Chapter 7 Exercises

Meanwhile, the swimming pool.

Sawada Iemitsu stood in front of a locker with an uncertain expression.

I actually...

Lost?

An Yan's aura disappeared here, and it disappeared suddenly without warning, as if he had gone to another world.

What's going on. How did that brat do it?

Although Sawada Iemitsu is not very good at detecting breaths, he will never lose a five-year-old child, let alone the son he is most familiar with.

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I searched in the swimming pool again, and asked the staff in the pool.

The front desk staff said that a child with orange hair had indeed been to the swimming pool, but no one had been seen going out.

Although I want to check the surveillance, there is no surveillance in this small swimming pool.

In desperation, Sawada Iemitsu could only go back home to see if there were any clues left by An Yan.

When I got home, I saw Nana standing outside the door with a worried face.

"Nana..."

"Where is Xiaoyan? Where did Xiaoyan go?"

Seeing Nana's anxious expression, Sawada Iemitsu was suddenly at a loss for words.

"That... Ah Yan, he..."

"That's right, that's right!"

Nana seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and handed an envelope to Iemitsu Sawada, "I found this in Xiaoyan's room..."

letter?

Sawada Iemitsu was taken aback when he saw this, and hurriedly took the letter, only to see on the cover it read:

Received by father (PS: Nana's mother is forbidden to peek, absolutely forbidden)

Iemitsu Sawada frowned, and opened the letter in his hand, which read:

[Father, when you receive this letter, I should have already gone on a long journey. ]

[Due to some inconvenient reasons, I can't tell you what to do specifically, but please don't worry, and don't come looking for me, I will definitely be back within half a month. ]

[I know Nana's mother will be very worried, but please, please make her feel at ease. I believe you can definitely come up with a way to make Nana's mother feel at ease. After all, you have always been so mysterious, it shouldn't be difficult to invent a method to reassure Nana's mother, right? ]

"..."

Sawada Ieguang read the letter, and then looked at Nana whose face was full of anxiety and worry, his face turned black immediately.

This bastard ran away without saying a word, and it was fine if he didn't tell him where he was going, but he even asked himself to wipe his ass, trying to hide it from Nana.

If it wasn't in front of Nana, Sawada Iemitsu really wanted to burn the letter in his hand to nothing.

This little bastard is simply...

Pit father ah! ! !

"husband?"

"Huh? Ah... don't worry."

Under Nana's gaze, the corners of Sawada Iemitsu's eyes twitched slightly, but he could only bite the bullet and say: "You bastard...cough, Xiaoyan went to a...uh...colleague from other places. Stay at home for half a month and come back."

"Husband's colleague?"

"Uh-huh."

Sawada Iemitsu nodded vigorously: "When they get home at night, they will call back, Nana, you don't have to worry. The boy Xiaoyan heard that there are many fun games at my colleague's house, so he has to go to his colleague's house to play whatever he wants Play, I will let you make a video call with him in the evening, and give him a good meal."

"Is that so?"

Nana said suspiciously.

"Can I still lie to you?" Iemitsu Sawada smiled and said, "When they get home at night, I'll let you make a video call with Ah Yan."

Only then did Nai Nai nod her head: "Then when Xiaoyan contacts you in the evening, you must tell me as soon as possible."

Sawada Iemitsu nodded again and again, but he had already decided in his heart that he must teach this brat a lesson when he turned around. He was not at home all these years, and this kid really lacked education.

Seeing Nana returning to the house, Sawada Iemitsu hastily took out his cell phone from his pocket.

The appearance of this mobile phone is not much different from ordinary mobile phones, but there is a pattern engraved on the back of the mobile phone.

The guns are staggered at the top of the shield, and there is a bullet in the middle of the shield.

The phone was dialed, and the other side picked it up just after one ring.

"BOSS?"

"Call together the warlocks in the organization who can hide electronic equipment, and I need their help later."

"yes!"

There was no question on the other side, and he agreed directly.

"did not find?"

Seeing Sawada Iemitsu hang up the phone, Kudaimu asked with a strange face. No one knows the strength of Sawada Iemitsu better than him, and Jiudaimu couldn't figure out what happened.

Sawada Iemitsu smiled wryly: "I found out...it's not a good thing if a child is too mature." After finishing speaking, he handed the letter in his hand to Kudaime.

Jiudaimu took a look after receiving it, and his expression became more and more strange.

"I followed that brat's breath to the swimming pool, where his breath suddenly disappeared, and I don't know how he did it." At the end, Sawada Iemitsu showed a hint of complacency: "Sure enough He is indeed my son."

