"Write on the table." Chen Blind heard that the customer did not count his fortune, he wanted to calculate the fortune, and he also needed the accurate time, and said in his heart, Are you here to smash the field? ”

Who doesn't know that my blind man Chen is the most accurate fortune teller? If you don't ask me for fortune telling, you can't read the goods!

However, he still couldn't help pinching his fingers and posing as an old god.

After all, no matter how the style can't be lost, if you dare to come, I dare to count!

"Hmm." Zhuang Shikai nodded, put his finger on the table, and wanted to write a word. But for a while, he couldn't think of anything to write, so he simply wrote a handsome character, which was also in line with his style.

I saw that after Zhuang Shikai finished writing the word "handsome", he stared into the eyes of the old blind man and said: "Mr. Chen, the word is written." ”

Although word measurement has always been a very fateful divination method, Zhuang Shikai is very curious about how the blind man measures words? Can he see the words?

The old blind man moved his ears, stretched out his palm, and opened his mouth to speak: "Five years! ”

"I will definitely be able to transfer back to the police station within five years."

Zhuang Shikai looked at the five open fingers of the old blind man. He nodded thoughtfully, "Thank you, Mr. Chen." ”

He took out a Hong Kong dollar and placed it on the table, then turned and left the Tin Hau Temple.

After hearing the footsteps go away, the old blind man touched a Hong Kong banknote with his hand, and a smile appeared on his face: "Fortunately, I heard that you wrote five paintings, otherwise I wouldn't know how to lie to you." ”

"Five years is good, five years is good... Hehe, see if you still remember this incident five years later, are you in the mood to trouble me...... Maybe you'll be on the streets in five years. ”

"Huh?"

"Big Hose!"

"If you are so rich, next time you come to me to see feng shui, I will definitely not fool you!"

The old blind man silently folded the Hong Kong banknotes, stuffed them into his trouser belt, and when he heard someone coming in again, he immediately resumed his solemn and solemn expression.

This time it's a regular customer again.

Just listen to the voice and know it's Humpty Dumpty.

……

"Sir Zhuang, I'm in trouble." Half a month later, at the Flying Tigers' station, John walked up to Zhuang Shikai with a document.

Zhuang Shikai was wearing a training uniform and was supervising the training of the players.

When he heard John's anxious voice, he immediately grabbed the baton, turned around and asked, "Sir, is it a mission?" ”

In the past half a month, the selection of Chinese within the police force has ended.

The Force selected about 200 Chinese police officers, and after three rounds of assessment, 18 Chinese police officers remained.

After the 18 Chinese police officers were admitted, they underwent a month-long training camp for the Flying Tigers.

Zhuang Shikai, as a senior officer, of course, does not need to lead these new team members, he is now in two squads under his opponent, conducting daily training.

After the training camp is completed, those new team members will naturally be assigned to other commanders, and he doesn't need to worry about it at all.

When John heard Zhuang Shikai's inquiry, he handed the document in his hand to Zhuang Shikai: "NO! Not a task! Rather, it was an urban anti-terrorism joint exercise invited by the US military! ”

"Huh?" Zhuang Shikai frowned, took the folder and opened it, and then quickly merged and preached loudly.

"Hit!"

"Since the U.S. military wants to test whether our guns are fast enough! We'll shoot him and show him! ”

"All members of the Flying Tigers are assembled!"

Zhuang Shikai picked up the silver flute around his neck, ticked it, and blew the flute.

In an uproar, the Flying Tigers who were training in the mud pond quickly got up and rushed to the front of the commander covered in mud to assemble.

John looked at the expressions of Zhuang Shikai and the Flying Tigers, and suddenly felt a pang in his heart: "Sir Zhuang really does what he says!" ”

"I'm not afraid of the U.S. military's black account at all! I want to lead the Flying Tigers and the U.S. military to make a move! ”

At this time, John took a deep breath and said loudly: "Sir Zhuang, you must be careful when you go abroad. ”

"I have a military cadet who served in the U.S. Special Forces, and I got a piece of news...... The retired SEAL commander you killed was the younger brother of a current SEAL colonel captain......"

……

Five years later.

Happy Valley.

IDPA Shooting Club, Hong Kong Police Club.

A competitive competition for social design enthusiasts in Hong Kong is being held in the gun lane, with a total of 10 enthusiasts from all walks of life and different nationalities in Hong Kong competing for the championship position.

This is the first shooting competition for the whole society since the establishment of the IDPA Shooting Club, and the prize money of up to 500,000 Hong Kong dollars is also very attractive in 80 years.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three clean gunshots rang out.

A young gunman in a gray cotton suit, wearing noise-cancelling headphones, holding a gun in both hands and wearing goggles, pulled the trigger and knocked down three round targets in front of him in succession.

The young gunner then lowered his gun, sprinted sideways, and then stood on the ground with his legs steady, raised his gun again, and fired again at the opposite target through an iron hoop perspective.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bell, bell!"

Every time the young gunner pulls the trigger, the chamber of the gun resounds, and the target in front of him inevitably responds, making a crisp hit.

The young gunner on the field looked solemn, and his mastery of the gun seemed to have been integrated into the bone marrow. The race guns used on the field are different from the actual firearms.

Not only is it more handsome, but it is also lighter and more accurate, and it can also add additional equipment such as sights and auxiliary devices.

Because the racing gun is born for competition, it only pursues fast, accurate and light.

Actual combat firearms should pursue stability, adaptability, security, and so on......

Therefore, the two types of firearms are fundamentally different, and according to the laws of Hong Kong Island, the kinetic energy of the race gun must be limited to less than 1.8 joules, and it is illegal to exceed 1.8 joules.

At this time, the young gunner stood at the last firing point, raised his gun with both hands, and rushed into the sight with a fierce eye, bursting out with a wisp of natural murderous aura, and pulling the trigger again and again.

"Bell, bell."

The last five moving targets all fell, and the whole process took less than a second.

“Double Tap！”

Five crashes, ten rounds were actually fired.

There was also a bullet change in between.

The young gunner then stood still, muzzle facing the air according to the standard of the race, unloading the magazine, pulling the bolt and clicking to make sure there were no bullets in the chamber.

After waiting for the on-site referee to come to inspect the firearm and nod his head to confirm that it was correct, he stuffed the race gun into the pouch on his waist and turned around and walked back to the starting point.

"Whoa."

The audience immediately applauded and gave him the warmest applause.

The judges of the Police Force on the judges' bench also showed surprise, caution and appreciation.....

He was the first of the ten finalists to complete the project and the most high-profiled.

At this time, the young man was walking, and when he heard the sound of the chapter, he suddenly turned around with a smile and waved his hand, and responded to the audience with kindness.

And the young man in a race uniform, with his hair raised, and his head turned to smile while wearing goggles, was even more charming and extremely chic......

Subsequently.

The rest of the finalists finished the competition one after another.

The on-site referee stepped forward to count the target positions and shouted: "Track 1, 12 targets and 12 hits!" ”

"The last five targets, five double taps!"