In the early 1980s, Zhou Xingxing was already the commander of the Flying Tigers squad.
It can be seen that he is not only most likely the first batch of police officers recruited by the Flying Tigers, but also the first batch of Chinese commanders promoted by the Flying Tigers after the police force was reorganized.
From this we can see that Zhou Xingxing is not only capable of making people laugh, but he is also a top player in firearms shooting and unarmed combat.
After all, he is a talent who can kill all the "hostages" in one exercise...
Do you dare to say that Feihu Asing is not powerful enough? Be careful, I'll shoot you in the head!
Therefore, Zhuang Shikai was not surprised by Zhou Xingxing's performance on the training field, which was at least much duller than that of several ghost instructors.
After the whole day's operational trial, Zhou Xing was not the only police officer to take up his position. There were also three or five Chinese police officers who came forward.
Zhuang Shikai has secretly written down their names. These may be the first batch of Chinese middle-level members of the Flying Tigers in the future.
As for the overall situation considered, Gui Lao still has the advantage.
After all, the innate advantages of the human race are there, and ghost guys have a natural advantage in action.
And to be honest, the Gui Lao police officers referred to have military experience, and their combat qualities are much better than those of the messy Chinese police officers.
Of course, let alone Ah San and other colonial police officers.
All of them are useless.
In total, less than five people passed the action test.
This shows the difference in the quality of personnel in these colonial areas.
There is no way to compare with the Chinese who have a heritage of five thousand years.
the next day.
morning.
The written test begins.
In the five offices, a total of more than 70 police officers who have passed the operational test are sitting on chairs, holding pens and answering papers.
This test paper was compiled by Guilao's chief instructor and included firearms theory questions, on-the-spot response questions, command multiple-choice questions, and action planning essay questions.
it's over?
No.
No.
You turn over the paper and there are picture-drawing activity questions on the back.
Zhuang Shikai and a ghost instructor were supervising a classroom, and they couldn't help but feel worried about the Chinese police officers.
I saw all the ghost police officers in the classroom answering the questions seriously, but the Chinese police officers were biting their pens and thinking hard.
Although the examination papers give preferential treatment to the Chinese to a certain extent, the examination papers are written in both Chinese and English to suit local conditions.
However, it is an undeniable fact that the collective education level of Guilao police officers is very high.
After all, the literacy rate in Hong Kong is very low across the country, and the police officers who can sit in the seats have already read and know each other. Among the Chinese, they are considered rare and capable people.
But this is just basic education among ghosts and is not worth mentioning at all.
It’s really difficult for the Chinese police officers in the examination room...
"well."
"What should I do!"
Zhou Xingxing was sitting on a chair. There was no answer on the entire answer sheet. Instead, he drew a little tiger under the question.
At this time, the Gui Lao police officers began to hand in papers one after another.
Wait until all the Gui Lao police officers have handed in their answer sheets.
Instructor Gui Lao couldn't bear his loneliness, turned around and walked to the door to smoke.
Zhuang Shikai nodded and reassured Gui Lao to leave the examination room to him, then coughed twice, immediately attracting the attention of the audience.
"Ahem."
This is the last ten minutes of the exam, the most critical, and the tense finale.
Whether the Chinese police officers can still sing depends on whether Instructor Zhuang gives them a chance to sing.
Suddenly, the remaining Chinese police officers in the field heard coughing and seemed to feel something. They all raised their heads and stared at the only Chinese instructor in front.
There was hope and fear in their eyes, mixed with anxiety and uneasiness.
Under the eyes of everyone, Zhuang Shikai picked up a filled-up Guilao test paper, walked through the tables and chairs on both sides step by step, and finally let go of his hand halfway and dropped the test paper on the ground.
Finally, he stood in front of the back wall, his face plastered as if he were appreciating the art, and he began to stare at the blank wall in deep thought.
A second of silence.
Randomness is an explosion in silence.
"Crash!" More than a dozen Chinese police officers were agile and picked up the test papers from the ground as quickly as possible, then copied them as quickly as possible, and then handed both papers to the Chinese brothers next to them.
At this moment, the tradition of mutual help among Chinese people is highlighted, and the answer sheet begins to spread in the form of division.
As the first person to get the answer sheet, Zhou Xingxing actually copied the entire case file in less than two minutes.
Then one after another, Chinese police officers got the answer.
Zhuang Shikai pretended not to know anything, staring at the white wall with a movie playing in his head.
As the only Chinese instructor, he still needs to help, and he must maintain the 40% Chinese ratio no matter what.
This is not only to show favor and control the Flying Tigers, but even if it is just a chance for the Chinese to get more salary to support their families, it is worth doing something a little outside the boundaries.
If he is found out, he will at most receive a punishment and a few words from the superior, which is nothing. The chief instructor of the Flying Tigers had no right to fire him, and it was impossible to report this matter to the director. At worst, he would have to spend more money to silence them. Anyway, Mr. Zhuang is not short of money, and anything that can be done with money is no big deal.
In these days, the most important thing is that our compatriots have enough to eat and live well, and taking some risks is nothing. Of course, this is also because the conditions of the examination room are good. Apart from Gui Lao, there are only Chinese people. Only after all the Gui Lao candidates are gone will they have the opportunity to do this.
If there had been a police officer named Asan, I'm afraid this matter would have been ruined. Moreover, he can only invigilate one examination room. Chinese police officers in other examination rooms do not have such preferential treatment.
About five or six minutes later, Zhuang Shikai coughed twice again: "Ahem."
Then he turned around, walked towards the front of the examination room with a straight face and his hands behind his back.
As he passed through a wooden table, a police officer consciously bent over and reached out, quickly inserting a Guilao examination paper into his palm.
Zhuang Shikai walked to the front of the classroom, got the test paper, and put it back on the table very naturally.
The next moment, the instructor Gui Lao walked into the examination room and looked down. I saw that the Chinese police officers who were chewing their pens and thinking hard were now writing vigorously, looking calm and composed.
Instructor Gui Lao was slightly confused, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Zhuang Shikai smiled at him, and he could only smile back.
Soon, the Chinese police officers began to hand in documents one after another.
It is impossible for every police officer to copy every question in this exam, and it is impossible to copy every question correctly, but it is always good to get a few more points and get more police officers.
Zhuang Shikai looked at the police officers who handed in their papers and thanked them. He felt like a class teacher looking at unlucky children, hoping that they would become talented and bring glory to the Chinese. He felt helpless and fond at the same time.
"Thank you, Instructor Zhuang."
"Thank you, Instructor Zhuang." Every Chinese police officer who left the examination room bowed ninety degrees to Mr. Zhuang who collected the papers and thanked him respectfully.
At this moment, Zhuang Shikai not only suppressed them with his rank and power, but also conquered them with his charisma in doing things.
"Beep, beep, beep." The siren for paper submission sounded. At this moment, the exam was over. Every reference police officer had to put down his pen, submit the exam paper to the examiner, and leave the examination room.
After the Chinese police officers left the examination room, Zhuang Shikai's kindness in helping the Chinese police officers gradually spread in the small papers among the Chinese police officers.
