At first, the police officers of the security section were not very interested in the solemn arrival.

The chief of the security section is Liu Zhenzan, a retired officer of the Navy Binhai Base.

"Section Chief, this is my old classmate, a scout from the Army's reconnaissance unit, who happened to be visiting his home. I brought him here for guidance."

Seeing Li Yang bring Zhuang Yan to the shooting range and introduce his old classmates to him, Liu Zhenzan just nodded at Zhuang Yan with a smile, and said, "Welcome to the guidance!"

These few threw out the exit, and then turned around and started to rage towards his group of unsatisfactory subordinates.

"Look at what you hit just now. It's only 15 meters long. Even if you pick up a rock, you can hit such a big target! You can't hit it with a gun!"

The one who was reprimanded by Section Chief Liu was a male police officer in his thirties, wearing a pair of glasses, named Zhu Juncun.

Zhu Juncun is also an old man in the security department. He is usually responsible for the internal affairs of the office. He is the kind of role that organizes files and occasionally writes some text materials to Corey.

He is not a professional, but a corporate police officer. Because of his outstanding writing skills, he was favored by the former section chief, and he was transferred from the company to become a serious police officer.

In the past, in a place like the Public Security Division, no matter the serious case, it only dealt with public security cases, and they were all public security cases such as pornography, gambling, drugs, etc. Corey had a field team, which was specially responsible for this work, so the one on the back office was pinned to The gun in the waist is simply a decoration.

In the 1990s, police officers could take their guns home with them and keep them for themselves.

Later, because of a lot of things, the gun was lost, which caused extremely serious consequences.

Losing a gun is also a half-life for the police.

There is a saying in the industry, if you lose your gun, you have to wait for the gun to ring.

If you lose money, first you have to be suspended for investigation, and then you don't have to go to work until the gun is found.

If the gun safety is recovered safely, maybe the least may be punished with a major demerit and demoted, which is already a great fortune in misfortune. I have to open champagne to celebrate, and go to the ancestral grave to thank my ancestors for their blessings.

If your life is bad, the gun goes off, the criminal who stole the gun or picked it up does something illegal or criminal, or even commits a murder, then you wash your August 15 (ass) and prepare to carry it A man charged with dereliction of duty goes to jail and enjoys free labor leave.

Because of this, after 2000, the chances of the police being able to touch the gun are even less.

Many police stations and even 2-3 people on duty that day will take out their own pistols from the gun cabinet and carry them with them for use in the police. Guns, the future is ruined, people may still be in prison.

Therefore, the front-line police may still have a chance to use guns, and the criminal police will use more opportunities than the front-line police, and the police officers in Corey's internal affairs and household registration, etc., hardly touch the gun.

And our Comrade Zhu Juncun belongs to the last category.

What's more, if you fire a shot, you must write a report. If you do a good job, you will be criticized and punished if you don't.

Over time, no one wants to shoot unless there is a critical moment.

If it weren't for the presence of a chief who had worked in the major case office this time, I'm afraid that Zhu Juncun would not have to go to the shooting range to practice guns several times when he retired from his police career.

"Section Chief, there's something wrong with this gun!" Zhu Juncun grumbled, "It can't be shot!"

"A lot of people can hit the target, why can't you?" Liu Zhenzan was unhappy, he felt that Zhu Juncun was just making an excuse: "You said the earth has no gravity?"

Zhu Juncun said, "Head of the section, there aren't many in our section who can hit the target, right?"

Liu Zhenzan said: "I'm 49 years old, and I can play it too."

Zhu Juncun continued to find reasons: "Senior chief, you are different. You have been an officer, you have played with pistols, and your level is different. I used to write materials in the company!"

These words are half-deprecating and half-flattering.

Liu Zhenzan listened, and his tone was not so irritable. He immediately became a lot more gentle and drizzle: "Xiao Zhu, if the gun doesn't work, then borrow it from someone else."

He turned his head and said to Li Yang, "Li Yang, your gun is new. I'll lend it to Xiao Zhu."

While the section chiefs Liu Zhenzan and Zhu Juncun were talking nonsense about the gun, Li Yang and Zhuang Yan were chatting quietly in the firing area outside the shooting ground.

Section Chief Liu Zhenzan was indifferent to the solemn attitude, which made Li Yang a little embarrassed and humiliated.

After all, Zhuang Yan was called by himself. Originally, as a novice in the security department who had been working for more than a year, Li Yang did this just to gain a certain sense of recognition.

The people in the public security department are serious. Li Yang only got the post of the public security department by relying on his father, the deputy director, not his personal ability.

If a person is always considered to rely on his father's generation to achieve success, it is very annoying. Like all the second-generation officials, Li Yang also wants to be recognized by others for his ability and vision.

In fact, there was one thing that Li Yang didn't understand himself.

If it weren't for his father being the deputy director, there would be no possibility of bringing Zhuang Yan to the shooting range.

Liu Zhenzan just wanted to give some face to Li Yang, the deputy director, before letting him bring Zhuang Yan, an outsider, to the police academy shooting range. If it was someone else, Liu Zhenzan would immediately refuse without even thinking about it.

Hearing Liu Zhenzan calling him, Li Yang quickly stood up.

"My gun is also an old gun. When I came to get it, it was left by the old man before, not a new gun."

Lao He is an old policeman of the Public Security Department. When Li Yang came in, he had just retired and gave Li Yang the gun.

"Just give him a try."

Liu Zhenzan also has his reasons for saying so.

Because Li Yang's shooting is considered at the top level in Corey, after all, he is a young man who has only graduated from the police academy for more than a year, and his shooting skills are not finished yet.

Li Yang went up and handed his gun to Zhu Juncun, who replaced the magazine with live ammunition, held the gun with one hand, akimbo, aimed at a target 15 meters away, and fired a bang.

All eyes were on the target not far away.

After the shooting was over, the magazine was unloaded, and everyone ran to see it.

When someone saw it, they squatted on the ground holding their stomachs.

"Ouch! Lao Zhu, your target paper is cleaner than your face!"

Zhu Juncun is an internal worker, so he works in the office all the year round. He has thin skin and tender meat, and is notoriously white.

I heard about running a target.

Zhu Juncun was dumbfounded.

Section Chief Liu Zhenzan's nose crooked with anger.

"This time, it's not the gun's problem! It's your problem!"

Zhu Juncun was also puzzled.

This is clearly aimed at the target~lightnovelpub.net~ The notch front sight is also clearly on the right side, why pull the trigger and the bullet will fly?

Evil door!

"I'm clearly aiming well!"

He defended feebly, but it attracted more laughter.

"Can I try it?"

A voice came from behind everyone.

Everyone turned back and saw the young man Li Yang brought, wearing jeans, sneakers and a denim top.

It is said that this kid is a soldier?

Everyone suddenly became interested.

I don't know if a pistol can work?

This is the question on everyone's mind.