"Team A's action score was 93. A total of sixteen members of Team B who were performing the rescue operation were killed. They held on for three minutes and twenty-seven seconds. Excellent command performance!"
"Team B's action score was 78, and a total of twenty-three members of Team A who were acting as robbers were killed. The action time was three minutes and twenty-seven seconds, and the commander of Team A was successfully killed."
"However, the rescue operation of Team B resulted in the death of eight hostages. The command performance was passable!"
The entire exercise adopts a complex scoring system. After all, the responsibility of the Flying Tigers is not how many people are killed or how many rings are struck, but whether they can successfully complete the mission, rescue the target, and perform the most dangerous tasks of the top police officers!
Therefore, the rules of the entire points system are a formula that the police force has continuously improved and calculated over the years.
It is roughly based on the number of casualties, mission completion, and command performance. However, Team B, as the rescue party, only has five minutes at most.
Because according to the exercise settings, the robber's bomb will detonate if it takes more than five minutes! The entire operation will be declared a complete failure!
Therefore, the total time limit for the exercise is also five minutes.
"Ah."
"I think Team B is really disgraceful. Except for the bomb not detonating, all other indicators are failures!"
Workspace.
Pantry.
Zhuang Shikai, Cai Yuanqi, Zhuo Jingquan and other senior police officers, all wearing white uniforms and carrying epaulettes, were leaning or standing, holding a folder and a cup of coffee or tea in their hands, huddled together in a tea room room.
With more than a dozen senior police officers standing in the already small tea room, it suddenly seemed a bit crowded, and it made the occasion that was supposed to be relaxing feel full of dignity.
Of course, if you want to put these dozen people in the conference room to sit and have a meeting, tsk tsk, the power will be even stronger.
It was quite relaxing to gather in the tea room.
At this time, they were sipping tea and browsing documents and reports, knowing the data and process of the entire operation well.
Zhuo Jingquan was the first to let out a cold snort and began to accuse Team B. He seemed very dissatisfied with Team B who carried out the rescue operation.
That's right, Zhuo Jingquan came from the security department, has a stern eye, and is considered a strict one among many police officers.
"Sir Zhuo, you are right. If the bomb is successfully detonated, Team B will have zero points and there is no need to consider it at all."
"However, Team B's performance has never been good. After all, the exercise is designed to make the opponent stronger. Team A has always had an absolute advantage over Team B, just like the blue team in military exercises."
"This time the Commander of Team B was able to accurately shoot the Commander of Team A, which is quite amazing." At this moment, a ghost superintendent said aloud while sipping his coffee.
Cai Yuanqi nodded in agreement: "Historically, the average score of Team B is 75 points, and the command performance is passing. There were even two exercises where they failed."
"The phone calls played by Team B today were above the standard."
"That's true." The other superintendent thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.
"However, Team A suffered too many casualties. Even if they win in actual combat, the reputation of the Flying Tigers will be ruined." Suddenly, another superintendent said dissatisfied: "The exercise was like actual combat. Back then, the Flying Tigers had nothing to show for it. Army emblem! This achievement is worthy of the name Flying Tiger!"
In the tea room, more than a dozen superintendents were roughly divided into two camps. Both sides were in a tense situation.
These senior officials all know that this exercise is about two commanders, which one can succeed as chief inspector! Become the mainstay of the Flying Tigers, and even the successor to the next Flying Tiger captain!
Just like Zhuang Shikai had to start cultivating a successor before leaving the Flying Tigers, Zhou Xingxing is already the highest commander of the Flying Tigers and may be serving in the General Administration in the future, so naturally he has to start focusing on the selection of his successor...
In terms of ability alone, both of them are good, but their command styles and attitudes are different.
Naturally there are supporters on both sides.
"hehe."
At this time, Zhuang Shikai raised his teacup, took a sip of tea, put down the teacup, and laughed out loud: "If I didn't know your character, I would have thought that you were speaking for your sponsors by accepting their money."
As soon as these words came out.
The dispute at the scene was immediately eliminated, and all the senior executives shut up and turned to look at Mr. Zhuang.
Although, they sincerely consider the police force and use their own thoughts and opinions to make suggestions for the police force.
These senior executives are also qualified to advise.
Otherwise, Mr. Zhuang will not let them accompany them to review and hold meetings together...
And it is impossible for these two little inspectors to bribe the big boss of the police force, especially when it comes to matters related to the Flying Tigers. Everything can only be decided by Mr. Zhuang, and no one dares to touch it.
But Mr. Zhuang is joking, they can't joke!
"A Xing, tell me your suggestions." Zhuang Shikai saw everyone shut up and turned to look at Zhou Xingxing.
"Yes, sir!" Zhou Xingxing put away his joking expression, put down his cup and stood at attention, raised his hand in salute, and said seriously and formally: "Ling Jing and Fang Keming have different shooting styles and command concepts. Among them, Ling Jing is more Direct, Fang Keming is more stable, the most obvious thing is his shooting style."
"Ling Jing's shooting uses the breath-holding breathing method. He holds his breath for one second before shooting to stabilize his heartbeat and ensure the best shooting condition."
"Fang Keming uses the smooth breathing method, which requires two to three seconds to breathe smoothly, adjust the heartbeat, and enter the best shooting state."
