"Okay then" Cheng Qianxun freed up a hand and clicked on the home theater: "Let's start with funny movies."
"It's better to kill people by dismembering them.
You couldn't stand watching me pry open a human skull just now.
Give it a good workout."
Rudolf closed his eyes and raised his finger.
The exaggerated performance and canned dubbing on the wide screen disappeared, and a man in a suit A burly man with a shirtless vest and an iron mask on his face appeared, holding a sizzling chainsaw in his hand.
"Chainsaw Massacre, oh, we are eating.
Isn't today enough to satisfy your appetite?"
Regel quickly pointed his finger again: "Let's just look at survival, special forces, and skills training."
Tough men carrying various guns and wearing camouflage uniforms stumbled and crawled among the guns.
"Okay, let's just watch this," Sneijder said quickly, saying what everyone wanted to say: "At least watch movies like Chainsaw Massacre after dinner."
Rudolf walked to the dining car with a plate and put two prawns on the plate with his hands: "While eating dinner, watch surgical anatomy.
It's good to see more.
It used to be part of the spy training.
In the past two days, If you have time, I will teach you how to use weapons and master the disassembly methods of various firearms, just in case."
Cheng Qianxun was eating and watching, and the three men around him were watching with great interest.
Sneijder and Reger told the models of guns and personal opinions from time to time, and Rudolph corrected them when he made mistakes.
These guys could even name the models and origins of the guns in the video, but she didn't recognize any of them.
To be honest, she had no idea about these movies about strong men running in the wilderness or desert with various types of guns that she couldn't tell apart at all, and could only distinguish between submachine guns and short guns.
They were full of muscles and sweating. like.
Now I can only watch it because it contains many life-threatening moments that may come in handy if I encounter it in the future.
The more she looked at her, the heavier her eyelids became, and she didn't even know when she finally fell asleep.
In her confusion, she felt someone covering her with a quilt.
It was so comfortable and warm.
When she woke up, these three guys were still watching.
She was so energetic.
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty."
Regal first noticed that she was awake.
He lowered his head and looked at her with a smile.
No wonder it's so comfortable, they made the sofa wider, wider than it is long, like a big bed.
The strong bodies of Sneijder and Regel were on both sides, covering her so warmly.
"How long have I been sleeping?"
She couldn't help but yawned and sat up.
Sneijder put a cushion on her back: "We have watched two movies and must have slept for less than four hours."
"Are you awake?"
Rudolph stood up, closed his eyes, and transformed into a rectangular black table filled with various guns: "Now let's learn how to disassemble gun bullets."
Seeing Regel and Sneijder jumping off the sofa happily, Cheng Qianxun also walked over.
"Let's start with the simplest TT1930.
You should also have one there, called the May 4th type."
Rudolf walked to a small pistol on the far right, quickly disassembled it and put it back together.
Cheng Qianxun was dazzled by what he saw, and the speed was probably too fast.
After Rudolf loaded the gun, he took aim at a target that had just been conjured on the wall and fired two shots: "The loaded bullet is 923 grams, the net weight is 847 grams, and the range is fifty meters.
Cheng, this gun is best for you, so Be sure to load and unload with your eyes closed and be completely proficient.”
After speaking, he disassembled it and put it on the table: "Now everyone will try it one by one."
Cheng Qianxun pretended awkwardly, and the eight parts couldn't come together.
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Why is this gun so heavy?
It weighs less than one kilogram with bullets, but it feels heavy in your hand.
"One minute, one minute and a half..."
Rudolph was counting the time with a stopwatch.
Reiger and Sneijder were competing for speed.
They were loading and unloading the 107 sniper rifle that weighed 129 kilograms, which is equivalent to more than 28 pounds, and has an effective range of 1,850 meters. .
And she can't even make it through the simplest one After finally loading it, Cheng Qianxun placed the loaded gun on the table, exhaled a long breath, and wiped the sweat with the back of his hand.
"Okay."
Reger placed the loaded sniper rifle heavily on the table.
It was a 25-pound gun.
If it were her, let alone loading it, it might take some effort to pick up the whole gun.
"Three minutes and two seconds" Rudolph pressed the stopwatch and reported the number.
"Okay" Sneijder was only about one second away.
The three of them went to look at Cheng Qianxun's place and saw a complete pistol finally placed on the table.
"It's not easy, I finally pretended to be good."
Sneijder didn't know whether to encourage or ridicule, he pursed his lips and praised.
"What to install next?"
This kind of science and engineering stuff is simply too difficult for a person who majors in liberal arts.
But Cheng Qianxun must bite the bullet and continue to learn.
The more he learns, the more he learns.
Maybe it will be useful in time.
After learning the simplest gun for an hour, Rudolf couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Let me think about it, Cheng is obviously not an agent at all."
Cheng Qianxun's face turned red as she said this: "I'll assemble it again.
It'll be fine after a few more reassemblies."
