Chapter 47

Féilún did not pay attention to the stunned crowd. He took out his wallet, pulled out 15,000 yuan, and gently placed it on the edge of the ring: "Here, this is the money to compensate for the punching bag!"

Among the Special Tactical Unit (STU), Jì Mòzhī, the calmest and most rational, was the first to recover. He said, "Sir Féi, this... this is too much money!"

Féilún shrugged and smiled, "I once kicked a similar custom-made punching bag to pieces, and it cost around 10,000 yuan. The extra money can be used to treat the guys to afternoon tea!"

Upon hearing this, the STU members almost cheered. Jì Mòzhī did not cheer; instead, he looked at Féilún with deep respect. Kicking a punching bag with such force without even turning red in the face indicated that Féilún had not used his full strength at all!

What was Féilún's true strength, or rather, his true leg power? Jì Mòzhī couldn't guess, but he felt it must be terrifying. The martial arts experts or champions in the police force in the past were simply no match for Féilún.

Fortunately, Lì Fēng arrived at this moment, interrupting Jì Mòzhī's thoughts: "What happened to this punching bag?"

Gǔ Hóu Yī, the closest to Lì Fēng among the team members, quickly explained. Lì Fēng was taken aback, his eyes wide open, staring at Féilún.

Féilún smiled and glanced at his watch, "Sir Lì, shouldn't we start work now?"

"Oh, right, right!"

After gathering the team, STU Team A began their daily idle training. It was usually like this when they were not on a mission, and everyone was used to it. However, before today's indoor assault training, Lì Fēng specially gave Féilún the time for the tactical routine explanation to teach the knowledge of gun swinging.

Féilún didn't act pretentiously. He explained Newton's First Law of Motion and Bernoulli's Principle in simple terms that the team members could understand, and drew a detailed diagram of the gun-swinging principle on the whiteboard. When he presented the answer of eight meters per second for the swinging speed to the STU members, many found it hard to believe.

Jì Mòzhī, who had high IQ and education, was the first to raise a question: "Sir Féi, isn't eight meters per second a bit too slow? The speed at which you swung the gun in the Jing Street robbery case seemed very fast!"

"Too slow? I don't think any of you can achieve such a swinging speed, and even if you do, hitting the target with a curved bullet requires a long and arduous training process," Féilún sneered. "As for the speed at which I swung the gun in the video, that's normal because I was using an AK. To create the corresponding curved trajectory, the swinging speed must be faster. In short, the lower the initial velocity of the gun, the easier it is to create a curve, as determined by the law of inertia."

At this moment, Gǔ Hóu Yī raised his hand again, "Sir Féi, can you demonstrate gun swinging for us?"

"Of course, no problem!" Féilún said calmly, "But I need two Glock 17s and a flashbang."

Soon, a team member handed over his weapons and equipment. Lì Fēng asked curiously, "Alen, we mostly use long guns for assaults. Why do you need short guns?"

Taking the Glock and the flashbang, Féilún grinned, "Of course, for indoor assaults. You don't need to follow me; just watch the big screen!"

Everyone was stunned. Féilún then left the operation room and soon appeared on the monitor.

"Damn, Sir Féi actually went to Training Room 9!"

"Really? Does he plan to fight nine people alone?"

"Let's see."

The team members started discussing. Training Room 9 was the most difficult, with many partitions and a large area. Most importantly, there were 9 to 12 criminal models, and it was unknown how many hostages and criminals were arranged by the equipment department today.

The STU's requirement for an assault was to control the situation within six seconds; otherwise, it was considered a failure. It was unknown how many seconds Féilún would take, and Lì Fēng was very excited.

Wearing protective goggles, Féilún came to the door, listened for a moment, then put on his ear protection, pulled the pin of the flashbang, and delayed for a moment before throwing it through the window. Féilún then calmly drew the two guns from his waist, released the safeties, and the flashbang went off inside the room. He kicked the door open and crouched to rush in.

At the same time, the number 12.4 appeared in the upper left corner of the monitor, and the STU members were shocked again.

"Really? Four hostages?"

"Wow, the highest difficulty!"

"Twelve criminals mixed with four hostages, a slight mistake could result in collateral damage!"

Such a high difficulty level, even a whole team rushing in would find it hard to avoid mistakes, let alone Féilún alone. As they were buzzing, the 12.4 in the upper left corner of the monitor started to change, reducing to 10, and the number 4 representing the hostages began to flash.

It's worth noting that the number 4 would only flash for six seconds, the duration of the flashbang's effect. Once it passed, it meant the assault had failed, and the hostages would likely be injured.

The STU members saw the number 4 just start to flash, and the number of criminals had already reduced from 12 to 10. They were stunned and focused their attention on the screen.

