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Chapter 577 The King’s Team (Third update, please subscribe)
Early in the morning, a car stopped on the side of the road, and the people in the car looked across.

"where,"

the driver said to another man.

"This is King's School."

"what?"

The man sitting in the passenger seat looked at the school gate and walls and asked.

"Is there a way in?"

"No chance."

The driver shook his head and said.

"The teachers in the King's School are all of German or Japanese descent. This is the same as in the university. It is impossible for outsiders to enter as teachers. Even the school clerks are of European descent. As for the school workers in the cafeteria, they are basically They are all retired from the military, and these King’s Schools are like iron barrels.”

"Senior, they seem to be gone."

"Call Senior Fang Qiang at the police station and ask him to check,"

"They're coming... let's go."

"No chance."

Holding his hands on the steering wheel, the man glanced at the school and said directly.

"The king's child!"

"Remember the license plate number?"

Seeing this, the driver quickly started the car and said.

"remember."

The boy looked at the car going away and said.

"Because this school is different from other schools. You know, the Army, Navy and Air Force schools in Nanyang do not recruit students from the outside. They recruit students directly from the King's School every year. Most non-commissioned officers also come from the King's School. After last year's abolition, the army only has There are less than 17 people, but according to the official statement, in the past two years, 3 students from the King's School have joined the army. In the future, the army in Nanyang will definitely be full of "King's children."

The man next to him repeated it and said.

"Our school is not connected to the village in front and not to the store in the back. If you have nothing to do, you can stay for half an hour. If you check it, you will feel more at ease."

Staring at the not-so-conspicuous school gate, the man continued.

"It seems that this is really the Whampoa Military Academy of that capitalist! No wonder our family asked us to find a way to break into this place!"

"Just this...do we need to check?"

"That capitalist seems to be open-minded, but in fact, he is very scheming. When he established the King's School, he thought it was just an ordinary orphanage. But in fact, it is his Huangpu, even better than Huangpu. , that’s the principal there, but here…it’s their parents!”

The man sitting in the driver's seat took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, took a puff, and said.

"This is why Nanyang is different from other places. Even in Singapore, our people can enter schools, but here, it is very difficult, and King's School, it is even more difficult..."

While sighing, they saw two young students in uniform walking out of the side door and walking towards them.

Zhao Maotou asked.

"Senior, I think you should report to the Security Bureau this year. With your vigilance, you must go to the Security School."

"Security School..."

Zhao Maotou shook his head and said.

"I still want to go to military school."

After a pause, he said.

"My dad is a soldier."

"Senior, didn't you say that you got separated from them when you were five years old?"

"He was five years old, not five months old! Although I can't remember the appearance of my parents, I can clearly remember the clothes on his body. He was a soldier! There was a war in Shanghai at that time."

While walking towards the school, Zhao Maotou said.

"So, I must be admitted to the military academy... By the way, don't forget to call Senior Fang Qiang."

Finally, Zhao Maotou emphasized it again.

……

Fang Qiang did not receive a call from his junior classmate. Now he was patrolling the streets. Although the rainy season was about to say goodbye, a rain still fell without warning. The rain hit me, and although it wasn't cold, it was wet and uncomfortable. On the street, the mud and water splashed by the wheels forced the few pedestrians to walk close to the innermost edge of the sidewalk.

Fang Qiang stood under the awning with his master, with both hands like the master, with his left thumb pressing the handcuff bag on his left waistband, and his right hand pressing the handle of the 9mm pistol in the holster. The 9mm pistol used by the police is similar to the one used by the military. The Type 38 pistols used are of the same model. They are all pistols produced using P drawings. They are the standard pistols of the Nanyang police. However, plainclothes police often prefer the compact Type pistols, but patrol officers have no choice. Fang Qiang asked as he looked at the passersby.

"Master, shall we wait here?"

"Let's wait until the rain stops."

Zhang Hu looked at the rain outside with a smile and said.

"We are patrol officers, and the patrol area is so big. As long as we stand here, everyone will feel at ease. It does not mean that we have to keep walking back and forth. When it rains, it is also necessary to take shelter from the rain."

