Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

"Master Zhuang is so powerful!"

"Damn!"

"Flying Tigers training is so exhausting!"

"I want to practice!"

A week after the Flying Tigers was officially formed.

A team of police officers dressed in black training uniforms, holding guns and running on the playground.

They looked muddy, and they looked like they had just crawled out of the mud.

"Da da da!"

Zhuang Shikai held a gun in one hand and fired a string of bullets into the sky.

As a training instructor of the Flying Tigers, he is qualified to use the Flying Tigers semi-automatic rifle and other equipment on the training ground.

The four ghost instructors stood beside them with their arms folded, their muscles exploded from their sleeves, and they stared at the trainees with serious faces.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Zhuang Shikai roared, the team members clenched their buttocks, lifted their last breath, and hurriedly speeded up their pace.

"Hurry up!"

"Still not fast enough!"

"Are you ants! I don't think you are called the Flying Tigers! Change to the Ants team!"

Zhuang Shikai roared, and the team members blushed and wailed.

This week’s training plan for the Flying Tigers includes "command", "disarming", "cooperating with offensive", "general knowledge of firearms" and so on.

There are both liberal arts and martial arts.

It's miserable to train a bunch of bastards.

Unfortunately, there is only worse, not the worst.

The training subjects previously formulated by the Guilao Commander are all regular "special subjects."

In terms of the overall quality of the Flying Tigers, although they are tired, they can bear it.

But today, instructor Zhuang was in class for the first time, and he gave a group of "Flying Tigers" a terrible disarm.

Gather at the whistle at three o'clock in the morning!

"Water prison training", "rapid descent rescue", "real blasting and bomb disposal", "helicopter aerial suspension"...

After a set of basic operations, there are "raw meat lunch" and "cicada cocoon dinner" waiting for them!

With these training plans made by Zhuang Shikai in advance, even Chief Guilao instructor secretly wondered if he was going too far after reading it.

will not! Absolutely not! Zhuang Shikai will not only show kindness to these little tigers, but do not show power. He must first kill their prestige before allowing them to be subdued in the days to come.

Only grace and prestige are applied! Only in order to let them know how powerful the chief is!

In the course of training, several ghost players who dared to resist were all taken into the infirmary by Zhuang Shikai's cuffs. After all, if you have a thorn, just pull it out. It's that simple.

Now, whether it is a ghost or a Chinese, all of them shut their mouths and only dare to clenched their teeth.

In the future, "Devil Training Day" will become the nickname for Zhuang Instructor Training Day, and horror training such as "Devil Week" and "Devil Exercise" awaits them...

Police officers who can't hold it will be eliminated from the Flying Tigers!

"No more."

"No way..."

At this time, Zhou Xingxing was panting and landed at the end of the team, taking the opportunity to be lazy.

"Da da da."

Zhuang Shikai lowered the muzzle and shot a string of bullets behind Zhou Xingxing's ass.

"No! I'm okay!"

Zhou Xingxing was shocked, and a burst of power burst out in shock. He accelerated for a while and rushed back into the team.

"Ha ha."

"Fight with me."

Zhuang Shikai sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Although the "shooting club" has not yet been established, the combined action of Enwei is already in progress.

In private, he has assisted several Flying Tigers who are from ordinary families and have financial difficulties, and then he gradually deepened their contacts. Eventually, when the "shooting club" is completed, it will be enough to put everyone in the door.

...

In the evening.

The training of the Flying Tigers is over.

Zhuang Shikai taught the Flying Tigers a lesson, telling them that the world is sinister.

Then, he took a bath, changed his clothes and went to Yunlai Teahouse for dinner.

May is now the head of the "Nike" shoe store, and her work is a little busy. But she was happy in it and didn't feel lucky.

It's just that there is less time to eat dinner together for two days.

As a result, Zhuang Shikai often finds a place to eat in a restaurant outside.

At this time, he was wearing a suit, walked into the store refreshedly, ordered a pot of green tea, a few cups of tea, and leaned on a chair to rest.

The Flying Tigers do not have 24 hours of training. As a Chinese instructor, he has a few days of classes every month. And after the class, you can leave the station and leave the rest of the daily management to the ghost instructors.

After all, he is not a full-time instructor, but an advisory instructor. The real core of the profession is the affairs of the Plainclothes Team in Kowloon District. Of course, the few days he was in charge of training were definitely the most miserable days for the Flying Tigers.

"It tastes good."

"The master craftsmanship is getting better and better."

Soon, Zhuang Shikai ordered shrimp dumplings, chicken feet, and barbecued pork buns in a cage.

After the waiter put the last garlic ribs on the table, he hurriedly drove the cart and left.

Zhuang Shikai picked up his chopsticks, took a sip of tea at the tea shop, and had a cup of tea. He had a happy and happy dinner.

As a time-honored brand in Central, the taste of Yun Lai Restaurant must be very positive. If it is not correct, it will not survive the saliva of a group of gluttons in Central.

It's not futile that he drove around after get off work in recent days to come to the cloud to come to the restaurant for dinner. Among other things, the deliciousness of shrimp dumplings is better than ordinary teahouses.

At this time, Zhuang Shikai was eating shrimp dumplings, the fresh and smooth shrimps burst in his mouth, and he swallowed them with chewy dumpling skins.

"Sip." He raised his teacup and took a sip of tea.

When he put down the tea cup, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a tall woman in a red shirt sitting in the corner~www.readwn.com~Huh? "

"Why is she here."

Zhuang Shikai fell into silence and ate his refreshment calmly.

Soon, the leader of the winning streak, "Deng Tianbo", also brought a group of people to the teahouse.

Zhuang Shikai sat in the lobby alone, while the woman in red and Deng Tianbo sat at the large round table on the side to dine and chat.

The large round table in the teahouse is equivalent to a private room, separated from the scattered tables in the lobby by a huge carved screen, which acts as a barrier.

"It turned out to be here to talk about white powder."

Zhuang Shikai held the teacup in his hand, thinking a little bit.

Recently, he synthesized some wind and changes on the road, and he probably already knew who the woman in white he met in the Tin Hau Temple was...

"Rose" is the famous new bookmaker in the white powder industry.

In the past, the white powder for the winning streak came from Chaozhou porridge. Now that Deng Tianbo and her meet, it also means that the winning streak is going to buy from "Rose"?

In just a few months, not only a market was created, but one of the four major societies was also secured. This woman named Rose is really capable.

However, fans are selling fans after all. After knowing the identity of the other party, Zhuang Shikai would not actively seek out the other party, let alone provoke a female drug dealer for a bite of "lust."

After all, the relationship between black and white is not the same. There can be no pure affection between the two. If there is any relationship, then the relationship is not necessarily mixed with interests.

Haha, the last time I met, Rose was wearing a white suit, like a white rose in cold eyes. Today, I am wearing a red suit and red high heels. There is a tempting feeling, like a red rose that provokes desire and makes you turbulent.

"and many more."

"Couldn't she be here for me?"

Zhuang Shikai looked at the scene in progress, suddenly feeling a strong sense of familiarity in his heart, and suddenly guessed a possibility.