N-M Chapter 484
Chapter 484
Chapter 484
Ding Xue took a deep breath, but she didn't expect Yang Tiejun's temper to be so impulsive, ready to challenge him at every turn.
She reminded Yang Tiejun, "Hey, what's the matter with you? I asked you to help train my friend. Who said he wanted to challenge you?"
Yang Tiejun pointed at her, pouted his neck and said, "Xiaoxue, don't talk, this is a matter between us men."
Someone shouted, "Xiaoxue, brother Yang is protecting food!"
"Ding Meimei, don't you understand Brother Tie Jun's intentions after all these years?"
"Ding Xue belongs to us, and also belongs to Brother Yang. We refuse outsiders to interfere!"
A group of people looked at Long Fei and collectively rejected him.
Someone wants to take their police flowers away, how can this be possible.
No matter what they said, Yang Tiejun shouted at Long Fei, "How about it, do you have the guts to fight?"
"Then let's compare!"
Long Fei looked at Ding Xue helplessly, and said so much, there was no reason to back down.
His tone is always the kind that is neither painful nor itchy, as if he can calmly deal with it when the sky falls.
In the eyes of others, it is full of pretense.
Ding Xue looked at the two of them speechlessly, and let them quarrel as they wished.
Assembling the firearms, Yang Tiejun refused to accept it, thinking that Long Fei just happened to meet the familiar gun model just now.
He asked Long Feidao, "Do you dare to compare the assembly of the submachine gun with me?"
Long Fei said lightly, "Yes, but you have to demonstrate it to me first, I really haven't assembled it before."
"Still pretending to be with me!"
Yang Tiejun vomited blood, seeing what he said was serious, as if it was true.
He asked the disciples on the side to come up and give Long Fei a signal.
"Alright!"
The apprentice used his brain and deliberately assembled the routine uneasy.
If Long Fei knew, he would definitely point it out.
Then he is slapping himself in the face.
If he doesn't know, a movement is wrong, he will spend more time.
Then his master will win.
The people around were silent, Yang Tiejun also wanted to see Long Fei's reaction.
Ding Xue ignored them and kept silent.
Crack, pull up the safety.
Yang Tiejun's apprentice patted the submachine gun and shouted, "Okay, it's almost like this, have you seen it clearly?"
Long Fei nodded, he had already rehearsed the whole process in his mind, and even figured out more than a dozen simpler solutions by himself.
"Then compare!"
Yang Tiejun stood beside Long Fei, with a complete set of submachine gun parts in front of him.
The two little policemen were stuck in time and shouted at the same time, "Start!"
A group of people cheered Yang Tiejun one after another, accompanied by the crackling sound of guns being assembled.
In less than five seconds, the gun in Long Fei's hand snapped down.
After a crisp spring sound, the little policeman in charge of checking the time came to his senses and pressed the stopwatch.
4.56 seconds!
He couldn't help but yelled out, and others went over to look at it one after another.
Yang Tiejun's hand trembled, and it took more than ten seconds to complete the assembly.
He snapped the bolt of the gun, smashed it hard on the table, and shouted at Long Fei depressedly, "You still say you don't understand?"
His apprentice shouted, "I prove that he is absolutely proficient in firearm assembly. I taught him that way just now, but he can follow the correct operation. Isn't this a lie?"
Others said angrily, "Is it interesting for you to lie to us like this?"
"If you want to slap your face, just say it, why be so sneaky!"
"Brother, you are too much!"
Ding Xue also frowned for a while, seeing that Long Fei's actions just now were indeed not as taught.
"Does he understand this?"
She looked at Long Fei unexpectedly, and thought to herself that this kid is not a retired special soldier, is he?
Have you been fooled by his simple and honest appearance for so long?
With a calm face, Long Fei explained, "I'm sorry, I just deduced it myself and found the fastest method. If you don't believe me, I'll show you a few other methods."
He slapped the gun with both hands, and the action of dismantling the gun could hardly be seen, and the parts of the gun were scattered all over the table.
Everyone stared at him for a while, not to mention the character issue, his technique is simply miraculous, and his ability really overwhelms everyone present.
He signaled to everyone, and assembled it again according to the sequence he deduced.
The speed is still the same, but the order of assembling the parts is slightly different.
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, all of them were frightened.
In the past, I used to follow the script and follow the sequence instructed by the previous instructors. How could I have thought that there are so many combinations?
Long Fei looked at everyone and said, "You don't believe me, let's try again with other firearms, and I can deduce several methods for you."
A group of people look at me, I look at you, seeing what he said is so sincere, I really don't know if he is pretending or real.
Ding Xue said to Yang Tiejun a little bored, "It's almost done, isn't it?"
Yang Tiejun said unconvinced, "How can I do it? I lost this round, but it doesn't mean I will lose the next round!"
He asked someone to fetch the bullets, picked up a pistol and said to Long Fei, "Come on, let's compete on marksmanship. If you can still win, I will give Xiaoxue to you willingly. If you lose, please stay away from Xiaoxue in the future." point."
A group of colleagues chuckled and shouted, "Brother Yang, aren't you embarrassing others? No one knows your marksmanship. You are one of the best in the whole country. How can he compare with you?"
"Yeah, Brother Yang, aren't you bullying others?"
"Brother Yang, looking at the whole country, few people dare to compare with you?"
"I don't think he dares to fight. A well-assembled gun doesn't necessarily mean a good shot!"
Someone even deliberately stimulated Long Fei. In terms of marksmanship, he was very confident in Yang Tiejun.
Ding Xue shouted depressed, "Why are you betting on me?"
Yang Tiejun frowned and said, "Xiaoxue, I said, this is our men's business, can you stop interrupting?"
Ding Xue took a breath, cast a glance at Long Fei, and signaled him not to agree.
She knew Yang Tiejun's marksmanship, and she was a sure winner in the police competition.
Long Fei, who didn't know if he saw her gesture, shrugged his shoulders and said calmly, "Okay, let's compare marksmanship!"
He still had a calm look on his face.
He looked so pretentious that he really wanted someone to beat him up.
Ding Xue vomited blood a little, and said to your sister, if you lost, would you really ignore my old lady?
"Okay, manly man, I hope you keep what you say."
The corners of Yang Tiejun's mouth curled up, and he waved his hand to make the target stand up.
He just wants to use his own advantages to fight back. In terms of marksmanship, especially pistol shooting, Yang Tiejun is confident that no one can beat him.
Theoretically, the shooting distance of this police pistol is 50 meters.
Shooting at this distance will be disturbed by various factors, and it is also the most test of marksmanship.
Usually, the police officers learn the 7-7 method, which requires firing 7 bullets quickly at a distance of 7 meters within [-] seconds, and hitting the enemy's head target within [-] centimeters.
This distance has no technical content. Most people challenge Yang Tiejun, as long as they hear the 50-meter shooting, they will immediately admit it.
Chapter 2 is here, and the Duanzi who accompanied Lao Gu for five years last night also announced his goodbyes. It seems that Lao Gu is destined to be alone all his life, and he has no thoughts to type all night, hey.
(End of this chapter)