At the beginning of the eighties, Zhou Xingxing was already the commander of the Flying Tigers.

It can be seen that he is not only 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 restructuring of the police force.

From this point, it can be seen that Zhou Xingxing is not only funny and funny, but also a top player in firearms shooting and hand-to-hand combat.

After all, he is a talent who can kill all the "hostages" after a drill.......

Do you dare to say that Flying Tiger Ah Xing is not powerful enough? Watch out for a shot in your head!

Therefore, Zhuang Shikai was not surprised by Zhou Xingxing's performance on the training ground, at least it was much more bland than several ghost instructors.

At the end of the day's operational test, Zhou Xingxing was not the only police officer who stood out, and there were three or five Chinese police officers who stood out.

Zhuang Shikai has secretly written down their names, and this may be the first batch of Chinese middle-level Chinese in the Flying Tigers in the future.

As for the overall situation considered, it is still the ghost guy who has the advantage.

After all, the innate advantages of the human race are there, and the ghosts have a natural advantage in terms of action.

And to tell the truth, the ghost police officers I refer to have military experience, and their combat quality is much better than that of the chaotic Chinese police officers.

Of course, not to mention other colonial police officers such as Ah San.

Each one is a waste of wood.

In total, less than five passed the operational test.

It can be seen that the quality of personnel in these colonial areas is poor.

Compared with the Chinese who have been inherited for 5,000 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 are answering questionnaires.

This exam paper is arranged by the chief instructor of the ghost guy, including firearms theory quiz questions, on-the-spot reaction judgment questions, command multiple-choice questions, and action planning essay questions.

It's over?

No.

No.

You turn the scroll over, and there's a drawing action problem on the back.

Zhuang Shikai and a ghost instructor invigilated a classroom, and they couldn't help but be secretly anxious for the Chinese police officers.

I saw that the ghost police officers in the classroom were answering the questions seriously, but the Chinese police officers were biting their pens and thinking hard.

Although, to a certain extent, the examination papers are given preferential treatment to the Chinese, and the examination papers are "two copies in Chinese and English", according to local conditions.

However, it is an undeniable fact that the collective education level of the ghost police officers is high.

After all, the literacy rate in Hong Kong is pitifully low, and the police officers who can sit in their seats are already people who have read and know each other, and they are already rare and capable people among the Chinese.

But this is only basic education among the ghosts, and it is not worth mentioning at all.

The Chinese police officers in the examination room are really difficult......

"Ugh."

"What should I do?"

Zhou Xingxing sat on the chair, there was no answer to the whole answer sheet, and he drew a little tiger under the question and answer question.

At this time, the ghost police officers began to hand in the papers one after another.

Wait until the ghost police officers have all handed in their answers.

The ghost instructor couldn't bear the loneliness, turned around and walked to the door to smoke.

Zhuang Shikai nodded, reassuring the ghost guy to hand over the examination room to him, and then coughed lightly twice, immediately attracting the attention of the audience.

"Ahem."

This is the last ten minutes of the exam, and most crucially, it is the tense finale.

Whether the Chinese police officers still have a chance to sing depends on whether Instructor Zhuang gives them the opportunity to sing.

Suddenly, the remaining Chinese police officers in the field heard the coughing sound and seemed to feel something, and they raised their heads one by one, staring at the only Chinese instructor in front of them.

There was expectation, fear, apprehension and anxiety in their eyes.

Under the gaze of everyone, Zhuang Shikai picked up a filled ghost 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.

Eventually, he stood in front of the wall behind him, his face posing as he admired the artwork, and began to stare at the blank wall in contemplation.

A second of silence.

Randomness is an explosion in silence.

"Whoa!" More than a dozen Chinese police officers were agile, took out the fastest way to pick up the ground exam papers, and then copied them as fast as possible, and then handed over the two papers to the Chinese brothers next to them.

At this moment, the tradition of mutual help among Chinese people is prominent, and the answer sheet begins to spread in the form of division.

Zhou Xingxing, as the first person to get the answer sheet, copied all the case files in less than two minutes.

Then one Chinese police officer after another 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 has to help a little, and he has to maintain a forty percent Chinese ratio no matter what.

This is not only for the sake of grace and control of the Flying Tigers, but even if it is just a chance to allow the Chinese to get an extra salary to support their families, it is worth it to do a little bit of stepping on the boundary.

He was found to have been punished at most, and a few words of lecture from the commander was nothing. The chief instructor of the Flying Tigers is not qualified to fire him, and it is impossible to report this matter to the director, so it is a big deal to spend more money to keep them shut. Anyway, Zhuang Ye is not short of money, and it is not a matter of what can be done with money.

In these years, compatriots are well fed, and the most important thing is to live well, and it is nothing to take some risks. Of course, this is also because the conditions of the examination room are good, except for the ghosts, there are only Chinese, and they will have the opportunity to do this only after the ghosts and candidates are gone.

If there is a police officer, I'm afraid this matter will be in vain. And he can only invigilate one examination room, and the Chinese police officers in other examination rooms do not have this kind of preferential treatment.

About five or six minutes later, Zhuang Shikai coughed lightly twice: "Ahem." ”

Then he turned around, put on a straight face, and walked to the front of the exam room with his hands behind his back.

As he walked through a wooden table, a police officer consciously bent down and reached out and quickly inserted a ghost exam paper into his palm.

Zhuang Shikai walked to the front of the classroom, and after getting the exam papers, he naturally put the exam papers back on the table.

The next moment, the ghost instructor walked into the examination room and looked down. I saw that the Chinese police officers who were originally chewing their pens and meditating hard are now working hard to write, and they look calm and composed.

The ghost instructor was slightly puzzled, but he couldn't say that there was anything wrong. Zhuang Shikai showed him a smile, and he could only smile back.

Soon, the Chinese police officers began to hand in their papers one after another.

It is impossible for every police officer to copy every police officer in this exam, and it is impossible to copy every question correctly, but it is always good to get a few more points and a few more police officers.

Zhuang Shikai looked at the police officers who handed in the papers and thanked them, and felt that the head teacher looked at the unlucky children, and hoped that they would become talents, and they could win glory for the Chinese, which was really helpless and loved.

"Thank you, Instructor Zhuang."

"Thank you, Instructor Zhuang." Every Chinese police officer who left the examination room bowed 90 degrees to Zhuang Ye, who collected the papers, and thanked him respectfully.

At this moment, Zhuang Shikai not only has a level and power pressing them, but also his personality charm in doing things has conquered them.

"Dididi." The siren sounded, and at this moment the exam was over, and every reference police officer had to put down his pen, submit the exam paper to the examiner, and leave the examination room.

And when the Chinese police officers left the examination room, Zhuang Shikai's kindness to help the Chinese police officers gradually spread in the small rolls within the Chinese police officers.