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

Lin Wan was indeed terrified when Song Qianxia pointed a gun at her.

But after she calmed down, her competitive spirit surged to the top of her head.

She was a shooting champion at a proper police academy for three consecutive years.

Today I was actually outdone by someone who usually just eats snacks and slacks off all the time?

How could she possibly swallow this insult!

"Let's have a competition!" Lin Wan strode over and casually picked up a brand-new Type 92 pistol.

She glared fiercely at Song Qianxia.

"I refuse to believe that a complete beginner like you, who only practiced by shooting balloons, can get a perfect score of ten every time!"

Song Qianxia was suffering inside.

She had barely managed to get away with that tactical maneuver using a ridiculous excuse.

Are they going to put her on the fire now?

"Captain Gu, isn't this unnecessary?" Song Qianxia quickly hid behind Gu Tingchen.

"My wrist really hurts so much, I can't even hold chopsticks properly now. I'll have to use a spoon to eat at the seafood buffet later."

Gu Tingchen gave her no chance to escape.

He picked up another Type 92 pistol from the table and shoved it into Song Qianxia's arms.

"The rules of the competition are very simple," Gu Tingchen said, looking at the two of them.

"Each person gets ten bullets. The distance is twenty-five meters. Whoever gets the highest score wins."

Gu Tingchen paused for a moment.

"The loser pays for the seafood buffet at noon today."

The moment I heard the words "pay the bill".

Song Qianxia's eyes widened instantly.

The top-notch seafood buffet in Jiangcheng costs at least 800 yuan per person!

The task force, including the instructors, consists of six people. If they lose, she will lose half a month's salary.

"Compare!"

Song Qianxia took the gun without hesitation, and the weak expression on her face vanished instantly.

Anyone who dares to touch her money is her mortal enemy!

Lin Wan sneered, put on her goggles and earmuffs, and walked to target position number one.

Song Qianxia reluctantly moved to target position number two.

"Ready." Old Chen acted as the temporary referee, raising the stopwatch in his hand.

"start!"

Lin Wan immediately raised her gun, her posture so perfect it could be used to slap a textbook cover.

She adjusted her breathing and controlled the rhythm of her body.

"Bang!"

First shot, nine rings.

Without pausing, she continued firing steadily.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After firing all ten bullets, Lin Wan removed the magazine and let out a long breath.

Old Chen took a look through his binoculars.

"Lin Wan, total score of 95 rings! An excellent score!" Old Chen announced loudly.

Zhao Ming and Xiao Wang clapped their hands on the side.

Indeed, this is a very high score for an ordinary field criminal police officer.

Lin Wan raised her chin triumphantly and looked at Song Qianxia provocatively.

"Your turn. Hopefully, what that stall owner taught you will still work."

Song Qianxia stood there, gripping the gun in her hand, her mind in turmoil.

Beating Lin Wan is easy; as long as she plays normally, she can score a perfect score even with her eyes closed.

But that would be too high-profile.

Gu Tingchen is definitely watching her.

But you could lose on purpose.

The thought of having to pay 5,000 yuan for the meal made her heart bleed.

The goal is to find the perfect balance between keeping a low profile and protecting one's wallet.

This takes more brainpower than defusing a composite bomb.

Song Qianxia sighed and slowly raised her gun.

She's made up her mind: she'll aim for 96 points!

He was just one ring ahead of Lin Wan, so he won the money for the meal and could pretend it was just good luck.

For her first shot, she deliberately tilted her wrist, trying to hit an eight-ring.

result.

Just as the gun was fired, Lin Wan snorted coldly from the side.

This cold snort ignited Song Qianxia's anger, and she subconsciously tightened her grip on her fingers.

"Bang!"

The bullseye.

Song Qianxia's lips twitched slightly.

Damn it, of all times, my competitive spirit had to kick in at this moment.

For the second shot, she closed her left eye and tried to make her aim sway.

Aim at the outermost white area.

"Bang!"

Another rings.

Song Qianxia was really panicked now.

This body's muscle memory is practically addictive; as long as you're holding a gun and see a target, it will automatically lock onto the perfect three-point alignment.

This is practically a passive skill; you can't turn it off at all!

Xiao Wang, who was standing next to him, shouted excitedly.

