Chapter 8: Marksmanship and Accuracy (1/2)
Chapter 9: Marksmanship and Accuracy
Ran Jing could smell the friction intensifying between the two. She felt that since they all came from the same job, there was no need to make things difficult for each other so she tried to step in. “All of you shut up.”
Li Dazhuang turned around and looked at her. “I said that I will protect you. You can reject me from becoming your boyfriend, but you can’t reject the things I’m willing to do for you.”
Ran Jing didn’t know what to say anymore.
Li Dazhuang then looked at Xu Cheng. “You are definitely weaker than me in strength. In combat, you little regional police probably can’t beat me too, as well as any other professional skills. So, to prevent you from finding an excuse for your defeat, let’s compete in a basic skill that both of us are experienced in.”
Xu Cheng, “What is it?”
Li Dazhuang then said, enunciating each word, “Gun assembly.”
He then took out his pistol from his holster and said, “As a police officer, knowing how to assemble their gun is a basic skill that everyone must learn. The gun is a part of us, and we are going to compete on who knows their gun better.”
Then, it became awkward for Xu Cheng because he didn’t get his gun and firearm license yet…
“I don’t have one,” Xu Cheng said frankly.
“Then there’s no need to compete,” Ran Jing intervened. “He rarely carries a gun, his proficiency is definitely not higher than a SWAT member like yourself. The competition is pointless.”
Then, Ran Jing was about to pull Xu Cheng to leave.
Li Dazhuang knew that he couldn’t go against Ran Jing’s words, but he still couldn’t help but mock Xu Cheng more with disdain. “Then I guess you won’t compete with me anymore and just hide behind a woman. Ran Jing, if you like a man like this, then I have nothing to say too. He’s completely useless; no wonder he’s just a regional police officer. He’s completely not on the same level as us.”
Ran Jing frowned. “Li Dazhuang, don’t be an asshole, we are all police officers. What’s the difference?”
Xu Cheng didn’t want to deal with trouble, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t fight back when someone was humiliating him to this degree, or he wouldn’t be the same Xu Cheng that stirred up a storm in the army. Although that damn genetic fluid caused his comprehensive strength to drop, his C-class power was more than enough to handle a D-class officer like Li Dazhuang.
Xu Cheng completely turned around and arrived a few inches away from Li Dazhuang’s face. Both of them were pretty tall, about even in height. Xu Cheng, completely unfazed by the close bull-like encounter, said, “I have always wanted to see what special police units are like. Propose whatever you want, whoever doesn’t have the balls to play is a p---y!”
Li Dazhuang got even closer to Xu Cheng’s face and sneered, “Come with me.”
“Xu Cheng, don’t be impulsive… SWAT units are different from us in nature,” said Ran Jing.
Xu Cheng directly ignored her and followed Li Dazhuang into the practice field inside their Criminal Investigation Department building. Inside there, all kinds of training equipment were present, including a boxing stage and a shooting range.
The two came to a desk. Li Dazhuang took one of his colleague’s pistols and slid it to Xu Cheng, and the two began disassembling the guns. Then, Li Dazhuang said, “When I say start, let’s see who can assemble their gun quicker and then turn around to empty the clip at the target at 30 meters. This way, we are not only competing gun assembling but also marksmanship.”
Ran Jing complained, “It’s not fair. Li Dazhuang, you are on the SWAT team, you have the conditions that allow you to regularly practice these exercises. Xu Cheng doesn’t have such an advantage.”
“He was the one that said whoever doesn’t play is a p---y,” Li Dazhuang looked at Xu Cheng and sneered.