2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The next day, Yan Muyun went to the scientific research building of the inner courtyard again after eating breakfast for eight people.

Today's test was divided into two parts. In the morning, he tested his ability to use various firearms, as well as Gao Cheng's temporarily added combat skills, while in the afternoon, the test mainly focused on his abilities.

On the third underground floor of the scientific research building, at the No. 5 regular shooting range, several staff members installed various unnamed instruments and devices on Yan Muyun's body as usual.

"By the way, I don't need to pay for the instruments that were burned out yesterday." He remembered something and turned back suddenly.

Bai Yongning, who had gray hair and glasses on the bridge of his nose and was talking to his assistant, was stunned when he heard this. A strange expression appeared on his old face: "Of course I have to compensate, it's probably more than 400,000 yuan. I'll post the account in the logistics department later." for you."

"You guys can fire me." Yan Muyun smiled politely.

Bai Yongning ignored him and continued the conversation with his assistant. Lin Shitong, who was standing nearby, watched this scene with a smile in her eyes and said nothing.

Of course Yan Muyun knew that the college would not let him pay compensation. He was just a little nervous, so he said a few words to divert attention.

On the long table in front of him, there were nearly a hundred firearms of various shapes, pistols, rifles, submachine guns... The charming metallic luster reflected under the light, this scene is enough to make any man... Rapid heartbeat.

The last time Yan Muyun touched a gun was also the only time he touched a gun. It was a gun owned by a young police officer.

However, there were so many things that happened that day, and the excitement brought to him by touching a gun for the first time was the least emotional ups and downs among all the events. To this day, he has even forgotten how he fired the first shot.

"Are you ready?"

The man's rough and deep voice sounded, and a figure in camouflage clothing appeared at the door, it was Gao Cheng.

Yan Muyun glanced at him, and then quickly looked away. After being punished yesterday, he felt inexplicably guilty when he saw this soldier who was as cold as stone.

Half a minute later, the physical sign detection equipment was installed and the two staff members got up and left.

"Let's try them all." Gao Cheng came to Yan Muyun's side and raised his chin towards the long table. The latter was still half a head shorter than him when he was not transformed.

Yan Muyun took a deep breath, walked to the table, hesitated, and picked up the most ordinary-looking pistol.

The instructor next to him briefly told him how to open the safety of the gun and how to fire it.

Then, it was gone.

"Gone?" Yan Muyun turned his head and looked at Gao Cheng eagerly.

Shouldn't you teach yourself how to shoot a gun?

"Start shooting." Gao Cheng said coldly without looking at him.

After the words fell, a human-shaped sign was erected about 15 meters away from the shooting range.

"Well... I remember that in the movies before, you had to wear earmuffs when practicing shooting at the shooting range..." Yan Muyun gestured to put something on his head.

"No need." Gao Cheng answered simply.

Among the firearms in the world today, only old models from more than ten or decades ago still make excessive noise. These firearms still have the largest number of users and cover the widest area in countries with lax gun control.

But for China's No. 1 Academy of Superpowers, these "old and shabby" things will not appear in front of students easily. Often only when students are going to perform missions in certain countries, some firearms with relatively high local usage rates will be provided for familiarization and practice in case of emergency.

After waiting for a moment and receiving no explanation, Yan Muyun felt helpless and had no choice but to raise his pistol.

layman.

Gao Cheng only took one look and made a conclusion in his heart.

"boom!"

The first gunshot was fired, the bullet missed the target, and nothing appeared on the human-shaped sign.

"boom!"

The second gunshot rang out, and the bullet grazed the edge of the human-shaped sign, leaving a small black mark.

"boom!"

The third gunshot rang out, and the bullet hit the human-shaped sign between the eyebrows.

The fourth shot, the fifth shot, the sixth shot... There was still only one bullet hole between the eyebrows on the human-shaped stand, but the instrument showed that the bullet did not miss the target.

The next few shots all passed through the bullet holes of the third shot.

"No need to continue." Gao Cheng remained serious and indifferent on the surface, but his heart was already turned upside down.

Yan Muyun, who fired the first shot, the second shot, and the third shot, were three completely different people in his eyes.

Shoulders, arms, lower back... Every time he fires a shot, his posture will make subtle adjustments. And it is this very inconspicuous change in the eyes of laymen that suddenly turns a novice into a veteran.

"It's okay." Yan Muyun turned to look at Gao Cheng, with some expectation in his eyes.

Three shots hit the bullseye, so his results should be pretty good.

Gao Cheng did not respond, but said coldly: "Go on, you have to try at least half of the firearms here this morning, don't waste time."

"Oh." Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows, put down his pistol, and picked up a nearby submachine gun. Recalling the way the characters held guns in the FPS games (first-person shooters) I had played, I posed in a pose that I thought was almost the same.

Seeing the funny look of the young man, Gao Cheng's eyes were extremely solemn.

People who often watch action movies usually have two perceptions.

The first is the belief that a pistol can basically hit wherever you want at close range. It is easy to catch criminals alive if you want to hit them head-on or hand-to-hand.

The second is that the acting in the movie is too fake. The two parties in the firefight were obviously not far away, but how could they fire so many shots but not be hurt? Are all of them masters of body drawing?

However, no matter which perception is wrong, it is better to say that the movie that creates the second perception in the audience may be the closest to reality.

Ordinary people playing with pistols can guarantee a hit within 3 meters, and leave it to fate beyond 5 meters.

In domestic police academy training, accurate shooting from a distance of 15 meters (aiming for more than 1 second) only requires hitting the white edge of the human-shaped target to qualify. And if it is replaced by a moving target, it is estimated that a large number of students will not be able to graduate, and the police will soon be short of manpower.

The American police have the highest level of live pistol training. Most of the actual pistol combat occurs at around 7 meters. At this distance, their hit rate is around 13%.

This is just the hit rate. As long as it hits someone, it counts as a hit. If you aim for the left hand and hit the right foot, it counts as a hit.

Of course, this is affected by many complex factors such as actual combat psychological pressure and cannot be generalized to target shooting.

But no matter what, Yan Muyun's results were terrifying enough in the eyes of those who knew how to shoot.

"Da, da, da... da da da da da..."

It was still three tentative shots. The first shot missed the target, the second shot hit the torso, and the third shot hit the center of the eyebrow. The series of intensive gunshots that followed was caused by Yan Muyun holding the trigger and not letting go.

"Click, click..."

Yan Muyun put down the submachine gun in his hand with some hesitation, as it was out of bullets.

On the newly replaced human-shaped standing sign in front, there is a bullet hole in the torso and a slightly larger bullet hole in the center of the eyebrow.

The recording instrument showed that only one shot missed the target.