Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 394: Foreign Friends
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The next day, at a private shooting range in Chiang Mai, Song Heping, wearing noise-canceling headphones and holding a Glock 17, fired continuously at a target 25 meters away at high speed. After finishing one magazine, he quickly replaced the magazine and started rapid shooting again.

The hunter and the gray wolf would not arrive in Chiang Mai for a day, so Song Heping seemed a little bored after getting up early the next morning.

So he found a shooting range to practice shooting.

Thailand is a country where gun ownership is legal. You can legally own a gun by simply obtaining relevant legal certificates and paying a certain management fee.

Of course, this only applies to local citizens. If foreigners want to own a legal firearm here, they must purchase it and find a local to register it. The firearm must be stored in a safe at the shooting range and then applied for use when needed.

However, in private shooting ranges, there are not so many rules. Here, as long as you pay, you can have fun.

Song Heping used up two magazines. Although he was not very satisfied with the gun, the guns in the shooting range were like whores in a brothel, anyone could use them, so he couldn't ask for too much.

The security officer on the side quickly pressed the button to move the target back. He was eager to see Song Heping's results.

According to the usual rules, he had to stay close to Song Heping and keep a close eye on him as he shot, as carefully as if he was watching a baby.

Working as a security officer here, I have seen a lot of stupid customers. The scariest ones are female customers. Sometimes they get shocked after firing a gun, which scares the people around them.

As soon as the customer stepped up to the shooting range and picked up the Glock, he knew that this man was definitely a veteran.

Because many IPSC enthusiasts in Southeast Asia like to come to Thailand to practice shooting, but these people usually use their own special guns and will not choose the guns in the gun library here.

The target returned to the shooting position, and the safety officer was shocked when he saw the target paper.

The target paper within the 10th ring was smashed to pieces, and only three shots hit the 9th ring.

"OH MY GOD!"

He exclaimed.

What kind of magical gun technique is this...

If I ask myself honestly, even though I have served in the Thai special forces, it is an impossible task to achieve such results.

"GOOD!"

He gave Song Heping a thumbs up.

"Your shooting skills are amazing! I've never seen anyone with such great shooting skills!"

"He's not a good shot."

Just as Song Heping was smiling and nodding to the security officer to show his humility, a strong voice suddenly came from behind him.

Hearing this voice, Song Heping was shocked and turned around suddenly.

When he saw the person coming, he was completely dumbfounded.

Lei Gong walked up, took a look at the Glock on the table, and asked Song Heping with a smile: "No. 12, can I have two magazines?"

Song Heping was stunned for a long time before he finally came out of his shock: "Of course! Of course! Instructor, when did you come? Are you here to see me?"

Lei Gong said, "I just arrived last night and only found you today."

After saying that, he walked to the table, picked up the gun on the table, removed the magazine, took out the bulk bullets from the bullet box beside him and pressed them into it.

The security officer wanted to step forward to stop him, but Song Heping directly took out five US dollar bills and handed them to him.

"He's my friend, don't worry, there's absolutely no problem."

Money can help.

When the security officer saw the hundred-dollar bills, he immediately smiled and stepped aside, saying repeatedly, "Thank you, boss!"

While Lei Ming was loading the bullets, he glanced at the security officer next to him. He didn't look at Song Heping, but continued to focus on his work. He said, "Things are different now. No. 12, you have really made a fortune in the past two years."

No. 12 was the student number when Song Heping participated in the 203 training selection.

Everyone has a number, and after joining the training team, they will be called by their numbers, not their names.

"This……"

Song Heping heard the hidden meaning and felt a little helpless. "I did make a little money... but not much..."

"Not much?"

Lei Ming finished loading the bullets, raised his gun and aimed at the target in the distance.

"You've got a $2.4 million US military transportation contract, two of the largest oil fields in northern Taiwan, and even missiles, and you're still saying you don't have the money?"

When he said this, Song Heping was shocked.

He suddenly remembered the Mitsubishi Jeep that had been following him in the country.

Could it be Instructor Lei and his men?

But I haven't done anything treasonous, nor have I caused any trouble in the country, so why are they targeting me?!

"Instructor, I have never let our troops down, nor have I done anything to betray our country."

He explained quickly.

Song Heping knew very well that if he did the things mentioned above, Instructor Lei would definitely come and deal with him.

After all, whoever teaches is responsible, that's the rule.

When I was leaving for training, the instructor also warned me when he came to see me off.

This made Song Heping break out in a cold sweat.

Lei Ming had a nickname, and everyone at that time liked to call him Lei Gong.

Just by hearing the name, you can tell that he has a bad temper and can't tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes.

Lei Gong did not answer Song Heping's question, but raised his gun and shot at the target.

After finishing a magazine, Guaji quickly replaced it with a new magazine and continued firing.

Also fired two magazines.

Poor Song Heping was standing aside while Lei Gong was shooting the gun, feeling a little uneasy. He was racking his brains to think if he had done anything wrong or committed a serious crime.

After the gunshots had completely stopped, Lei Gong checked the gun, locked the safety, and put the gun away. Then he turned around and said to Song Heping, "Did you do all these bad things?"

Song Heping finally breathed a sigh of relief: "I was so scared. I thought I had done something against my conscience."

This time, the security officer picked up the target and saw the bullet holes on it, his eyes almost fell to the ground.

All the bullet holes were within the 10th ring.

"Come on, let's go sit over there and talk to you about something."

Lei Gong pointed to the lounge in the distance.

Song Heping gave some instructions to the security officer and then followed Lei Gong to the lounge.

There were drinks and coffee for sale in the lounge, so the two of them found a secluded place to sit down.

There were few customers here early in the morning, so the conversation was quiet.

Lei Gong took a sip of the drink and asked Song Heping, "Are you waiting for Da Biao when you come to Chiang Mai this time?"

Song Heping almost spit out his drink.

I thought to myself, damn, Instructor Lei has investigated me thoroughly.

Do you know this?
"Instructor, tell me the truth, don't beat around the bush. What exactly did you come to see me about this time? I don't think I did anything wrong. You guys can't be Da Biao's backers, right?"

Song Heping's question made Lei Gong's face turn green.

He said with a dark face: "What the hell? Does he deserve it?"

After a pause, he continued, "How much do you know about him and the people behind him? Now that your PMC company is quite large, I want to test your intelligence gathering ability."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)