Police Chen Shu

A nice afternoon.

Chen Shu and Chen Chuan were walking in the special police compound and happened to bump into Yang Chang, Zhao Mingfeng, Zhu Yiba and others who were returning from target practice at the armed police training base.

Pulling Zhu Yiba, who was following the team at a sloppy pace, Chen Shu asked with a smile: "Have you practiced any skills today? How was the effect?"

Since the last time during the anti-X operation at Qingyue Bridge, after Zhu Yiba accidentally got stuck, Chen Shu subconsciously began to pay attention to the other party's firearms training, for fear of doing it again for the second time.

Before Zhu Yiba could speak, Yang Chang, who was walking in front, turned around and joked loudly: "Yes, Lao Zhu has practiced gun inspection and reloading several times, he is so proficient!"

"Ha ha!"

"You're just laughing your ass off, go your way."

"Tsk, tsk, what Captain Yang said is quite melancholy."

The team followed Yang Chang up the stairs in a bustling manner and went to the gun warehouse to hand over their guns.

"Remember to apply oil." Chen Shu, who was standing behind, confessed, then turned around and pulled Zhu Yiba in another direction, "Let's go feed the fish together."

Chen Chuan naturally followed closely.

Secretary Chen sighed and couldn't help but said: "Aren't you going to find something to do when you are at work? Is it interesting to follow me around every day?"

Chen Chuan raised his head and said proudly: "No, it's so interesting."

Since Chen Chuan is a police officer assigned by the city bureau, Chen Shu has no jurisdiction over him publicly, and privately he is his best classmate, so he can only let him mess around.

The three of them walked to the small pond in the corner of the large yard.

This small pond was created after the last detachment leader returned from a business trip to Suzhou. In order to relieve the work pressure of the police, he specially recruited well-known designers and construction teams in the city to tinker with it.

Not to mention, in the SWAT brigade, a hard-core combat unit that is full of square shapes and shiny shells, it is indeed much more comfortable to have such a lush and super mini garden.

Chen Shu took out a small bag of fish food from his pocket and gave it to Zhu Yiba, and said with emotion: "I know you are good at shooting, but there is no need to save these bullets for the unit. It will be troublesome to deal with it at the end of the year."

Over the years, the special police brigade's bullet allocation quota has been overflowing. In order to avoid being stuck by superiors in the next year, the police will be organized to use more efficient submachine guns to shoot automatically at the shooting range at the end of the year.

In order to get off work on time, there are a few exaggerated guys who can hold one in each hand and let go of it, just to finish shooting all the bullets planned for that year.

Often after a day of fighting, a person's arms and head will feel dizzy. Even if the gun is stopped, the melon in the head is still buzzing, and the bullet casings on the ground have long piled up into a hill.

Zhu Yiba shrugged: "Not exciting."

Chen Chuan, who was standing on the side, saw that Zhu Yiba was soft and refused to eat, and deliberately provoked: "This is definitely incomparable with you in the army. To be honest, your marksmanship is very bad, and you are afraid of losing the border defense special agent." It’s a shame to fight, so I just won’t play anymore.”

Zhu Yiba laughed, and really accepted Chen Chuan's routine.

He took off the armed belt from his waist and put it aside, then sat on the stone bench beside the small pavilion and mocked: "No matter what, I can shoot more accurately than you even with my eyes closed."

This sentence is to the point. Chen Chuan has a high IQ, high emotional intelligence, and good physical fitness. The only thing is that his marksmanship is a mess, to the extent that there is no cure.

"That's better than some people being soft at the critical moment! Now we will be laughed at by our own people, be careful if it is spread by the ladies in the future, it will bring shame to our Zhengming Brigade!"

"Hey, let me tell you, Chen Chuan, can your brain be filled with other things besides these dirty things?"

"Dirty? Don't touch women if you have the ability. Oh, I understand, you won't be too..."

"You're too MB!"

"XXX!"

The two of them were scolding each other back and forth, while Chen Shu was smiling and enjoying it.

He is used to it, but if he can maintain this active energy at all times, that is not a bad thing.

At this time, the cell phone rang, and when he picked it up, it was the captain Li Da who wanted to ask him something.

After Chen Shu left in a hurry, Chen Chuan naturally followed.

Zhu Yiba gently tore open the small bag containing fish food, took out some small black particles, and threw them far into the pond one by one.

The originally calm water surface immediately surged, and the carp with their lips hanging open suddenly gathered into a red whirlpool and crowded together where the fish food was thrown.

The ripples floated around in circles.

Years ago, at a shooting range on the border of Yun Province.

The shooting range is backed by hills in the suburbs. Except for the newly watered asphalt road in front of the gate, it is mostly surrounded by lush trees. Large swaths of sunlight shine on the ground through the gaps in the leaves, forming mottled light and shadow.

Several armed policemen wearing light gray camouflage uniforms sat in the shade of the trees and rested.

One of the armed policemen, who was older than the others, leaned against a big tree and looked quietly to the north from a distance.

"Squad leader, don't look at your hometown. You can't escape there. Let's take a look at your target paper first. It's much worse than the platoon leader." A chubby soldier spread out two target papers on the ground. , teasing the squad leader who was looking far away.

The squad leader came back to his senses, and while stroking the butt of the QBZ in his arms, he said with emotion: "Platoon leader, don't mention it. Looking at our entire team, your rapid fire results are not bad. You are worthy of being a member of the special service. I guess it is also good." Only those people directly under Lao Liu can compete with you."

"Squad leader, please stop being rude to me. Those people who are rebelling against the Communist Party, well, those people are not human beings! Haha, as long as I am a three-legged cat, I don't care if I don't mention it or not." Zhu, who was recently transferred to the platoon leader Yiba first praised others, and then commented modestly on himself.

Picking up the newly issued border patrol multifunctional water bottle and taking a sip of water, he continued: "Your fire suppression just now, the bullet dispersion and hit rate are really impressive, and I am also very impressed."

"That's right, I don't care about the stars hanging on your shoulders. Everything speaks for itself." The squad leader, who joined the army at the age of 18 and is now a third-term noncommissioned officer, took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms and took out a polite one. He handed it to Zhu Yiba and said, "Platoon leader, having said that, don't be polite to me. Everyone knows who I am, Lao Wang, and I am not trying to flatter you."

Before he finished speaking, the fat soldier who was squatting next to him and playing with disassembling and assembling a rifle, with a crook hanging on his shoulder, stopped what he was doing, raised his head, opened his mouth, and said in a rough voice: "Yes, our squad leader's." The whole detachment is famous for his temper, and it would be harder to flatter him than to kill him. Right, monitor?"

The fat soldier is actually not too fat, he just has a little belly. In society, he can still be regarded as a standard body type, but in the military camp where he trains every day, he is a little conspicuous.

His eyes are small, and they narrow into a straight line when he smiles. You can tell that he is a cheerful and optimistic guy, who is the happy fruit of the workplace.

The Fat Warrior's nickname is "Little Fatty", which not only refers to his slightly chubby figure, but also refers to his squinty eyes.

There is a saying from the ancients that people with a broad heart and a fat body are just right for him. (End of chapter)