Hong Kong Comprehensive World Champion

"You can write a word on the table." Chen Xiazi heard that customers are not fortune-telling, but fortune-telling and accurate time. Are you here to make trouble? "

Who doesn't know that Blind Chen is the most accurate fortune-telling? If you don't find me fortune-telling, you don't know the goods!

However, he still couldn't help pinching his fingers, posing an old **** chattering.

After all, you can’t lose your style no matter what, if you dare to come, I dare to count!

"Yeah." Zhuang Shikai nodded, put his finger on the table, and wanted to write a word. But for a while, he couldn't think of what to write, so he simply wrote a handsome character, which was in line with his style anyway.

After Zhuang Shikai finished writing the word "handsome", he stared into the eyes of the old blind man and preached: "Mr. Chen, the words are finished."

Although the test of characters has always been a very useful divination method, Zhuang Shikai is very curious about how blind men test characters? Can he see the words?

The old blind man moved his ears, stretched out his palm, and preached, "Five years!"

"It will definitely be transferred back to the police station within five years."

Zhuang Shikai looked at the five fingers of the old blind man. Nodded thoughtfully: "Thank you, Mr. Chen."

He took out a Hong Kong dollar and placed it on the table, then turned and left the Tin Hau Temple.

After hearing the footsteps go away, the old blind man touched a Hong Kong banknote with a smile on his face: "Fortunately, I heard you wrote five pictures, otherwise I don't know how to lie to you."

"Five years are good, five years are good... Hey, see if you remember this after five years, are you in the mood to trouble me... Maybe you will be on the street in five years."

"what?"

"Big hose!"

"I'm so rich next time I come to see Feng Shui, I will not fool you!"

The old blind man silently folded the Hong Kong banknotes and tucked them into his trouser belt, and when he heard someone coming in, he immediately restored his solemn expression.

This time it's a regular customer again.

Just listen to the sound and you know it's the short fat man.

...

"Sir Zhuang, I'm in trouble." Half a month later, when the Flying Tigers were stationed, John walked to Zhuang Shikai with a document.

Zhuang Shikai is wearing a training suit and is supervising the training of his team members.

When he heard John's anxious voice, he immediately grabbed the baton, turned around and asked, "Sir, is it a mission?"

In the past half month, the selection of Chinese within the police force has ended.

The police force selected more than 200 new Chinese police officers and passed three levels of assessments, and finally 18 Chinese police officers remained.

After the 18 Chinese police officers were admitted, they started a month-long training camp for the Flying Tigers.

As a senior officer, Zhuang Shikai certainly does not need to lead these new players. He is now in two teams under his opponent for daily training.

Those new players will naturally be assigned to other commanders after the training is completed, and they don't need to worry about them at all.

When John heard Zhuang Shikai’s inquiry, he handed the documents in hand to Zhuang Shikai: "NO! Not a mission! It is a joint urban anti-terrorism exercise invited by the US military!"

"Huh?" Zhuang Shikai frowned, took the folder and opened it, then quickly merged and preached loudly.

"hit!"

"Since the U.S. military wants to test our guns fast enough! We will shoot him and show him!"

"All members of the Flying Tigers gather!"

Zhuang Shikai picked up the silver flute on his neck, beeping, playing the flute.

With a splash, the Flying Tigers who were training in the mud pool quickly climbed up and rushed to the commander's body to gather in front of the commander, all covered in mud.

John looked at the expressions of Zhuang Shikai and the Feihu team members, and his heart suddenly stunned: "Sir Zhuang really does what he said!"

"I'm not afraid of the U.S. Army's black account! We must lead the Flying Tigers and the U.S. Army to fight!"

At this time, John took a deep breath and preached: "Sir Zhuang, you must be careful when you go abroad."

"I have a military school classmate who works in the U.S. Special Forces. Let me get news... The retired SEAL commander you killed is the brother of a SEAL captain now..."

...

Five years later.

Happy Valley.

IDPA Shooting Club, and the Hong Kong Police Force Club.

A competitive competition for all Hong Kong social design enthusiasts is currently underway in the gun lane. A total of ten enthusiasts from all walks of life and different nationalities in Hong Kong are competing fiercely for the championship.

This is the first shooting competition for the whole society since the establishment of the IDPA Shooting Club, and the prize money of up to 500,000 Hong Kong dollars is also very attractive in 80 years.

"Boom!"

Three clean shots sounded.

A young gunman wearing a gray cotton coat, noise reduction headphones, guns in both hands, and goggles pulled the trigger and knocked down three round targets in front of him.

Afterwards, the young gunman lowered his gun, sprinted sideways, then steadied his legs, and fought solidly on the ground. He raised the gun again, and shot again at the opposite target through the perspective of an iron ring.

"Boom!"

"Clang clang!"

Whenever the young gunman squeezed the trigger, the barrel shook a roar, and the gun target in front of him must also respond with a crisp hit.

The young gunman on the field was solemn, and his mastery of the gun seemed to have been integrated into his bones. The match guns used on the field are different in structure from actual combat guns.

It is not only more handsome, but also lighter and more precise, and can be equipped with additional equipment such as sights and aids.

Because the match gun is made for competition, it only pursues fast, accurate and light.

Actual firearms need to pursue stability, adaptability, security, etc...

Therefore, the two types of firearms are essentially different, and according to the laws of Hong Kong Island, the kinetic energy of match guns must be limited to less than 1.8 joules, and more than 1.8 joules is a violation.

At this time, the young gunman stood at the last shooting point, raised his gun with both hands, piercing through the goggles, rushing into the scope, bursting out a ray of natural murderous intent, and pulling the trigger again and again.

"Clang clang."

The last five moving targets all fell down, and the whole process only took less than one second.

"DoubleTap!"

Five impacts, ten bullets were actually shot.

There was a bullet change in the middle.

Afterwards, the young gunman stood on the spot with his muzzle up to the sky according to the schedule standard, unloaded the magazine, pulled the bolt, and clicked to make sure that there were no bullets in the barrel.

He waited until the referee came to inspect the firearms and nodded his head to confirm that it was correct, then he put the match gun into the gun pocket around his waist, turned and walked back to the starting point.

"Wow."

The audience outside the venue suddenly applauded ~www.readwn.com~ to give him the warmest applause.

The police judges on the judges' bench also showed surprise, prudence and appreciation...

He is the first to finish among the ten finalists, and the one that attracts the most attention.

At this time, the young man was walking, hearing the chapter sound, suddenly turned and waved his hand with a smile, and responded kindly to the audience.

And the young man in a racing suit, with his hair raised, wearing goggles, turning his head and smiling, is even more charming and very chic...

Subsequently.

The remaining finalists completed the game one after another.

The on-site referee stepped forward to count the targets and shouted: "Track No. 1, twelve targets and twelve hits!"

"The last five targets, five DoubleTap!"