"Sir Zhuang."
"telescope."
"Um."
Zhuang Shikai took the telescope handed by an operations adjutant, raised the telescope with both hands, brought it close to his eyes, and concentrated on observing the two Flying Tigers in the distance.
I saw a "training building" at the Flying Tigers training ground...
The thirty Flying Tigers of Team A are acting as terrorists, holding fifteen hostages and guarding the entire training building.
The thirty Flying Tigers of Team B act as the attackers and their own police officers, carrying out the anti-terrorist mission of rescuing hostages!
This training building is a one-to-one real building.
There are a total of twelve floors, which is currently the average level of buildings on Hong Kong Island, and is enough to carry out actual combat standard exercises and assessments.
Super-tall buildings with more than twelve floors are difficult to construct and require long construction periods, and they are unnecessary.
Twelve stories is high enough.
If you can deal with a twelve-story building, you can deal with a twenty- or thirty-story building... What's more, training is more about tactical coordination, rather than comparing whose building is taller. If the tactics are good enough, there will be no one on the 120th floor. question!
Not good at tactics?
The ground was blown to pieces!
Moreover, it is impossible for any gangster in Hong Kong to have the strength to control a super high-rise building. Some gangsters can only control one or several floors of the building.
Dealing with such criminals is much easier than dealing with "elite enemies" who control the entire building, twelve floors, and thirty well-trained and armed to the teeth.
This building is the "new building" where the Flying Tigers are stationed.
Corresponding.
Five hundred meters away, there is an old building with six floors built seven years ago.
"Sir Chen, if Sir Zhuang tells you to drink, just drink."
"If you don't like my Yuanyang being delicious..."
Zhou Xingxing laughed, put his right hand into his collar, pulled it out to his armpit, and kept rubbing it, as if he wanted to rub out something.
"I can give you some extra ingredients."
"For example, taro balls or something..."
"Taro?"
Chen Jiaju looked at Zhou Xingxing's movements, gasped, waved his hands and backed away: "Don't think I don't know, you guys call this place the Leg-Stretching Pills, specially given to the team members who failed the assessment, causing the team members to complain incessantly, every day Write a letter to report you!”
"If Sir Zhuang hadn't been protecting you, would you have been promoted to be the leader of the Flying Tigers?"
"I see you have been persuaded to quit!"
The name of "Stretching Legs and Staring Pills".
It is also resounding throughout the police community!
Known as a specialty of the Flying Tigers, Superintendent Zhou’s special offering, but most people really can’t eat it…
Now, just now, Sir Zhuang sent him a message to drink, and Zhou Xingxing's eyes were malicious. Sir Chen felt that he might not be able to get out of the Flying Tigers' territory unless he drank the mandarin ducks.
"Bring it to you!"
"I drink……"
I saw Chen Jiaju snatching the Yuanyang milk tea, holding his nose and drinking it in one gulp, with a very sour expression.
Next to him, Cai Yuanqi, Zhuo Jingquan and other senior officials from the Operations Department stood nearby, looking at Sir Chen's expression, all of them smiling.
"Da da da!"
far away.
A series of short gunshots rang out.
Flying Tigers Team B has launched an attack on Team A!
A Flying Tiger squadron consists of 30 people, with six people forming a team, and five teams forming a squadron...Three squadrons form a complete "special mission company."
At this moment, both sides have a standard setup of five teams, and the remaining squadron supports observation, scoring, and acting as hostages.
And with an organization of thirty people, there are many more tactical tricks that can be accomplished.
At the same time, both teams AB are equipped with the same weapons.
Team A camouflage uniforms.
Team B wears black training uniforms to distinguish the two sides.
Although, Team B responsible for the rescue seems to have a more difficult task.
In addition, the robbers of Team A occupy a favorable terrain and have hostages in their hands, so they can kill them at any time...
In fact, the police force is responsible for guarding Hong Kong Island, and the Flying Tigers were born to uphold the destiny of "urban anti-terrorism"...
This choice is impeccable given the reality.
The police force should be under greater pressure!
At this time, the five teams of Team A were fortified on the 10th, 11th, 12th floor, and the rooftop respectively, building a progressive defense posture, leaving the commander with sufficient time for deployment.
The hostages were held on the twelfth floor, which was the top floor, so two teams were left on the top floor to take care of the hostages and sit in the middle.
It seems that this manpower distribution is not as strong as the "clench your fists, five teams into one" strategy!
However, it leaves the commander with more time and flexibility in deploying personnel.
It's a steady, steady, not excellent, but very suitable tactic.
"Da da!"
"Da da da!" The five teams of Team B started from the first floor and fought their way up! Three of the teams climbed along the three stairs of the building, and two teams climbed along two walls.
When Zhuang Shikai and other high-level officials from the Operations Department arrived at the office and began to stop and watch the exercise, the AB team had also officially begun.
The three teams of Team B raised their weapons and made gestures as they explored upstairs step by step.
They bent over, tested left and right, and observed carefully. Only when they were sure it was safe would they notify their teammates, allowing the team members to advance alternately, so as to quickly approach the target floor.
"Safe! Safe!" mutual reports came from the headsets. The three teams soon arrived at the eleventh floor. A rapid firefight broke out between the two sides, attracting the attention of the officers.
All the officers of the Operations Division raised their binoculars, including Zhou Xingxing, the leader of the Flying Tigers.
The training building is entirely made of concrete. Due to training needs, the walls are not painted and there are no windows...
