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"Cut it out!" Rui Rui rolled her eyes at Zhang Qiu, ignoring him as she went upstairs, and Zhang Qiu followed her.
After school in the afternoon, Gao Zhi called Zhang Qiu aside and revealed a secret he hadn't shared in front of everyone.
"Brother Qiu, are you interested in my trip to the ancient city?"
"Of course I'm interested, but if you don't want to share, I won't pry."
"No, no, no, we're brothers; there's nothing we can't talk about. It's just that there were girls around at noon, so it wasn't convenient."
"Oh?" Zhang Qiu smirked as he looked at Gao Zhi. "Could it be that something embarrassing happened?"
Gao Zhi's face flushed red as he chuckled and said, "Actually, yes. When I was in First Year, I went in with my girlfriend. We had our first time there."
"Wow, you're impressive."
Gao Zhi's revelation genuinely shocked Zhang Qiu. In such a dark environment, he couldn't believe someone could feel aroused.
"Brother Qiu, I think you and your girlfriend should also..."
"Shut up." Zhang Qiu lightly punched Gao Zhi on the shoulder to interrupt him and laughed. "I don't have your kind of preferences."
Zhang Qiu still found it hard to understand why Gao Zhi would choose such a place. Did that girl really agree? Curiosity got the better of him as he asked, "So how did you end up single now?"
"We broke up later. It's a sad story; back then, I didn't know any better."
Gao Zhi appeared calm, but there was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
When the class bell rang, Zhang Qiu and Gao Zhi returned to the classroom together. The teacher was busy writing on the blackboard, but Zhang Qiu's mind was still filled with the training content from the police station earlier that morning, leaving him feeling a bit dazed.
The firearms training took place that morning. As usual, Zhang Qiu arrived at Wang Hailong's office, and Wang Hailong immediately smiled and said, "Today, you can finally get what you wished for."
"What?" Zhang Qiu didn't quite understand at first.
"Firearms training, isn't that what you've been wanting?"
"Really?" Even though Zhang Qiu knew it was true, he couldn't help but blurt it out.
"Of course it's true. Let's go."
Wang Hailong had already stood up, and Zhang Qiu followed him as they walked out of the building. Once outside, Wang Hailong approached a police car and said to Zhang Qiu, "Come over here."
"I'm coming." Zhang Qiu ran a couple of steps to get into the car and asked, "Where are we going?"
"We're going for training."
"Aren't we going to the police station?"
"The police station doesn't have a shooting range. I'm taking you to the prison; there's a shooting range there."
"Prison... which prison?"
"Nanlan County Detention Center."
"It seems that I really have an unbreakable connection with this place."
Wang Hailong naturally understood what Zhang Qiu's sigh meant, and did not respond. He turned on the car radio, and a song from the last century began to play from the poor-quality speakers.
Zhang Qiu leaned back in his seat, bored, and soon fell asleep. It wasn't until a violent shaking jolted him awake that he saw Wang Hailong pushing him.
As soon as Zhang Qiu woke up, Wang Hailong immediately said, "We're here. Wake up a bit; don't cause any trouble later."
"Okay."
Zhang Qiu rubbed his sleepy eyes vigorously. Wang Hailong had already gotten out of the car and walked past the security line. The gate of the detention center slowly opened, and Wang Hailong returned to the car, driving the police vehicle directly into the detention center. Upon entering the main gate, he stopped first. Director Ma sat in the back seat and was surprised to see Zhang Qiu. "What? The one coming for firearms training is him?"
"That's right, Director Ma. You should know each other."
"Yes, we’ve crossed paths a few times."
On the surface, Director Ma appeared unfazed, but he was deeply shocked inside, feeling fortunate for his correct choice to align with He Jun. Previously, he had only heard that comrades from the County Public Security Bureau would arrange personnel for training, as this was common practice. Since the issuance of the "Training Regulations," police officers frequently came here for training. However, Director Ma did not expect that the trainee would be Director He's nephew, Zhang Qiu. What is going on here? Despite his doubts, the seasoned Director Ma chose not to ask anything.
Wang Hailong drove directly to the Shooting Range, and Zhang Qiu noticed he was quite familiar with the place. This was also Zhang Qiu's first time seeing the interior of the detention center. On one side were modern high-rise buildings, bright and clean; in the middle was a Prison Area enclosed by high walls, with guard towers positioned around it where armed police soldiers stood at attention.
Moving further ahead led them to the Shooting Range. On the southern side was a dirt slope over ten meters high, with shooting targets lined up neatly in rows at its center. The high-strength barriers behind the targets were twice as tall on both sides. At the parking spot where Wang Hailong stopped, there was a large warehouse. As Director Ma got out of the car, the warehouse Keeper quickly approached and said, "Hello, Director."
Director Ma nodded and introduced Wang Hailong and Zhang Qiu: "This is a comrade from the county bureau; they are here for firearms training today. Please cooperate fully."
"Yes!" The Keeper saluted, his gaze assessing Wang Hailong and Zhang Qiu. Wang Hailong exuded a unique aura developed from years of police work, while Zhang Qiu clearly looked like someone who had just joined the force. The Keeper guessed that this was likely the son of some leader here for leisure.
