Song Jingzhou has been in a bad mood lately.
After returning from Hunan, Wang Jingtao frequently visited their engineering research department and even became close friends with a group of people led by Yang Wen.
He could clearly sense the hostility of that group towards him, and he also understood that Wang Jingtao probably wanted to take action against him.
“Young Song, take a look. This is a scope manufactured according to your design.”
"Do you really think it can be used on semi-automatic rifles?"
"The Soviet SVT-40 rifle has a mixed reputation in the market. Its complex structure and poor reliability make it a formidable weapon in the hands of highly skilled soldiers."
"But its price is low, and it is widely used in the military, but it is too difficult for some novices and soldiers with average professional skills to get started."
"If your research is successful, the STV-40 will be widely used, which would be a very beneficial thing for the entire Chinese military."
Song Jingzhou took the scope from Vice President Zhang, picked up the rifle on the workbench, and snapped the scope onto it.
He said softly, "Actually, the best way to improve the performance of the SVT-40 is to replace the entire gate cover."
Vice President Zhang sighed, "I know all that you're talking about, but the manufacturing cost of the turnstiles isn't low either. It might be beyond our budget in terms of economic affordability."
"It would be better to do your second option directly, to produce modification kits. Even if they are not installed on the SVT-40 rifle, they can be used for other purposes."
Song Jingzhou was speechless. "Old Zhang, you want to save money, avoid trouble, and still want significant improvements in performance and quality? How is that possible?"
"If you want to save money, don't complain about the trouble. There is no solution in this world that saves both money and effort."
"Replacing a single gate is not cheap, but if you replace it in large quantities and mass-produce it, the cost will be much lower, right? Although it costs some money, its performance, ease of use, and even its lethality are all much higher than before!"
Vice President Zhang knew that what Song Jingzhou said was correct, but his department was only responsible for research and development, and they had no right to interfere in other decisions.
"I know all that you're saying. Well, I'll write a report and make suggestions to my superiors."
"The higher-ups probably have their own considerations!"
"Alright, let's try it out first. See if it's easier for ordinary soldiers to use it after attaching a scope!"
Song Jingzhou cocked the rifle twice and held it up to look through the scope.
Vice Dean Zhang leaned closer and peeked his head in front of Song Jingzhou.
Through the scope, a small crosshair was aimed at Vice President Zhang's forehead.
On the workbench not far away, Yang Wen turned his head slightly, staring at this side with a malicious look, a wicked smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Just as Song Jingzhou was about to close the gate, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and a wave of unease washed over him.
His hand paused as he fired, and he looked to the side.
That was exactly what met Yang Wen's strange expression.
This feeling of being targeted by a venomous snake is really unpleasant. Yang Wen seems to be on some kind of brain-dead drug lately, constantly causing me trouble.
It was like a stubborn plaster, constantly bothering him.
Seeing him place the rifle on the table, Vice Dean Zhang asked anxiously, "How is it?"
When Yang Wen's gaze met Song Jingzhou's, he narrowed his eyes and avoided his gaze.
Song Jingzhou frowned slightly. Yang Wen had been involved in the Kyoto social circle since he was a child. In the General Armaments Department, he always acted superior and looked down on everyone. He was very arrogant.
If you were to face him directly on a normal day, he would absolutely not back down.
Today is a bit strange!
Seeing that Song Jingzhou didn't respond, Vice Dean Zhang grabbed a rifle from the workbench, pointed it at Song Jingzhou, and leaned in to look at the scope.
"Hey, that's great, but I wonder how accurate the scope is!"
"If the accuracy is good, this achievement of our research institute this year is quite remarkable."
Song Jingzhou's unease grew stronger, his heart clenched, and a familiar feeling surged into his mind. Looking at the gun barrel in front of him, he subconsciously turned to the side.
"Click!" Vice Dean Zhang pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
A bullet was fired from the muzzle, sending a spray of blood flying through the air.
The blood-stained bullet pierced the wall in front of them with a "biu" sound.
Song Jingzhou collapsed instantly.
A familiar feeling, yes, it's the feeling of being targeted and locked on before dying in my past life.
Vice Dean Zhang's pupils dilated as he looked at Song Jingzhou, who had collapsed to the ground. He convulsed, clutched his chest, rolled his eyes, and fell straight down.
It crashed down on the toolbox behind it with a bang.
Inside the research institute, the researchers, busy at work, all looked up at this side.
Then, one by one, people with expressions of fear or worry ran towards them.
"Vice Dean Zhang? Vice Dean Zhang? What's wrong?"
"Team Leader Song? Team Leader Song has been shot."
"I heard a gunshot just now, a loud bang, it sounded like it was fired by Vice Dean Zhang."
The people who rushed over looked at the semi-automatic rifle on the ground with shock.
"The research institute's guns are never loaded with bullets. Even if they are for testing, they can only be loaded with blanks with approval from higher authorities. Why would there be bullets in the gun?"
Zhang Yue was the woman in the couple who were doing the experiment with Song Jingzhou. She took out a handkerchief, pressed it to Song Jingzhou's head, and shouted at the crowd, "Is this the time to talk about this? Quickly find a military doctor and send him to the hospital."
Liu Yuliang was also deathly pale. Hearing his wife's shout, he immediately came to his senses, trembling, and ran frantically outside.
The military doctor quickly arrived with a box, and after a brief examination, the two were hurriedly transferred to the military hospital.
Night gradually fell.
Song Jingzhou slowly opened his eyes on the hospital bed.
He slowly turned his head, looked at the little head lying on the side of the bed, and roughly pulled his numb arm out.
Shang Yuping sensed the movement and opened her eyes in a daze.
"Brother Song, you're awake? That's wonderful, that's wonderful!"
Song Jingzhou raised his hand to his forehead, touching the thick bandage on his head, and asked with a cold expression, "What are you doing here?"
"I heard you were injured, and I'm very worried..."
Just as Shang Yuping was shyly about to say something, Liu Yuliang pushed the door open and came in.
"Team Leader Song, you're awake?"
"That's great! How are you feeling? Is anything bothering you?"
Squeezed to the side, Shang Yuping looked at Liu Yuliang with displeasure.
No, is he sick? Doesn't he know how to read people's expressions?
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