Half an hour later, Chen Mo and Zhang Jun each took their own passes and took a taxi to the suburbs of City X.
Standing at the blue dungeon portal of the underground commercial shooting range, Chen Mo glanced at the blood-red level 20 recommended dungeon level on the portal and bypassed the portal.
He obediently handed the note in his hand to the old man guarding the induction door at the commercial shooting range.
The old man, who seemed to be at retirement age, squinted his eyes and held the flashlight and looked at the handwriting on the note for a long time.
He nodded, accepted the note, waved his hand and let them walk through the induction door.
While taking them into the shooting range, he said silly: "A pistol bullet is 60, a rifle bullet is 150, and the one that can be used include a 54 pistol and a 95 rifle.
Oh! By the way, there is also a QSZ92 semi-automatic one. I will give you money first and then practice. When a novice is practicing guns, there must be a coach around me. The hourly salary of the coach is 500 yuan.
The number of bullets I bought and used in the number of shells must be matched. How about it? Do you understand enough?"
"Yeah! I understand!"
Chen Mo nodded repeatedly to show that he understood, and Zhang Jun beside him also nodded after being pulled by Chen Mo.
"Just understand..."
When the old man saw both of them nodded, smiled with satisfaction, and sent the two of them to the bullet warehouse of the commercial shooting range: "Okay, tell the people inside what guns and bullets you want to practice! Let me find me when you come out!"
"Hey! Brother Mo, what are you doing here? The gun is not fun at all. You pulled me to the municipal party committee office building. I thought you were going to take me here for what, but I didn't expect you to play with guns here!"
On this side, when the old man left, he had been tricked by Chen Mo's mother since he met Chen Mo's mother until now, Zhang Jun finally spoke.
He saw with his own eyes how Chen Mo asked for approval from his mother in his name, and how he helped him ask for approval from his father in his name.
During this process, looking at the smooth operation, Zhang Jun really wanted to ask: "Brother Mo, why are you so skillful?!"
Unfortunately, Chen Mo had no time to pay attention to him at this moment. He had already stepped into the warehouse of the commercial shooting range. First, he bowed to the staff at the commercial shooting range with a smile: "Hello brothers and sisters!" Then, he came to the registration and said to a staff member of the aunt age with a smile: "Sister, please give me 30 rounds of 45 caliber pistols and ammunition, and then a matching Type 54 pistol.
Sister, I didn’t ask for a coach. Can I play with a few more bullets?”
"ah?"
A clerk in the suburban commercial shooting range who was holding his fat face and thinking of his son studying suddenly heard Chen Mo call her sister. He was slightly stunned and saw a handsome guy about the same age as her son handing over 1,800 yuan.
After looking at Chen Mo's handsome face and the skillful caliber of the pistol bullets reported, I couldn't help but feel good about it and thought, "Which leader's son is this? He is so sweet-mouthed and handsome. You can tell at a glance which leader is the descendant of a big leader.
If only our silly roe deer could do this."
Thinking of this in my heart, she didn't ask Chen Mo if he hired a coach. She took the money skillfully and wrote the words "30 rounds of 45 caliber bullets, a Type 54 pistol" on the gun ticket. After stamping, she tore off the secondary ticket and pushed it out of the small window, saying, "Give the ticket to Lao Li, who looked at the warehouse, and let him get you a gun and bullet."
"Thank you sister!"
Seeing the receipt, Chen Mo bowed happily and was about to run to the warehouse to get bullets. Seeing that Chen Mo had saved at least 500 yuan after a while of operation, Zhang Jun was stunned by the sight.
Standing in front of the cashier and staring at the female cashier's big face that looked older than her mother, Zhang Jun worked hard for a long time but couldn't shout out the words "sister". Finally, he said obediently: "Auntie, give me a Type 95 rifle and three sets of ammunition."
The female cashier looked up at Zhang Jun's obscene smiling face and rolled her eyes: "Where is the coach you hired?"
"Hey hey hey...!"
Zhang Jun scratched the back of his head and smiled foolishly: "I have been here many times before. Can you stop hiring a coach?"
"No~ OK!" The female cashier shook her head in her heart, thinking that the children of these nouveau riche's little officials were incomparable to the descendants of the big leader: "Depending on your appearance, you should also be the children of which little leader, right? Do you understand this? It's a rule that you hire a coach to watch for your own good! And don't think that you've touched the gun a few times and be a veteran. Tell you, it's still a long way to go!"
Speaking of this, she looked at Zhang Jun with a serious look: "Your parents should have just taken the leadership position, right? How about it? Is it the section chief or the director? It seems that you don't understand the situation.
Let me tell you that no one can be treated specially in our shooting range! You don’t want to cause trouble for yourself, causing your parents to lose their jobs, right?
OK, be good, go and hire a coach to follow me!"
So, Zhang Jun, as the mayor and son, could only go to pay for a shooting coach, and then come and buy bullets.
At this time, Chen Mo, a "descendant of the big leader", had already obtained the 30 rounds of pistols and ammunition of 45 caliber and a Type 54 pistol from the bullet warehouse. Chen Mo heard the warehouse administrator "Lao Li" say that he should keep the shells, and the number of shells and bullets should match when he goes out.
In short, when everything was over, Chen Mo was finally able to come to a corner of the shooting range and took out the [m1917 American-made Smith Wesson] stored in the inventory.
He opened the bullet casing, took out the six empty bullet casings inside, and pressed six more bullets on them.
Chen Mo began to regret the shells he had thrown away before. The shells he had thrown away before were not shells, but bullets!
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"
In short, Chen Mo and Chen Mo, who spent 1,800 yuan to buy only six bullets, had a pretty happy afternoon.
The two of them played thirty bullets until after six o'clock in the evening, and then they took a bus back home from the suburban shooting range.
At the same time, the agents of the Dragon Tooth Bureau far away in the center of City X also received a reply from the director of the capital: "You can contact the targets and ask what they want and what they can provide.
The box of capsules you sent last time is quite interesting. After experiments, academicians of the Chinese Academy of Sciences have proved that the ingredients in those capsules can indeed effectively extend the biological life span.
The "cockroach milk" in that empty bottle also has the effect of accelerating wound healing and recovering fatigue quickly.
Those props are also determined to have special powers that directly make people stronger.
Chapter completed!