On the first day of school at Teito University, the weather seemed to be very favorable. The speckled clouds seemed to be embellishing it. The sun just shot out from the gaps in the clouds, and it was very comfortable. This made Fu Ming not sleep well last night.
Feeling more sleepy.
"It's a waste not to sleep in this weather! What kind of school is there..." Fu Ming walked in front and muttered quietly. He was wearing a black sportswear. After all, in a place like school, there must be some students.
Black seems to have become Fu Ming’s symbolic color.
Heavy weapons hand Xu Cheng was following behind him. Today was his shift to send Fu Ming to school. Apart from preventing him from being hit by a car, he seemed to have nothing to do, so he seemed particularly relaxed. After returning to China, he had a simple and honest face.
The smile gradually appeared.
"Mr. Fu asked my boss to go to college because I hope you can learn some useful sociology." Since Fu Ming did not plan to live on campus at all, the two of them only brought a few thousand yuan for tuition fees.
Fu Ming also nodded, "Yes, if you hang around outside all day long, you will hardly be able to speak Chinese. The people you come into contact with are either gangsters or militants. If you meet a normal person, you won't be able to speak a single word."
"
There are many cars on the main road to Teito University, and the traffic jam is very serious. Walking is a better choice. But those students have a lot of luggage. If they walk there, they will either die in front of the school or die in front of the school.
on the way.
Fu Ming arrived at the school gate not long after leaving. There were many students and parents blocking the gate. No vehicles were allowed to enter, but the traffic jam was still severe. Fu Ming approached the huge map hanging at the gate and looked at the Chinese school
The most famous university in the country, Teito University.
"Go in, the map has been imprinted on my mind." Xu Cheng stared at the students and parents around him, his eyes darting around, fearing that a gun-wielding killer would suddenly emerge from the crowd.
"It's okay, we are still safe in China." Fu Ming smiled and said, "Go in."
Inside the school, there were many senior students wearing red hats who were volunteering to welcome new students. Fu Ming took a club promotional flyer, took a quick look, and immediately a senior volunteer girl came towards him.
Come.
"Hello, classmate, are you here to register? If you are unfamiliar with something, just ask me. I am a sophomore volunteer, and my name is Zhang Lu." The girl smiled slightly, looked up at Fu Ming, and then looked at him again.
Look at Xu Cheng behind Fu Ming.
Fu Ming was stunned. In fact, during his career as an arms dealer, few people dared to talk to him on the street or in school. When they saw ten men in black suits surrounding him, they all stayed away.
Yes. "Senior...my name is Fu Ming, and I am a freshman." Fu Ming said these words hesitantly, and he was really not used to it. He handed over his admission notice.
"Xu Cheng, you can leave first. I'm fine. Call me." Fu Ming turned around and whispered to Xu Cheng.
"I understand, sir." Xu Cheng also replied in a low voice, made a gesture of calling, turned and walked outside the school.
"Classmate, you are still a top student." Zhang Lu looked at Fu Ming's admission notice. She was very surprised by the admission results. The conversation between Fu Ming and Xu Cheng caught his attention. It seemed that Xu Cheng was not Fu Ming's.
Parents.
"That one is..."
"He is my friend." Fu Ming replied calmly.
Although Xu Cheng spoke in a low voice, Zhang Lu stood nearby and clearly heard that the last two words Xu Cheng said were "Mr." She did not dwell on this issue anymore. After all, it was his family's property.
privacy.
"I'm lucky. I got high marks in the exam. I'm not a genius." Fu Ming scratched his head and laughed, with a smile on his face.
But Zhang Lu found this smile strange. There was no emotion in the smile, and there was no flaw in it.
"Student Fu, come with me, and I will take you to your classroom. Economics and Management, this major has a lot of beauties." Zhang Lu smiled ambiguously, "I am also a major in this major."
Fu Ming smiled and said that when it came to economic management, he had learned a lot since he took over the arms business six years ago. As he followed Zhang Lu, he joked, "Are you saying that you are also a beauty?"
"Hahaha, you are quite good at talking. It's okay. If you have any questions at school, just come to me. My classroom is upstairs from you." Zhang Lu had a good impression of this gentle-faced freshman and couldn't help but say a few more words.
Ten minutes later, Zhang Lu took Fu Ming to his classroom.
"You go in, and camouflage uniforms will be distributed at noon. Military training starts tomorrow. I see you don't have any luggage... During the military training period, you must live on campus. Let your friend prepare quickly." Zhang Lu added the word "friend"
The tone was specially emphasized.
Fu Ming was stunned for a moment and forgot about the military training. Fu Ming knew very well that military training was nothing more than a group of reserve sergeants leading a group of children to play for half a month. It was not considered training at all and was of no use.
