[Shuanglong Group] Warm and Cold

"Adjust the target distance and replace the live ammunition."

"Different models of guns have different spreads. For example, this 92 has the highest accuracy among pistols. The safety operation is simple, and the shooting feel is relatively good for novices. Of course, there are also disadvantages, such as large recoil, but in the face of sudden Rapid fire is more approachable when an incident occurs, and it is the most standard police pistol."

Huang was surprisingly patient, and pulled out the 54 from Yimulian's hand: "So... General, how did you pass the graduation examination of the military academy?"

He replaced the live ammunition magazine with a serious look, and pretended not to hear his ridicule: "I didn't expect the marshal's habit of distributing guns to be so simple." Until he walked into the shooting training room of the military headquarters, he thought that Huang would give him Amway some kind of embarrassment. The unbelievable Desert Eagle or M460XVR, but faced with Yimulian's question, Huang's explanation was actually the solemn four words "support domestic production".

Marshal Huang cleared his throat pretending to be serious: "Strength is the prerequisite for being fancy."

It means I can, but you can't.

He turned his head and ignored Huang at a glance. The Type 92 feels really good. Although the caliber of 9mm is small, compared to the 6 rounds of most revolvers, the ammunition load of 15 rounds is already superior... The aim is not enough to make up the number, and it is always better to fire a few more rounds Will be in it.

He opened the safety, loaded the live ammunition, pinched it in his hand and took a look at the target 15 meters away: "You should rest for a while, forget what the doctor said?"

"Oh, it's a small matter." Huang didn't take it seriously, and didn't hear the truth of the voice-over at all.

What Yimulian actually meant was to tell him not to look at it, in case the result was very disastrous, it would be a joke in front of him again.

……never mind.

Yimulian briefly glanced at Huang's eyes fixed on the target, and picked up the gun again.

It has been more than half a month since the paper factory bombing happened, and the news spread to everyone in the city the next day. As the more sober of the two, Yimulian had to face the reporters. interview.Fortunately, he was fine except for a scratch on his face by the gravel, otherwise he would not even be able to escape the reporter's "capture".

The rescue team arrived just in time and soon smashed a tunnel over their heads to ventilate, otherwise they would die of lack of oxygen before the stone was hauled away by the crane.The Kama Weasel Rescue Team has heard of it at a glance. Such a rescue team that roams the entire imperial capital happens to be not far from Putney Road. into a catastrophe.

The people in the military department didn't know the truth of the matter, so they commented in five words: the ship capsized in the gutter.

is not that right?After thinking about it, he didn't intend to shirk responsibility, but after receiving a call from Jinyu Ji asking for help, he decided to follow Huang's arrangement unconditionally.Huang and Jinyu Ji have always been in close contact, so how could they let them go?

However, he also learned something afterwards.

The "forgetting" that Huang said, the reason why Huang is obsessed with Jinyu Ji, the reason why he has to face it even if he knows there will be danger.After all, Huang was still the sentinel's unbeatable little strong body, and he returned to normal consciousness two days after the operation.Huang explained his thoughts to him, and Yimulian felt that it made sense.

That dream, that "remember it soon" statement really made people very concerned.

Everything is really as Jinyu Ji said, has Huang forgotten something closely related to the Federation?

Considering that according to Huang's thinking, he might also have a vague relationship with the Federation.First, there was the attempted kidnapping of the nobles, and then the burning of the Marshal’s Mansion. Yi Mulian knew he was innocent, but he was still being targeted by the Federation. The situation of Jinyu Ji and Huang also had this possibility, and they couldn’t be killed with a single blow.

Yimulian had a not-so-good guess, so let's put it aside and don't think about it anymore. He thinks that Huang, like himself, should have thought of this possibility.

Coupled with what the box said, everything becomes even more unclear-what does it mean to be able to, but not to be able to do it now?Could it be that Huang and that box once knew each other, and that box could "put him in the box" at any time as long as that box wanted to?

This kind of thought made him feel weird, so he quickly threw it to the back of his mind.

He had to face more than that.

The questions from the royal family and the military made him ashamed—why did the two of them go to such an unsafe place alone?There is nothing to hide!Yunu became the person sent by the royal family to complain again, complaining to him with snot and tears about how high the status of the two of them is in the empire, how unacceptable unexpected situations are, and how much the empire needs the two of them. My ears are all callused, but I can only say a few words of comfort.

After all, who would have thought that the security of the imperial capital would have such a big loophole?

Theoretically, Putney Road is also within the 24-hour monitoring area of ​​the imperial capital, so Huang said to go without blinking an eye. He really never thought that there would be such consequences.

It's the empire's turn to take the blame for this matter.The monitoring made a mistake but they didn't find out in time, and let the other party plant a large number of photon mines in the factory under the monitoring, which almost caused an irreversible disaster!The traitors in the monitoring department were quickly arrested by the military, but as before, they exploded to death one by one within two days.

Nothing is going anywhere.

