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Chapter 18 Guns
In the previous "negotiations", Fatty Huo had indeed promised Chen Xian that as long as he joined the Ningchuan branch, he would be paid a salary, and his position in the branch would at least start at the department level, but This was just a few words rather than the main point, so Chen Xian didn't take it to heart.
It wasn't until now that he realized that Fatty Huo was not joking.
"Uncle Huo, this position is not suitable for me, you should find someone else." Chen Xian's expression was very cautious, every word he said was carefully thought out, and there was no hypocritical courtesy, "I'm just a temporary worker, Without that kind of work experience, let me manage myself, let me manage a department...maybe I'll screw it up."
Hearing Chen Xian's remarks, Fatty Huo and Zhao Song looked at each other for a while, with an expression that was as expected on their faces, and then laughed in unison.
"The organization believes in you, and we believe in you, not to mention that you haven't tried it yet, how do you know that you can't?" Fatty Huo laughed, his words full of trust in Chen Xian.
"A department is so big, I can't handle it..." Chen Xian still frowned.
"This..." Fatty Huo was hesitant to say anything, his smile a little embarrassed, "You must be able to manage it, you don't need to worry so much about this kind of thing."
"Just tell him directly." Zhao Song said calmly, smoking a cigarette and looking at Chen Xian, the corner of his mouth twitched faintly, as if forcing a smile, "Xiao Chen, you know that our branch has a total of How many regular members are there?"
Chen Xian shook his head.
"There are about 600 people." Zhao Song said, "Our department has the most people, about 300 people."
The voice just fell, and before Chen Xian could say anything, Zhao Song asked him again.
"Do you know how many people there are in the Detective Division?"
"Dozens?" Chen Xian asked curiously.
Zhao Song smiled, but Fatty Huo didn't give him a chance to speak, he coughed hard, and then gave him a vicious look.
"Currently, the Investigation Division is still in the development stage, and according to the requirements of the organization, neither the Investigation Division nor the Armed Forces Division can enter. The selection conditions are extremely strict, so there are very few members of the Investigation Division now." Fatty Huo said with a dry smile. .
"Very few?" Chen Xian was stunned and asked subconsciously, "How many are there?"
Fatty Huo showed an embarrassed expression, looked at Zhao Song who was sitting next to him, the look in his eyes seemed to want him to save the scene.
But what made Fatty Huo desperate was that Zhao Song ignored him at all, smoking a cigarette in a leisurely manner, turning around and looking at the scenery outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room, with a glimmer of gloating in his eyes.
"For now...there are only two people in the investigation department..." Fatty Huo seemed to have decided to break the jar, and directly showed Chen Xian, "Except for you, the section chief, for the time being, only a full member."
"..."
Chen Xian was silent.
He seemed to understand why Fatty Huo believed that he could manage a department well.
This is not a bare commander... No, not all, anyway, there is still a fraction.
"Then what, Xiao Chen, don't mind, this matter really has nothing to do with Uncle Huo and me. The detection department and the armed department are both highly special departments, so it is understandable that there are fewer members, like Lao Tu's grandson. There are only ten people in the department!" Fatty Huo smiled awkwardly, and he did not forget to comfort Chen Xian, "You also just take this opportunity to exercise, and you won't mess up your hands and feet when there are more people in the future. Are you right?"
As soon as the words fell, Fatty Huo greeted Chen Xian eagerly, and wanted to take him to his office to have a look.
This time, Chen Xian did not refuse, and silently followed Fatty Huo to the living room of the office for a walk. During this process, Mu He also followed him like a follower, full of obvious curiosity about all this.
Chen Xian's living room is the same as the living room of other section chiefs, with an area of about 260 square meters. With little effort, every part of the house is filled with indescribable refinement and elegance.
The decoration style of the office is also very similar to that of the living room. It is not as rigid and deliberate as ordinary office decoration. The floor-to-ceiling windows facing south can usher in the most appropriate sunlight every day. A quiet and far-reaching Zen feeling, which is also the place that Chen Xian likes the most.
On that minimalist yet delicate desk, Chen Xian saw something that belonged to him.
Personal documents, identification cards, payroll cards, etc... everything you should have, and in addition to these there is an unnamed pistol.
This pistol looks a bit too aggressive. The overall outline is much larger than that of ordinary standard pistols. The barrel is also longer than ordinary standard pistols. It should belong to the kind of standard large-caliber pistols.
Although Chen Xian did not use overheated weapons, it did not mean that he did not like overheated weapons.
Holding the gun in his hand, Chen Xian looked at it carefully, his eyes full of curiosity.