"..."

Looking at Sawada Iemitsu who suddenly became proud, Jiudai couldn't help but smiled and shook his head: "It seems that your little son is not simple, and you don't have to worry too much. I have a feeling that Xiaoyan should be in no danger. ."

"If you say that, I'm at ease."

...

at the same time.

A passenger plane bound for Italy has left the airport and flew into the sky.

In the cargo hold of the passenger plane, a black suitcase suddenly moved, but it was not pushed away because the suitcases were pressed on the suitcase.

"Is it really suppressed?"

An Yan tried to push the lid of the box a few times, but when he found that it couldn't be pushed at all, he gave up the idea of ​​going out to have a look.

to be honest...

Although he had been on a plane in his previous life, he really didn't know what the cargo warehouse on the ground floor of the plane was like.

I just remember that there is a conveyor belt to send the luggage one by one to the warehouse, and in the warehouse there is a staff member who climbs in to stack the luggage.

Back in the bonus space, An Yan glanced at the blanket and the snacks and game consoles next to the blanket, gritted his teeth slightly, and resolutely gave up the idea of ​​lying down to play games, and picked up the pistol and the box of ammunition instead.

"According to the information I checked, it takes 12 hours to reach Italy. Let's rely on these 12 hours to get familiar with how to use firearms."

Although the 'G-level firearms proficiency' gave An Yan a lot of experience in using firearms out of thin air, but if he wanted to turn this into his own as soon as possible, he had to go through training.

but...

Looking at the only box of fifty rounds of ammunition in his hand, An Yan looked a little hesitant.

It is simply too little.

If you want to fully integrate the experience of using firearms, this box of bullets is simply not enough.

"From my knowledge of firearms, this pistol is a Czech-made CZ75 with a magazine capacity of 15 bullets, plus a box of 9mm bullets, a total of 65 bullets."

While meditating, An Yan drew a target on the wall with the pen he prepared in advance.

"I can only take one step at a time."

An Yan gritted his teeth, and said resolutely: "Leave a clip of bullets, and find a way to find some bullets when we get to Italy."

make up one's mind.

An Yan didn't practice shooting right away, but unloaded the magazine first and began to disassemble it.

Relying on the knowledge in his mind, An Yan first pulled the slide twice, and after confirming with the naked eye that there was no ammunition in the chamber, he put his left thumb into the trigger guard, and held the front of the slide with the rest of his fingers, letting the slide slide slightly toward the after moving.

Immediately, he observed the two vertical lines between the socket seat and the rear of the socket, moved the socket backwards, and aligned the two lines, and then used the clip bottom plate to pin the empty magazine hook release lever on the right side of the barrel seat.

After completing these steps, An Yan held the socket seat with his right hand, moved his left thumb out of the trigger guard, and slowly moved forward to remove the socket from the guide rail.

Immediately hold the recoil spring guide rod in front of the protruding part of the barrel, take out the recoil spring, and then take the barrel out of the sleeve...

Every step, An Yan did it very slowly and seriously, giving people a feeling of being cautious.

In fact, if he wanted to, he could rely on the knowledge in his mind to disassemble the pistol at a faster speed.

But this is his only pistol. If it is accidentally disassembled, he can only go to hand-to-hand combat with the mafia.

It's just that if you want to get familiar with the firearm in your hand faster, you must disassemble it. This is not only for familiarizing with the internal structure, but also for keeping the internal parts clean at all times. If necessary, it even requires lubrication and anti-rust treatment.

Also, if the firearm is soaked in seawater or muddy water, it needs to be disassembled for maintenance as soon as possible in order to avoid jamming and explosion.

So it is necessary to disassemble the gun proficiently.

After the disassembly was completed, An Yan let out a sigh of relief, focused his attention again, and started to assemble.

After the combination was completed, An Yan picked up the gun and took aim.

Then start the disassembly again.

12 hours is a long time, and shooting practice doesn't need to be so urgent.

Disassemble, assemble, aim.

An Yan concentrated on repeating the same training, trying his best to make his body, which had never been in contact with a gun, familiar with the use of guns.

Every time he repeats, the movements of his hands will be faster.

In the empty room, only the crackling sound of dismantling and An Yan's panting sounded continuously.

As the saying goes...

People are forced out.

Under the terrible threat of ten years of sleep, An Yan, who had a somewhat lazy temper, had the idea of ​​practicing desperately for the first time in his life.

Time passed bit by bit, and the experience about firearms in his mind was gradually integrated by An Yan.

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