First kill people, then open fire

  "What does my habit of shooting have to do with dancing?" Yang Qian really couldn't understand what Di Yu meant.

  "While jumping and speaking." Di Yu made a gesture of invitation, very gentlemanly, with a standard bowing and hand-extending posture.

  "Ah?" Yang Jie's pretty face turned slightly red, and she stood there at a loss, without any of her usual fiery demeanor.

  "What's wrong with you? Come on!" Di Yu urged.

  Yang Qian hesitantly handed her hand over to Di Yu. As Di Yu's other hand landed on his back, his body trembled slightly.

  "You're tense," Di Yu said, "This is the same principle as when you fire a gun. The first time a police officer fires a gun, they think about how the bullet is meant to kill someone, so they exhibit all sorts of nervous behavior, either with their hands or feet, or like you, your eyebrows twitch involuntarily. If this continues, it will form a habitual action that even you won't notice. Relax, I'm not going to eat you up, just dance!"

  "Oh..." Yang Qian heard Di Yu say that and was still a bit nervous, for the first time being so close to a man, slightly not quite used to it, as if her heartbeat had accelerated.

  "You're so familiar with the dance steps, you can't tell me you've never danced with a man before. Relax and dance with me once. If your body can't fully relax, no matter how I teach you, you won't be able to truly fire a gun."

  "Who says I've never danced with a man, come on, don't be afraid." Yang Qian's face turned even redder, she really had never danced with a man before, this dance was something she and Shen Yao learned when they were younger, occasionally dancing together when the two sisters were happy.

  But being teased by Di Yu, she felt much more relaxed. As she danced, she found that Di Yu was very good at dancing, even better than anyone she had ever seen. This guy was usually so sloppy, but it turned out he was a great dancer, humph, must be a frequent flirt, an old hand in the flower circle.

  "Hey, how many years have you been a cop?" Di Yu asked while jumping rope, trying to get Yang Qian to open up.

  "What's wrong with four years?"

  "Four years? That's high school graduation and then police academy, and then straight into the police bureau. Four years and already a detective team leader, must have been riding on Shen Uncle's coattails."

  "Pfft, a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory! I've never relied on anyone else's influence, and when I was promoted to squad leader, my dad hadn't even been transferred back to Beijing yet!" Yang Jie glared at Di Yu, dissatisfied with his underestimation of her.

  Di Yu almost forgot about this matter, when Yang Qian was the team leader, Shen Zai Guo had not been transferred back to Yanjing yet.

  "It's been only four years and you've already become a team leader, quite talented indeed."

  "It turns out Miss is quite capable after all." Yang Qian's heart was secretly delighted, finally knowing how formidable Miss was.

  Di Yu nodded frequently and said: "The waist is also very slender, with great elasticity."

  At some point, Di Yu's hand had slipped down to Yang Qian's lower back and occasionally slid a little.

  "Bastard, where are you touching? Taking advantage of me, is that it?" Yang Jing glared at him fiercely, but this time she wasn't too nervous.

  "Alright, now you watch me shoot!"

  Di Yu suddenly released Yang Qian, holding a gun without bullets and aiming at Yang Qian's head. "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" ... He fired ten shots in a row.

  Yang Qianming knew there were no bullets, but Di Yu hadn't fired a shot and she would involuntarily move back half a step. This guy's eyes were really terrifying, just like... just like the eyes of those murderers when they were about to kill someone.

  "What did you see?" Di Yu asked.

  Yang Qian reacted and muttered: "Your eyes... are really scary."

  Di Yu said coldly: "Because when I was holding the gun, there was only one thought in my mind, that is to kill you!"

  "Ah!!" Yang Qian couldn't help but exclaim, at this moment Di Yu's aura was too terrifying, as if he really wanted to shoot himself.

  Di Yu looked at Yang Qian's performance with great satisfaction, and immediately changed his expression to a smile: "What I'm saying is that before you pull the trigger, you must determine your purpose for firing the next shot! Any top-notch shooter has four points in line - heart, eyes, aiming line, and target. But when you shoot, your willpower isn't firm enough, you only have eyes, aiming line, and target, lacking the heart to fire."