After entering the room, Féilún didn't even look. He opened his arms in a straight line and fired two shots to each side. The Glock 17 is an automatic pistol, and if the trigger is held down, it will fire continuously. However, in Féilún's hands, not a single bullet was wasted. The two criminal models by the door each received two shots, one to the forehead and one to the heart.

Firing these four shots took Féilún less than half a second. Then, he leaped forward, spinning in the air and firing six more shots. Four of these shots curved in strange arcs, accurately hitting the two criminal models behind the barriers, again one to the forehead and one to the heart. The remaining two shots hit a criminal model holding a gun on the sofa in the main hall.

When Féilún landed and pressed his back against the partition, the number 4 on the monitor had just started to flash. Lì Fēng and the others were stunned again.

The partition could not stop bullets, and although the flashbang's effect was still in place, there was a chance that a criminal in a real situation could resist the effect and fire randomly. So, Féilún stayed against the partition for less than a third of a second before moving again, removing his ear protection and using the gun-swinging technique while moving quickly.

In a real combat situation, in this enclosed and quiet space of less than 100 square meters, Féilún could determine the positions of the criminals by their breathing sounds, and with the gun-swinging technique, he could eliminate them without moving. However, this was a simulation, and the models did not breathe, so he had to move constantly, disrupting the air flow and using his highly sensitive perception to detect the tiny friction between the air and the model edges, quickly determining the approximate contours and positions of the models.

Féilún did not handle the models in lying, kneeling, sitting, or surrendering positions first but eliminated the standing and armed models one by one.

In less than two seconds, Féilún had eliminated eight criminals without a single mistake. However, it was going to be a bit more difficult next because Féilún could no longer rely on his micro-electric perception to distinguish between criminal and hostage models. He had to use his vision, so his movements became even faster and more ghostly.

In the nearly 100 square meter training room, there were seven or eight partitions. The criminal and hostage models were scattered throughout. A whole team rushing in would be easier to search, but for one person, it would take more than six seconds to search the entire room. Fortunately, the short-range micro-electric perception that Féilún had recently regained was not entirely useless; it could at least help him determine which partitions had models and which did not.

Féilún clearly felt that there were eight models left, distributed in three rooms. The only good news was that two of the rooms were directly opposite each other and very close to the corridor entrance where he was.

Féilún moved at high speed, kicking the two doors with his feet in a split-second.

"Bang, bang!"

The two doors, which were only slightly ajar, shattered into pieces. Féilún's gaze swept through both rooms, and without hesitation, he raised both hands and fired six shots in quick succession, still not fully extending his arms. He then rushed to the last room at the end of the corridor, and by this time, the number 4 had just flashed for the third time.

"Bang!"

Féilún kicked open the last door with a model inside, identified the enemy and the hostage in 0.1 seconds, and fired two more shots, adding two bullet holes to the last criminal model, one to the forehead and one to the heart.

In the operation room, the number in the upper left corner of the screen changed to 0.4, and a flashing number appeared in the upper right corner—2.9, indicating that Féilún had taken only 2.9 seconds from entering the room to eliminating all the criminals.

"Wow, Sir Féi is even better than Rambo!"

"Less than three seconds? Is the timer broken?"

"Amazing!"

Lì Fēng's eyes were full of shock. He walked to the control panel and pressed the replay button. Indeed, the video of Féilún from entering the room to eliminating the last criminal was only 2.9 seconds long.

"Hey, what are you all standing there for?" Féilún appeared at the door, "Aren't you going to train?"

Before he finished speaking, a group of STU members surrounded him, starting to beg for his tutelage.

"Sir Féi, take me as your disciple!"

"Take me, take me, Master Féi, take me!"

"Master, you must take me."

At this moment, Lì Fēng came to his senses and shouted, "What are you doing? Quickly go and organize your equipment; we'll start the routine assault training in five minutes!"

The team members, intimidated by Lì Fēng's authority, scattered.

"Alen, after seeing your demonstration, not just them, but I also want to be your disciple," Lì Fēng said half-jokingly.

"What disciple? We can just exchange knowledge!" Féilún waved his hand, "Gun-swinging is easy to learn but hard to master. The foundation is the strength of the wrist, elbow, and arm. Don't try gun-swinging until you have trained your arm strength well, or you might injure your hand and not even be able to be a police officer."

"If I really hurt my hand, I'll switch to a desk job!" Lì Fēng said with a hint of recklessness.

Féilún punched Lì Fēng's chest, "Alright, it's not that serious. I'll make some small things for your STU team. Follow my training, and as long as your potential isn't too poor, the A team members should be able to meet the standard for gun-swinging!"

Lì Fēng was surprised, "There are such things?"

"Yes, but once you have them, you must not let the information leak out," Féilún said seriously. "As for copying, if you can copy them, I have no objections."

(People, please give more recommendations and add to your collections!!)

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