This also shows that the power of the Federation has infiltrated in at some point - smuggling is not an easy task, and the undercover sneaked into so many, far earlier than he imagined.After counting, it should have started more than half a year ago in terms of time.Neither he nor Huang expected the number of enemies to be so large, and it could be regarded as the root of disaster planted by underestimating the enemy.

Jinyu Ji continued to disappear, and the owner of the factory, Master Kurokawa, had also been investigated by others. The military department sent people from the Special Sentinel Section to follow him around the clock. However, Master Kurokawa has not shown any special signs of activity recently. Ordinary businessman.However, this person was not as innocent as he appeared on the surface. Yimuren personally investigated and found that Lord Kurokawa was indeed acquainted with Jinyu Ji, and even secretly sponsored Jinyu Ji's tuition.

Everything confirmed Huang's thoughts: Jinyu Ji and Lord Kurokawa were indeed related to the Federation, but it was not entirely for the simplest and crude reason of "undercover". Otherwise, how could Jinyu Ji be hunted down by the Federation people at the same time as them?

Yimulian decided to find a time to meet Master Kurokawa, after he recovered from the drought.

Huang spent far less time resting in bed than the doctor estimated. The plaster cast was removed on the seventh day, and No. 12 was alive and kicking on the ground.After he went to the ground, he did three things with great fanfare. First, he gritted his teeth and submitted a plan for setting up a task force, strictly confiscating all the signal jammers that slipped through the black market; female guide; the third...

Looking at him with deep eyes, his heart moved.

Yimulian couldn't help but release his mental tentacles to feel the emotions in the cloud of Huang Consciousness, which shouldn't be too much...

He has been careful not to go beyond that thunder pond, isn't this the day he's been waiting for?He still remembered how great his mentality was when he thought he was going to die. How could he say Amitabha Buddha like a saint after he was out of danger?

Huang Zhengshen said: "Yimulian, I want to take you to a place."

Yimulian couldn't stop his heart from beating fast at all, and his act of pretending to be calm might be a fig leaf in Huangyan's eyes: "What?"

"You will know when you go."

Then they came to the shooting training room of the army headquarters.

Yimulian: "..."

"What are you thinking about? Distraction is a taboo in shooting, the general should be very clear." Huang interrupted his recollection, as if he was dissatisfied with Yi Mulian's behavior that seemed to run away.

Yimulian sighed, and said okay, okay, and took the gun again.He confirmed that his movements were in place. The Type 92 had a strong recoil. He held the gun in his right hand, and supported his right hand with his left hand. His arms were stretched into a straight line. His eyes looked through the sight, and he overlapped the sight, muzzle, and bullseye as much as possible...

It should be almost there, he was about to pull the trigger when Huang suddenly stretched out his hand.

What is this for?

Before he could react, Huang flicked his forehead lightly: "Who is the shooting teacher?"

Yimulian couldn't remember a bit: "Yuan... Yuan instructor?"

"He taught you to shoot with one eye open and one eye closed?" Huang patted him on the shoulder, his patience was outrageous, and Yimulian almost wondered if Huang just got up from the hospital bed, the militant Sentinel Gene In secret: "Shooting with eyes closed will fatigue the facial muscles, which will cause deviations in breathing and heartbeat, and affect the final result. The practice of the Sentinel Academy is to shield the left eye vision as much as possible, and close the hearing when necessary. Guidance Academy is only an elective requirement."

Is his marksmanship really so bad that Huang devoted himself so much to teaching him?Yimulian replied sadly, "Okay."

"Also, you..."

Huang put down the things in his hands, stood behind him, and adjusted Yimulian's gun posture in meditation: "The body is at a 45-degree angle with the right arm, so that the impact of the recoil will be less." He stared at Yimulian up and down again as he spoke. I read it several times, pasted it on the back of Yimulian's head, and checked the three concentric circles of aiming, muzzle, and target again. I still felt something strange, so I stretched out my legs and pushed Yimulian's back knee: "Slightly bending the knees will make the Your center of gravity is more stable, and don't forget...why is your heart beating so fast?"

Yimu opened his mouth again and again, and choked out a sentence for a long time: "High fighting spirit?"

I don't know if it was to cover up, Huang took a step back and patted him on the shoulder: "Try."

The most important thing in shooting is mentality. How could he still hit the target with his heart beating like this!Shooting requires people to get rid of all distracting thoughts, and use the index finger to fire evenly and slowly backwards and pull the trigger calmly and without any external influence. It is best to be able to know that one's heartbeat is stable for a few beats per second, but his heart is not affected by himself at all. Control, just like flying out to have a dancing youth.

Under such difficult conditions, Admiral Ichimoku pulled the trigger with difficulty.

The bullet finally hit the outermost circle of the target, and the two of them fell silent.

Yimulian even wanted to explain that he really didn't find someone to take the exam back then, but it just happened to be bad luck on the day of the exam...

He originally thought that Huang would say something more, such as making fun of him, but he didn't expect Huang to simply say: "Just work harder." After speaking, he patted his back and went to cool off.