While talking, Zhang Hu would always look at the ring on Fang Qiang's left hand with his peripheral vision. There was an exquisite Sarawak royal crest on the ring, which also showed his identity as the king's child.

As others have said before, these children work extremely seriously, which is undoubtedly a good thing, but as a master, you have to teach them to be flexible.

"Deterrence, this is the role of our existence. Nanyang, Nanyang's public security is so good! Do you think it's like in the movie, with constant gunshots every day? Then... maybe it's Shanghai Beach. I heard people say that in the early years, Shanghai The beach is like that…”

"Yes, master, I understand."

Standing on the street, Fang Qiang, who had just worked for two months, looked at the people walking on the street. In the two months since he joined the police force, his work has been boring. There were no murders or robberies mentioned in the training. There are only simple and ordinary things, and the most serious thing is an accident.

For the police, maybe this is a good thing!
A few hours later, as soon as he returned to the police station, Fang Qiang learned from his colleagues that there was a call for him. Hearing that the call was from a junior, and seeing that the number was from the school security room, Fang Qiang quickly called back.

The person who answered the phone was another junior on duty. After he revealed his identity, the other party quickly told him what the other senior had told him.

"Okay, I will check it out, but it will probably take a few days."

As soon as he heard that someone from the school was "interested", he intuitively told Fang Qiang that the matter was not that simple.

That's fine, I have nothing to do at night anyway.

It only took more than half an hour for Fang Qiang to get the information about the car from the vehicle management office based on the license plate.

After get off work that night, he took the bus to the place where the car owner was registered - which was a bookstore.

After entering the bookstore, Fang Qiang was rummaging through the bookstore like an ordinary customer, and he picked up a book at random.

"The Iron Bones of the Ming Dynasty"

"Iron-hearted?"

After reading the introduction, Fang Qiang said with a smile.

"It's quite interesting..."

But although he seemed to be reading a book, his peripheral vision would occasionally glance at the owner of the bookstore.

Bookstore owner, why did you drive your car and stay outside King's School for half an hour?
Although he had some doubts in his heart, he did not say anything and continued to read the book. However, he did not know that he had attracted the attention of the boss from the moment he entered the store!
There is no other reason than the ring on his hand - the royal crest!
The king's child!
The kind who has graduated, why is he here?
When the other party bent down, the boss's heart tightened. He saw the protrusion on the hem of his shirt - a gun!

Has it been exposed?
The boss became nervous subconsciously. He even glanced outside the door, trying to find a way out of here.

Both parties had their own thoughts and neither took the initiative to speak. It was not until evening that Fang Qiang put down the book and left the bookstore.

The originally nervous bookstore owner finally breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence."

At the same time, he mentally recalled the experiences of the past few days. Nothing seems to attract the attention of outsiders.

Well, it's just a coincidence.

After leaving the bookstore, Fang Qiang took a special look at the Ford car parked on the roadside. It was a second-hand car. Normally, a bookstore owner doesn't need to buy a car.

But why did he buy a car?
Bookstore owner, second-hand cars, King's School...

What does it all come together?
It's doubtful!
While walking along the sidewalk, Fang Qiang's brows knitted together. He couldn't figure out the connection, but Zhenjue told him that the boss was not simple.

Before he knew it, he was in the city center. The neon lights that first appeared in the city dyed the entire street red. Surrounded by the red neon lights, Fang Qiang muttered to himself.

"It doesn't matter if he gets through or not, I'm targeting him anyway!"

Look at the passers-by walking through the colorful neon lights, and look at these smiling people. Fang Qiang's eyes became more determined when he was in it. Everything here and the life here was what he wanted to protect.

Just when this idea came to Fang Qiang's mind, a family of five walked over. One boy and two girls. The two women looked very similar, like sisters. One of them seemed to have a baby again. pregnant. The other one was pushing the child in a stroller, and the man held his daughter's hand, and the family came over talking and laughing.

When they missed each other, they looked at each other. It seems that they have seen each other somewhere.

It wasn't until they were staggered that Mariko asked.

"Have you seen it?"

Zhang San nodded and said.

"Probably not, it just looks familiar..."

(End of this chapter)