The "Yanjing" Club is the largest club in Beijing and is also the favorite place for people with status in Beijing.

The Xishan shooting range to which the "Yanjing" club belongs.

"Ling Feng, come on, compete with brother twice?" Song Zuliang said to Zeng Lingfeng.

Zeng Lingfeng sat lazily in the chair and drank hot milk tea, showing no interest. In fact, he was not very interested in shooting targets, mainly because his level was relatively poor, so he could only use short guys. However, this kind of regular military-purpose elder guy was not good at it. If Boss Zeng was a sharpshooter, he might have ended up being itchy without Song Zuliang's invitation.

The shooting range of Yanjing Club uses all standard equipment and the facilities are first-class, no less than the regular shooting range of the troops. It is the favorite of military enthusiasts. Even many people from the troops like to come here to enjoy the guns.

The troops' weapons control is much stricter than here, and ordinary troops cannot shoot randomly by their own will.

At this time, we came to shoot the target, which shows that Song Zuliang was very depressed. Since returning to China, Song Zuliang has returned to his previous lifestyle and continued to work in the Central Guard Corps. After Zeng Lingfeng returned to China, he would have time to gather with Song Zuliang and his friends who had lived with him in the United States for a few years.

A few days ago, Song Zuliang was upset because of his promotion and was unable to achieve success. He learned that Zeng Lingfeng had come to Beijing, so he called Zeng Lingfeng to run and shoot and vent his anger.

Seeing that Zeng Lingfeng could not be called, Song Zuliang was even more upset and shouted angrily: "Old Han, change the gun."

The person in charge of the shooting range, Lao Han who was in Song Zuliang's mouth, ran over happily and asked with a smile: "Mr. Song, what gun should I change?"

Although Song Zuliang belonged to the Central Guard Corps, he was also the authentic third generation of the Red Army, so Lao Han called him that.

"The heavy machine gun needs a Type 57, not a Type 67," Song Zuliang hummed.

Old Han stuck out his tongue and ran away happily again.

Zeng Lingfeng couldn't help but say strangely: "Why, there are heavy machine guns in this shooting range?"

"Hehe, besides aircraft, cannons, tanks, and light weapons, what do you want... Hey, by the way, you don't like playing Bayi Bar, why don't I find you a sniper rifle? Do you want a Type 85 or more? From my perspective, you are so tall. It's more suitable to use Type 85 and majestic." Song Zuliang tempted Zeng Lingfeng.

He also knew that Zeng Lingfeng didn't like shooting targets because of his level. If he changed into a sniper rifle with an optical scope, it might be able to improve the shooting accuracy, and he might be interested.

Zeng Lingfeng was a military enthusiast during his college years during his previous life. Of course, he was just a "paper talk". As a grassroots student, he had no chance to practice. However, he still remembers a little bit about the difference between the Type 85 sniper rifle and the Type 88 sniper rifle. It seems that the Type 85 sniper rifle was developed based on the 79 sniper rifle. It is a single weapon used by border posts and infantry snipers. The gun body is very long. The picture looks quite majestic, with a 7.62 mm steel core bullet, which has extremely strong lethality. The Type 88 sniper rifle is a subsequent new model, small and exquisite, with a smaller bullet. Zeng Lingfeng naturally can't remember what are the specific advantages.

Zeng Lingfeng waved his hand with a smile.

"It's really boring," Song Zuliang muttered.

"Zu Liang, Ling Feng doesn't like playing with guns, so don't force him." At this time, a heroic man in his thirties sitting next to Zeng Lingfeng said with a smile.

Song Zuliang said nothing.

The heroic man ignored him, took out a cigarette, gave Zeng Lingfeng a smile and said, "Lingfeng, smoke."

This heroic man is Cheng Xinhua, the boss of the four bodyguards who accompanied Zeng Lingfeng abroad before. After returning to China, he joined the border defense force. Now he is a colonel and a cadre in the regular division of the border defense force. The border defense force is nominally organized by the armed police, but in fact he is managed by the Ministry of Public Security.

Because Cheng Xinhua has often performed missions in other places in recent years, he and Zeng Lingfeng have not met many times. This time he happened to return to Beijing on vacation. Song Zuliang came out to shoot a target today and called him.

After a while, Lao Han commanded several staff members and carried a black and shiny big guy out "huffed". Zeng Lingfeng looked carefully and found that it was indeed a domestic 57 heavy machine gun. The 57 heavy machine gun was a medium-sized machine gun imitating the Soviet Union's **G medium-sized machine gun. It was finalized and produced in 57 years and was equipped with a large number of troops. Later, it was replaced by the 67 light and heavy dual-purpose machine gun. The eliminated 57 heavy machine gun was equipped with a large number of militias.

Song Zuliang specifically instructed Lao Han to take the Type 57 and not the relatively lightweight and heavy dual-purpose machine gun. I'm afraid it's just for the big guy of the Type 57, which looks thick and majestic. Target shooting is not a war, so there is no need to be so particular, just be murderous.

Song Zuliang now needs to vent his depression.

