"Master Zhuang is so powerful!"
"Mom!"
"Flying Tigers training is so tiring!"
"I want to practice!"
One week after the Flying Tigers were officially formed.
Teams of police officers wearing black training uniforms ran around the playground holding firearms.
They were covered in mud, and it looked like they had just climbed out of a mud pit.
"Da da da!"
Zhuang Shikai held a gun with one hand and fired a string of bullets into the sky.
As a training instructor of the Flying Tigers, he is qualified to use Flying Tigers semi-automatic rifles and other equipment on the training ground.
The four ghost instructors stood nearby with their arms folded, their muscles exploding from their sleeves, and they stared at the trainees with serious faces.
"Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up!"
Zhuang Shikai roared, and the team members tightened their butts, took their last breath, and quickly accelerated their pace.
"Hurry up!"
"Still not fast enough!"
"Are you ants? I don't think you should call them the Flying Tigers! Let's call them the Ants instead!"
Zhuang Shikai roared, and the team members turned red and wailed.
The training plan for the Flying Tigers this week includes "command", "bomb disposal", "cooperating with the attack", "firearms knowledge" and so on.
There are both liberal arts and martial arts.
It's enough to train a bunch of bastards into misery.
It's a pity that it can only be worse, not the worst.
The training subjects previously formulated by Commander Gui Lao were all regular "special subjects".
Judging from the overall quality of the Flying Tigers members, although it is tiring, they can still bear it.
But today, Instructor Zhuang was in class for the first time, and as soon as he started class, he gave a group of "flying tigers" a severe blow.
Blow the whistle at three o'clock in the morning to assemble!
"Water prison training", "rapid descent rescue", "real explosion and bomb disposal", "helicopter aerial suspension"...
After a set of basic operations, there is still "raw meat lunch" and "cicada cocoon dinner" waiting for them!
After reading these training plans that Zhuang Shikai had planned in advance, even the chief instructor Gui Lao secretly wondered if they were a bit too much.
Won't! Absolutely not! Zhuang Shikai would not only show kindness to these little tigers, but not show force. He must first kill all their prestige before he can make them submissive in the days to come.
There is only a combination of kindness and power! Only then can they know how powerful the commander is!
During the training process, a few Guilao players who dared to resist were all taken into the infirmary by Zhuang Shikai with his sleeves lifted up. After all, just pull out the thorns, it's that simple.
Now, no matter whether they are ghosts or Chinese, everyone keeps their mouths shut and can only grit their teeth and hold on. No one dares to speak against Instructor Zhuang.
In the future, "Devil Training Day" will become the name of Instructor Zhuang's training day, and terrifying training such as "Devil Week" and "Devil Exercise" are waiting for them...
Any police officers who cannot hold on will be eliminated from the Flying Tigers!
"No more."
"No more..."
At this time, Zhou Xingxing was panting and fell to the end of the team, taking the opportunity to be lazy.
"Da da da."
Zhuang Shikai lowered the muzzle of his gun and shot a string of bullets right in the back of Zhou Xingxing's butt.
"No! I'm okay!"
Zhou Xingxing was startled, and he burst out with a burst of strength, accelerating, and rushed back into the team.
"hehe."
"Fight me."
Zhuang Shikai's lips sneered.
Although the "Shooting Club" has not yet been built, the combination of kindness and power is already in progress.
Privately, he had already assisted several Flying Tigers members who were from modest backgrounds and had financial difficulties, and then gradually deepened their contact with them. Finally, when the "Shooting Club" is built, it will be enough to bring everyone under its wing.
…
evening.
The Flying Tigers training is over.
Zhuang Shikai taught the Flying Tigers a hard lesson and told them that the world is dangerous.
Then, he took a shower, changed his clothes and went to Yunlai Teahouse for dinner.
Amei is now the general manager of the "Nike" shoe store, and her work is a little busier. However, she enjoyed it and did not feel unhappy.
It’s just that there was less time to have dinner together in the two days.
As a result, Zhuang Shikai often looked for places to eat in restaurants outside.
At this time, he was wearing a suit and walked into the store refreshed. He ordered a pot of green tea and a few baskets of refreshments, then leaned on a chair to rest.
The Flying Tigers do not have round-the-clock training. As a Chinese instructor, he only has a few classes per month. And after finishing 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, only a consultant instructor. The real core of the profession is the various affairs of the Kowloon District plainclothes team. Of course, the few days he was responsible for training were definitely the most miserable days for the Flying Tigers.
“It tastes pretty good.”
"Master's skills are getting better and better."
Soon, the shrimp dumplings, chicken feet, and barbecued pork buns ordered by Zhuang Shikai were served in a basket.
After the waiter put the last portion of garlic pork ribs on the table, he hurriedly pushed the cart away and left.
Zhuang Shikai picked up his chopsticks, sipped at the tea shop, had a cup of tea, and had a leisurely and happy dinner.
As a time-honored restaurant in Central, Yun Lai Tea House must have a very authentic taste. If it were not authentic, it would not be able to survive the saliva of a bunch of old gourmets in Central.
It's true that he has been driving around after get off work in the past few days, specifically to come to Yunlai Teahouse for dinner. Apart from anything else, the deliciousness of shrimp dumplings is a level higher than that of ordinary teahouses.
At this time, Zhuang Shikai was eating shrimp dumplings. The fresh and smooth shrimps exploded in his mouth, and he swallowed them with the chewy dumpling wrappers.
"Sip." He raised the cup 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 down in the corner.
"Huh?"
"Why is she here?"
Zhuang Shikai fell into silence and ate his tea calmly.
Soon, "Deng Tianbo", the leader of the winning streak, also came to the teahouse with a group of people.
Zhuang Shikai sat alone in the hall, while the woman in red shirt and Deng Tianbo sat at the large round table on the side to dine and chat.
This large round table in the tea house is equivalent to a private room, separated from the scattered tables in the hall by a huge carved screen, which acts as a barrier.
"It turns out we're here to talk about white powder."
Zhuang Shikai held the tea cup in his hand and thought for a while.
Recently, based on some rumors and changes on the road, he probably already knows who the woman in white he met at Tin Hau Temple is...
The new dealer "Rose" is famous in the white powder industry on the road.
In the past, Lian Shengsheng got her white powder from Chaozhou Porridge. Now that Deng Tianbo meets her, does it mean that Lian Shengsheng and Lian Sheng have to buy from "Rose"?
In just a few months, he not only created a market, but also managed one of the four major societies. This woman named Rose is really very capable.
However, those who sell fans are fans after all. After learning the identity of the other party, Zhuang Shikai would not take the initiative to find the other party, let alone seduce a female drug dealer just for the sake of "lust".
After all, the relationship between the black and white parties is different, and there cannot be pure feelings between the two. If there is any relationship, the relationship may not be mixed with interests.
Haha, the last time we met, Rose was wearing a white suit, like a white rose with cold eyes. Today, she is wearing a red suit and red high heels. It has a seductive feeling, like a red rose that arouses desire and makes people commotion.
"etc."
"Is she coming for me?"
Zhuang Shikai looked at the ongoing scene, suddenly felt a strong sense of familiarity in his heart, and suddenly guessed a possibility.
