We asked you to solve cases, and here you are sharing your criminal experiences?

The air at the training base was thick with the smell of gunpowder.

The firing range is located at the deepest part of the base and is a semi-open indoor space.

Song Qianxia followed at the very back of the group like a lost soul.

A middle-aged man in an instructor's uniform was already standing in the shooting range.

"Old Gu, are you bringing your men to practice today?" Instructor Chen greeted him with a smile.

Gu Tingchen nodded.

"Night Owls are too arrogant. I need to keep everyone in the team on their toes."

Old Chen pointed to the rows of black guns displayed on the long table.

"They're all freshly maintained. Plenty of bullets."

Song Qianxia secretly glanced at the table.

The guns included a Type 92 heavy pistol, a Type 79 submachine gun, and even two old-fashioned sniper rifles.

She glanced at it and made her judgment in her mind.

The barrel of that Type 79 rifle is worn out; it will definitely jam when firing in bursts.

The Type 92 rifle's sights were clearly deflected two millimeters to the left.

This is what you call "just taken care of"? This instructor's skills are terrible.

Although she was thinking this to herself, Song Qianxia put on a terrified expression on her face.

"Oh my god!" She exaggeratedly took a big step back.

"A real gun! What if it accidentally goes off?!"

Her reaction was so realistic that even Old Chen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Old Gu, where did you find this clown?" Old Chen pointed at Song Qianxia.

Gu Tingchen didn't speak, but just gave her a cold look.

Lin Wan couldn't wait to step forward.

She picked up a Type 92 pistol and skillfully removed the magazine to check it.

With a "snap," the movement was very swift.

"Instructor, let me try it first." Lin Wan put on the earmuffs.

She walked to target position number one, spread her legs, and held the gun with both hands.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He fired three shots in quick succession.

Old Chen picked up the binoculars, took a look, and nodded approvingly.

"Not bad. One nine-ring, two eight-rings. Solid fundamentals."

Lin Wan raised her chin smugly and deliberately glanced at Song Qianxia.

Zhao Ming and Xiao Wang also stepped forward to try it out.

Everyone's grades were passable, after all, they were all veteran criminal police officers who graduated from regular police academies.

The gunfire at the firing range was deafening.

Song Qianxia huddled on a bench in the corner, covering her ears tightly, pretending to look pitiful, weak, and helpless.

"Song Qianxia, ​​it's your turn." Gu Tingchen's voice came through the gap in the gunfire.

Song Qianxia shook her head frantically.

"I can't, I can't." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Captain Gu, I've always been a coward. I don't even dare to set off firecrackers during Chinese New Year."

She blinked and tried to squeeze out two tears.

"I'm naturally weak; I can't even open a mineral water bottle cap normally."

Lin Wan sneered from the side.

"Can't open the bottle cap? That day in the cafeteria, you carried three bowls of ramen with extra meat and ran faster than a rabbit."

"That's for food!" Song Qianxia retorted confidently.

She turned to look at Gu Tingchen, continuing to feign weakness.

"Captain Gu, this gun is too loud. And the recoil is so strong, it could break my wrist."

Old Chen, watching from the side, also felt it was a bit risky.

"Old Gu, this young lady doesn't seem to be up to the task. Maybe we should just let it go."

Zhao Ming also tried to smooth things over.

"Yes, Captain Gu, Xiao Song is just an intern. If there's any real danger, we'll just hold the line."

Everyone is speaking up for her.

Song Qianxia was secretly delighted.

Yes, yes, that's it. Just treat me like a useless piece of trash and worship me.

however.

Gu Tingchen wasn't buying it at all.

He strode to the long table and scanned the pile of guns.

At last.

His gaze was fixed on a black, heavy tactical pistol.

This gun has an extremely large caliber and incredible power.

However, it also has the most excessive recoil of all handguns.

Even a seasoned veteran detective would feel numb after firing five shots.

Gu Tingchen picked up the gun and walked directly in front of Song Qianxia.

"Here you go." He handed over the gun.

Song Qianxia stared at the cold, hard weapon, her eyes twitching wildly.

This living devil is definitely doing it on purpose!

Of all the lightweight guns available, he chose this heavy pistol that jarred his wrist!

"Captain Gu." Song Qianxia said with a mournful face.

"Is it too late for me to apply for a clerical position? I think the stamping work in the household registration department is perfect for me."

"Too late." Gu Tingchen uttered three words, cold and ruthless.

He shoved the gun directly into Song Qianxia's hand.

The familiar metallic feel and weight came through.

Song Qianxia didn't even need to look to know that the magazine of this gun was full of live ammunition, weighing about 1.2 kilograms.

But she pretended to be unsteady on her feet and suddenly sank her hand down.

"Ouch, it's so heavy!" Song Qianxia held the gun in both hands as if it were a hot potato.

"Captain Gu, this thing is too heavy, I can't lift it at all."

Gu Tingchen just watched her act quietly.

He knew all too well how good this girl was at pretending.

At the chemical plant, she climbed the sixth-floor exterior wall with her bare hands, her movements as swift as a black panther.

Now he can't even lift a gun that weighs one kilogram?

That's a lie.

"If you can't lift it, practice until you can." Gu Tingchen pointed to the fifth target at the very edge.

"Go over there. We'll have lunch after we finish this magazine."

The moment I heard the word "lunch".

Song Qianxia's weakness was instantly struck.

"Can we eat right after the treatment?" Her eyes lit up.

Gu Tingchen nodded.

Song Qianxia sighed.

Okay, it's just shooting.

At worst, I'll just shoot all the birds flying in the sky and not hit a single one.

This way, I can both prove that I'm useless and get to work quickly.

perfect.

Song Qianxia, ​​clutching the heavy pistol, reluctantly walked toward target number five.