Qiao Xuejun followed his instructions and imitated him, sliding down the seat and squatting inside the car.
This kind of police car should be specially used for combat, with a large internal space, and it is easy to squat down. When they hide like this, people outside can't see them through the glass.
After squatting down, Qiao Xuejun asked in a low voice: "Did you know that someone was going to attack the Public Security Bureau and had already set up an ambush in advance?"
Zhao Xian: "Yes. What are you doing here?"
Qiao Xuejun: "I'm here to call the police."
Zhao Xian: "Don't you have a radio? Just connect via radio. It's very dangerous to run around outside."
Qiao Xuejun looked at the shaking radio in her hand that was still flashing. It looked exactly like a walkie-talkie, which was the handheld radio that Zhao Xian mentioned.
"I just picked it up on the road."
Zhao Xian didn't ask whether she had picked it up or not. He stared at the alley outside, holding the pistol in his hand without changing his posture. "What do you want to call the police for?"
"The rebels, the Glorious Army, are in the third village of Xiaokai Town, and they are stationed on a mountain near the village. They also want to steal things. The radio said I could call the police, so I came."
Zhao Xian: "My people have already gone there."
It's over already? So fast?
Qiao Xuejun was surprised: "When did it happen?"
Zhao Xian: "Follow them and go fishing."
Qiao Xuejun: “…”
Then her coming here in fear was a wasted trip. If she had known, she would not have come.
Zhao Xian said, and warned: "Close the car door and don't move. Don't get out of the car. I can't take care of you if a fight breaks out. Bullets don't have eyes."
Qiao Xuejun was also observing the army in the alley through the surveillance footage in her mind.
The moonlight was bright, but the narrow alley blocked the light, so it was not very clear. But from their postures, we could see that they were all holding guns, as if they were about to rush out in the next second.
Is this car really bulletproof?
If someone fired at the car, would it hit her inside? Would it be safer to stay in the car, or would it be safer to go out and find a house to hide?
It was obviously Qiao Xuejun who chose to get into the police car, but faced with such a situation, she couldn't help but think more.
It was the first time she had seen such a scene, with both sides holding guns, waiting for the other side to show up and deliver a fatal blow. What would the fight be like? If someone shot at the car in the fight, would she be able to hide under the chair? If someone broke the glass and tried to get into the car, how would she respond? Would she be able to guard the car window with a Swiss Army knife and stab anyone who came over?
"Want a gun?"
Just when Qiao Xuejun couldn't help thinking and planning the various situations and corresponding measures that might be encountered, Zhao Xian asked suddenly.
Qiao Xuejun suspected that she had heard it wrongly: "What did you say?"
Zhao Xian laughed and repeated casually: "Do you want a gun?"
It feels like asking: "Do you want a cigarette? If you do, I'll give you one."
Qiao Xuejun answered honestly: "Yes."
But Qiao Xuejun didn't believe that Zhao Xian would give her a gun. That was a gun. In this period, let alone a gun, even a piece of bread would not be given to others easily. Even in the rebel army, not everyone could get a gun.
But why did Zhao Xian ask this?
Before Qiao Xuejun could think further, something was suddenly thrown from the side and fell into her arms.
Qiao Xuejun reached out and caught it.
After seeing it clearly, she was stunned. It was really a pistol! It was black and heavy, like a piece of iron.
Very stressful.
Really? Is that a gun?
Qiao Xuejun held the pistol handle, which was metallic and cold to the touch. The pistol was short and compact, and the structure looked simple, but it was very heavy and had a strong presence - it couldn't be fake no matter how you looked at it.
Zhao Xian asked again: "Do you know how to use it?"
Qiao Xuejun's heart was pounding, and she was stunned by Zhao Xian's move.
After reflecting for a while, he shook his head and replied: "No, I won't."
Zhao Xian: "Come here and look at me."
She couldn't help but walk around the back of the driver's seat and rubbed towards Zhao Xian: "I'm coming."
Zhao Xian held the pistol and tapped the gun somewhere. The magazine fell out of the handle. Zhao Xian caught it and checked the bullets in the magazine: "You have a Glock pistol in your hand, a double-row magazine, with a total of 17 bullets."
As he spoke, he pushed the magazine back into the handle of the gun, making a crisp click.
Then he held the gun handle with one hand and the barrel sleeve with the other hand and pulled it back. There was another click.
"Loaded."
Then he gripped the gun handle with both hands and pointed it forward.
"aim."
He put his finger on the trigger and made a slight inward pressure motion: "Pull the trigger."
Qiao Xuejun next to him was watching intently.
Zhao Xian's movements were neat and beautiful, making shooting seem easy.
Zhao Xian's eyes were always looking outside, not at Qiao Xuejun: "You just need to remember to load the gun and pull the trigger. Don't worry about anything else for now."
Qiao Xuejun remembered and nodded: "Okay."
But she was still wondering, why did Zhao Xian trust her so much? Did Zhao Xian know her name and identity? Why did he give her the gun directly? Wasn't he afraid that she would use the gun against him? Or use the gun to do something bad?
Zhao Xian: "Be careful, if someone comes, shoot, but don't point the gun at yourself. Don't get out of the car, wait for me to come back."
Zhao Xian finished speaking, and without waiting for Qiao Xuejun to reply, he picked up the intercom, operated it, and ended the connection with Qiao Xuejun. He said into the intercom: "All the teams are here, confirmed to be in place. Received a reply."
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