police academy, I was invited by the neighboring university to be a military training instructor. Tsk tsk, those college students! After an afternoon of shooting, many of their target papers looked brand new."

It wasn't so much a target paper that was placed there, but rather a marker, so they would have a direction to point their guns at.

Zou Qing made a face and wrinkled her upturned nose: "They are college students, but I am a special police officer."

Chen Shu couldn't help but reach out and pat her little head: "You'll get better with more practice next time."

Finally, it was Chen Shu's turn to go on stage.

Having not handled a gun in a long time, Chen Shu felt the Type 92 rifle was heavy in his hand. He first humbly fired five shots, calibrating after each shot. It took quite a while, but after five shots, he had a general understanding of the gun in his hand.

During the actual assessment, he would raise his hand to take a look and fire steadily with a three- or four-second interval.

Five shots were fired in a flash, and while waiting for Zhang Qing to report the target, everyone was a little excited. Because of Chen Chuan's boasting earlier, everyone knew about how Chen Shu was almost kept by their sniper squad when he was transferred to the special police detachment eight years ago.

"Zizzi"

Everyone was on tenterhooks.

"48, 48 rings! Chen Da's score is 48 rings!"

Perhaps because he had finally escaped the shadow of the soldiers' shooting, Zhang Qing's voice was somewhat excited.

Yang Chang muttered, "It's a bit windy today."

Zhao Mingfeng chimed in, "The gun isn't good either!"

His words backfired. The SWAT team operates on a policy of one gun being assigned to one person, and no one else is allowed to touch or use it. Saying the gun is bad is actually also referring to the person using it.

However, Chen Shu believed that Zhao Mingfeng hadn't thought that far ahead; he was genuinely trying to find a better-sounding excuse for Yang Chang.

"Wow! Senior brother, you're amazing!" Zou Qing clung to him like a little fangirl.

"Shooting a gun is like being a person: you need to be steady and decisive."

Chen Chuan stood arrogantly to the side, giving orders; anyone who didn't know better would think he was the one who had achieved the results.

After the precision shooting session, the usual standing position for aiming at the target is followed, which is used to adjust and relax everyone's breathing.

The subsequent training involved rapid-fire shooting.

That is, within a distance of 15 meters, five bullets must be fired consecutively in the shortest possible time. At this point, the score is not considered; the main evaluation criterion is the number of bullets that hit the target.

Everyone went through it again in the same order, and Chen Shu's score was still the best.

Xu Mingliang, Yang Chang, and Zhao Mingfeng all hit the target with five shots, but none of them hit the target as Chen Shuji, who was the final shot.

When Zhang Qing, who was wearing the sticker, looked at the five bullets concentrated around the heart area of ​​the half-body target paper, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

"shush"

"Chen Da, you're really not human."

(End of this chapter)