When the target reporter put down his hand and pressed the counter, Qin Hui instantly took out the pistol from her waist and rushed out, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

When the last shot hit the head of the paper target, he reported the timer in the target's hand and stopped counting. Looking at the paper target with the heads being smashed behind him, Qin Hui took off her earmuffs with a smile, and pulled out the magazine to check whether there were any remaining bullets.

Looking at the magazine that was withdrawn from Qin Hui's hand, the target reported the number of targets, "Qin Hui used 9.67, the number of targets, a, a, a, a,,,,, all hit the twelve targets, totaling 12a." Qin Hui replaced the gun with a magazine and inserted it back into the holster at her waist. "Congratulations! Chief Qin is worthy of being a sharpshooter of Interpol! This result has not been achieved even by Inspector Miao. If this is the game, you can set a new record."

Qin Hui shook her head unmoved, "He can, Rick can do it too. You don't understand their strength."

The hot face touched the cold-butt-received target reporter and smiled awkwardly, "Then Chief Qin, should we do it again?"

After loading the magazine again, Qin Hui pulled the bolt of the gun and said, "No, you turn on the counter, I want to test the gun speed."

OK, the target reporter raised the counter a few times, "Sir Qin can start."

Qin Hui raised the gun in her hand and aimed at other paper targets. He hit, bang, bang. With a sound of two guns, he hit the head. Qin Hui looked at her battle results, squinted her eyes, and "reported the number."

The target teller looked at the counter in his hand and said, "Gunshot interval, 0.04."

Looking at the shocked expression of the shooting operator, Qin Hui asked, "Who is the one with the smallest shooting interval at the shooting range?"

"It's Rick, his shooting interval is 0.03, but someone has seen him fire three shots. However, Rick's gun was modified based on the m1911a1 at the competition level. The scope is a night vision holographic and diffraction scope, which is used to facilitate quick aiming. However, Rick's gun was changed a lot, and many people even dared not use the gun he changed for fear of getting fire. Moreover, three years ago, Rick's hand was injured, and it is estimated that he would never achieve such a result again."

Qin Hui looked down at the gun in her hand, 0.03. If Rick could really fire three shots, his interval would be at least 0.02, or even smaller. I could use this gun to shoot 0.04, but I feel that if there is a gun with better performance, I could also reach 0.03. However, this 92 type is not good. The 92 type pistol is just a standard pistol. Although its power is larger than this gun, the shooting interval is too large. In addition to being accurate, the rate of fire is also indispensable for masters to use guns.

The killing gun can hit the other party's head. Then Qin Hui couldn't help but feel funny when she thought of the Desert Eagle, which was rumored to be a myth in the novel. Even after the transformation, such a gun was pitifully slow to fire. In addition, it was a little loading, and it was okay to hit the wild boar. He was a normal person and would not use it to kill people.

Qin Hui looked at the target reporter beside him and said, "I am on vacation now. I want to apply for a membership card here and come here to practice the gun when I am fine. However, although this gun is good, it still cannot meet my requirements. So I want to ask you if there is any expert in changing the gun. I want to change this gun."

The target reporter listened and thought for a while, "I know someone who has changed guns for Inspector Miao and Azu, but that person went to the Philippines with the Crime Team to handle the case, and there is Rick, but he hasn't been playing with guns for a long time."

Qin Hui asked curiously, "Is Rick's gun here with you?"

"Yes, but he locked it up by himself and couldn't open it at all."

"Where is Inspector Miao and Azu's gun?"

"Inspector Miao and Azu are both policemen, and they have gun certificates, so their guns are not under our control at all. I guess they should have kept them at home."

After hearing this, Qin Hui nodded, "You go and do it, I'll leave after playing for a while." After the target officer left, Qin Hui took out his 92 shots and tried several more shots, but it was far from meeting Qin Hui's standards.

For Qin Hui, except for the 200-round feature, this gun cannot meet his own standards at all. It seems that he needs to modify the gun when he returns to the system, otherwise it will not be of great use.

As for Azu's gun now, it should be his first choice. As for Miao Zhishun's gun, Qin Hui was not sure to kill him with the 92 style in his hand. After returning the gun back to the club, Qin Hui secretly obtained the address of the policeman named Azu from the registration office of the gun club.

,, Azu's home is located in the suburbs, which is large, but also remote. After Qin Hui came to Azu's home, she did not find anyone else, which saved Qin Hui from taking action. After wrapping her shirt in a ball and wrapping the gun around the gun, Qin Hui pressed the gun on the door and locked it and fired it. After a muffled sound, Qin Hui kicked open the iron door.

Where is the gun? No, there is no bedroom, no kitchen, and no living room. Qin Hui sat on the sofa in the living room and couldn't help but think secretly about where the gun would be placed. Qin Hui really didn't have any talent for reasoning, and then searched again, but couldn't find the place where Azu hid the gun.

After giving up the search, Qin Hui sat back on the sofa, took Azu's bottle of unknown white wine, and started drinking like this. Qin Hui was drunk. This was a way for him to find peace and numb his senses when he knew that his life was not long.

Qin Hui was drunk, but he never got himself drunk because Qin Hui was afraid that he would not be able to wake up after he was really drunk. Especially in recent times, Qin Hui has been sleeping even more and dared not sleep too hard, for fear of closing her eyes and falling asleep forever. Qin Hui could not let go of this world, let alone Lingling.

