2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The sound of boiling water came from the small purple sand pot. A wrinkled hand grasped the handle of the pot and lifted it up gently. The light green tea flowed from the spout into the porcelain cup, and a thin mist filled the room. water vapor.

"Dong dong dong."

"Please come in." Sun Shuli put down the teapot, raised his head, and crossed his fingers in front of him.

A figure like an iron tower pushed open the door and walked in, sitting carelessly on the chair in front of the desk: "Old Sun, what do you want from me?"

"Everyone, big or small, is called Uncle Sun." Sun Shuli raised his eyebrows.

"Uncle Sun." Wei Jun followed the good advice.

Sun Shuli turned the screen in front of him and raised his chin: "It was sent from the Strange Detection Department, saying that they want us to send someone to assist them in a task."

Wei Jun looked at the content above, frowned and asked, "Are they so busy recently?"

"It's not that I'm busy, it's that this mission is a bit special." Sun Shuli shook his head, picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip: "Do you remember what happened with the Dark River Club? They have now found traces of one of the high-level executives who absconded with money, and the other party appeared. In the 'Peach Blossom Spring'."

"Then go directly." Wei Jun leaned back on the chair and said nonchalantly.

Sun Shuli put down his tea cup and said slowly: "The Strange Detective Department is afraid of alerting the enemy and being noticed by the other party and escaping. This will be the only clue lost, so they decided to send a newbie there this time. It's just a reliable newcomer on their side. There aren’t many, there’s only one, and I hope someone from our side can help.”

"Okay, it's time for this kid Yan Long to get some training." Wei Jun nodded in agreement.

"No, the Strange Detection Department asked Yan Muyun to pass by his name." Sun Shuli shook his finger.

"Yan Muyun?" Wei Jun sat up straight: "How long has that kid been in the Special Branch? He even practiced basic grappling skills for the first time this morning."

"Have you started practicing fighting? Who will teach him?" Sun Shuli raised his eyebrows.

"Luo Binghan." Wei Jun replied.

Sun Shuli immediately couldn't laugh or cry. He stretched out his hand and tapped him: "You... you really don't think it's a big deal."

These two people didn't deal with each other from the beginning. To be more precise, Luo Binghan didn't like Yan Muyun from the beginning. If he were to teach fighting skills, it would be difficult to guarantee that there would be no personal emotions.

"Progress can only come under pressure. Besides, Luo Binghan knows the importance." Wei Jun shook his head and said, "Let's not talk about it for now. I still think it's better to let Yan Long go."

"It seems that the young agent named Zhang Xixue was very insistent and said that Yan Muyun must be her partner." Sun Shuli smiled helplessly.

"Do you like him?" Wei Jun narrowed his eyes.

Sun Shuli clicked on the screen, looked at the document above, and read: "She gave many reasons. For example, Yan Muyun's superpower is more suitable for covering the retreat when an emergency occurs. Also, the two of them have worked together before, and they have a certain relationship. The tacit understanding..."

Wei Jun raised a hand and interrupted him: "These are not good reasons. I would rather believe that she really likes Yan Muyun."

"You know, the Strange Detection Department will not let the little girl be willful." Sun Shuli lowered his head and blew gently, and ripples appeared on the surface of the tea cup.

Wei Jun had a clear understanding in his heart and his eyes widened slightly: "Could it be said that they..."

Sun Shuli raised a finger in front of his mouth, smiled and shook his head.

"But there is a paradise."

"That's not the attitude you had just now."

"We don't have to worry about Peach Blossom Spring, but Yan Muyun has no experience after all. He doesn't know the rules there."

"He is a rookie, Zhang Xixue is not. Although this girl has little qualifications, she is indeed one of the best agents in the Strange Detection Department. Besides, Yan Muyun is an A latent gene warrior, and all the specializations he has obtained are related to combat. This The child can be said to be gifted... No, I seem to be only a few years older than him, so I should say this brother is gifted."

After a long silence, the tower-like man waved his hand and compromised: "Okay."

...

After walking out of the office and closing the door tightly, Wei Jun took a deep breath. His strong chest muscles bulged exaggeratedly, and then returned to their original shape as he slowly exhaled.

Not far away, Han Jinyu noticed something strange about the captain, and looked away from the screen: "What's wrong, Captain Wei?"

