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When the office door reopened, Fang Jiexia had already returned to her aloof demeanor, with only her slightly reddened ears still bearing traces of what had just happened.

Chen Fan walked out and nodded to the few people standing in the corridor.

"Come in, all of you."

Ma Jun, Song Zijie, Curry, and Chili filed in, their eyes sweeping between Chen Fan and Fang Jiexia before quickly shifting away.

"Starting today, Inspector Fang will temporarily join our team."

Chen Fan scanned the room, finally settling his gaze on Fang Jiexia's face.

"Is there anything you'd like to say?"

"No, I'll do whatever Inspector Chen says."

Fang Jiexia said expressionlessly.

Chen Fan nodded slightly: "In that case, let's all take a half-day break."

"Inspector Chen, I think..."

"Um?"

"fine."

Fang Jiexia swallowed back the words she was about to say when she saw Chen Fan looking at her.

"Disband!"

Chen Fan didn't argue with her any further. After straightening his clothes, he walked straight out of the office.

Fang Jiexia let out a soft breath, trying her best to maintain her inspector's dignity.

"How long have you four been with Inspector Chan?"

"Well..."

Curry Chili and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

They had just speculated about the relationship between the two in the corridor. Now that Chen Fan wasn't around, wouldn't they be in big trouble if they said the wrong thing?

So they all made excuses and left the office.

"you!!"

Fang Jiexia was furious. In the end, she stomped her foot and plopped down in the chair that Chen Fan had just been sitting in.

the other side.

Chen Fan went to Uncle Biao's office alone.

"Afan?"

"Uncle Biao, this case is more complicated. The criminals are armed with heavy firepower, and a .38 pistol alone may not be enough."

Chen Fan said in a serious tone, "We roughnecks are fine, but Inspector Fang is so young, what if something happens to him..."

"Stop talking!"

Uncle Biao raised his hand to stop him, "You're applying for a new gun, right? Okay, I'll make the call in a bit."

"Thank you, Uncle Biao!"

Chen Fan smiled and stood up to salute: "By the way, what has Jiaju been up to lately? I haven't seen him at all."

"Him..."

Speaking of this, Uncle Biao, who had been looking relaxed, suddenly showed the expression of an old man on the subway.

"He went on a secret mission."

"oh..."

Chen Fan wisely refrained from asking further questions. "Uncle Biao, you'd better hurry, or I won't dare take Inspector Fang out on the street."

"knew!"

Uncle Biao waved his hand impatiently: "I'll send the gun over to you as early as this afternoon!"

Hearing this, Chen Fan's understanding of Fang Jiexia's background was once again refreshed.

Everyone in the police force is complaining about the .38 caliber gun, but there's nothing they can do because the quota for new firearms is only so small each year.

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to get approval.

But now, just because of her existence, not only can approval be easily obtained, but the money can be received in the afternoon?

As Uncle Biao said, the facts are indeed as he described.

The gun arrived at 3 PM.

Uncle Biao personally pushed a small cart to the office of the Third Major Crimes Unit. There were six black gun cases on the cart, stacked neatly.

Chen Fan opened the first gun case, and a brand-new Glock 17 lay quietly in the black foam padding.

The gun body is jet black with smooth lines, and the anti-slip texture of the grip has a matte finish under the light.

He picked up the gun, removed the magazine, and pulled the slide to check the chamber with fluid movements.

Chili's eyeballs nearly fell into the gun case.

"This gun is so beautiful!!"

He reached out to touch it, then pulled back, rubbed his palms vigorously on his clothes, and then cautiously extended his hand.

Curry stood behind him, craning his neck, his eyes fixed on the gun, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Ma Jun and Song Zijie each picked one up and played with it with it, clearly enjoying it.

"The Glock 17 weighs 625 grams unloaded, has a magazine capacity of 17 rounds, and is 9mm in caliber."

Fang Jiexia stood to the side, her gaze fixed on Chen Fan's hand. "Effective range: fifty meters; initial velocity: three hundred and sixty meters per second."

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow, put down the gun, picked up the magazine, and loaded it with bullets.

"Let's try it at the shooting range."

The shooting range is located on the second basement level of the police station and is used for police officers' training.

When Chen Fan and his group arrived, the place was empty, with only a few target papers hanging forlornly on the track.