The entire building has exposed cement panels and floor structures, in a standard Syrian style.
However, it is very convenient for observers to use telescopes to observe the scene in the training building.
At this time, Team A and Team B have already started fighting. Once the police and criminals start fighting, the winner will be determined within a few minutes.
"The commander of Team A is Fang Keming?" Zhuang Shikai asked aloud, holding the telescope's cursor caliper on his fingertips, slowly rubbing the caliper with his fingertips, magnifying the tactical telescope, observing the details in the corridor.
"It's Fang Keming." Zhou Xingxing replied from the side.
"Well..." Mr. Zhuang trailed off: "Then the commander of Team B is Ling Jing, right?"
"Yes." Zhou Xingxing nodded.
"These two people are known as the two most outstanding sharpshooters in Hong Kong after 90 years. Among them, Ling Jing has maintained a record of thirteen operations and zero failures."
"Fang Keming took twelve actions with zero failure."
Zhou Xingxing reports.
Zhuang Shikai concentrated his attention.
Observe the drill site ahead.
I saw that Team B had quickly broken through the eleven, ten, and two floors.
The two teams were exchanging fire around the twelfth floor.
In the "old building" in the distance.
"Ling Jing", the commander of Team B, was driving a sniper rifle, firing one shot after another, to eliminate "criminals" on the rooftop.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Huge sniper gunshots sounded.
On the rooftop, a member of Team B was shot in the chest and raised his hands as a signal to quit the exercise.
Team B used sniper shooting to ensure that the two teams climbing along the wall could successfully climb to the twelfth floor window sill.
"boom!"
There was another huge gunshot.
Fang Keming rushed to the roof with a sniper rifle, quickly raised the gun, breathed slowly, and shot decisively in the direction of the "old building"!
Since Ling Jing of Team B had shot Team A on the rooftop several times before, an excellent sharpshooter could judge the opponent's position by relying on the sound of gunshots, so Fang Keming spent almost no time aiming and searching for his first shot...
A sharpshooter is a sniper!
This is a showdown between two of the best sharpshooters!
"Da!" The drill bomb accurately passed through the window of the "old building" and hit the wall inside the building, exploding red paint.
"Huhu." Ling Jing held the sniper rifle with one hand, leaned his back against the wall, and squatted down to breathe quickly.
He sensed something was wrong the moment Fang Keming raised his gun, and quickly put his gun away to avoid it. He narrowly dodged one shot after another, which can be called an extremely lucky move.
"Crack!" Ling Jing adjusted for a few seconds, then quickly grabbed the gun, lowered his waist, and moved along the wall...
Fang Keming moved the sniper rifle scope, trying to search for the moving black figure...
Turning the scene back to the training building, a group of "bandits" wearing camouflage uniforms suddenly assembled on the eighth floor, armed with rifles, and launched an attack on the attacking team A at the top of the 12th floor stairs.
"Da da da."
At the top of the stairs, Team A encountered a flanking attack and fell instantly!
The battle was very tragic!
"do not move!"
"Don't move!" Then, the two attacking teams of Team B also grabbed the ropes, climbed along the wall to the target floor, and jumped into the floor with rifles. While they needed to rescue the hostages, they started shooting at Team A...
"Da da da."
"Da da da." The gunshots became more intense.
"It turns out there is only one team on the twelfth floor, and there is another team hidden on the eighth floor. Team A's defense is outstanding."
Cai Yuanqi, Zhuo Jingquan and others praised.
Zhuang Shikai, however, focused his attention on the duel between Fang Keming and Ling Jing.
"I know these two."
"They are all famous sharpshooters of the Flying Tigers, and they also have commanding abilities. They currently hold the rank of senior inspector."
suddenly.
Zhuang Shikai put down the telescope: "This year, the Flying Tigers have a vacant post of Chief Inspector. Both of them are very strong competitors, and neither one will accept the other."
"So, I made the rules."
"Whoever wins this annual exercise will get on!"
Zhuang Shikai preached aloud.
"Yes, sir."
Zhou Xingxing responded.
Zhuang Shikai turned around and said, "The winner has been decided!"
"boom!"
The moment Zhuang Shikai finished speaking, gunshots rang out in the two training buildings "New Building" and "Old Building" in the distance almost at the same time.
The two gunshots almost merged into one sound. If the operational officers at the scene were not experienced in combat and were very sensitive to gunshots, they might have thought it was one shot.
I saw Ling Jing standing on the first floor of the old building, leaning against the window corner, raising the muzzle of the gun diagonally, holding his breath and pulling the trigger.
Fang Keming was lying on the rooftop of the new building, breathing slowly and with solemn and powerful eyes.
"Snapped."
The next second.
There was an extra touch of red paint on Fang Keming's shoulders.
"Snapped."
Then, paint appeared at Ling Jing's feet.
"This is really a strong showdown."
Cai Yuanqi, Zhuo Jingquan and others put down their telescopes with sighs on their faces, shook their heads, and expressed admiration for the sharpshooter.
Among the people present, the only one who could surpass the two of them in marksmanship was Mr. Zhuang, but Mr. Zhuang was the one least likely to appear.
"Axing."
"First let the logistics team score and send the report, and then ask Ling Jing and Fang Keming to wait for me in the conference room."
"Aqi, Aquan, let's all go to the office area to have a cup of tea and have a chat."
At this time, Zhuang Shikai put his hands behind his back and turned to leave.
"Yes, sir."
Zhou Xingxing responded solemnly.
