The rise of special forces from the boot camp

Chapter 170 Funeral
Military security office, the gate of the prison.

Zhang Yongzhan leaned on a jeep, looked in the direction of the big iron gate, and waited quietly.

Seeing Zhang Yong after the battle, Wang Chen quickly stepped forward, stood still and saluted, "Hello, Battalion Commander!"

Zhang Yongzhan glanced at Wang Chen, and said expressionlessly, "Get in the car."

"Yes!" Wang Chen nodded, opened the car door, and got into the co-pilot.

After a while, the engine roared, and the jeep rushed out.

At the same time, in Nanshi, in the cemetery.

All the police officers in Nanshi, as well as Cui Zhe, Zhang Yang, even Yan Ce, Secretary Peng, Zhao Kuo and others all attended Xu Su's funeral at the scene.

On the tombstone, Xu Su was wearing a police uniform, with a smile on his face, and his expression was bright, just like yesterday.

Beside the tombstone, Xu Su's wife, Zhuang Qian, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, and a five or six-year-old boy stood beside the tombstone, wearing a white funeral dress, with sad faces.

In just a few days, Zhuang Qian seemed to have aged ten years, and she seemed to have lost her soul. The little girl and the little boy also had red and swollen eyes, and stood silently aside.

At ten o'clock sharp, the funeral officially began.

Yan Ce, director of the Provincial Public Security Department of Yunnan Province, stepped into the podium, picked up the microphone, and began to narrate Xu Susheng's achievements.

Xu Su, who joined the job at the age of 22, has solved more than 300 cases in his life, including 26 major cases and [-] murder cases... He is worthy of the name of the police and worthy of the cultivation of the country. A hero is a role model for all police officers in the province and even the country.

After the research and decision of the provincial party committee meeting, and the approval of the state, the highest honor of the title of national first-class hero and model is specially awarded, and its descendants will be martyrs.

As he read, read, Yan Ce's eye circles gradually turned red. He really loves Xu Su. Xu Su is the most proud student in his life, and he has completely implemented the thoughts he instilled in him.

Zhuang Qian slowly broke down in tears as she heard the various honors that Xu Su had received.

The country has not failed Xu Su, and the country will not fail any hero. Xu Su's honor is the highest honor in the police circle, and it is also the honor that Xu Su most yearns for.

The honor is there, but Xu Su is gone forever.

Next, play music and present flowers.

Secretary Peng took the lead to go forward, condolences to the family, presented flowers, saluted, and paid the highest respect to Xu Su.

Next, everyone stepped forward to salute Xu Su.

At the same time, in the third division, in Mi Feng's office.

Mi Feng sat on the stool, squinted at Wang Chen who was standing beside him in a military posture, and said, "How about the military security office?"

Wang Chen paused, then changed the topic directly and said, "Master, I'm going to pay homage to brother Xu Su, please approve."

"Hehe." Mi Feng smiled, looked at Wang Chen and said, "You still play tricks on me? Ask for leave, leave the camp, and then become a deserter, take revenge, right?"

"Report!" Wang Chen directly retorted, "I haven't."

"Stop talking nonsense." Mi Feng stood up and looked at Wang Chen and said, "I've given you a mission, about Yuzhai, do you dare to accept it?"

"brush!"

Hearing the sound, Wang Chen's eyes lit up instantly, and he pulled his neck and said, "I accept."

"This mission is very dangerous." Mi Feng said seriously, "During this mission, you will be revoked from the military, even your nationality."

"In other words, you will have no name, will not be known by the people, and will not have any support. If the mission fails, your bones will not return to your own country. Are you willing?"

"Yes!" Wang Chen saluted, "I will die without regret!"

Mi Feng stared at Wang Chen for a while and said, "Get ready, I'll take you away tonight."

"No problem." Wang Chen paused and said, "I have a request."

"speak!"

"I want to challenge my monitor, Zhang Xiaochen."

Mi Feng froze for a moment and said, "The reason."

"This is my wish." Wang Chen said without hesitation, "I want to fulfill it."

"Sure!" Mi Feng waved his hand and agreed directly.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, on the competition stage in the training room, Wang Chen and Zhang Xiaochen were wearing boxing gloves and thin clothes, doing warm-up exercises.