"Thank you, senior." When Fu Ming came to his senses, Zhang Lu had already walked away. He looked at the admission notice in his hand and there was a small note on it.
"If you have any questions, remember to come to me. The phone number is on the back. Don't always call me your senior sister. If you are too unfamiliar, just call me Zhang Lu. We will be friends from now on! Remember to come to me!" Zhang Lu's delicate handwriting
It is clearly visible above.
Fu Ming turned the note over, and sure enough, there was a string of phone numbers. He thought about it carefully, crumpled the note into a ball, and threw it directly into the trash can at the door.
"Welcome, classmate, find a seat and sit down." The head teacher is very honest, tall and not too tall, giving people a very solid feeling.
The students in the classroom were divided into two groups, one was male and the other was female. The group of girls had been chattering away for a long time, and they became familiar with each other in a short time. Fu Ming found a seat in the last row and sat down.
Come down and look out the window at the scenery outside. This is indeed a very beautiful school. "It's better to ask Uncle Fu to prepare your luggage..." Fu Ming didn't want to violate the rules as soon as school started.
As soon as he took out his mobile phone, a boy next to him came over with a mean expression. "Classmate, that girl just now is pretty good. You are so lucky. Do you want a mobile phone number?"
Fu Ming saw the obscene smile on his face and felt funny in his heart, "It's almost here. She took the initiative to give it. Promise!" Fu Ming raised his chin, "It's in the trash can."
"Damn...nice to meet you. My name is Lin Jianping."
"My name is Fu Ming... Look at your smile, let's forget about calling you a bitch." Fu Ming laughed and sent a text message to Fu Dong.
"How do you know my nickname! They all called me that in high school." Lin Jianping was stunned, laughing and patting Fu Ming on the back.
This made Fu Ming find a feeling that he was still alive in this society. He found the only person he could talk to here, military fan Lin Jianping. Whenever he talked about a certain characteristic of a certain weapon,
Lin Jianping's eyes shone, exactly the same as when he saw beautiful girls.
The first three days of the military training were just as Fu Ming thought, nothing new. On the fourth day, Fu Ming finally had a good impression of the military training. The students were going to a local military camp in the imperial capital in batches for shooting training, but when Fu Ming
When Ming saw the old Type 56 semi-automatic rifle that was handed to him, his face suddenly turned dark.
"Can this fucking gun still ring?" Fu Ming pointed at the worn and shiny trigger guard and complained to Lin Jianping.
"It's a bit broken, as long as it's a real thing. Hey, look, it really has rifling!" Lin Jianping looked very excited. A military fan who had only played with toys and models since he was a child and only played CS, he met a real person.
The gun was naturally extremely happy. He pointed the muzzle of the gun at Fu Ming's eyes. "Look, the rifling is curved!"
Fu Ming was startled and ran away quickly, "Don't point your gun at others, it's very dangerous!"
"What are you afraid of...and there are no bullets..." Lin Jianping curled his lips, "Coward."
Fu Ming sighed, "I'm used to it." The long-term unpeaceful life has made Fu Ming have a huge psychological shadow on firearms. Once a gun is pointed at him, even if the gun has no magazine, no bullets, or even only one
If an empty gun barrel is pointed at him, he will also feel a lot of pressure.
"Assemble, fire bullets, remember the shooting essentials I just taught you, press the muzzle down, keep your arms flat, take a deep breath, look for opportunities to note, don't be anxious, otherwise you will miss the target." The instructor shouted loudly.
"You really used the Type 56 as a sniper rifle..." Fu Ming muttered softly.
The chattering students suddenly became quiet. The girls group started shooting first, and their results were so bad that it was hard to say anything. The fifty-meter target, lying down shooting position, ten bullets per person, full magazine, anyone who can hit the eighth ring.
, he can be said to be a master of guns. Fu Ming almost rushed up to teach them how to shoot.
"These girls are really good... It's our turn. Let's make a bet. I will definitely shoot better than you." Lin Jianping next to Fu Ming said confidently, "The AK47 in CS is the most difficult gun to control. I
But it is the best. I wish I could defeat all the invincible players in the world on the Internet..."
Fu Ming smiled and shook his head, ignoring Lin Jianping who was bragging, and said in his heart, if the shooting skills in CS were useful in reality, his arms would not be sold - whether it was government armed forces or *** armed forces.
Bullets and firearms are needed to hone the accuracy of soldiers' marksmanship, which consumes a lot of money. The number of bullets a soldier fires on the battlefield is about one-fifth of the bullets he fires on the training ground.
Fu Ming lay down in his position with a precise posture and aimed at the target fifty meters away.
"start!"