When watching the movie, Qin Hui likes Rick, the starring Leslie Cheung. She argued with Lingling for a long time because of Leslie Cheung’s name in the movie. At that time, Qin Hui was still in school and didn’t know that she had congenital diseases. The days were very hard at that time, but they were very happy. At that time, whether Leslie Cheung was named Rick or Ali, they could argue until midnight. In the end, Qin Hui won, the price was to squeeze in the sofa with it for a week in Shapido’s puzzled eyes.

Rick in the movie looks like a madman, but Qin Hui feels that she looks very similar. When she saw Miao Zhishun, Qin Hui almost couldn't control herself and wanted to kill him. Yes, at the door of the police station, Qin Hui really wanted to kill him like this, because if he killed him, he could survive and be with Lingling.

But in the end, Qin Hui still restrained herself. Because there were too many people and too many policemen, Qin Hui had to suppress her own **. She could not be exposed now because in public, shooting and killing the police station inspector would definitely be surrounded and suppressed by the police station, so that she would not have time to kill Rick. Rick likes this role very much, but no matter how much she likes her, she is not as important as her life.

Looking at the foreign trademark on the wine bottle, Qin Hui took a sip, "Ah! Good, this wine is better than the loose white wine he drank. I don't know how much benefit this Azu has received from the underworld. He actually has a wine rack without repetitions for such a good wine!"

The left hand kept pouring wine, while the right hand was Qin Hui gently stroked the pistol, as gentle as stroking her lover. Miao Zhishun and Rick must die, and only if they died can I change my life. After drying the remaining white wine, Qin Hui smashed the empty wine bottle on the mirror in the living room. He whispered, looking at the mirror that was broken by herself, and a few stubbornly stuck to the frame, Qin Hui raised the gun to herself in the mirror, "Are you ready?"

With the words of self-questioning, the system sounded in Qin Hui's ears, Ding Dong, host, you have new optional tasks.

,, Azu's mind is very confused recently, with 4 lives and g4 deaths, and his best friend A Miao is also a little confused. I really don't know what happened to Hong Kong recently! It's so messy. It turns out that Hong Kong is about to return in the year, so I should be much more relaxed by then. Azu parked the car at the door, and while thinking about it, he reached out to grab the door handle.

Well, the empty hand made Azu slightly stunned, and then he returned to reality from his fantasy.

Looking at the hole in his door, Azu thought with certainty. He reached out to take down his police revolver, Azu slowly pushed open his door, and with a downward movement, Azu came to the house.

Holding the revolver tightly with both hands, Azu lay on the ground, carefully looking for possible enemies. This is his own home, and he is familiar with everything, so the first thing Azu observed was a few places where he could hide.

,,, "Where should I look!" Seeing Azu's gaze, he first looked at Qin Hui, who was lying on the sofa on the second floor, laughing and speaking with a smile. The enthusiastic smile and joking words were as simple as saying hello to an old friend.

"It's you, aren't you an international policeman? What are you doing when you come to my house?" After seeing Qin Hui's face, Azu, who knew Qin Hui's identity, was not careless at all, fully reflecting the quality of an elite policeman in the face of emergencies.

Qin Hui sat up lazily, "I just saw your trophy, but I didn't expect that when you were young, you actually won the shooting championship of the Hong Kong police team! Haha, you really can't behave like a person."

Azu stood up from the ground with a gun in his hand, "What the hell do you want to do! I don't welcome you here."

"What do you want to do!" Qin Hui looked at Azu and replied word by word, "I heard that your gun is fast, so I want to use your head to try if there is any one of my guns." Qin Hui looked at the police gun in Azu's hand, held the 92 in his hand and shook his head, and said disdainfully, "Doesn't the garbage in your hand, I know you have a modified gun, I want you to take that and play a live game with me."

Azu looked at the gun exposed in Qin Hui's hand and crazy eyes, and asked in disbelief, "You are serious."

"Of course, I'm never kidding. Go and prepare. Today, there's only one of us who can go out alive."

With years of experience, Azu, who felt that he had been locked up, raised the revolver in his hand and touched it,

Looking at the revolver that was knocked off the ground, Qin Hui quickly inserted the 92 pistol back to her waist. "Go and get the gun quickly, don't say I won't give you a fair chance of a showdown. You have to know that such an opportunity is not something that anyone can encounter."

After looking at the revolver that was knocked away, Azu left his back to Qin Hui without hesitation, then walked upstairs and said without looking back, "Okay, I hope you don't regret it."

"Hahahahahaha. Go and let me see how fast your gun is." Hearing the laughter behind him, Azu's pace accelerated a little bit.

,, In the system where no one can detect, a line of small words is written at this time. Optional mission "This mission can be rejected, no punishment for refusal", mission, Crazy Gladiator, kill Azu in a frontal posture, let him understand the gap between him and the top gunman. Mission rewards, the characteristics of the Type 92 pistol can be combined with the modified and match-specific guns in this world. If the mission fails, you will be shot dead by Azu directly.

Recalling the message of the mission, Qin Hui smiled knowingly. Yes, Qin Hui was very confident because he believed in himself and the gun in his hand. Although Azu was a master, he still had a gap with top-level gunmen. The compensation for this gap depends on talent and personal understanding. Therefore, Qin Hui said there was no pressure on what gun Azu was holding to compete with him, because this was Hong Kong in 1996, not the era of the Heavenly War of Resistance against the turtle box masturbation and grenades bombing tanks.

After Azu entered the room on the second floor, Qin Hui gently stroked the gun and said softly, "Azu, are you ready?"
Chapter completed!