Law Enforcement Bureau, training venue.

In order to strengthen the professional experience of police officers, the Law Enforcement Bureau specially built a large-scale training venue.

Not only are there fitness equipment, fighting arenas, but also a safe and isolated shooting field.

When Li Yue and Xia Lan arrived, the training ground was already in full swing, and from time to time, you could hear the sound of gunfire.

Bang-Li Yue took a breath of air with gunpowder in pleasure, and a trace of blood flashed in his eyes. He had not been exposed to this atmosphere for a long time.

At this time, a burly man in a blue vest came over and saluted Xia Lan: "Team leader, you're here. We've been waiting for you for a long time."

He is Zhang Mao who was on the phone yesterday, from the Anti-terrorism Special Police Force, and now he has always served as Xia Lan's deputy.

He loved and respected Xia Lan in his heart.

When he heard that Xia Lan was going to bring an "Interpol" over, he ran over early in the morning as if he was injected with chicken blood.

In his opinion, this is an excellent opportunity to perform. As long as you kill the "Interpol", Xia Lan will definitely look at him with admiration! Xia Lan waved: "Stop talking, if you encounter something on the road, how is the scene arranged?"

Zhang Mao made an OK gesture: "Everything is ready, where is the person you are talking about?"

Xia Lan looked around and saw that Li Yue ran to the shooting ground for some reason and nodded: "He is."

Seeing this, Zhang Mao's eyes flashed with disappointment: "Team leader, is this the person you are talking about?"

Xia Lan nodded.

Then Zhang Mao glanced at Li Yue with contempt and laughed: "If you have muscles but no muscles, no murderous aura, you are even wearing glasses. This is not like an Interpol, it is obviously a three-good student."

Xia Lan had no choice but to spread his hands: "This is why I brought him here. Since he insisted on pretending to be an Interpol, let him know the consequences of pretending to be an Interpol!"

Hearing this, Zhang Mao became more ambitious and determined. He thought that Li Yue was at least a person he had practiced.

But when he saw Li Yue's body, he immediately changed his mind.

It was just a scholar who was powerless. He wanted to completely defeat Li Yue without any effort! Then Zhang Mao made a move that he thought was very handsome, and then blinked at Xia Lan: "Look at me."

He took an inflated step and walked straight to Li Yue: "Boy, I heard you are an Interpol?"

Li Yue was familiar with the gun at this time and looked back at him: "So what?"

Zhang Mao didn't expect Li Yue to be so arrogant, and suddenly became interested: "Then let's gesture?"

"See if what you said is true."

Li Yue was not a fool, and he could see Zhang Mao’s purpose at a glance and shook his head: “Forget it, I don’t have this interest.”

Seeing this, Zhang Mao became more convinced that Li Yue was a fake guy and said aggressively: "What, are you afraid?"

"If you are really afraid, then leave Xia Lan's best friend obediently, it's so embarrassing."

Li Yue narrowed his eyes and smiled, with a hint of bloodthirsty in his seemingly ordinary smile.

Why should an outsider talk about Li Yue's life?

"Tell me, what's the point?"

Zhang Mao looked at the gun beside Li Yue: "Your body is definitely not able to beat me. In terms of practical experience, you must know nothing. Let's compare the most basic operations."

“Assemble the gun!”

As he said that, Zhang Mao took out two domestic pistols from the safe and pointed at them, "Since you say you are an Interpol, you must know the guns well. We will know more about guns than anyone else!"

At this time, Xia Lan also came over and said with a good attitude: "I will remind you first, assembling a gun is not theoretical knowledge. If you don't have five years of gun age, you are not Zhang Mao's opponent at all."

"It's still time for you to admit defeat now."

In response to this, Li Yue just shrugged: "It's too early to admit defeat now, can you tell me if you try it?"

After saying that, he took the pistol and cherished it very much as if he was looking at his body.

Zhang Mao saw this scene and snorted coldly: "It seems that he has never seen the world before, and he probably has never even touched a gun."

Li Yue didn't want to talk nonsense to him: "Let's start."