When the staff at the shooting range opened a box of bullets and took out the canvas link inside to load it, Zeng Lingfeng said: "Forget it, don't do it, take it back."

Lao Han and the staff were frozen there, not knowing what to do.

"Brother Zu Liang, don't you use your strength to this. Isn't it just that you were not promoted to the colonel this time? Your colonel in your early thirties is already good, so what are you dissatisfied with? Moreover, even if you feel uncomfortable, you should do something meaningful." Zeng Lingfeng said calmly. He waved to Lao Han: "Take it away."

Seeing that Song Zuliang had no words, Old Han did not dare to hesitate and quickly called the staff members. He carried the heavy machine gun and bullets back.

Zeng Lingfeng stood up and said, "Let's go, go back to the club and have a drink."

Song Zuliang curled his lips.

If Zeng Lingfeng talks about other entertainment activities, it would be fine, but if he wants to drink, it is no wonder that Song Zuliang has to silence his lips

Although Song Zuliang is a soldier, he can't practice his alcohol tolerance. He also knew that although Zeng Lingfeng rarely drinks, he was really a huge amount. Since he wanted to drink Zeng Lingfeng and was tortured by Zeng Lingfeng for the first time, he never dared to mention drinking with Zeng Lingfeng again.

Now he just made Zeng Lingfeng depressed, and Zeng Lingfeng immediately caught his shortcomings and wanted to abuse him back. He was too stingy.

Zeng Lingfeng ignored Song Zuliang's strange appearance and went straight out with Cheng Xinhua. Song Zuliang slapped for a while and had to follow him. Soon, the car returned to the Yanjing Club in the city.

Cheng Xinhua said: "Wait a minute, Maolin and Xiaofei are coming."

When he was in the car, Cheng Xinhua did notify Deng Maolin by phone that the two of them came over together.

Deng Maolin is now working in the Ministry of State Security. He is Zhou Peilin's direct subordinate. The military rank he holds has already arrived at the colonel. Shang Fei has retired and is now working in the State-owned Assets Supervision and Administration Commission of the State Council, and his position has also been promoted to the level of a department. It is precisely because several of his friends have higher positions than him that Song Zuliang feels even more unhappy.

Zeng Lingfeng smiled and nodded, and sat down in the sand in the lobby. Cheng Xinhua and Song Zuliang were with him.

"Oh, isn't this Zeng Lingfeng, Young Master Zeng?" With the duck-like voice, Zeng Lingfeng saw a thin figure shaking out of the Yanjing Club.

Seeing this person, Zeng Lingfeng's brows frowned.

This skinny man was the lieutenant colonel Shi Yitu who once shot Zeng Lingfeng. Since he was expelled from the army, Shi Yitu disappeared in China for more than two years. It was not until the new century that he appeared in China again, but he had become a white-fried ghost. Since appearing in the capital last year, Shi Yitu has been very active, and has been in various luxurious clubs from time to time. He is quite generous and has quickly become familiar with all the playboy circles. According to Deng Maolin, Shi Yitu has been mingling in these playboy circles, as if he is also aiming to sell "business".

As for what kind of business Chen Shiyituo was selling, Zeng Lingfeng could guess. However, Deng Maolin said that Shi Yituo had two businesses, one was his "profession", just look at his skin and bones. The other was pimp. It is said that this person is quite related to a performing arts group in the southeast and often introduces some water spirit girls from Jiangnan to the playboy circle in the capital.

Zeng Lingfeng estimated that in addition to selling business, he might also be a requirement for survival rules. The "self-employed job" he is engaged in is relatively risky. If it really happens, relying solely on the two deputy commanders of the base may not be able to cover it. Moreover, the two deputy commanders and Shi Yitu are not related by blood, but just looking at Shi Yitu's father and taking care of him. If Shi Yitu really committed a big deal, they might not really put in their efforts to help him. If he could bring more playboys who were struggling in the backstage and enter his own circle, others would naturally be much more cautious. The so-called "stop playing a rat is a bit scary."

When Shi Yituo saw Zeng Lingfeng and others, he was so angry that he was laughing. It seemed that both of them were good friends and had never had any unhappiness at all. And only he insisted on calling Zeng Lingfeng "Sister Zeng".

Perhaps, the identity of the president of Hanyu Mimeng Group made Shi Yituo feel too much pressure

"Mr. Song, do you still have the heart to relax today? Haha, Mr. Song's demeanor is really amazing, I admire him..." Shi Yituo smiled and shouted in the duck's voice, and stretched out a thumb with a bone wrapped around him. His face looked very strange. He also knew Song Zuliang and others.

Song Zuliang's face suddenly turned into a pig's liver color, and he stared at Shi Yituo viciously, as if he was about to take action if he had disagreement.

Shi Yituo didn't care at all and said to Zeng Lingfeng again: "Young Master..."

"Get out..." Zeng Lingfeng suddenly shouted in a low voice.

"What did you say?" Shi Yituo stared at Zeng Lingfeng as if he had never believed it.

Zeng Lingfeng waved his hand, and a look of extreme disgust appeared on his face, as if he drove away a fly.
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