Ma Jun was the first to walk to the firing position, gripping the gun with both hands, his posture quite professional.

Bang bang bang! !

A series of gunshots echoed across the firing range, and spent cartridges clattered and fell to the ground.

But when he finished playing and looked at the results, his face turned completely black.

Of the ten bullets fired, only three hit the seven-ring mark; the rest went astray, with two even nearly missing the target.

Chili was covering her mouth and chuckling to herself, but Ma Jun glared at her and she immediately stopped laughing.

"Come here!"

"Come on then!"

Chili stood at the firing port with her beloved gun, took a deep breath, and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

His score was slightly better than Ma Jun's; four out of ten bullets hit within the seven-ring, but the remaining six were still wildly scattered.

Curry's score was about the same as chili's; they were evenly matched.

Song Zijie, on the other hand, performed quite well, consistently staying within the 9th Ring Road.

"I got an A in shooting class at police academy!"

Looking at the others, he revealed a smug smile.

Chen Fan turned to look at Fang Jiexia.

The latter took a light breath, walked to the firing position, picked up a Glock 17 from the gun case, checked it, and then loaded the magazine.

Her movements were very skilled, and every step was incredibly precise.

The action of raising the gun was clean and efficient, with both arms straight, the body slightly leaning forward, and the center of gravity between the two feet.

Bang bang bang bang bang——

The gunfire was continuous, the sound as dense as popping beans.

After running out of bullets, Fang Jiexia did not immediately put down her gun. Instead, she maintained her aiming posture for two seconds before slowly lowering her arm.

All ten bullet holes are concentrated between the ninth and tenth rings, forming a tight circular distribution.

"Wow..."

Chili let out a sigh, and was about to say something when Curry covered her mouth.

Fang Jiexia put down her gun, turned her head, and looked over everyone else, her gaze landing on Chen Fan.

"Would you like to give it a try, Inspector Chan?"

Her tone was calm, but her eyes held an undisguised provocation.

"By the time you aim like that, the criminal will either fire first or have already escaped."

Chen Fan shook his head slightly, then walked to the shooting position.

Unlike Fang Jiexia, he didn't inspect the gun or adjust his stance. He simply held the gun in his hand, weighed it in his hand, and then—

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

The gunshots were incredibly fast, rang out almost simultaneously within the same second.

The intervals between each shot were so short that it made one wonder if they were firing blindly.

But when the target paper was retrieved, the entire firing range fell silent.

All seventeen bullets hit the center of the bullseye.

The bullet holes almost overlapped, forming a fist-sized hole at the bullseye.

The most terrifying thing is that this was not a precise shot that had been adjusted, but a rapid-fire shot completed in an extremely short time.

The chili pepper's mouth was open in an "O" shape, and it couldn't close it for a long time.

Curry Ma Jun and the others also gasped in shock.

They all knew Chen Fan was a skilled marksman, but only now did they have a clear understanding of it.

Compared to others, Fang Jiexia's feelings were much more complicated at this moment.

She is both competitive and admires strength; for example, at this moment, although she is not convinced, she also admires him greatly.

"Officer Chen, I want to learn marksmanship from you!"

"I don't have time to teach you. Take your time. You'll get faster with more practice."

Chen Fan removed the magazine, "And often, the courage to fire is far more important than marksmanship."

Fang Jiexia bit her lip and remained silent.

"Brother Fan, this gun is really useful!"

Chili pepper came over with a grin.

"If it's useful, practice more. You guys can practice shooting here this afternoon."

Chen Fan put the gun away and, unusually, smiled at Fang Jiexia.

"Thanks a lot this time, I really appreciate it."

"It's none of my business!"

Fang Jiexia immediately tensed her face and resumed her aloof demeanor.

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow.

This woman must have some serious illness, that she enjoys being scolded so much?

"You'll stay and practice too. We'll talk about anything else when you can empty your magazine in three seconds with an 80% accuracy rate!"

"YES, sir!"

Fang Jiexia subconsciously straightened her body, but then realized that she held a higher position, and blushed slightly.

When I looked up again, Chen Fan was already gone.

"What are you looking at? Practice your shooting!"

She noticed the gazes of Chili and the others, and immediately reprimanded them with a stern face.