I was framed for taking the civil service exam, so I joined the National Security Bureau

After pointing out the specific structures of the two guns, Old Shen finally looked up and looked directly at Zhang Xing.

But there was no approval in his eyes.

Then he pointed to the pistol hanging on the right wall and asked:

"Do you know it?"

Zhang Xing stared at the slightly rustic pistol on the wall, thought for a while and said:

"It should be a Type 64 semi-automatic pistol."

Old Shen asked again:

"Do you know which type of foreign gun it was built with reference to?"

Zhang Xing pondered for a while, then shook his head.

Although Zhang Xing had some knowledge of guns, he did not do much research on this kind of relatively old gun. Although he could roughly see from the appearance and structure that it might be a Type 64 pistol, he could not think of other detailed information.

Old Shen took down the Type 64 semi-automatic pistol and explained:

"This is indeed a Type 64 semi-automatic pistol. Its appearance and layout are designed with reference to the German Walther PP series pistols, but the internal structure and caliber are completely different. The Type 64 fires 7.62×17mm Type 64 pistol bullets, with a magazine capacity of 7 rounds and an effective range of 50 meters. Although the bullets are small, they are also very lethal at close range. The Type 64 pistol is 155 mm long, the barrel length is 86.5 mm, and the empty gun weighs 0.56 kg."

"This pistol is the pistol that I used the longest in actual combat. Although it has been eliminated now, we old guys used it very well. By the way, this is also the first semi-automatic pistol built independently in China."

As a sharpshooter himself, coupled with working in the arsenal for many years, Old Shen's research on various types of firearms must not be comparable to that of a layman like Zhang Xing.

Zhang Xing said with deep admiration:

"Old senior, I'm grateful for your advice."

Old Shen finally nodded to Zhang Xing with a little appreciation.

"You are not bad either. Although you are a layman, you seem to have some knowledge of firearms and are a firearms enthusiast."

Zhang Xing responded modestly, then took out two bottles of Lao Baigan and stated his purpose.

Old Shen glanced at the two bottles of Lao Baigan and smiled lightly.

"Geng Jianhui is smart and knows how to make you do what he likes, but I never promised him to teach you how to shoot."

"I, an old man, can't be easily bought off by two bottles of Lao Baigan."

Before coming, Team Leader Geng Jianhui had reminded Zhang Xing that Old Shen had a strange temper, so Zhang Xing was not surprised or frustrated by what he just said.

Zhang Xing said sincerely:

"Mr. Shen, if two bottles of Laobaigan don't work, then three bottles, if three bottles still don't work, then four bottles. I think there is nothing in this world that can't be solved by a big drink."

Shen Congfeng was slightly stunned.

Thinking back to all the years he had been in the National Security Bureau, it seemed that this was the first time a newcomer spoke to him in such a joking tone.

In fact, he had indeed promised Geng Jianhui to teach Zhang Xing shooting. The reason why he denied it now was just to see Zhang Xing's character.

Generally speaking, when newcomers encounter such situations, most of them will be a little nervous, say nice things, flatter, or make a begging gesture.

But Zhang Xing did nothing, just made a joke, but this joke seemed quite sincere.

So Shen Congfeng was a little distracted.

"You like to drink too?"

Shen Congfeng glanced at Zhang Xing and asked tentatively.

Zhang Xing smiled and said:

"Of course, my family lives by the sea, and my grandfather loves to drink. I tasted my first sip of wine when I was about seven years old. I stopped for a few years in the middle. When I was about 12 years old, I would occasionally accompany my grandfather to drink a little. Since then, I have been unstoppable."

"Of course, I just like to drink a few sips, and I don't know how to taste wine. I heard from our team leader that Mr. Shen not only loves to drink, but is also a wine tasting master. No matter what kind of wine, you don't have to drink it, just put it on the tip of your nose and sniff it gently, and you can immediately detect what kind of wine it is."

Shen Congfeng was naturally full of confidence when it came to the topic of wine. Although it was just a simple test, Shen Congfeng had already developed some interest in this young man.

Of course, these interests were not enough for him to agree to accept him as an apprentice now.

In terms of teaching shooting techniques, Shen Congfeng has always had his own standards. If there were no standards, I don't know how many people in the entire National Security Bureau would come to him to teach shooting.

"Stop flattering me. If you want to learn how to shoot from me, besides liking and understanding guns, there is another very important point. Your shooting comprehension must also be high enough, or in other words, you must have a certain shooting talent. Old man,I never teach mediocre people. "

Shen Congfeng is a famous sharpshooter in the history of the National Security Bureau. He has only taught shooting to three people in the bureau, one of whom is the team leader Geng Jianhui, and the other two have now become captains of the action team.

From this perspective, he has indeed never taught mediocre people.

Zhang Xing was a little stunned for a while, thinking that I haven't even touched a real gun, and I don't know if I have talent.

At this time, Shen Congfeng took out another 92-type pistol from the wall and said to Zhang Xing:

"Let's go, I'll take you to the shooting range. "

Zhang Xing was stunned for a moment. Old Shen walked out of the armory without any hesitation. Zhang Xing hurriedly followed him.

The shooting range of the National Security Bureau is on the third underground floor. It is a place for team members to practice shooting and also a place for team members to vent their stress.

The shooting range is relatively quiet today, with no one in sight.

Shen Congfeng brought Zhang Xing to the center of the shooting range and threw the Type 92 pistol directly to Zhang Xing.

"I heard that you have never touched a real gun?"

Zhang Xing nodded slightly.

"Although you understand some gun theory, you have no operating experience at all?"

Zhang Xing nodded helplessly again.

"That means that you probably can't even find the crosshairs when you shoot for the first time. "

Zhang Xing was speechless, thinking that this old man brought him to the shooting range, obviously to test him. He didn't say anything, but he wanted to hit him first? He wanted to destroy his confidence?

When Zhang Xing was depressed, Shen Congfeng smiled and said:

"Very good, you are a firearms novice with no operating experience. For a novice like you, it is very simple to test whether you have shooting talent. "

"So, there are a total of ten bullets in this gun. You shoot them all. If the total number of rings can exceed thirty rings, then you can officially join my door. "

Thirty rings?

Zhang Xing, who was always calm and rational, was also completely shocked this time.

To shoot a total of thirty rings with ten bullets, it is equivalent to an average of more than three rings per bullet.

This is indeed not difficult for experienced shooters, but the problem is that I am a complete rookie who has never even touched a gun.

"Oh, by the way, we need to set a time limit. Ten bullets must be shot within five minutes. I have a lot of things to do and can't waste too much time."

Just when Zhang Xing was speechless, Old Shen added another sentence.

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