She reached for the gun, and by the way, when it was dismantled, it seemed like she had to take out the magazine first.
Press the magazine cover with your thumb and remove the magazine with your left hand. . .
She pulled with all her strength and finally pulled it off.
It made the other three men laugh instead.
"No wonder war makes women go away."
Rudolph took the gun and disassembled it all in a matter of seconds.
He placed the parts on the table and scanned the many guns on the table.
Spotting one, he walked over and picked up a gun that looked a little strange.
He took it over and dismantled it and said: "2000 submachine gun, 14 kilograms, range of 200 meters.
The most important parts are six parts.
I hope you are lucky enough to have such a gun.
Come and try it."
After finishing speaking, it was disassembled and placed on the table.
As expected, there were only six parts.
Cheng Qianxun stared blankly at these parts, including springs and so on, and then murmured: "Can you install it again?
I didn't see clearly."
Rudolph was really about to faint, and Sneijder laughed: "Cheng, you have never touched a gun."
Cheng Qianxun shook his head: "We don't allow private individuals to own guns.
The only time I've ever touched a gun is to shoot balloons with an air gun in the park."
"Then you can't blame her."
Reger spoke for her: "I first touched a gun when I was sixteen, and like her, I studied a gun for a long time."
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Sneijder asked very strangely: "Is the security there good?
Why can't you use guns?"
Cheng Qianxun made up a random reason: "If a population of 1.3 billion could privately own guns like the United States or European countries, it would be a terrible sight.
It would be impossible to melt all the kitchen knives to make guns."
"Forget it, you just learn it slowly."
Rudolf obviously had no choice but to help her with guns: "Tomorrow I will teach you sword skills.
Cheng, you have to learn this carefully.
In the first two floors, obviously with swords The chances are much greater than the chances of getting a gun.”
"Yeah" Cheng Qianxun nodded quickly and humbly.
It was rare to have professional guidance.
Sneijder thought for a while and said: "If you still have extra time, I will teach you a few self-defense techniques.
Rudolph, you should have learned a lot, just watch from the side.
Correct any shortcomings."
"District karate champion, nothing can go wrong."
Rudolph smiled slightly: "Okay, now I will teach you how to use the rocket launcher."
When you think of rocket launchers, you think of Gordon.
In the zombie layer, Gordon used this to end the pain of Locke who was torn apart by zombies.
After Gordon's death, probably only Rudolph will be able to use it, so he really needs to learn it hard.
"As for you?"
Rudolf looked at Cheng Qianxun with a helpless look: "Why don't you stop learning?
Let's order some food and go to bed early after eating.
If you learn knife skills and self-defense tomorrow, that will be a big deal."
Physical work.”
What else could Cheng Qianxun say, he walked out obediently and ordered food to the waiter waiting outside the door.
After ordering the meal, the waiter said respectfully and politely: "There is one more thing.
Please don't be angry when I tell you."
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
Cheng Qianxun was a little surprised.
The waiter then said: "Other guests reported that the noise made by the four in the room was intolerable to them.
Normal sounds in this room should be able to be blocked, but..."
At this point, a series of machine gun sounds that were louder than firecrackers suddenly came from the room, and even Cheng Qianxun had to cover his ears.
Then Regel praised: "Good guy, it's really powerful.
It's probably more powerful than what the Terminator uses."
The waiter's expression said it all.
Cheng Qianxun smiled sheepishly: "I'm sorry, I will ask them to keep their voices down."
Putting on the CD, eating dinner on the sofa, and eating snacks afterward.
Regel held a bag of potato chips in his hand, chuckled, and turned his head sideways: "Cheng, don't be so desperate, we will protect you."
"Yeah."
Cheng Qianxun was dismantling the May 4th pistol and said casually: "I just want to learn more.
Anyway, my hands are idle now.
And this should also exercise the brain."
Sneijder was holding a large bucket of popcorn in his hand, watching funny movies, and laughing from time to time: "It's just like that if you exercise again, forget it."
"What do you mean?"
Cheng Qianxun glared and reassembled the gun he had just disassembled: "I still have to learn how to do it."
Reger looked at Sneijder reproachfully, and Rudolf said something fair: "It will take some time for people who have never been exposed to guns to adapt.
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What's more, women's thinking methods are different from men.
The same mechanical knowledge, It usually takes more time for female agents to learn, since she doesn’t have many opportunities to use guns anyway, and she can’t handle heavy guns.”
She knew she had a blank in this area, and she didn't know how long it would take to learn to the level of Regel and Sneijder.
But she will still try her best to learn, even if her foundation is poor and she can still load the simplest gun to pieces after trying several times, but she will still continue.
Because only by letting her teammates see her hard work can they have confidence in her.
A woman who knows nothing about vases, or a woman who can only cook potato and chicken soup, will be eliminated sooner or later.
Cheng Qianxun installed and dismantled it countless times until he got tired and fell asleep with his eyes closed.
Even when he fell asleep, he was touching the parts of the gun in his hands. rs: