Chapter 2 Enter the movie, Gun King..

In 1996, in Hong Kong, Qin Hui stood on the street and was a little overwhelmed. Yes, this is the world of the Gun King. Qin Hui herself has seen the Gun King starring Zhang Guorong, but it has been too long. In addition to knowing Zhang Guorong, she only remembers the leading inspector Miao Zhishun. As for the plot, to be honest, I really don't remember much, and it's not even as comprehensive as the information given by the system.

However, for Qin Hui, none of this is a problem. He is here to kill people, as long as he remembers the people he wants to kill.

Touching the two pistols pinned to his waist, Qin Hui walked towards a patrol policeman.

"Brother, I'm going to ask you about someone."

The patrolman looked at Qin Hui's dress and said, "Quickly, I still have to patrol."

"Brother, thank you for your hard work. I want to ask which police station Inspector Miao Zhishun is in and I am his admirer. Inspector Miao is the shooting champion of the Kowloon Gun Club and wants to learn shooting from him.

"How to shoot!" The patrolman looked at the crowd around him and smiled and replied, "If you ask me about other inspectors, I may not know, but Inspector Miao Zhishun is different. He is the pride of our police. I heard that when he was in the police academy, he won the first place every year. When he first entered the police force, I was still there! It's a pity that he is an inspector now, and I'm still fucking patrolling here. However, I don't think it's possible for you to learn guns from Inspector Miao. Recently, Inspector Miao took over a big case, and four G4 agents were killed. Now Inspector Miao is looking for gun masters all over the world to investigate the case. I don't think I have time to teach you.

Seeing the patrolman talking non-stop, Qin Hui did not disturb. After listening quietly for more than half an hour, the patrolman said that Inspector Miao was at the police station on the central street.

After smiling and waving goodbye to the patrol police, Qin Hui strode to the police station. As soon as Qin Hui walked into the police station, she saw a Kia SUV driving in the distance. At the moment when the car drove past him, through the glass of the window, Qin Hui saw that the man driving in the car was exactly the Miao Zhishun he was looking for.

Looking at the passing car, Qin Hui walked over slowly. After Miao Zhishun stopped, he rushed to the side of the car and opened the door for Miao Zhishun in the car.

When he saw someone opening the door for himself, Miao Zhishun's first reaction was not to smile, but to put his hand on the gun holster around his waist. The body also leaned slightly like one side of the seat and asked, "Who are you?"

Looking at Miao Zhishun's movements, Qin Hui was stunned, and then smiled brightly; "Inpect Miao, I'm your fan and want to learn from you at the gun fair."

"Learn from the gun!" Miao Zhishun held the handle of the gun around his waist and slowly walked down from the position given up by Qin Hui. That action is like an old man who is about to die, not an inspector with the best marksmanship in the police force.

"I don't look like it. When you saw me, the index finger of your right hand at your waist moved twice in a row. The way you look at me is not ordinary people's eyes, and when I put my hand on the handle of the gun, your left finger is also moving. And this action is like pulling the trigger!"

"Papa, Papa, Papa." Qin Hui smiled and patted her hands and said with a smile, "Okay, very good. The analysis is really in place, but recently I heard that you are looking for a master with a gun?"

Hearing Qin Hui's words, Miao Zhishun asked coldly, "Why, you did the case."

"No, no, no, no." Qin Hui shook her head, patted the 92 pistol around her waist, and replied word by word; "I just heard from others that your gun is fast and accurate. And my gun is also very fast and accurate, so I want to play with you.

Looking at the traces of bulging pistols on both sides in Qin Hui's waist, Miao Zhishun pulled out the gun in an instant.

"Raise your hand, I suspect that you are hiding a gun and act suspiciously. Now please turn around and put your hand on your head.

At the gate of the police station, many policemen came in and out. They saw Miao Zhishun even pulled out their guns, and many good policemen surrounded them.

"Turn around and put your hands on your head."