Director Ma said, "Captain Wang, feel free to practice; they will fully cooperate. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't stay with you. If you need anything, just call me."
"Alright, Director Ma, please go ahead. Thank you." Wang Hailong politely thanked Director Ma, who called for a car to head back.
Wang Hailong said to the warehouse customs officer, "Thank you for your hard work."
"Cooperating with our brother department is what we should do."
The warehouse Keeper immediately contacted someone and brought two heavy boxes of ammunition to the Shooting Range. Wang Hailong picked up a Type 92 police pistol, checked it, and placed it on the table. He then took another one and within a minute, the firearm was disassembled into pieces. Wang Hailong pointed at one of the components and said, "This is..."
Zhang Qiu couldn't follow the series of principles regarding firearm operation and interrupted, "As long as I know how to shoot and hit my target, that's enough. We have limited time; let's stick to the quickest way."
"I didn't hear you argue when I was teaching you investigation knowledge. Now that I'm talking about firearms, which you want to learn most, you're arguing with me instead. I'm the instructor; you're the student. You need to master whatever content I teach you. Do you think shooting is that simple? The details I’m explaining are for your benefit. Who knows what might happen? Chen Hu has been in this business for so many years; what if he has a gun? What if someone disassembles your gun?"
"Alright, alright, I was wrong. I'll learn, I'll learn."
"That's more like it." Wang Hailong's previously stern expression softened slightly as he continued to impart a wealth of knowledge to Zhang Qiu before concluding, "Now, take this gun apart in one minute."
Listening is one thing; doing it is another. Disassembling such a metal object was no easy task. Zhang Qiu took a full two minutes to take apart one pistol. Wang Hailong then said, "Now put it back together."
Zhang Qiu stared at the scattered parts on the table and felt lost. Wang Hailong smiled and pointed at his own firearm components, saying, "Can you see any differences between our disassembled parts?"
Upon inspection, Zhang Qiu quickly realized the issue: although Wang Hailong had disassembled his gun, the parts were meticulously arranged in their respective positions. In contrast, his own side was a chaotic mess; it would be a miracle if he could piece them back together correctly.
"The most common mistake beginners make is disorganization. Keeping everything tidy is not just for quicker assembly; more importantly, it helps these components form a solid impression in your mind. Once you become proficient, even if you have a jumble of parts or if some other pieces get mixed in, you will still be able to accurately assemble a handgun. Do you understand?"
"I understand." A single test changed Zhang Qiu's perspective on merely learning to shoot. In a country where firearms are prohibited, it is difficult for ordinary people to have the opportunity to handle guns, let alone learn to use them. Since he had the chance to systematically learn, why not take advantage of it?
Wang Hailong assembled two guns and placed them in front of Zhang Qiu, saying, "Now try again. Disassemble and reassemble them. Don't focus on speed; focus on quality. Once you can proficiently disassemble and reassemble the firearm, we will move on to the next step: live-fire shooting. How does that sound? Tempting, right?"
Zhang Qiu nodded.
Wang Hailong smiled and said, "That's good. Practice hard; I believe in you."
Zhang Qiu cautiously disassembled the first gun. Just as he removed a part, he heard the sound of gunfire nearby. Looking up, he saw Wang Hailong had moved aside to shoot at targets. The skilled posture and the shells bouncing off the ground deeply stimulated Zhang Qiu. He was determined to master this by the end of the morning so he could proceed to the next phase.
With diligent practice over two hours, Zhang Qiu finally memorized the positions of all the components and could disassemble and reassemble a handgun in one and a half minutes. After checking his work, Wang Hailong praised him, "Not bad! It's clear you've put in effort. Take a break."
Zhang Qiu was anxious: "Aren't we supposed to do live-fire shooting?"
"That's right. But let me ask you: Are your hands sore?"
"Sore."
"There you go. Trust me; take a ten-minute break, then we'll train for shooting."
"Okay."
"If..."
"Yes!" Zhang Qiu shouted loudly, and Wang Hailong was very satisfied.
Ten minutes later, Zhang Qiu stood at the shooting position, with two boxes of bright yellow bullets on the table. Zhang Qiu filled three magazines, raised the gun, and was about to shoot when Wang Hailong shouted to stop.
Zhang Qiu looked at Wang Hailong, who asked, "Do you know how to shoot?"
"Three points in a line, right? There are so many shooting games now, of course I know."
"Three points in a line is correct, but who taught you to hold the gun with one hand!" Wang Hailong demonstrated the standard stance. "You should hold it like this with both hands. If you start thinking about using one hand, can you handle the recoil?"
Zhang Qiu mimicked Wang Hailong's stance. After Wang Hailong fired several shots, he said, "You're slower than me. Take it one shot at a time. Just like this, let's begin."
"Yes!"
As soon as Zhang Qiu finished speaking, the gun in his hand went off. The tremendous recoil caused pain in Zhang Qiu's shoulder, but the thrill of shooting far outweighed the discomfort. Zhang Qiu fired several more shots and eagerly picked up a second magazine.
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