Military: Let you report, you can easily catch the wanted criminal

Chapter 1532: Completely fooled by Jiang Fan
The other party frowned and snorted with some disgust.

This morning, there should be a team doing physical training here.

The ventilation in the training room has not been repaired yet and the windows are not opened, so the air in the room is indeed not very fresh.

But you're not so squeamish as to fan yourself, right?
Jiang Fan couldn't stand it.

But he didn't say it.

The other person raised his orchid finger, pointed at a table and said, "That's it, let's have an arm wrestling match first."

The other person wanted to roll up his sleeves, but seemed to be disgusted by the wet touch of the table.

He could only straighten his clothes, repeatedly looking for an angle with the smallest contact area, and place his hands on the table.

Jiang Fan didn't care. He just rolled up his sleeves and got ready.

The two held their hands tightly together.

At the moment of contact, the other person's eyebrows frowned.

Why does Jiang Fan have so many calluses on his hands?
Although Huaping is not delicate, he pays attention to his training and has the most calluses on his hands among his team members.

After all, only those with the most outstanding abilities can be kept by their leaders at all times.

But the Jiang Fan in front of him looked sloppy and not serious, but when he got serious, it was like there was a fire in his eyes.

He couldn't help but lower his head, feeling that if he kept staring into the other person's eyes, he would probably make a mistake this time.

Li Sen asked, "Are you two ready?"

"I'm ready." Jiang Fan had a playful smile on his face.

"Yeah." Huaping said perfunctorily.

"Start!" the order was given.

Even the leader who hadn't said much before couldn't help but pay attention to the progress of the game.

Unexpectedly, the hands of both parties were tightly fitted together, not moving at all.

Jiang Fan stared at the face of the vase calmly.

But Huaping felt exhausted all over. His arms were tense and his face and neck were red.

The blue veins on the neck are like tangled tree roots, spreading all the way to the face, showing the body's indomitable spirit.

In contrast, Jiang Fan had no expression on his face and could even turn around nonchalantly.

The leader finally realized that something was wrong. The kid in front of him might have been pretending to be his grandson.

Sudden.

Huaping finally found a clue. He pressed Jiang Fan's hand with great effort and finally pushed his hand towards himself at an angle.

His face suddenly relaxed and he revealed a smile that showed he was confident of victory.

But what no one expected was that the deflection angle would be reversed in the next second!
Jiang Fan stared at his hand for two seconds, then exerted a little force and the rock-hard palm that was pressing on his hand was pried back to its original middle position.

Huaping's face turned dark on the spot.

Is the person in front of him playing a joke on him?

This is obviously intentional!

He put in a lot of effort and finally pried Jiang Fan's hand open with a glimmer of hope, but the next second, Jiang Fan pried it back again.

The two of them engaged in a tug-of-war for three rounds, and even the leaders of other military regions figured out what was going on.

Jiang Fan clearly wanted to teach them a lesson.

Suddenly, Li Sen yawned at an inopportune time.

He realized in an instant that something was wrong with the situation.

He apologized hastily: "I'm sorry, I forgot the occasion. You two are still competing. I'm sorry."

Jiang Fan said calmly, "Don't do it again next time. Be careful about the occasion."

As a result, he exerted a little force with his hands and directly buckled the arm of the vase onto the table.

The vase's face turned black and green, green and red, just like a color palette.

Jiang Fan looked at him jokingly: "Does this mean I win?"

The other person frowned and said unhappily, "Hmm." He snorted through his nose.

Jiang Fan didn't care.

This time, Li Sen, Jiang Fan and Wang Lao Hu yawned at the same time.

Jiang Fan turned around and looked at the leaders and vases from other military regions following behind them, and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I didn't get much sleep during the training the past few days."

Huaping immediately clenched his fists.

What do you mean?
Are you mocking me for not being able to beat someone like you who hasn’t had enough rest?

Humph.

You just have brute strength, wait for me to easily defeat you in fighting.

The two arrived at an open area.

Jiang Fan said, "Is this okay?"

Huaping nodded: "Okay, here it is."

Huaping still maintained the last bit of gentlemanly demeanor. After all, Jiang Fan felt that he was about to jump up and start a fight with Jiang Fan.

Unexpectedly, the other party came over and made a friendly gesture of preparation.

After Wang Lao Hu announced the start, Jiang Fan followed his usual rules and remained motionless.

He didn't even need to take any action.

As soon as the opponent rushed over, Jiang Fan reached out and grabbed the opponent's neck and knocked him down.

Jiang Fan half-knelt on the ground, pinching the other's neck with one hand and frowning slightly.

Jiang Fan didn't deliver it until the other person's face turned red.

one move.

It only took one move to kill the man instantly.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Jiang Fan immediately turned into fear.
He never expected that Jiang Fan would be so powerful.

He looked back tentatively at his leader, who also had a frown on his face and remained silent.

He originally wanted to ask whether the last match would still be held. After all, in the previous two matches, he was almost crushed by Jiang Fan.

He lost so miserably!
But since his leader frowned, he had no choice but to go ahead with it.

Jiang Fan directly handed him a gun.

This is a very old style gun.

There were three bullets in it.

"Have you ever seen a gun like this? Do you know how to adjust it?"

Hua Ping shook his head embarrassedly: "I have indeed never used such an old gun."

If he had come across such an old gun half an hour ago, he would have definitely ridiculed it directly: "What era is it now? You are still using such a broken antique? We haven't used such guns for more than ten years."

But now, the vase actually felt a little ashamed because it didn't know how to adjust it!
Maybe it’s because Jiang Fan is so omnipotent.

It made him feel that he was just a paving stone in front of such people.

Jiang Fan even kindly asked him, "Fifty meters is no problem for you?"

Hua Ping's hands were shaking a little. He seriously suspected that when Jiang Fan pinched his neck just now, the blood flowed backwards and the blood circulation in his fingers was poor.

He nodded stiffly: "No problem."

Fifty meters was obviously their most basic distance, but he now felt as if he was seeing double in front of his eyes.

Every time he took aim, he could remember the look in Jiang Fan's eyes when he pushed him to the ground.

The look was fierce, he had seen it before, on television.

That's the look a villain has when he's about to kill someone.

Who is Jiang Fan?

Why is this guy still only a captain?
Before he could figure out his problem, Jiang Fan's three shots went straight through the same bullet hole, shocking him again.

"It's your turn now. How about I give you some more time? You don't look well." Jiang Fan waved his hand in front of him.