Wei Jun grinned, revealing eight white teeth, and shook his head: "It's nothing."

After leaving these three words, he walked straight out of the office.

Taking the elevator to the third floor, there were several members of the second team lifting iron in the fitness area directly opposite the elevator door.

Wei Jun nodded and greeted them one by one, then turned around and opened the door and walked into the next room.

The space inside is very spacious, and it is a place specially designed for Special Branch officers to conduct combat training, or for exchanges and exchanges.

Most commissioners only need to master the armed police grappling skills, and the rest are various dodge and blocking skills, so as not to be unable to fight back in the face of emergencies.

After all, the work of the Special Branch is of a special nature. They usually wear power mechas to deal with all kinds of strange alien species, so their boxing and kicking skills are not taken very seriously.

As for how little attention is paid, it can be seen from the fact that there is not even a martial arts instructor in a branch of the Special Branch Bureau. The so-called fighting skills of the new recruits are all based on their own and half-baked senior guidance.

The problem now is that Luo Binghan is not a dabbler. On the contrary, he is probably the commissioner with the best fighting skills in the entire Haicang District Bureau. Even Wei Jun himself couldn't guarantee that he could beat his opponent in a purely technical competition without considering the difference in physical quality.

So, why was he pressed to the floor by Yan Muyun, who was holding his head?

"Let me go!" Seeing someone coming in, Luo Binghan shouted angrily.

Yan Muyun quickly let go and stood aside, with an expression of innocence written on his face.

"What's going on?" Wei Jun turned his head and looked back and forth at the two people's faces, somewhat unable to help but laugh.

Yan Muyun was silent for a moment and whispered: "Maybe it's because I have rich theoretical experience and I used to watch fighting videos..."

"Shut up!" Luo Binghan's face turned red and he pointed at his nose and threatened, then turned to look at Wei Jun, his eyes widened, and complained:

"This kid is very evil. He was obviously a layman at the beginning, his movements were stiff and his shots were slow. But after I sparred with him for a few rounds, he suddenly pinned me to the ground for no reason. At first, I thought he was I'm lucky, but it still happens a few times, and I still can't find the reason, it's so weird."

Wei Jun raised his eyebrows and looked at Yan Muyun: "Have you unlocked the gene lock?"

"No." The latter shook his head like a rattle.

"Come on, let's give it a try." Wei Jun became interested, rolled up his non-existent sleeves and got into a posture.

Looking at the man as strong as a bull in front of him, Yan Muyun shrank his neck and put on a flattering smile on his face: "Goodbye, I have thin arms and legs..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Jun reached out and grabbed his shoulder, neither fast nor slow.

Yan Muyun closed his mouth, raised his left hand very quickly, then raised it to his side to block the opponent's arm, and tightly clasped the opponent's arm with the five fingers of his backhand.

However, Wei Jun's blow was just a feint. Almost at the same time that his right arm was caught, his left fist hit the temple of the young man in front of him with a whistling sound.

Faced with this punch, Yan Muyun did not retreat but instead advanced. He used his toes to make a small jump forward. While his right arm stood upright at the side of his face to block the opponent's left forearm, he slammed his head into the opponent's chin.

Wei Jun subconsciously leaned back to dodge, but Yan Muyun's move turned out to be a feint. He lightly tapped his left foot on the ground, raised his right leg and kneed him between his legs.

"Lie on the grass!" Luo Binghan's national essence said, his hands subconsciously protecting between his legs.

At this time, Wei Jun leaned his upper body back to avoid the headbutt, and the man's weakness was completely exposed. In desperation, he could only kick his feet hard and jump back, thinking that at least he wouldn't be able to bear the blow tightly, and he could avoid it as much as possible.

However, at this time, his arm was still held by Yan Muyun. This jump back not only failed to get further away from the fatal knee, but also pulled the opponent to add some kinetic energy to the attack.

Wei Jun was forced to open the genetic lock, but Yan Muyun's knee stopped when it passed through his crotch, and then he bent and hooked his leg with his calf.

With a gentle push from the opponent's hands, Wei Jun, who lost his balance in the air, fell to the foam floor with a plop.

Looking at the white ceiling, Wei Jun took a long time to utter one word:

"OK."