Peerless Genius System

The sun shines through the thin clouds and falls on the ground, bringing infinite warmth to the world.

In the special training camp for the auxiliary police, Xiao Luo and the others are standing in two horizontal lines at the moment, maintaining a straddling position. Yan Wang and Feng Zixiao are standing at the front of the team. The man looked at the special training team members in front of him softly.

"It's always this kind of death!" Liu Tieguo whispered.

Xiao Luo nodded with a smile, and replied with approval: "Indeed."

"What are you muttering about? Repeat it out loud!" Yan Wang looked over and asked sharply.

Liu Tieguo was slightly startled, then raised his chest and said, "Report, I just said that Instructor Yan and Instructor Feng are handsome!"

"Xiao Luo, how about you?"

"Report, I replied that it's really handsome!" Xiao Luo also said with conscience.

"Don't think that if you tell the truth, I won't punish you, go, give Lao Tzu five laps and come back." Yan Wang ordered with a stern face.

Liu Tieguo wanted to cry without tears, so he shouldn't be so arrogant. He frowned and glanced at Xiao Luo, meaning I'm sorry, brother, for dragging you down, and then ran around the huge track and field.

Xiao Luo doesn't care, running five laps is completely painless to him.

The other auxiliary auxiliary policemen couldn't help snickering secretly, thinking that Liu Tieguo and Xiao Luo deserved it.

At this time, Wang Yan ordered again: "Everyone has it, turn right, five laps of physical training, run and walk!"

As soon as the auxiliary police officers intervened, they were surprised and wondered, why did they have to run away?

"What are you doing standing still, not moving your muscles and bones, how to start today's study, run fast, if you don't run, I will kick you straight on!" Yan Wang shouted with a gloomy expression.

A group of people had to run reluctantly.

After they left, Wang Yan took out his mobile phone from his pocket, took a picture of the screen of the mobile phone, and then touched the stubble on his chin, and said to himself: "Mom, you are so handsome, where did you become handsome, forever? Aren't they all dead like this?"

Feng Zixiao next to him almost fainted.

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When a row of firearms was brought up, the auxiliary police officers were all excited and excited. Whether it was a man or a woman, they were all curious and looking forward to this kind of lethal hot weapon.

Of course, Gu Qianxue and Xiao Luo were not among them.

Gu Qianxue has been in contact with firearms a long time ago because of her sister Gu Qianlin, while Xiao Luo has the physique of the king of mercenaries, not only the strength of the king of mercenaries, but also the knowledge of firearms. To put it bluntly, the firearm was as familiar as his own hands.

"You probably guessed what you're going to learn today, yes, it's firearms."

Yan Wang's iron-like voice sounded loud and clear, "When you are on duty, J guns will be distributed to you. If you don't even know how to use firearms, it will be too ridiculous."

He picked up a black pistol, glanced at the auxiliary auxiliary police, and asked, "Does anyone know what kind of gun this is?"

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, no one can answer, after all, they are all looking for a stable and decent job, and they don't know much about firearms.

"Type 92 pistol, the frame is made of polymer material, the magazine capacity is fifteen 9mm bullets and twenty 5.8mm bullets, and the effective range is fifty meters." Gu Qianxue said lightly.

Yan Wang glanced at her with admiration and nodded: "Yes, this is the Type 92 pistol. It has been demonstrated since 1987. It was officially approved in 1994 and handed over to the industrial department for development. In 2000, the 5.8mm pistol and its bullets were completed. The design is finalized, and most of the JCs in our country use this gun."

Put down the 92-type pistol, changed to a gun with a shorter barrel, looked directly at Xiao Luo, and asked, "Xiao Luo, do you know what the gun is called?"

Xiao Luo shook his head: "Report, I don't know!"

He really didn't know that the physique of the King of Mercenaries gave him the knowledge of those famous foreign guns.

Like the firearms of Huaguo, there is no name in his eyes, and they are used the same anyway.

"Hmph, I don't know how to learn."

King Yan reprimanded in relief, then looked at Gu Qianxue, "Gu Qianxue, tell me."

Gu Qianxue's smart eyes glanced at the gun, and said expressionlessly: "The 77-type pistol adopts a free-shooting automatic method, inertial locking, firing pin translation firing mechanism, and the insurance mechanism has manual insurance and in-position insurance. The magazine capacity is 9 rounds, and the effective range is 50 meters."

Everyone heard it secretly, thinking that Gu Qianxue is too good, not only knows the type of each pistol, but also can tell their structure and characteristics, just like Baidu Encyclopedia.

"Did you hear it clearly? Yes, this is the Type 77 pistol. Like the Type 92 pistol, it is a common police gun in our country."

Yan Wang put down his gun and walked to a pile of submachine guns, "After talking about these two types of pistols, let's talk about this Type 79 light submachine gun. It was designed and finalized in 1979 and put into production in 1983. The rate of fire is as high as 1,000 rounds per shot. Minutes, what do you mean? A thousand rounds can be fired in one minute."

"If you go down this shuttle, won't you be able to beat people into meat sieves!"

"Yeah, a thousand bullets a minute, that's horrible."

"The lethality is simply unimaginable."

Everyone couldn't help gasping for breath. It was hard to believe that weapons that were only seen on TV could be observed at such a close range in reality.

King Yan was very satisfied that he was able to deter the group of special training personnel. He looked at Xiao Luo and asked seriously, "Xiao Luo, tell me about the other parameters of this submachine gun."

"Report, I don't know." Xiao Luo replied.

"Hmph, you are illiterate and have no ink on your chest, can you be a bit more promising?" King Yan reprimanded like an ancient gentleman.

Xiao Luo was speechless. He was convinced that Yan Wang hated him because he was frightened by his punch in the gym that day, otherwise he would not have embarrassed him so much.

Liu Tie Guo expressed sympathy on the side.

"Gu Qianxue, come here!" Yan Wang swept towards Gu Qianxue.

"Type 79 Lucky submachine gun, with a caliber of 7.62mm, an empty gun weight of 1.75kg, a magazine capacity of 20 rounds, and an effective range of 200 meters." Gu Qianxue clearly stated the information she knew.

"Look, look, it's not even a girl, Xiao Luo, you've disappointed me too much." Yan Wang said reluctantly.

Xiao Luo doesn't speak, it doesn't hurt or itches anyway, you can say whatever you like.

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After introducing the firearms, Yan Wang threw another important question: "What should I do if the enemy points a gun at close range?"

Liu Tieguo immediately raised his hand excitedly: "I know, I know, if the enemy is pointing a gun at us, we have to quickly block the muzzle with our fingers, so that the bullet can't be fired, and it will explode in the barrel, and vice versa. Injure the enemy."

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help laughing. If this was all right, the sows would climb the tree.

Feng Zixiao was also amused, unable to keep his serious expression and let out a laugh.

Yan Wang's face was dark, and he shouted loudly: "Mom pulls a stubborn Liu Tie Guo, are you a tiger, and you put your finger on the muzzle of the gun, do you have shit in your mind?"