To Miao Zhishun's words, Qin Hui raised her hand with a smile; "Inpect Miao, are you right! I'm a law-abiding citizen, and you pointed a gun at me. Hong Kong is a law-speaking, don't you want to do it anymore?"

As more and more people gathered, a fierce policeman hurried out of the police station. As soon as the man came out, he complained, "A Miao, what are you doing! This is the training ground at the gate of the police station, and the gun is not used like this! Take it back quickly, or if someone accuses you of abuse of power, you will be in trouble.

After hearing this, Miao Zhishun said directly, "Azu, you go and search him. I suspect that he is the murderer of the G4 agent, and the gun is on his waist."

Hearing Miao Zhishun's words, the policeman named Azu did not come forward to search Qin Hui, but opened up to Miao Zhishun: "Miao, I know that 4 agents have died. You are under a lot of pressure, but I hope you can calm down."

Then Azu pointed to the police station behind him and said, A Miao, this is the police station. Who will bring a gun here to make trouble?

"Azu, believe me, I really saw it! His eyes are definitely a master of guns, and he must have a gun in his waist. Now as an inspector, I order you to search immediately.

Seeing that Miao Zhishun said this, a policeman named Azu had to smile at Qin Hui, and then went to Qin Hui to search.

After searching, Azu turned his head and said to Miao Zhishun, "No! Miao, I said that you are under too much pressure. Why don't you go back and rest for a few days?

Seeing that Azu didn't search for anything, Miao Zhishun stepped forward in disbelief and searched in person.

"Really not!" Miao Zhishun frowned and searched Qin Hui again.

Seeing Miao Zhishun's doubtful appearance, Qin Hui smiled, and then approached Miao Zhishun's ear and whispered, "Search me! Inspector Miao, is it fun? Ha ha, I have a gun, but I hid it. Do you want to know where it is? Do you still want to know who killed the G4 agent?

Looking at Miao Zhishun's cold eyes, Qin Hui patted the folded clothes; "Ha ha, I won't tell you, let's play slowly!"

The gun was indeed at the waist just now, but when Azu came up to search his body, he was transferred to the space of the system by Qin Hui. Seeing that Miao Zhishun was still looking at himself coldly, Qin Hui secretly made a pistol posture with his hand. Then he said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Inspect Miao, the game has just begun!" Bang, bang. Haha. See you next time." After saying that, Qin Hui patted her clothes and turned away.

After Qin Hui left, Miao Zhishun looked at Qin Hui's back and also ordered the police officer behind him: "Find out the surveillance video and search for his information on the Internet. There must be something wrong with this person."

In this way, after returning to the police station, the police officer in charge of the network immediately called out the information arranged by the system for Qin Hui. In addition to this identity here, Qin Hui also received a start-up capital of 50,000 Hong Kong dollars.

Slowly, with the typing sound of a policeman, he soon found out everything that had already been arranged.

"Inspector, I found out that this person is really not an ordinary person!"

Miao Zhishun was sitting on the sofa with coffee, but after hearing the news, he immediately got up and came to the computer and asked, "Is he an international killer? Is there a wanted notice?"

"There is no! Inspector, it is said that this person's name is Qin Hui, 25 years old, and he belongs to Interpol. And he is also a famous sharpshooter in Interpol. He came to Hong Kong for vacation this time.

"How could this happen!" Miao Zhishun stared at the computer screen and asked reluctantly, "Is his information likely to be forged?"

"None! Inspector, I use the special database inside the police, which contains not only his photos. Even when and where he received training and what honors he has won is no different. Absolutely not!"

Hearing this, Miao Zhishun, holding coffee, couldn't help thinking about what Qin Hui had just said to him.

"This man is an Interpol and knows very well about this shooting case, so what is his purpose! Come to Hong Kong for a vacation! No, it's unlikely. I always feel that when he looks at me, there is an obvious murderous intention in his eyes. And when he said that he knew who the gunman was, the murderous intention was undisguised.

In the shooting, four G4 agents were shot and killed in the room without resistance, and it took less than ten seconds before and after the gun ended. And all of them were two shots, hitting the point.

