Chapter 1225: .Instructors and instructors (1/5)

Time passed quickly. One month of training entered the final stage. The last week will be shooting training. Assault bullets are mainly pistols.
New Zealand police do not carry guns for law enforcement, but they are also equipped with guns. In serious and important cases, guns are still used to solve problems, so gun shooting must be accurate.
For three weeks, Wang Bo went to a retreat with Eva every weekend. His parents also came last weekend and brought him a lot of dishes, such as traditional Chinese food such as beef sauce and beef jerky.
Every time he walked away from the corner, the police officer's college didn't check it rigorously, and the security guards found him long ago. Wang Bo sent them quick-frozen dumplings and a deep-fried tenderloin, and successfully bribed them.
In addition to Wang Bo, other people will slip out on weekends to add some living supplies or meet their family.
Only the first weekend was the most rigorous management, and it is estimated that the school also had the idea of ​​giving them power.
During these three weekends, he got another third-level heart, which is a campus heart. In this way, the heart of the campus has been upgraded to the third level no matter whether it is a primary school or a newly-started middle school.
On Monday, firing training officially began. The responsible instructor, named Smith-Roberta, came to apply after the New Zealand Army retired. Wang Bo and others were his first students.
The instructor had a serious expression on his face, his eyes closed like a knife, his lips closed, and he looked as if he could not wait to eat them.
The trainees caused a line to wait for his inspection. He walked over and sorted out the dress for a small man in the front row, saying, "Fortunately, you are a police student and not my recruit in the army. Otherwise, you will be dressed incorrectly and I will be The pain of punishment is unbearable. "
Seeing that he was not as harsh as his appearance, the student asked boldly, "Sir, if you were in the army, how would you punish him?"
The instructor sneered: "It's very simple. I will prepare ten sets of military uniforms, and let him change them next to each other on the playground. They must be folded and put on without any errors."
The students next to me quickly looked at their clothes and checked for any vacancies.
When he arrived at Sweet Man, this guy committed another problem with pretending to be old, and asked, "Instructor, may I ask which army you are in? My name is Sweet Man, and I work for the 15th Division of the Southern Military Region ..."
The instructor interrupted him: "I know you. When I served, I was in the Black Hawk Regiment of the 2nd Division of the Northern Military Region, leading an assault company with the rank of major."
Seeing this, the sweet man immediately stopped talking, and Li Zheng, slammed his head up and collected his ass, shouted, "Good sir!"
The instructor returned a military salute: "Have a break, call me instructor. Now we are not in the army anymore, but colleagues belonging to the police system."
He continued to move forward, past Wang Bo, next to Uncle Bing and his son, he glanced suddenly, and then performed a hasty military ceremony.
Wang Bo was surprised and whispered: "Hey, Uncle Bing, why is he giving you a marching ceremony?"
The instructor saw him talking and frowned, "No whispering!"
Wang Bo exclaimed: "Yes, instructor, I want to ask my companion why you gave him a march!"
The instructor walked back in two strides, and Tie Qing said with a grimace, "Are you clueless or not? I am not allowed to speak in private. Why do you still blow your nose on your face and call me out?"
The other students immediately laughed, and the instructor's face became even more ugly. He shouted, "Is this funny? This is the discipline you showed me? Very good, do you like to laugh? Keep laughing at me, no one is allowed to stop ! "
The trainees saw him angry and startled.
The instructor pointed at them with his hand and said, "The police force, like the army, needs strong discipline. Considering that everyone is a colleague who is about to enter the job, I don't want to make things too ugly."
"This time, I will give you a chance, and everyone laughs for five minutes. If there is another time, I will punish you. I hope you don't blame me for being too cruel!"
"Laugh!"
Who dares to laugh? The students became puppets in the rain, standing there with their mouths closed.
The instructor was unwilling, and said, "It ’s not allowed to laugh together when you laugh. It makes you laugh and do n’t laugh. It ’s good, you guys, you deliberately anger me? Do n’t laugh, line up, run, prepare, run ! "
A group of people ran around the playground with a sigh of humming, and the instructor waved at Uncle Bing and motioned him to stand in front of him.
So the next show was that Uncle Bing and the instructor talked and laughed there. Others lined up in a neat queue around the playground. The instructor didn't stop and no one dared to stop.
After 12 full laps, everyone was sweating and almost dehydrated, and the instructor beckoned them to stop, saying: "This is the first time to punish you, and it is the lightest form of corporal punishment. If you are smart enough, then Better not try to anger me. "
Sweet man shouted, "Yes, instructor!"
The others hurried and shouted, "Yes, instructor!"
"A mess, it's not orderly!"
"Yes, instructor!" The tone was consistent this time.
After a short break, they started firing guns, like the guns used in the post, Glock 18, a New Zealand active police pistol.
Most people are very excited to get this gun. Although New Zealand cannot help but buy a pistol, it is still difficult to buy a pistol. A short gun is no longer than a long gun. Because a short gun is easy to hide, once someone is used to commit crime, it is difficult to prevent, so the control is stricter.
In addition, the guns they now receive are guns that they can take to other places in the future, and the New Zealand Pistol Control Regulations also have a strict rule that they are not allowed to go out unless they have special approval.
Wang Bo and others have nothing to be excited about. They have been playing this gun for several years, and they have long been tired.
Others were familiar with Glock. He was chatting with Uncle Bing and others, asking, "Why did the instructor salute you just now?"
Uncle Bing said: "I didn't know it at first, but later I knew that he had gone to SAS special training and received anti-terrorism and riot training. At that time, I was their instructor."
Wang Bo suddenly said: "That's so dramatic, why don't you recognize him?"
Uncle Bing laughed: "I'm an instructor at sas, responsible for leading soldiers. I have to bring over five hundred recruits every year. How can each one remember? Besides, I brought him eight years ago."
"Then there is this relationship, can we open the back door for us?" Atulu was more concerned about the practical point.
Uncle Bing shrugged: "Yes, I already know our training subjects. It is estimated that I will be relaxed this week. I can get excellent results with these eyes closed."
Aturu asked, "What about me?"
"During the march, the pistol hits the target, and the moving target is 45 rings. How many rings do you think you can hit?" Uncle Bing asked.
Asturu sighed: "Damn, I guess it's hard to pass." (To be continued.)