Chapter 207 Sharpshooter
In the blink of an eye, more than a week had passed, and even the Lantern Festival was already over.
The festive atmosphere in Hong Kong was gradually fading with time.
Today was March 2nd.
During this period, thanks to his connections, Lin Haoran had managed to acquire three CZ75 pistols, along with a large stockpile of ammunition.
The CZ75 pistol, with its full metal frame and forged barrel, was known for its robust structure and classic design.
Its double-action system allowed both single-action and double-action firing, providing users with versatile options.
The magazine capacity was impressive, typically between 15 to 26 rounds, offering a clear advantage in battle by reducing the frequency of reloads and enhancing sustained combat capability.
Moreover, the craftsmanship was excellent, with high assembly precision, ensuring shooting stability and excellent accuracy.
Given these advantages—and based on the advice of Li Weiguo and Li Weidong—Lin Haoran ultimately chose this model.
Once the two brothers received their pistols, they were extremely excited.
Lin Haoran was equally fascinated.
After all, in his previous life, he had never had the chance to handle such powerful weapons. Now, he could finally indulge.
With Han Yili's approval, Lin Haoran, along with Li Weiguo and Li Weidong, frequently visited the police shooting range near Sheung Wan for training.
Although both brothers were excellent marksmen, having not handled firearms for several years, they needed to retrain and regain their touch.
However, their shooting skills clearly hadn't rusted much—or perhaps their natural talent in marksmanship was simply outstanding.
After just two days of intense training, their shooting abilities had rapidly recovered to about 80–90% of their former peak.
On the third day of training, Li Weiguo began to display his exceptional shooting talent.
His movements were fluid and powerful, with each bullet hitting the target dead-on, earning rounds of applause from the surrounding Hong Kong Royal Police officers.
But when attention shifted to Li Weidong, the amazement grew even stronger.
Whether standing or prone, he demonstrated incredible stability.
Standing, he was as steady as a pine tree, his gaze sharp, his gun seemingly an extension of his body.
Lying prone, he focused entirely on the target, every movement precise and professional.
As gunfire rang out, bullets flew straight to the bullseye—without a single miss.
Facing moving targets, Li Weidong was even more impressive.
He locked onto the target, adjusted his body fluidly, and fired at precisely the right moment, each bullet striking the center of the moving target.
Fixed targets, naturally, were no challenge at all.
His shooting speed and accuracy were so high that even "bullseye every shot" was insufficient to describe his skill.
Royal Police instructors, intrigued, challenged them to informal competitions.
Several instructors, unwilling to admit defeat, eventually had to accept bitter losses.
Equipped with pistols, Li Weiguo and Li Weidong significantly elevated Lin Haoran's personal security.
Meanwhile, Lin Haoran himself eagerly immersed in training.
Under the personal guidance of seasoned police instructors, he learned everything from firearm mechanics to proper shooting posture.
However, it had to be admitted: Lin Haoran had little innate talent for shooting.
Despite three days of serious practice, his performance remained average.
While most of his bullets landed on the target board, few shots hit beyond the 8-ring mark.
For someone aspiring to achieve excellence, this might have been discouraging.
But Lin Haoran didn't let it bother him.
He reasoned that just learning to handle a handgun was already an accomplishment.
After all, he wasn't a bodyguard—he didn't need to personally confront danger on a daily basis.
He approached shooting as a hobby, a useful skill in emergencies.
Thus, even if his results were modest, it wouldn't affect his daily life.
Besides, all top marksmen had undergone years of rigorous training.
Even Li Weiguo and Li Weidong had honed their skills through countless hours during their military service.
Lin Haoran understood that everyone had different strengths.
He didn't measure his worth by his shooting skills.
Instead, he enjoyed the experience, the learning process, and the occasional small progress.
Perhaps, with continued practice, he might improve.
But even if he didn't, he wouldn't regret it—the fun and satisfaction were more than enough.