Zhou Xingxing preaches here.
Click to stop.
Because for knowledgeable people, these two arguments are enough.
You must know that for a professional sharpshooter, shooting style often reflects various dimensions such as mentality, philosophy, personality, etc. It is a specific manifestation of a "person" down to something, and a "person" can be sketched out in reverse.
Breath holding technique.
Smooth breathing method.
These are currently the two best breathing methods in the shooting world. Among them, the smooth breathing method is the mainstream, and the breath-holding breathing method is used by a very small number of shooting masters.
Such as the Kowloon Gun King, Killer O, and even Peng Yixing.
Most people such as Zhou Xingxing, Cai Yuanqi, and Fang Keming use the smooth breathing method.
Because the breath-holding breathing method is equivalent to taking a shortcut, firstly, it will shorten the shooting time, and secondly, under long-term training, the character will easily go to extremes and become more bloodthirsty.
If you are a pure shooting enthusiast, competitive shooting may not have much impact.
They don't see blood!
But for the Flying Tigers who have been operating on the front line for a long time, the breath-holding breathing method is extremely influential.
Although, Smooth Breathing Technique training is difficult and slow to get started...
But the advantage is that the optimal shooting time is long and the state is healthy, and it eventually developed into a mainstream shooting method.
In fact, Master Zhuang first used breath-holding as a shooting method, so he had no prejudice against breath-holding, but now?
He is more accustomed to using the "plug-in" shooting method!
If you insist on fighting with him, he will first use his inspiration scan to lock you in, and then blow your head off with a curved bullet!
"Buzz buzz."
At this time, Cai Yuanqi, Zhuo Jingquan and others all looked up at the chief and did not make any comments about the two candidates.
Whether it's Fang Keming or Ling Jing, it doesn't matter what breathing method they use. What matters is who Zhuang is more optimistic about. Many fates can be rewritten with just one sentence from Zhuang.
However, after Zhou Xingxing finished speaking, everyone actually supported Fang Keming more. However, because Ling Jing killed "Fang Keming" during the exercise, there were still a few people who supported Ling Jing even more.
After all, Ling Jing’s marksmanship is even better!
At this moment, Sir Zhuang's cell phone suddenly vibrated.
I saw Sir Zhuang taking out his mobile phone, pressing the answer button, and humming twice without changing his expression, then closed the mobile phone, raised his head and said with a smile: "Okay, there is a gold shop robbery at Tim Mei Road in Central. At present, The robbers took six hostages and hid in a gold shop to confront the police. The Central Police Station has surrounded the robbers."
"Exercises are no match for actual combat!"
"Whoever gets the upper hand will depend on who is better in actual combat."
Zhuang Shikai finished his sentence, put his phone back in his trouser pocket, put down his coffee cup, and left the tea room.
…
meeting room.
Ling Jing was wearing a black operational uniform, with urban camouflage paint on his face, holding a powerful sniper rifle and leaning his butt against the conference table.
"I didn't expect the people you arranged on the eighth floor. Six people caused thirteen casualties to me. Your command performance must be better than mine."
"Technically speaking, I directed an operation that failed."
Fang Keming leaned against the wall and stood opposite Ling Jing. He was wearing a gangster uniform and holding a gun in one hand: "I am Team A and you are Team B. They are different."
"Besides, you killed me."
Both of them acknowledged each other's power, but neither of them could say that they were convinced enough to give up the Chief Inspector to the other.
Because the position of chief inspector is a big setback for their careers, their future prospects, remuneration, and a lot of money are right in front of them.
All men with backbone know how to fight!
Who the hell wants that?
Although both parties joined the police force together and became "sharp shooters" together, they regarded each other as colleagues, comrades and friends.
But the lone sharpshooter has no brothers, only his lieutenants and opponents!
"Crack!"
At this time, the wooden door of the conference room was pushed open.
"Two sharpshooters, one has won the Flying Tigers shooting championship for four consecutive years, and the other has been the Flying Tigers shooting runner-up for four consecutive years. Now you must not obey the other. Both of you want to be the chief inspector of the Flying Tigers."
"Now there is a gold shop robbery in Tim Mei Road, Central. There are hostages in the hands of the robbers. It's time for the Flying Tigers to take action."
A figure stood at the door, glanced at the two of them, and said in a playful tone.
"Tell me with your actual actions."
"Who should I put in position?"
The figure retracted his gaze, his eyes sharp, and turned around to leave.
"Yes, sir!"
Fang Keming and Ling Jing immediately looked serious, stood at attention and saluted, and then quickly went to gather with guns in hand.
At the same time, the alarm was sounded at the Flying Tigers station, and the Deputy Director of Operations ordered on the spot to dispatch two Flying Tigers teams to Tim Mei Road to perform the mission. Soon the Flying Tigers team changed their clothes, took live ammunition, and rode in an armed vehicle. Rush to Tim Mei Road.
Zhuang Shikai and other officers went together in a number of cars. A group of small gold shop robbers became targets of the competition, which directly attracted the presence of high-level police officers. I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune.
…
"boom!"
Kai Tak Airport.
A special plane bearing the British royal emblem descended from the clouds, carrying the sound of wind, slowly slowed down and landed, arriving at Hong Kong Island.
