1241. 1225. Instructors and Instructors (1/5)

Chapter 1241 1225. Instructors and Instructors (15)

Time flies, one month of training has entered the final stage, and the last week will be shooting training, assault bullets, mainly pistols.

The New Zealand police do not carry guns to enforce the law, but they do have guns. When encountering serious and important cases, they still rely on guns to solve the problem, so the marksmanship must be accurate.

For three weeks, Wang Bo went to tryst with Eva every weekend. His parents also came last weekend and brought him a lot of dishes, such as traditional Chinese delicacies such as sauced beef and beef jerky.

Every time he slipped around the corner and left, the police academy did not check strictly, and the security guards had already discovered him. Wang Bo successfully bribed them by sending them quick-frozen dumplings and a piece of dry-fried tenderloin.

Except for Wang Bo, other people will also sneak out on weekends to replenish some living supplies or meet family members.

Only the first weekend is the strictest management, and it is estimated that the school also has the idea of ​​giving them a try.

During these three weekends, he got another third-level heart, which is a campus heart. In this way, regardless of the primary school or the newly opened middle school, the campus heart has been upgraded to the third level.

On Monday, the shooting training officially started. The instructor in charge was Smith-Roberta, who came to apply after retiring from the New Zealand Army. Wang Bo and others were his first students.

The instructor had a serious expression on his face, his eyes were like knives, and his lips were tightly closed, looking like he wanted to eat it up.

The trainees lined up to wait for his inspection. He walked over solemnly, adjusted the clothes of a small man at the head, and said, "Fortunately, you are police trainees and not my new recruits in the army. Otherwise, you will be caught by me if you wear the wrong clothes." The punishment is painful."

The student saw that he was not as harsh as he looked, so he boldly asked: "Sir, if he was in the army, how would you punish him?"

The instructor sneered and said, "It's very simple. I will prepare ten sets of military uniforms and let him change them one by one on the playground. The ones that are taken off must be folded properly, and there must be no mistakes in wearing them."

The students next to him hurriedly looked at their clothes carefully, checking for omissions and making up for vacancies.

When he arrived at Tiannan's place, this guy committed the old habit of pretending to be more than he was, and asked, "Instructor, which unit did you serve in? My name is Tiannan, and I serve in the 15th Division of the Southern Military Region..."

The instructor interrupted him and said, "I know you. When I served, I was in the Black Eagle Regiment of the 2nd Division of the Northern Military Region. I led an assault company, and my rank was a major."

Seeing this, the sweet man stopped talking immediately, stood at attention with a 'crack', raised his head, chest and buttocks, and shouted loudly: "Hello, sir!"

The instructor replied with a military salute: "Relax, call me instructor, now we are not in the army, but colleagues in the police system."

He continued to walk forward, and next to Wang Bo was Uncle Bing and his son. He was taken aback for a look, and then gave a hasty military salute.

Wang Bo was quite surprised, and whispered: "Hey, Uncle Bing, why did he give you a military salute?"

Seeing him talking, the instructor frowned and said, "Stop whispering!"

Wang Bo said loudly: "Yes, instructor, I want to ask my companion, why did you give him a military salute!"

The instructor walked back with two big strides, and said with a livid face, "Are you out of your mind or something? I'm not allowed to speak in private, why are you still rubbing your nose and face and shouting for me?"

The other students burst into laughter, and the instructor's face became even uglier. He said sharply, "Is this funny? This is the discipline you showed me? Very good, don't you like to laugh? Keep laughing at me, no one is allowed to stop." !"

Seeing him angry, the students were so frightened that they fell silent.

The instructor nodded at them and said: "The police force, like the army, requires strong discipline. Considering that everyone is a colleague who is about to enter the workplace, I don't want to make things too ugly."

"This time, I will give you a chance. You just have to laugh for five minutes. If there is a next time, I will punish you physically. I hope you will not blame me for being too cruel!"

"Laugh!"

Who dares to laugh? The students turned into partridges in the rain, standing there obediently with their mouths shut.

The instructor was not happy, and said: "Laugh together when you are not allowed to laugh, let you laugh and not laugh, very good, you bastards, are you deliberately pissing me off? Then stop laughing, line up, run, prepare, run !"

A group of people started to run around the playground with a sullen 'hum huh huh'. The instructor waved to Uncle Bing and motioned him to come out to him.

So the next program was that Uncle Bing and the instructor were chatting and laughing happily, and the others lined up neatly and ran around the playground, lap after lap, the instructor did not call to stop, and no one dared to stop.

After running a full twelve laps, everyone was sweating profusely and almost dehydrated, the instructor beckoned them to stop, and said: "This is the first time to punish you physically, and it is also the lightest form of physical punishment. If you are smart enough, then Better not try to provoke me."

Sweet Man shouted: "Yes, instructor!"

The others hurriedly followed suit: "Yes, instructor!"

"Messy and untidy!"

"Yes, instructor!" The tone was the same this time.

After a short rest, they began to fire guns, the same as the guns used in the future, Glock 18, a New Zealand active police pistol.

Most people were very excited to get this gun. Although guns are not banned in New Zealand, it is still difficult to buy a pistol. Short guns are no better than long guns, because short guns are easy to hide.

In addition, the guns they get now are guns that they can wear elsewhere in the future, and New Zealand's pistol control regulations also have a strict regulation, that is, unless there is special approval, they are not allowed to take guns out of the house.

Wang Bo and others have nothing to be excited about. They have been playing with this gun for several years, and they have long been tired of it.

The others were getting acquainted with Glock. He was chatting with Uncle Bing and others, and asked, "Why did the instructor salute you just now?"

Uncle Bing said: "I didn't know it at first, but I found out later that he had gone to SAS for special training and received anti-terrorism and anti-riot training. I was their instructor at that time."

Wang Bo suddenly said, "That was so dramatic, why didn't you recognize him?"

Uncle Bing smiled and said, "I was an instructor in SAS, and I was in charge of leading soldiers. I have to lead more than 500 recruits every year. How could it be possible to remember all of them? Besides, it was eight years ago when I led him."

"Then there is such a relationship, can you open the back door for us?" Atulu is more concerned about practical issues.

Uncle Bing shrugged and said, "Yes, I already know our training subjects. I guess I will relax this week. I can get excellent results in these subjects with my eyes closed."

Atulu asked, "What about me?"

"Pistol shooting on the move, a moving target with a ring of 45 is considered excellent, how many rings do you think you can hit?" Uncle Bing asked.

Atulu sighed: "Damn it, I guess it will be difficult to pass."