Just as Miao Zhishun was secretly thinking, the typing policeman had a new clue; "Inpect, there is a special information in Qin Hui's intelligence."

"Quickly read." Miao Zhishun asked urgently.

"A person who did not want to reveal his name said that this Interpol named Qin Hui has serious obsessive-compulsive disorder and depression, and has a record of shooting innocent citizens in the course of carrying out his mission. However, all this has been covered up by Interpol and is not written in the file.

"And the person who did not want to be named also said that Qin Hui herself was under serious mental pressure, and his doctor also wrote a report letter for this, asking Interpol to make a psychological assessment report on her. However, Interpol did not pay attention to all this.

After taking a sip of coffee, Miao Zhishun gently knocked on the table; "Then can we detain it at the police station?"

"No, he belongs to Interpol, and his own level is also very high within INTERPOL. According to international law, I can only report to Interpol and submit his criminal evidence. We do not have the right to arrest him, nor can we detain him, because it will be related to many international secrets. And according to international law, he has the right to arrest him before he sees the order of Interpol. According to the information, if we are forcibly arrested, there will be a lot of casualties, and because it is illegal, we can't explain it to the above.

didn't know the impact on Miao Zhishun. Qin Hui took a taxi and came to the training ground of the gun club. The training ground here is the venue of many gun competitions in Hong Kong. Qin Hui came here to check the record of the match between Rick and Miao Zhishun in order to better understand the enemy's information.

By the vague impression in his memory, Qin Hui knew that he still had a few days, because Rick had not been taken back to the police station at this time, and the one named Azu had not been killed by Rick.

"Hello, sir, this is the Hong Kong firearms training ground. What can I do for you?" A receptionist in a suit at the front desk said with a smile.

Qin Hui put the * given by the system on the counter and replied directly: "I'm Qin Hui of the Interpol. I heard that three years ago, two top gunners in Hong Kong competed here. I want to see their competition records to see if there is anything I can learn from."

The receptionist picked up Qin Hui's*, looked at it and nodded; "We don't have a video record of the game here, but there is a written report. Do you want to watch it?"

Seeing the record taken out by the receptionist from the archives room, Qin Hui smiled and said thank you, and then went straight through the information and looked around the street.

Rick's "Zhang Guorong" shooting range free shooting time 10.25 seconds 12A. Miao Zhishun's "Fang Zhongxin" shooting range took 10.38 seconds and 12A.

"Can I use the shooting range?" Qin Hui asked the receptionist.

After hearing Qin Hui's words, the receptionist replied directly: "Yes, sir, but you need to pay a usage fee of 2,000 Hong Kong dollars, and we will provide you with special competition guns."

After handing over the identity* also forged by the system and cash to the reception, Qin Hui received her own competition pistol.

This pistol is different from its own Type 92. This is a modified gun, and the silver-white pistol about 21 centimeters long is full of different aesthetics. The modified magazine loaded 17 rounds, and the bullets are also pure hand-polished bullets. The bullet is thin in front and thick in the back, and the gun also comes with a yellow night vision scope.

"Kka!" Qin Hui pulled down the bolt. With the gun knowledge in her memory, Qin Hui found that the pulling power of the bolt was very small, so small that it felt like a woman's pistol. However, this kind of gun feels very well. It is worthy of being a shooting range. In terms of the feel, it is much better than my standard 92.

Standing in the preparation position of the freestyle shooting range, Qin Hui, with red goggles, stared at the target in the arena and listened to the explanation of the target officer; "The target on the field is a special paper target for the competition, a total of 12, hitting the head is A, the chest is B, and the limbs are C. In front of each target, there is a blackened position. This position is a bunker. The result of hitting the bunker and falling on the target is invalid. The gun is loaded with 17 rounds and 12 rounds. Now, please take your place."

After moving his body a little, Qin Hui made a prepared posture.

After seeing that Qin Hui was ready, the target officer held the counter in his left hand, raised it with his right hand and shouted, "Prepare, start."