Reborn: Still want me to be the receiver? impossible

"Hello, Mr. Shu, I am Cheng Dali;

Mr. Wang asked us to cooperate with you to open a Huahui Security Branch in Hongcheng. "

At the Zhongling Railway Station, a team of ten people stood opposite Shu Zhiqiang with their backs straight.

The leader was a big man with explosive muscles.

Shu Zhiqiang had seen him before, and he was one of the veterans Liu Ming had summoned.

The muscles on the other person's body can easily give people the illusion that they are muscular and simple-minded.

In fact, this is not the case. The Cheng Dali in front of him is very smart and is one of the top managers and coaches of Huahui Security Company.

A lot of the company's operations are done by the other party, which is why Wang Ping'an came to the other party.

"Hello, welcome to Yuzhang Zhongling." Shu Zhiqiang smiled and nodded in greeting.

"You will stay in Yuzhang for a long time in the future. I hope you will like it here."

Since this group of people came to Zhongling to open a branch, they will naturally live here in the future.

Even if you want to return to Yangcheng, you have to wait until the company is stable.

Cheng Dali had already made preparations, otherwise he wouldn't have brought anyone here.

So he nodded and shouted: "Don't worry, Mr. Shu, we will definitely run the branch in a great way!"

After a year of working experience in the head office, he was confident in starting a branch.

Shu Zhiqiang didn't say much, waved his hand and led them out of the train station.

He transferred two people from Shunfeng Logistics Company and drove a van respectively.

In addition to sending people like Cheng Dali to Hongcheng, he also assisted them in setting up a security company.

After all, this group of people were not from Yuzhang, so they had to be accompanied by two locals to get things done.

After Cheng Dali learned the identities of the two of them, he also greeted them warmly.

After the two cars left, Shu Zhiqiang went directly back to Changhu Shu's house to work as a temporary supervisor.

One day later, Shen Feng drove a van and parked at the entrance of the courtyard.

He found Shu Zhiqiang, came to his side and said in a deep voice: "Boss!"

Shu Zhiqiang glanced at him, then turned to look at Xiao Wenyun: "Honey, I'm going out!!"

"it is good!"

Then Shu Zhiqiang put his arm around Shen Feng's shoulders, and they went out and got into the van together.

He looked back and found nothing.

Shen Feng understood what he was looking for and reminded: "Boss, it's under the seat cushion!"

Shu Zhiqiang glanced at the cushion subconsciously, then raised his head and said, "Let's go to the crematorium."

Shen Feng nodded. Follow Shu Zhiqiang's instructions and drive straight to the crematorium.

Now that the gun is in place, Shu Zhiqiang naturally wants to give it a try.

The crematorium is geographically remote, surrounded by vegetation and forests, and there are villages only a few miles away.

There won't be any problem in trying the gun here. Even if someone comes, they will just treat it as shooting birds.

Half an hour later, the van stopped not far from No. 4 Middle School and could not get in.

There is no cement road here, so cars cannot pass at all.

"Get off the car and walk over." Shu Zhiqiang opened the door and got out of the car, then turned around and opened the seat cushion.

A small leather suitcase was placed steadily underneath, presumably the guy was inside.

The opponent, Shen Feng, turned around and overturned the back seat, then pulled out a long box from underneath.

After picking up their things, Shu Zhiqiang and the two walked straight towards Lao Lin behind No. 4 Middle School.

As for the van parked on the roadside, he believed no one would dare to touch it.

Soon, the two of them walked all the way to the center of the old forest.

The birds in the forest were frightened by the arrival of outsiders and flew away in all directions.

Shu Zhiqiang ignored it, squatted down and opened the leather bag in his hand.

Two pistols measuring only a dozen centimeters were placed among them, very delicate and compact.

There is a box next to it, which probably contains bullets.

This was the first time in his two lives that Shu Zhiqiang had seen and had the opportunity to touch a real gun.

This was only accessible to ordinary people in the 1980s and 1990s, and could not be seen at all after the late 1990s.

Shu Zhiqiang reached out and held the pistol in his hand, but was pushed away by Shen Feng the next second.

Shen Feng pressed Shu Zhiqiang's arm tightly and said in a deep voice: "Boss! The gun is pointing at the wrong person!"

It turned out that just when Shu Zhiqiang just picked up the gun and looked it up and down, the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Shen Feng.

As a qualified veteran, he certainly would not allow a gun to be pointed at him.

Shu Zhiqiang glanced at him, smiled awkwardly and said, "It's my first time touching a gun, so I'm a little curious."

Then he turned half sideways and pointed the gun at a bird's nest in the southeast sky.

Kakakaka......

I pressed it three times in a row, but there was no reaction at all from the pistol.

When Shen Feng saw this, he reminded him loudly: "Boss, there are no bullets in the gun, and you didn't turn on the safety."

As he spoke, Shen Feng reached for another pistol and took out a magazine from the bottom of the butt.

Shu Zhiqiang followed suit and took out the magazine from the bottom of the gun stock according to the opponent's method.

Then Shen Feng opened the small box in the box, and twenty copper-colored bullets appeared in front of them.

Then Shu Zhiqiang imitated Shen Feng and stuffed seven bullets into the magazine one by one.

“Boss, this pistol is called Browning M1910 and is made in the beautiful country;

The caliber is 7.65 mm, the gun is 153 mm long, and the magazine capacity is seven bullets;

From production to now, it must have a history of sixty or seventy years..."

Listening to Shen Feng's introduction, Shu Zhiqiang nodded with a learned expression.

Shen Feng turned on the safety, then raised his hand and pointed it at the top of a tree more than ten meters high.

The next second he coughed violently, and several birds immediately flew out of the forest.

Shen Feng's eyes narrowed and he directly pulled the trigger in his hand.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

Four deafening sounds sounded, which Shu Zhiqiang felt was very harsh.

He subconsciously raised his other hand to cover his ears, and then saw three birds falling down.

His eyes lit up, and he gave a thumbs up without hesitation: "What a marksman! What a sharpshooter!"

However, Shen Feng shook his head and sighed: "Hitting three out of four is just a pass in the army."

"It's been too long since I retired and haven't practiced shooting. I'm rusty."

Well………

Shu Zhiqiang twitched the corner of his mouth, imitated the other person, opened the safety of the gun, and then pointed it at the treetop.

Shen Feng was very discerning and punched the tree trunk directly.

The half-waist-thick tree swayed slightly, and flocks of birds flew out of it.

Shu Zhiqiang's eyes narrowed, he aimed at one and pressed the trigger.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

A series of gunshots rang out, and the huge recoil made Shu Zhiqiang's whole body fall backwards.

However, despite this, he did not stop shooting until the pistol was empty.

Shu Zhiqiang quickly sat up, looked at Shen Feng and said, "How many were hit?"

Shen Feng didn't speak, but pointed to the bird remains not far away.

If you hit one out of seven shots, there is a high probability that you hit it by luck...