  "Mind..." Yang Qian muttered to herself, seemingly thinking of something. She raised her head and asked: "You just said that the police's first thought when opening fire is to kill people, which will produce fear. Then what should they think during the first shot so as not to have these small movements?"

  "It's pointless even if I say it, you won't be able to do it anyway," said Di Yu.

  "Don't underestimate people! When I learned how to shoot a gun, I didn't know what mindset to use, otherwise I wouldn't be worse than you." Yang Qian said with discontent.

  Di Yu smiled and said, "Shooting is for killing people, you and any police officer's mindset are not wrong. What's wrong is shooting to kill people, if you can overcome the underlying fear of killing people first, then shooting will come naturally."

  "Kill first and then shoot? How is that possible?" Yang Jie exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? That doesn't sound right, did you learn to shoot after killing someone?"

  Got it! Exposed! Di Yu hurriedly said: "That's for sure! But what I killed wasn't a person, it was an animal. Like pigs, dogs, and wolves."

  Yang Qian didn't suspect anything, anyway Di Yu being a "special soldier" had already become a fact, even if he really killed people before learning to shoot she couldn't control that.

  "What should I do to correct it?" Yang Qian was more concerned about how she could overcome her small habits, improve her shooting accuracy and speed. After seeing Di Yu shoot last time, she had been recalling the scene of Di Yu shooting for several nights, it was simply too awesome.

  "Forget everything! Especially forget fear." Di Yu said word by word.

  What Di Yu said was not the usual fear of killing, but the fear that came with pulling the trigger for the first time. This fear had become a habit and was difficult to change.

  This is the same as passing on a world-class martial art. Generally, when selecting an heir to inherit a world-class martial art, they usually choose someone who doesn't know martial arts. A blank sheet of paper won't have any resistance and can be freely drawn upon and painted.

  Yang Qian didn't know if she had heard clearly, the bullet was on the stage, aiming at the target heart, and her eyes had some subtle changes.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!" One shot followed another as she began her training to become a sharpshooter.

  Di Yu quietly left the shooting range, it can't be denied that Yang Qian still has some talent, but at most she can only become a postnatal god shooter! That habit of raising an eyebrow and winking, even if completely changed, will leave an imprint in her heart, which is difficult to erase, unless she goes through life-and-death struggles like the Dead Wolf members, it's possible to thoroughly change.

  Di Yu remembered that before he picked up the gun, he had already killed ten people with knives, sticks, and iron shovels, and his fear of killing had long since disappeared without a trace.

  Waking up to the bright sunlight, Di Yu continued to waste time with this group of trainees. Running, shooting guns, and lecturing, the days were very dull. For the past two days, Yang Qian had surprisingly not come to find Di Yu again, but instead, Di Yu felt somewhat unaccustomed to it, only knowing that Yang Qian would practice shooting at the shooting range every night.

  Di Yun got a bottle of fine red wine from Lao Ye Zi to meet Xu Haicheng, and was about to go to the Emperor Hotel to show her sincerity. However, just as she was about to leave, she received a call from Xu Haicheng's assistant, saying that Xu Haicheng asked if she had time to discuss the construction project of Daxing Building.

  This phone call made Di Yun unexpectedly ecstatic, and she quickly prepared the pre-planned documents and drove to the Emperor Hotel.

  Di Yun was not unfamiliar with Xu Haicheng, and his figure could often be seen on TV and in newspapers. When she saw Xu Haicheng, Di Yun handed him the prepared red wine and smiled: "A small gift, not a sincere intention."

  Xu Haicheng took the red wine with one hand and shook hands with Di Yun intimately, saying: "Miss Di Yun is too polite, this precious red wine is really to my liking."

  Xu Haicheng seemed to have a deeper meaning, but Di Yun laughed generously: "Director Xu is a senior, just a small gift. I heard that Director Xu likes red wine, so I specially asked our family's old master for a bottle. This wine is my grandfather's treasure."

  "Mr. Di? How dare I?" Xi Haicheng showed a respectful expression, as Di Wentai's great name was well-known to him.

  Xu Haicheng asked Di Yun to sit down and said, "Miss Di Yun, I'm really sorry for standing you up last time. Something unexpected came up, so I didn't make it. Please forgive me. I had no idea that Di Yu was your older brother from the same mother!"

  "My brother?" Di Yun asked in surprise.