On the training ground of the city's special police brigade, hundreds of tall and thrift construction migrant workers were wearing messy clothes, sitting or standing in groups of people scattered on the cement stairs stands, and more were gathered together to smoke and chat. A few special police were carrying firearms. These migrant workers were just watching, but no one took the initiative to help. The police's living class rarely had an intersection with them. If they could do something or were active in their minds, they would not have gone from the army to the local area, and had at least ten years of life, and were still moving bricks at the bottom of the living class.

Not everyone has higher education opportunities or complete life experience. There are always some people who are struggling to survive but still cannot find the trick to survive.

This made several national security leaders standing next to Buck frown: "Can this be considered an army? Will we rely on such people to act abroad in the future?"

The young one was even more blunt: "Why not just find some top talents from the army to cooperate with each other? The organization of thoughts and actions can be more guaranteed."

This was led by the director of the 18th Bureau of Operations, and the members of the Party Group and the research staff were present. Xiang Wan did not follow him. Buck didn't know much about their complex titles and ranks, so he did not force himself to cater to: "A mercenary, in history, people who are desperate in their lives choose to be mercenaries. In the traditional Ukrainian Cossacks, except for gangsters, bandits and robbers..." Then he found that these few people looked at him with bad looks. Buck scratched his head: "Let me give an example, if they are all composed of a group of active-duty soldiers, can't they tell at a glance that their style is wrong?"

Director Jiang may know his non-mainstream style better, and agreed with a smile: "This makes sense. It is indeed difficult for our Operations Bureau to directly use newly retired soldiers. Their spirit is quite easy to be noticed, which is inconsistent with the characteristics of the lurking work."

Lao Fan from the local bureau came over with a walkie-talkie: "Can you start?"

After Director Jiang nodded, Lao Fan told him with a walkie-talkie. In the private room in the canteen overlooking the training ground, they all looked for chairs to sit down, and there were several telescopes to pick them up at the dining table. Buck saw that Wang Yinsong also changed into casual clothes, still with a little wilted temperament, walking through the middle of his future subordinates, holding four packs of cigarettes in his hand, emitting all the way, and there was indeed no mysterious agent smell on his body.

Soon, four packs of cigarettes were cleared, and Wang Yinsong, who was standing in front of a large area of ​​green smoke, stood in front of the stands. He put his hands on his hips and said a few words like a security chief in the Republic of China. The scattered crowd below began to get up lazyly. Five groups walked onto the shooting range, and when he passed the weapons guarded by the special police, he showed that there was a little difference.

Instead of the excitement of most men when they touched the gun for the first time, they usually picked up the rifles and pistols placed on the platform, took a few steps forward to the shooting position with a shooting blanket, took the special police focused next to each shooting position and handed the magazine on it, began to load weapons, and then began to shoot the pistol target twenty meters away and the rifle chest target fifty meters away.

Being a soldier does not mean that you can shoot well. There are many soldiers in the Chinese army who have not fired a few bullets a year in the past few years. Even if they are good shooting players fed with bullets, they cannot be said to be able to accurately hit the enemy on the battlefield. The green and white chest targets are very different from the feeling of the head explode like a big watermelon when facing a living person.

So when this test was shown, it was completely uneven, with the chaotic gunfire sounds and the shooting results of the wasteful shooting made Lao Fan feel embarrassed to hold the walkie-talkie and say: "Many people off the target. It seems that after leaving the army, they rarely touch the gun."

Several researchers who made a special trip to discuss this new thing from the capital were disappointed to put down their telescopes: "This is completely impossible to assume such an important role!"

The next step is to conduct a tactical literacy drill test on the other side, which is even more outrageous. Most people have almost lost their agility. They are basically rolling and crawling on the drill field with rifles without bullets. Although the tactical movements can still recall the shadow of the past, the long-term single physical labor has caused them to lose the coordination that can only be guaranteed by balanced physique, which makes them feel even more sad.

Only a few five or six people were neat and clean, and they were also very careful in shooting, but there were about 170 people here, so they could only pick out so many? Then the success rate was too low, right?

The researchers looked ugly.

But Buck held his chin and looked at the crowd intently. Director Jiang followed him and after a while, he spoke: "What's the name?" It's nothing special. These retired soldiers who had passed the two tests gathered together to smoke and chat in groups, as if they had just finished a job and were lazy to return to their previous state.

Buck smiled and pointed at the group of people: "Before they were all careless, but now they speak basically, their faces and eyes are facing the shooting range... There is a flame in their hearts lit up." Thinking about asking Lao Fan for a walkie-talk phone: "Lao Wang, let them wait a little, I'll come down to communicate with them." After that, he put down the walkie-talk phone and went downstairs. Director Jiang stopped his colleagues from following: "Let's just watch here, let's get the walkie-talk phone connected there, and just listen to what he said."

Without using a walkie-talkie, Buck took a small plastic electric speaker when he went downstairs and passed by the canteen door. He used to stay here for some days to do the shooting specifications and was more familiar with the environment here. The staff at the concierge still remembered him.

When Buck, wearing an ordinary T-shirt and beach pants, walked into the training ground, those people didn't even look at him. This is different from sitting here before. Psychologically, people living at the bottom are relatively insecure and usually look around subconsciously, so it is reflected that they like to get together as a cognitive or fellow villager. Perhaps that kind of small sense of connection will make them less nervous.

But at this moment, I touched the gun that I hadn't been missing for many years and seemed to remember the passionate time of youth. At that time, they had not been depressed by reality. They were still soldiers who knew how to sweat and strength every day. Maybe they thought they would never touch the gun again in their lifetime. Anyone would feel a little emotional or strange. It was obvious that they knew that what they had just reflected was very bad, perhaps just as life has been instilling in them. No matter how hard they tried, they would still have to return to the unchanging difficult life and accept the frustration that they were used to.

Buck kept walking to the front of most people with a small trumpet, and then he took his eyes back reluctantly and put them on him. Looking at such a black-faced young man, although the black lapel T-shirt has no brand or pattern, the beach pants have no holes and no decorations, they are all clean and upright, and they are often new and changed. They are not wearing socks and are paired with a pair of refreshing boat shoes, and the exquisite tattoo on his cheeks...

Nowadays, tattoos are not something that poor people can get involved. Such a piece can cost tens of millions of dollars!
Chapter completed!