The weight of this gun is heavier than he originally imagined. The gun body is black and matte, and the reflectivity is not high. The overall line is extremely tough. From the gun body to the gun handle, those unknown religious runes are carved. , this gun should be able to be used in the fight against abnormal life.
According to Fatty Huo’s introduction, this pistol is called the Type 19 Black Light. Since January five years ago, the Scientific Research Department of the Secret Service Bureau has finalized and developed it. After a series of demonstration tests, mass production began last year, and it began at the beginning of this month. Promoted and used exclusively by members of the Secret Service.
The black light has a caliber of 0.5, an initial rate of fire of 550 m/s, a capacity of nine rounds, and an effective range of 200 meters. With this thick and sturdy gun body, even if it looks more violent than the Desert Eagle, its weight can still The amazing control is about 1.5 kilograms, which should be related to its production material. According to Fatty Huo, it seems that it is not an ordinary metal, but a special material collected in the north and south poles that cannot be disclosed for the time being.
On the side of the gun body, in addition to those religious runes, there are some special things inscribed.
The gun on the left side is engraved with a "human" who has no facial features and cannot distinguish between genders. It is holding a finger in front of its mouth, indicating that the gun holder must follow the rules and regulations of the Secret Service and must learn to keep silent. keep those secrets.
There is no special pattern on the right side of the gun body, only a line of teeny small characters engraved.
"In this dark age, every unyielding soul is a god."
Chen Xian looked at this line of teeny little words, and seemed to think of something, and his eyes couldn't help but become a little complicated.
The unyielding soul...is the god?
"Xiao Chen, you should keep these two boxes of bullets first, and go to the logistics department to pick up the bullets in the future. The red bullets are generally better for dealing with spiritual bodies, while the black bullets are more penetrating and are specially used for Hit those rough-skinned beasts." Fatty Huo pointed to the two boxes of ammunition on the table, and took out a small black notebook from the stack of documents, and he could vaguely see the words on the cover of the gun license, "If you want to bring Go out with the gun, remember to take this thing, it will save you a lot of trouble."
Chen Xian nodded with a smile. There was a kind of excitement on his face like a child getting a toy. He played with the black light pistol for a while and was reluctant to put it down. If he really wanted to count, this should be his personal favorite weapon besides the meat saw. .
It may not have its own teeth to deal with abnormal beings, and it may not be as good as a meat saw, but... if it is used to deal with the same kind, it can help Chen Xian solve a lot of troubles.
There is no need to get close at all, just take the opportunity to give people a shot.
Seeing that Chen Xian liked this pistol so much, Fatty Huo couldn't help laughing, because he remembered how excited he was when he first received this small hot weapon.
"This thing is a gun after all. It's not something that can be placed on the bright side in our country. You have to think about it every time you use it, but you can't use it casually." Fatty Huo reminded, "If you want to If you go out with a gun, you should also take care to hide it so that it will not be seen by ordinary people, otherwise there will be a lot of trouble."
"I understand." Chen Xian nodded and agreed, "I will be careful."
Fatty Huo smiled, and was about to say something, when he heard a muffled bang, the door of Chen Xian's office was suddenly pushed open, and Lu Yisheng strode in.
Seeing this, Fatty Huo was about to scold him so that he would learn to knock on the door in the future, but before he could swear, Lu Yisheng walked to the desk in a few steps.
"Boss, there is a case that needs us to come forward."
"Is there a case?" Fatty Huo frowned, "What happened?"
"Chengnan." Lu Yisheng's expression was a little ugly, and his nervousness was outrageous. "The situation over there is not optimistic. The sixteen investigators who first went to the scene to investigate have already confirmed their sacrifices."
"Where's Song Jueming?" Fatty Huo asked.
"Senior Song has already brought someone over. Before leaving, let me come to say hello to you. He said that this case may be more troublesome than the general high-level unusual case. It is not meaningful to go to the scene to investigate. In the past, people only blocked the scene, and if we want to solve the case, we have to ask our detection department to come forward."
Fatty Huo nodded and gave Lu Yisheng a look.
"You have to tell your section chief this."
"Ah....Yes! Section Chief Chen!" Lu Yisheng turned his face hastily, looking at Chen Xian with the same kind of adoration that fans see when they see idols, "Let's go and have a look now?"
Chen Xian nodded without hesitation, and put all the documents on the table back into his file bag.
"What's the situation over there now? Is there an abnormal life or..."
"I don't know." Lu Yisheng shook his head, and his tone was vaguely uncertain. It seemed that he thought what he said was like a fantasy. "But it seems to be related to Zhi Zharen, the investigation of those sacrifices.The staff have all become... as if they have all become paper people."