Then the two of them came to a table, stood opposite each other, and placed the pistol on the table first.

Zhang Mao: "Let me talk about the rules first. Xia Lan serves as the referee. She said that after the countdown starts, we will disassemble the gun first and then assemble it as quickly as possible."

"How about it?"

Li Yue nodded: "Okay."

"But what if you lose?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mao seemed to hear a huge joke: "Will I lose?

You are insulting my name as a quick gunman!”

Li Yue: "What if that happens?"

Zhang Mao smiled disdainfully: "If I lose, I will recognize you as my grandfather on the spot!"

"But if you lose, get out of here immediately and pack up your things and leave Xia Lan's best friend!"

Li Yue nodded intriguingly: "Yes."

"Let's start."

A trace of cunning success flashed in Xia Lan's eyes. She couldn't wait to see Li Yue leave Qin Xueyue! Then she began to count down: "Three...two...one, one, start!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Mao picked up the pistol at the speed of thunder, and the dismantling speed was comparable to that of a machine! However, Li Yue slowly shook the gun body and did not take the game seriously at all.

Zhang Mao, who had been disassembled halfway, saw this and mocked him on the corner of his mouth: "Where are you waiting for the food?"

You may have started to give in."

Unexpectedly, when he was talking, he suddenly walked away and the parts on his hand fell to the ground.

However, this did not affect Zhang Mao. After all, the speed is here, and now the last part can be disassembled.

However, just as he lay down to pick up parts, a silver light suddenly shone out from Li Yue's eyes, and the gun in his hand seemed to have been moved alive. As his fingers hopped, the parts were removed accurately and accurately.

Xia Lan, who was standing beside him, immediately raised his attention, trying to see the movements on Li Yue's hands clearly, but found that his eyes suddenly had a bad effect.

In a daze, I could only see phantoms appearing on Li Yue's fingers.

What the hell is this?

You should know that screws are placed on every part of the gun, and it will take a certain amount of time to remove it.

But in Li Yue's hand, it was like a building block, and it was taken off casually! It didn't stop! This made Xia Lan feel numb and swallowed.

This time she could no longer escape this fact, and even had an idea. Could it be that Li Yue was really from an Interpol?

Three seconds later, after hearing the movement, Zhang Mao picked up the parts without any haste: "Stop busy, you are already too behind."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "click" sound from the gun in Li Yue's hand.

This is the sound of loading! In other words, when he bent down to pick up parts, Li Yue had already completed the disassembly and assembly! Then, while he was in a daze, he loaded three bullets and fired a rapid shot at the moving target in the distance.

"Bang bang bang" three shots entered the soul without a pause! Immediately afterwards, a sound came from the shooting range machine: "Ten rings, ten rings, ten rings."

Zhang Mao was stunned on the spot. These three voices exploded in his mind like thunder.

Half a minute later, he stared at the complete gun on Li Yue's hand, looking disbelief: "Impossible... This is absolutely impossible! You are so foolish!"

"Team leader, you must have seen it. He is absolutely cheating! Otherwise, how could he be assembled so quickly?"

At this time, Xia Lan was already shocked and could not speak with her mouth open.

This made Zhang Mao very anxious and urged with luck: "Team leader, you are talking!"

Xia Lan came back to her senses, took a breath of air, and admitted reluctantly: "He... was not cheating."

"Wen--" Zhang Mao stood there, speechless: "This..." Then, Xia Lan continued: "Even if he really cheats, the machine at the shooting range will not cheat."

"He does know more about guns than you..." The situation was already very obvious. Li Yue not only completed the disassembly and assembly, but also punched three ten rings.

The shooting range is thirty meters away from here, and the ten rings are only the size of a little finger. If you want to hit it continuously, you can be as good as looking for a needle in a haystack! The most important thing is that Li Yue shot with one hand! But he didn't even finish dismantling it! It's so shameful! You don't leave any face for him! For a moment, Zhang Mao's face turned into a donkey's liver, and he wanted to burrow under the table.
Chapter completed!