"Song, stay calm! At this rate, you're sure to get a perfect score!"

No!

Who wants to give it a perfect score?!

Song Qianxia wanted to cry but had no tears.

For the third shot, she simply closed both eyes.

Can I just shoot randomly?

"Bang!"

Nine rings.

Song Qianxia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, that's the rhythm.

In the next few shots, Song Qianxia used all the skills she had acquired in her life.

Intentionally breathing unevenly, deliberately shaking your hands, and deliberately slipping your feet at the moment of firing.

She was like a clown performing acrobatics on stage, using all sorts of inhuman shooting techniques.

The sight made Old Chen, who was standing next to him, frown.

Gu Tingchen watched her movements, which resembled a shamanistic ritual, and his brow twitched twice.

This girl is really going all out to hide her true strength.

"Bang!"

The last bullet was fired.

Song Qianxia felt even more tired than after running a 10-kilometer cross-country run.

Intentionally missing the target is just too much trouble.

She threw the gun on the table and quickly turned to look at Old Chen.

"Instructor, how many rings?"

Old Chen held up his binoculars and calculated for a while.

He put down his binoculars, his expression very strange.

"Song Qianxia." Old Chen paused.

"There are two 10-rings, three 9-rings, and four 8-rings..."

Lin Wan's eyes lit up when she heard this.

If Song Qianxia gets eight rings after that, her total score will definitely not exceed ninety-five rings!

"The last shot hit the edge of the frame, a seven-ring shot."

Old Chen announced the final results.

"Total: 96 rings."

The entire room fell silent for three seconds.

Xiao Wang was the first to jump up.

"Beautiful! A close call! Song, you're amazing!"

Song Qianxia let out a long sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, the five thousand yuan is saved.

Lin Wan stood there, the color draining from her face instantly.

She stared intently at the target paper in the distance, refusing to believe the result.

After three years of hard training in shooting, I actually lost to an intern who couldn't even hold a gun properly.

And it was exactly one point won.

This is even more painful than slapping her twice.

This is pure humiliation!

Lin Wan's body trembled slightly, and her eyes uncontrollably reddened.

Song Qianxia looked at Lin Wan, who seemed on the verge of collapse.

Based on the principle that colleagues should love and care for each other, she felt it was necessary to offer some comfort.

Song Qianxia walked to Lin Wan's side and patted her on the shoulder.

His face was filled with a sincere smile.

"Sister Lin Wan, don't be sad."

Song Qianxia spoke softly, like a caring older sister.

"Actually, you're already very capable. Really."

She blinked her innocent, big eyes.

"I just got incredibly lucky today, my touch was just exceptionally good."

"Look at my last few shots, my posture was completely messed up, and I almost broke the instructor's thermos."

Song Qianxia became more and more enthusiastic as she spoke.

"Your skills are genuine, mine are all thanks to luck. In terms of skill, you're definitely stronger!"

That sounds like a compliment.

But paired with Song Qianxia's beaming face after winning money.

It was like stabbing Lin Wan in the heart.

Is this a gift from God?

This is more hurtful than saying "you're a piece of trash".

Lin Wan was so angry that her chest heaved.

She flung Song Qianxia's hand away.

Stop with your crocodile tears!

Lin Wan, her eyes red, glared fiercely at Song Qianxia.

"I don't need your pity! Next time, I'll definitely win!"

After saying that, Lin Wan ran out of the shooting range without looking back.

Song Qianxia watched Lin Wan's retreating figure and innocently shrugged.

"Deputy Captain Zhao, look. These days, nobody believes you when you tell the truth."

Zhao Ming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, thinking to himself, "You're not telling the truth at all."

This is a textbook example of how to make shrimp and pork heart (a Chinese idiom meaning to cram shrimp into pig's heart).

Gu Tingchen looked at Song Qianxia's smug expression, as if she had gotten a good deal but was still acting innocent.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"Alright, let's call it a day." Gu Tingchen turned and walked out.

"Old Zhou, take them to the restaurant to order first."

Everyone cheered and immediately went to pack their equipment.

Just as Song Qianxia was about to slip away into the crowd.

"Song Qianxia".

Gu Tingchen's voice came, neither too loud nor too soft.

"Stay here and help me clean up these spent cartridge cases."