Break in

Chapter 47
Biting cold winds have become the norm, and even the most active SWAT team members have put on winter clothes.

It has been some time since the joint anti-fraud operation in many places.

Zhang Jun, who completed the task, was rewarded by his superiors. He was smiling when he saw everyone, and he was waiting to show off to his colleagues in other cities at the year-end summary meeting.

Wang Mo, who was filming and promoting, became popular overnight, gaining many fans and sources of gossip.

Gao Xing still led the team on duty, training, and patrolling. The SWAT team members gradually adapted to the new training rhythm, and learned to have fun in Bai Feng's tactical training of dimensionality reduction and strikes, and no longer doubted their intelligence.

Everything is changing, or nothing is changing—everything is getting back on track.

Bai Feng was also back on track, wearing GATORZ black-rimmed tactical glasses replaced with black lenses, sitting cross-legged on the lawn lazily, supervising the training of the sniper team.

As an instructor, it's not that he doesn't want to participate, but that the same basic training is too boring for him.

After all, he is a veteran, a veteran of the T1 sequence.

Bai Feng idly picked out an overgrown weed, peeled off the yellowed leaves and roots, and the most delicate grass roots inside could provide a slight sweetness.

Lying on his back on the lawn, basking in the pitiful sunshine in the autumn wind, listening to the clear gunshots from the T5000M, which has reached the pinnacle of industrial precision, and the whispers of the snipers, Bai Feng felt unprecedentedly relaxed.

He is convinced that he does not have any psychological or mental disorders.

And no PTSD.

He just sank in the flames of war for too long, so that he didn't quite adapt to the existing regular life.

Wake up, breakfast, training, presentation, lunch, training, presentation, dinner, get off work, dazed, sleep
Thinking back on his life since changing jobs, Bai Feng suddenly felt a little restless, but he didn't know where his restlessness came from.

It's a bad feeling.

As a special fighter, even though he has retired, he should adjust his emotions at any time.

Whether it is work, training, or even on the battlefield where adrenaline is rushing, you must control your emotions and not let your emotions affect your judgment.

Even in the front-line units, a pressure indicator will be distributed to keep abreast of one's mental state at any time.

"Heart rate 50."

Bai Feng lazily raised his left hand, looked at the Beidou watch he was wearing upside down, checked his heart rate, and thought about the irritability that came from nowhere.

"Are you still not used to this kind of life?"

Bai Feng sighed secretly.

For a special police officer, it is normal to be on duty, patrol, deal with drunken fights, and assist in arrests.

Vicious cases, rescuing hostages, leading a charge, these are small probability events.

Going to work, leaving work, being on duty, enjoying warmth with his family in his spare time - of course, Bai Feng is destined to enjoy it by himself, after all his parents passed away five years ago - this is the life now.

Ordinary life is the daily life.

Bai Feng obviously couldn't adapt to a life that was too ordinary. Of course, he was also very fortunate that most people could enjoy this kind of ordinary life.

However, for a soldier who has bathed in the flames of war, this kind of life is a kind of torture.

There are many things Bai Feng wants to do. He wants to go to an altitude of thousands of meters, enjoy the thin air and the ubiquitous turbulence, and then jump down with a loud roar until he is hundreds of meters away from the ground. Pulling off the umbrella bag, I felt the huge force brought by the parafoil pulling myself.

He also wanted to climb out of the silent torpedo tube, face the claustrophobia and fear brought by the dark seabed, swim a few kilometers in the water with self-circulating scuba, and then go ashore quietly, so as to bring this fear from the bottom of his heart to him. to the enemy.

He also wanted to work with his comrades to fight the bullets, run long distances, enjoy the pain of the cold air being sucked into the alveoli, kill the enemies that should be killed, and complete the tasks that should be completed.

There are still many things he wants to do, but unfortunately he can't do them all.

Bai Feng stroked the shocking scars on his chest, each of which told a thrilling story.

"I am now a special police officer and an instructor. It's time to adapt to my new identity."

Bai Feng muttered to himself, and then looked at the young snipers who were excited by hitting the target in the distance, and showed a relieved smile.

The night is getting darker, and the people of Haicheng have finished their ordinary day and are ready to enjoy their ordinary night—or, a less ordinary night.

The bar street, which is only one intersection away from the food street, has already lit up the neon lights, and men and women in enchanting dresses have also appeared on the street.

Objectively speaking, this street is relatively quiet. After all, the owner of the nightclub, who has spent a lot of money on decoration, will not appear stingy in terms of sound insulation.

But if you push open the door of any avant-garde bar and stand in a row of naked girls, the passionate music and the searchlights that shake your head like you've taken drugs will give you the most exciting visual and auditory experience. feel.

Tactile stimulation is not out of the question if you have the money.

Mr. Zhao is such a person who pursues tactile stimulation. He hugged left and right, surrounded by several young ladies in ragged clothes, appeared at the door of the big black bar, and ignited the audience with a single sentence.

"All the consumption tonight will be paid by Mr. Zhao!"

The young ladies began to cheer wildly, and followed Mr. Zhao to the largest private room of the Big Black Bar, where they started placing orders frantically, and dutifully completed their performance as a bartender.

In fact, the name of Dahei Bar was not so tacky at the beginning. It was called Dark Club when it first opened, but the owner, Liu Dahei, was so famous in Haicheng that more and more customers began to call the bar Dahei Bar. He also made a difficult choice between the huge profits brought by the popularity and the vulgarity of the bar name, and has since changed the name.

"The flower in my heart, I want to take you home, in that late-night bar, no matter whether it is true or not, please shake it to your heart's content, forget about the one you love, you are the most charming, do you know?"

"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"

Mr. Zhao was very enthusiastic. Holding a bottle of unknown whiskey purchased at 29 and priced at 999, he began to shake wildly. Facing the bar customers who came here for a toast, he did not refuse. Small swirls.

"Okay! Mr. Zhao is huge!"

"Young Master Zhao is indeed Boss Zhao's son. Look at his aura, he will be an elite in the business world when he succeeds!"

"Young master Zhao, you can drink a lot! I'm the little king from last time."

"Hello Mr. Zhao, meeting is fate. This is my business card. Brother, I'll blow a bottle too!"

"Mr. Zhao, I will do it first and respect you. This is my proposal."

"Yuanyuan? Why are you here? You bitch."

It seemed that some strange things had been mixed in, but Mr. Zhao didn't care. He waved his hand to make one of the young ladies walk out of the private room in embarrassment, and started a heated debate with a muscular man with a bad face.

Not long after, the young lady with red eyes returned to the private room, followed by a muscular man with red eyes.

"Hey, this is ten thousand, let's go."

Mr. Zhao didn't care about these details, he threw out a wad of cash from his pocket, and seeing that the strong man hadn't left, he threw out another wad, and said with a smile: "Another ten thousand, brother, be careful, if you want to live comfortably, There must be some green on the head."

"I'm green Nima!"

"Oh! How can you bite?"

"Kill. Kill."

　Ask for a monthly ticket, a difficult opponent has come out

　　
　
(End of this chapter)