Under the arena, Mi Feng, Zhang Yongzhan, Xie Zuo, and other officers and soldiers who came after hearing the news looked at the arena with great interest.

After the last exercise, Wang Chen's reputation has completely resounded in the third division, and he has become a serious celebrity, while Zhang Xiaochen is also a long-established figure in the third division. The group arena match between the two can be described as full of suspense .

Zhang Xiaochen originally didn't want to compete with Wang Chen, because this kind of competition was of no benefit to Zhang Xiaochen.

It was a matter of course that he won the battle, because Wang Chen was his soldier.

If he lost, it would be embarrassing, because Wang Chen is his soldier.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaochen was very reluctant, because he had a premonition that Wang Chen was an extremely difficult opponent, and if he was not careful, he would definitely overturn.

He, Zhang Xiaochen, doesn't want to lose face?
However, this is an order personally issued by Mi Feng, Zhang Xiaochen can't do without fighting, do you think it's annoying or not?
"Squad leader, are you ready?" After a while, Wang Chen finished warming up and asked.

"Hit you, do you still need to prepare?" Zhang Xiaochen replied coolly, walked to Wang Chen's side, and stood still two meters away.

"Hey!" Wang Chen grinned, took small steps and rushed up, clenched his right hand slightly, and smashed it down on Zhang Xiaochen's side face.

"The movement is too slow!" Zhang Xiaochen curled his lips, raised his hand to block it, and suddenly punched Wang Chen in the face.

"Peng!"

Seeing this, Wang Chen moved half a step sideways, raised his left arm, and instantly got stuck at the joint of Zhang Xiaochen's right hand. Immediately afterwards, Wang Chen turned his fist into a grab, grabbed Zhang Xiaochen's arm, and spun half a circle on the spot. With a slight bow, his right hand grabbed Zhang Xiaochen's waist, and his muscles tensed instantly. With a loud shout, he resisted Zhang Xiaochen and threw him out.

"Fuck!" Seeing this, Xie Zuo couldn't help exclaiming, but he didn't have any ink in his chest, so he could only use a vulgar language to express his thoughts.

Zhang Xiaochen was a real force. When he was in the air, he adjusted his posture forcibly and landed firmly on the ground.

"brush!"

Just as Zhang Xiaochen stood firm, Wang Chen rushed out again. After taking a run-up step, he suddenly jumped up and kicked Zhang Xiaochen's chest.

"Tap Tap!"

Zhang Xiaochen turned his body sideways and moved several steps in a row, not to compete with Wang Chen.

After Wang Chen landed, he quickly raised his leg and kicked towards Zhang Xiaochen's waist.

At the same time, the muscles of Zhang Xiaochen's whole body tensed up, and a high whip kicked towards Wang Chen's head.

"Peng!"

There was a muffled sound, and the two of them took a few steps back at the same time.

A second later, the two stood firm and charged out again, their fists colliding with each other.

A minute later, the two separated again, standing still and panting violently.

At this moment, the clothes on the two of them were completely soaked, and their bodies were trembling slightly.

pain!It hurts too much!

One-on-one sparring not only tests strength, speed, but also the body's ability to resist blows, as well as endurance, explosive power, etc. If these data are similar between the two, it depends on whose tactics are better. It beats the odds.

Five seconds later, Zhang Xiaochen took the lead. After taking two steps, he raised his right arm and hit Wang Chen's temple with an elbow.

When Wang Chen saw this, he also became ruthless. He didn't dodge or dodge, imitating Zhang Xiaochen's posture, and slammed it on his temple.

"Peng!"

With a muffled sound, Wang Chen turned his body sideways and took several steps back. His eyes were a little distracted, and he felt his head was in chaos. Zhang Xiaochen's eyes were also confused, and his pupils dilated.

Two seconds later, Zhang Xiaochen closed his eyes and fell directly to the ground. After a short period of confusion, Wang Chen gradually recovered, only feeling a headache.

"Defeat Zhang Xiaochen and become a second-level fighter!"

At this time, the long-lost system sound finally appeared.

(End of this chapter)