Yimulian sighed helplessly, reassuring himself that at least the crucial shot was on target, although he did not deserve the credit—the moment when he flew out to shoot that day, the whole world was clear, so clear He was unbelievable, but he returned to normal afterwards, still in that 200-degree blurry world.

He realized that it was "sympathy".

The reason why his shot was so accurate was not only because he was desperate, but also because he borrowed Huang's eyesight.

——It can be described as a flash in the pan, and I don’t know when the next time will be.

Yimulian held the "borrowed" 92-style in his hand, and searched for the classmate records of the year in his mobile phone - he should have the communication number of his mentor Yuan Boya... He knew that it was indispensable for him to make up for it for a while .He needs this skill in order to better stand beside Marshal Huang.

There is one and only him.

On the other end of the phone, the Boya instructor answered the phone readily, and when he learned that the caller was Yimulian who had no interest in shooting back then, he exclaimed repeatedly: "Even my classmates will have such a change of face! It's really rare, but the military academy is here. After you graduated, you canceled the optional course of the Guidance Institute, and I count... 25 classes."

That is to say, Huang's guidance academy in that year actually didn't have the subject of shooting.Yimulian was secretly delighted: "Yes, instructor, is the shooting range still there?"

"The shooting range is not demolished. I went to teach other classes, but if you need it, I know the shooting tutor of the Sentinel Academy. Do you need me to contact him for you?" Yuan Boya was kind. Failed.

Yimulian responded gratefully, and wrote down the communication number Yuan Boya gave.

Based on previous experience, Huang's passion for teaching him to shoot may not last for a few days, not to mention that he can't practice with peace of mind when Huang is around, so how can he improve?

Yuan Boya quickly negotiated with him, and told him that if he was free this afternoon, he could go and have a look, and there happened to be a cram school.

Yimulian put away the 92 that Huang gave carefully, and replied that it was fine.

Knowing that he has been in the limelight recently, Marshal Huang still swaggers and drives that dazzling Rolls-Royce, for fear that others will not know that he is still alive and well, making Yimu even get nervous when he gets in the car.It wasn't until the car drove out of the military headquarters that Huang turned the music in the car to the loudest and said, "There's news from that box."

Yimulian pricked up his ears.

When the paper factory collapsed, the replica of the so-called box was also buried under the ruins. After Yimulian woke up, he personally brought a group of people to dig out the box.This little gadget is exquisite, it has not been completely crushed after being smashed into a sieve by a machine gun and buried in the ground by a huge boulder for a day.The thing in the box was just as Yimulian thought, it was a recording box, but there were two other things in the recording box.

— two hairs.

Judging by the color, one of them should come from Jinyu Ji. After investigating the work files of the White Tower, he also confirmed his idea.The DNA from the other hair was not found in the Imperial database, and it is 90.00% likely to be from a Union soldier.

Yimulian's expression suddenly became more serious: "How?"

"The technical department judged that the voice was produced." Huang said.Probably because his music was too loud, the person in the car in front turned around and gave him the middle finger.

"...with DNA?"

"About."

The meaning of these words is not simple.It's a good thing that Jinyu Ji didn't really get caught, but she really disappeared.Not only that, but what is the concept of making a voice with just the DNA information of a hair?When did the Federation's technology become so advanced?

No, maybe technology leadership is normal.

Isn't that why the federation has annexed so many countries?

Yimulian fell silent, knowing that he was going to be busy with the federation's affairs recently—although the federation hadn't made any movement in the past half month, who knew if he would be stabbing in the dark again?But no matter what, business is indispensable.

"I want to go to the military academy, just get off at the transfer station." He said cautiously.

"I'll take you there." Huang was very straightforward and didn't ask any more questions.

When the car drove up to the gate of the military academy, the security guards were much more discerning than passers-by, and saw that it was the Marshal's car, so he let it go.

The car finally stopped at the dividing line between the Sentinel Yard and the Guidance Yard, which was the busiest stadium back then.

Yimulian didn't have the nerve to say that I actually came to find the coach, but would it be mad to say so?He had no choice but to say: "Just get here, and I will go back with the car of the military department later."

Huang insisted on following, "Why, is there something shady?"

Yimulian was speechless at that time, walked in and saw that there was indeed a sentry leading a group of young people to train in the shooting range.Huang's expression wasn't very good at that time, but it was just not very good.He walked up to say hello to the instructor, but before he could say "Hello", his face turned blue.

Huang's face was as green as his, almost black.

——This instructor was his blind date at the banquet!

tbc

Instructor Yuan Boya really didn’t do it on purpose hahahahaha he doesn’t work in the White Tower and doesn’t even know about it

* Empathy: Sentinels and guides above the level of spiritual integration can feel each other's emotions and even physical sensations.The degree is determined by the distance, fit and ability of both parties.There is even a certain probability that you can hear the voice heard by the other party and see the scene seen by the other party.