"Let's rest here until one o'clock in the afternoon, and I'll look for your official documents about the gun."

Old Betsy rummaged through the pile of papers on the table. The clerk's office was not that big.

Two desks are connected to each other, and two benches are placed in front of the desks, facing a window with curtains.

A small single-door wardrobe is placed next to the door, and a long wooden bench and a coffee table are placed opposite the wardrobe.

"I found it. You can take this to the basement in the afternoon to get your holster and fifty rounds of ammunition. The person on duty in the weapons room today should be Commons. You can ask him to teach you how to shoot."

Old Betsy handed over an official document bearing the official seal of the Konya Police Department.

Through a set of stone steps, the basement is separated from the steps by an iron door.

The gas lamp was bright and yellow, illuminating the figure. When he knocked on the iron door, he felt the cold black iron.

"Who?" came a deep bass.

"Good afternoon Mr. Commons. I am the new clerk Annick. Old Betsy asked me to come here to get my gun and practice shooting."

Hearing a crash, a grilled window opened on the iron door, and a middle-aged man who looked a little haggard showed his head.

"I heard that there is a new clerk here. Give me your official document for receiving the gun, and show me your ID. There are weapons and ammunition in it. Please be careful, please forgive me."

"I can understand, sir." After Annick handed him the official documents and certificates, and after confirming that they were correct, there was the sound of gears rotating from the iron door, and the door opened with a bang.

When Annick walked inside, he felt as if he had entered a small gun shop. There were four or five revolvers on a glass counter, and several paper boxes were placed next to the pistols. The paper boxes were filled according to different types of bullets.

Yellow bullets.

There are two wooden shelves behind the counter. On the left are five long single-shot rifles, and next to the rifles are four shorter double-barreled shotguns. The shelves on the right are filled with black wooden batons.

"A single-action revolver, fifty rounds of ammunition. Have you ever used a gun before?" Commons asked as he closed the iron door.

"I have only seen my father use a gun when hunting. Of course, he is a retired military officer and we can hold it legally. I have never fired a gun myself."

"Oh, then I'll teach you before you go to the shooting range in the back and get the dick for you first."

Commons opened the glass display window and took out a silver steel revolver. Under the cold body was a wooden brown grip.

Then he took out a box of pistol bullets, counted fifty bullets and put them into a small paper bag, and finally dug out a yellow cowhide holster in the drawer.

"You first put the holster through the belt and fix it on your waist." Commons handed over the holster first, and Annick put it through the belt and fixed it on the right side of his waist.

"Put the revolver in to see if it fits, and then run a few steps and jump a few times."

Annick unbuttoned the metal buckle on the holster, put the police revolver in, buckled it, then ran a few steps and jumped a few times, without feeling the gun shake.

"No problem. Finally, when you have time, you can customize a small cloth storage bag specifically for storing bullets. Take the bullets and follow me. There is a shooting range behind, and I will take you to shoot a few shots."

The shooting range is in the weapons room compartment, an empty room with several cork dummies with concentric rings placed at the end.

"Take out the revolver, open the connection between the hammer and the cylinder, load six bullets into the cylinder, and then close the gun body. Place the palm of your right hand against the grip, grasp the grip with three fingers of your right hand, and insert your right index finger into the trigger

At this point, prepare the trigger hammer with your thumb. Support your right hand with your left hand, then close your left eye, use your right eye to aim at the front sight through the rear sight, and then aim the front sight at the dummy in front." Commons guided.

Annick loaded the bullets according to his instructions and aimed the pistol at the dummy in front.

"Very good, then press the trigger with your thumb to the bottom of the hammer, then release it, and then pull the trigger with your index finger."

After Annick complied, there was a sound of "Peng!", and the gunpowder propelled the warhead flew towards the dummy, making a small hole under the wooden dummy. The recoil of the revolver made the handle feel a little numb, and there was a unique sting of gunpowder.

The smell of gunpowder smoke wafts in the air.

"Although I didn't hit the target, at least I hit the target. You should have inherited your father's genes. It's good for a newcomer to hit the target for the first time. The bullet will drop at such a long distance. You should aim higher next time

Click. Let’s shoot ten rounds today. If you listen to too many noises, you will get mild tinnitus. Just practice here by yourself. When you’re done, go find me next door. I’ll open the door for you.”

Annick then practiced aiming again and again, and then moved the crosshair slightly higher towards the center of the target.

"Peng, Peng, Peng." Fired three shots in a row, hitting the first ring and two of the second rings.

I shook my sore arm and continued to finish the remaining rounds. By the tenth round, I was already within the third ring.

"Mr. Commons, I've finished shooting. Do you have any good recommendations for stores for bullet bags?" Annick walked out of the shooting range and asked Commons who was reading the newspaper.

"From now on, just call me Commons. Just make a bullet belt out of canvas or linen according to the holster. If you don't know how to sew, you can give it to a woman in your family. Mine was made by our wife."

Si put down the newspaper in his hand and said.

It seems that the only choice is to go back and ask Irina. As for Irina, Annik feels that it is difficult for her to thread the needle through the needle hole.

After the shooting training, Annick said goodbye to Commons and returned to the office on the first floor to continue studying clerical work.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Captain Parker knocked on the door. Standing next to him were two middle-aged men. One looked more heroic, and the other looked cynical.

Wearing a dark blue uniform, there are two and three V shoulder emblems on the shoulders.

"Let's go, today is a welcome to you, and a farewell to old Betsy. These are our two official police officers, William and Cook. Outside, there are also patrolman Brownie and other patrolmen you saw in the morning.

Lum, we'll go have dinner as soon as Mrs. Michelle, the finance lady, is done with her work. Lum, go call Commons. You can get to know the night shift and vacation staff later."

Finance Mrs. Michelle has long black hair, looks smart in a black professional dress, and has a smile on her green eyes.

The dinner was at a restaurant called Cod and Sherry. Four police officers, two patrolmen, a treasurer and a chef, a total of eight people, just sat around a round table. The boss seemed to know these people very well.

"What do you want to eat? The captain is treating you anyway, so you're welcome." Old Betsey handed the menu to herself.

"Okay." Annick took the menu and pretended to look at it. As expected, the restaurants in the port specialize in seafood. As an inland person, he didn't know what to eat.

"Let's grill the lamb chops. I'm not familiar with the rest. Come on." Annick pushed the menu to the middle of the table.

"Garlic cod fillet, steamed snow crab, and some shells braised in white wine. The soup will be cream clam soup. The wine will be local champagne. The dessert will be chocolate mousse cake." The captain reported skillfully without looking at the menu.

Come up with a list of names.
Chapter completed!