Lin Jianping, who was next to Fu Ming, was the first to pull the trigger. Due to his unstable posture and fast heartbeat, the recoil of the 56 rifle shook his shoulders, and the bullet's trajectory missed the target without even thinking about it.
Fu Ming sighed and was just about to pull the trigger when the cell phone in his camouflage jacket rang. It was not a text message ringtone. If there was no emergency, Fu Ming's usual communication status would be English text messages and direct phone calls.
The situation should be an emergency.
"Whose cell phone is ringing? Don't you know you are not allowed to bring cell phones?" the instructor scolded loudly from the side.
Fu Ming took a deep breath and said, "Answer the phone after you finish the call! There must be something important." He stood up directly, took a step forward with his left foot, shoulder width apart from his right foot, forming a splayed shape.
His body was straight, his chin rested on the butt of the gun, and his hands seemed to be relaxed, but his shoulders were supporting the butt of the gun very hard to reduce the impending recoil force.
Fu Ming counted his heartbeat, "There's no wind..." Fu Ming felt his heartbeat slow down. After his heart beat once, he immediately pulled the trigger.
"Bang." The cartridge case was ejected and the next bullet was fed into the chamber. The biggest advantage of this semi-automatic rifle is that it allows the shooter to easily find the feeling and rhythm of shooting, making the shooting more accurate and more lethal.
, and can also save bullets to the maximum extent. Soldiers will inevitably be nervous on the battlefield. When they are nervous, the index finger holding the trigger will always be on it. The rifle in automatic mode will empty the magazine in a very short time, allowing
Nervous soldiers are put into more dangerous situations. This is one of the reasons why many modern rifles retain semi-automatic and three-shot modes.
Fu Ming carefully observed the impact point of the bullet. After the first bullet hit the target, he slightly adjusted the aiming position, took a breath, and held his breath. The next nine shots were all every second.
, just pull the trigger once, and the shooting is very rhythmic.
After the magazine was empty, the instructor realized what he was doing and ran to Fu Ming, who was standing and shooting. The students next to him were stunned.
The instructor was stunned for a moment at first. A student who had never even learned a standing position could actually perform such a standard action. You must know that shooting while standing requires a lot more recoil than in a lying position.
Fu Ming took a deep breath, "I haven't touched a gun for a long time." He was always surrounded by security forces, and it seemed that there was no need for him to shoot himself.
Fu Ming opened the barrel of the gun to prove that the bullets inside had been fired, and then handed the gun to the instructor. "I'm very sorry, I have a very important call to answer." Fu Ming didn't even have time to look at his own results.
He quickly took out his cell phone.
Ten seconds, ten shots, and the call didn't even hang up automatically. Fu Ming looked at the number and saw it was Fudong's mobile phone number.
"Uncle Fu, your call came at the wrong time." Fu Ming walked aside, covered his left ear with his left hand, and whispered into the phone.
"Don't stop, keep shooting!" The instructor remembered the students who were still shooting behind him, and turned around and shouted. The students did not dare to neglect, and forced themselves to forget what had just happened, and focused on aiming at the center of the target one by one.
Gunshots came and went.
"Why are there gunshots there?" Fudong's tone was a little anxious.
"It's okay. We are doing target practice. The 56 semi-automatic rifle is so broken that it can actually make a loud noise! Let's not talk about it anymore. What's the important thing?"
"I was shocked. Then I really disturbed your 'good time'. Country J is going to hold a weapons and equipment exhibition the day after tomorrow. The 13th Advanced Weapons Exhibition and Exchange Conference in Tokyo. I think you will be interested in the upcoming event there.
The things to be exhibited are very interesting and subvert the concept of modern warfare. Do you want to go there?" Fudong smiled, very mysterious and very tempting. Indeed, for an arms dealer, there is no such thing as
What could be more tempting than a new concept weapon?
Fu Ming turned around, looked at the instructor who was looking at him seriously, and then turned back.
"You don't have to call me personally for this matter."
"Hahaha, as expected of the boss, Japan and South Korea have confirmed that they are going to war. Before the war, do you want to go to the weapons war between the countries involved?" Fudong still laughed heartily on the phone.
Hearing this, an imperceptible smile appeared on Fu Ming's lips.
The occurrence of war is horrifying and unbelievable. The probability of such a thing happening is still very small. People have fears and some expectations about war.
But for Fu Ming's team, war is just a market, it's that simple.
[Restore the update volume. The arms tycoon's contract review has been passed. If there are no problems, you can sign the contract in a short time. During this period, the update volume will not be reduced. It still ranges from 7,000 to 10,000 words per day. The arms tycoon has also been
We will maintain a fast-paced plot, thank you very much for your support!]