"Haha, Lei Zai is a good person, come and play in the future!"

Lei Weidong's ball skills are systematically recognized as intermediate and can play as the main player in A-A.

Although A A is called a fake A by many people, Lei Weidong's level is not comparable to Lei Luo and others. On the court, it is like an adult bullying a child.

He completed three assists and a penalty kick in just halftime not only allowed Lei Luo to complete a hat-trick, but also allowed the team to defeat the opponent four-to-three.

After the game, Lei Luo was very happy. Not only did he pay the whole team, but he was 5,000 yuan per person, which was several times the salary of Lei Weidong. He also hugged Lei Weidong's shoulder and asked him to follow him, and asked Lei Weidong what he needed.

"Brother Luo, I want to learn to shoot." Taking advantage of Lei Luo's happiness, Lei Weidong made his request.

"It's good to shoot, it's good. If you are a man, you should be able to shoot." Lei Luo laughed and called Uncle Biao over.

"Brother Luo!" Seeing Lei Luo happy, Uncle Biao ran over happily and shouted respectfully.

"Your nephew has a future. I like it, so let him follow you and get transferred to the plainclothes team. From now on, you will be plainclothes sand fair, and your nephew's shooting skills will be the responsibility of you.

You can shoot as much bullets as you want, and tell the gun room that I, Lei Luo, said."

Lei Luo, who is in charge of the rights of the Xiangjiang Police Force, is the detective's position, and needs to report to the ghost guys, and other positions are just a matter of one sentence.

"Thank you, thank you, Luo Ge."

Although Uncle Biao is also a sand show in the military uniform, his plainclothes status is naturally higher than that in the military uniform. Uncle Biao is equivalent to being on the spot and immediately pulled Lei Weidong to thank Lei Luo.

"Boy, you have a future. You can become a plainclothes policeman so easily. If this continues, maybe I will call you the sir in a few years." Looking at the background of Lei Luo, Chen Xijiu and others leaving, Uncle Biao began to joke with Lei Weidong.

"Uncle Biao, don't laugh at me. I'm only in my teenage years, and it will take at least ten years to get to power. At that time, Xiangjiang didn't know what it was like."

Lei Weidong shrugged, not ecstatic about being transferred to the plainclothes group, and still respects Uncle Bei very respectful.

"It's right. No one can tell the situation more than ten years later. Let's take care of the present, go to the police station, and I'll teach you how to shoot." Uncle Biao nodded, very happy about Lei Weidong's calmness.

"Let's go, Uncle Biao, go and practice guns. After practicing, I've earned so much today. I'll treat dinner." After signaling the banknotes in my hand, Lei Weidong smiled.

"Haha, this money is not spent or spent. I want to have a big meal today to reward my stomach." Uncle Biao laughed.

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In the 1970s, the Xiangjiang Police Station was very strict in the management of guns.

Ordinary patrolmen don’t deserve guns, and if they want to practice guns, they don’t have any doors.

A sheriff like Uncle Biao is better. You can apply for gun training once a week, but you can only fire six bullets at a time.

In comparison, plainclothes with guns are much better. You can apply for gun practice every day, but there are not many bullets each time, only six rounds, which means you can finish the 38-point shooting once.

If you want to practice more, you need to approve it from above.

Of course, this is a trouble for police officers who like to practice guns. In this era of black and white, there are really not many times when using guns, so there are very few police officers who go to the gun room to practice guns, and sometimes no one comes over for a day.

"Old Yang, get two hundred bullets." He has the right not to expire and invalidate. After obtaining Lei Luo's authorization, Uncle Biao took Lei Weidong back to the police station and went straight to the gun room.

The lion opened his mouth and asked for two hundred bullets directly.

"Two hundred bullets, Lao Zhou, what are you kidding!" The person who looked at the gun room was an old military uniform in his age of about thirty or forty. When he saw the application form handed over by Uncle Biao, his first thought was that Uncle Biao was crazy.

In this era when the entire police station can't use one hundred bullets a day, Uncle Biao said 200 bullets.

"Who is crazy? This is approved by Luo Ge. Let my nephew practice guns. Two hundred bullets are just the first day, and this number will be the number every day from now on."

Uncle Biao directly pulled the tiger's skin and pulled the big flag.

"Approved by Luo Ge." Yang Jindong took the application form and was a little confused.

"Of course, it's not approved by Luo Ge. We asked for two hundred bullets when we spoke, and I'm not crazy." Uncle Biao said, "If you don't believe it, you can call Luo Ge."

"I don't dare to call the phone. I'll just give you two hundred bullets. It's not my own anyway."

Yang Jindong's status was a thousand miles apart from Lei Luo, so he didn't dare to call Lei Luo. He immediately signed the application form and took the bullet.

"Leizai, please be careful. The power of the 38 is small and the vibration is not big. When shooting, you can use your right hand to hold the gun handle tightly, and gently put your left hand on your right hand. Don't use force, and then aim at the heart."

He took Lei Weidong to the shooting range next door, and Uncle Biao began to teach him the key points of shooting.

"You are a novice, don't shoot with one hand just to show off your handsomeness. Those are all done by veterans. Although you can control the pistol with one hand, you are definitely not as stable as holding the gun with both hands..."

"I understand!" Lei Weidong nodded.

Uncle Biao is right. It is cool to hold a gun with one hand, but the hit rate is the most typical example. Yuan Haoyun, the detached detective, was shooting at the bandits with two guns in the gun battle.

He is very handsome, and he can't even raise his head, but his hit rate is dozens of shots and even a single person is not hit.

Fortunately, I was facing ordinary bandits, and my shooting skills were so bad. If I had met someone like Tuan, I would have been shot to death.

"Are you aiming?" Uncle Biao asked as Lei Weidong stared at the target with his horse stairs and raised his gun.

"Aim at it." Lei Weidong replied.

"shot!"

"Bump!"

Lei Weidong fired two shots in a row.

The first shot is good, and after shooting six rings, the second shot is not good, and it is off the target.

"When firing, be steady, pay special attention to the recoil of the bullet. With a slight jump, you can turn from ten rings to one ring when you hit fifty meters away.

You first practice single shot, shoot with one shot, adjust your breathing after firing, aim again and then shoot. When aiming, use one eye first, and then use both eyes after getting familiar with it." Uncle Biao said.

"Is there any difference between single-eye aiming and double-eye aiming?" Lei Weidong asked.

"Of course there is a difference. When you don't see a shooting competition, you always aim at one eye." Uncle Biao smiled, "Of course, the targets we use are not as perverted as shooting competitions.

For experts, there is not much difference between single eyes and double eyes, just like me."

As he spoke, Uncle Biao picked up the pistol and aimed.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

In one breath, all six bullets in the gun were fired out. Uncle Biao moved the target and asked Lei Weidong to check it out.

The grades are very good, either the eighth ring or the nineth ring, and there is also the tenth ring. According to the standards of ordinary policemen, the grades can be said to be very good.
Chapter completed!