"Mr. Lin, we would like to invite Mr. Li Weidong and Mr. Li Weiguo to become honorary instructors at our training range. They would occasionally provide firearms guidance to our instructors. There would be no obligations. Would that be acceptable?" asked the British chief of the training range.
The British officer, impressed by their shooting, especially by Li Weidong's performance, felt they could even win Olympic medals without special preparation.
If they could occasionally coach the training staff, it would undoubtedly raise the overall standard.
Lin Haoran didn't answer immediately but instead turned to the brothers: "They want to hire you as honorary instructors—no obligations. You'd just occasionally guide their instructors. Are you interested?"
"We'll follow whatever the boss decides," they answered in unison.
For them, in Hong Kong, the boss's decision was law.
"Since you'll occasionally come here to maintain your skills anyway, you might as well help guide them too. It's a way of repaying them for providing us access to the facilities," Lin Haoran said after thinking for a moment.
After all, it wasn't easy to practice shooting openly in Hong Kong.
Thanks to Han Yili's backing, they had this privilege.
By accepting the honorary instructor roles, they could repay that favor without owing anyone.
"Yes, boss," they both agreed.
Lin Haoran turned to the British officer and conveyed their acceptance.
The officer was delighted.
"I'll prepare their honorary instructor certificates immediately," he said, rushing off.
About twenty minutes later, Li Weidong and Li Weiguo each received a certificate.
From now on, they were official honorary instructors at the Sheung Wan Police Training Center.
"Mr. Lin, we will also provide them a modest honorarium each time they teach. They won't have to guide for free," the British officer added.
Since neither Li Weidong nor Li Weiguo spoke English, everything was communicated through Lin Haoran.
"No need," Lin Haoran waved it off. "Their presence here already repays the favor for letting us use your facilities."
Besides, Hong Kong's government had been cutting costs aggressively.
Even if they were paid, it wouldn't be much.
Better to maintain goodwill.
After checking the time—it was past 5 PM—Lin Haoran said farewell.
They boarded the Rolls-Royce and left the Sheung Wan training ground.
"Boss, does this mean we're now civil servants in Hong Kong?" Li Weidong joked from the passenger seat, smiling brightly.
Although there was no salary, they valued the title.
"It counts, of course," Lin Haoran chuckled. "If you wanted, they'd probably make you official police instructors."
"No need! We're here to protect you, boss!" Li Weidong said hurriedly.
"Exactly! You saved our lives. We've already pledged our loyalty to you," Li Weiguo added from the driver's seat.
Ever since Lin Haoran promised to bring their families to Hong Kong this year, their loyalty had soared to 99.
It was now just a step away from 100.
Once their families were safely relocated, both brothers would surely reach perfect loyalty—becoming Lin Haoran's most trusted men.
Currently, only Su Zhixue, the general manager of Huanyu Investment Company, had achieved 100 loyalty.
Achieving that level was extremely rare.
Even 99 loyalty was impressive and enough for Lin Haoran to entrust them with his safety without worry.
Before heading home, Lin Haoran had Li Weiguo drive him to Hong Kong Electric Group for a quick inspection.
With Chen Shoulin at the helm, there were no problems.
Even while temporarily helping manage China Gas, Chen was handling everything smoothly.
"Boss, our electricity supply in Hong Kong is reaching saturation. I propose we start exploring overseas markets—perhaps Southeast Asia or even Mainland China. What do you think?" Chen Shoulin proposed during their meeting.
"I agree!" Lin Haoran replied without hesitation.
Although Hong Kong's population was still growing, limited land would eventually slow that growth.
This year, Hong Kong's population had surpassed 5 million.
Even forty years later, it would only reach around 7 million.
With limited growth potential, overseas expansion was inevitable.
And indeed, in another world, Hong Kong Electric had expanded into Australia, Canada, New Zealand, and Thailand—plus a modest presence in Mainland China.
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