Chapter 39: The Spear

"Sword, Brother Sword, I" Li Ping's voice was like a mosquito flapping its wings.

Fang Jian turned his head with a red face: "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you, let's go!" ”

"Brother Jian, I really like you, don't let me go"

The flush on Li Ping's face had not yet receded, and he hugged Fang Jian with both hands.

"Let's go! I'm not suitable for you," Fang Jian pushed Li Ping's hands away.

"Why? Why? Am I not as good as her? I hate you! ”

Li Ping suddenly cried loudly and rushed out of the room crying.

Li Ping sobbed and left, Fang Jian lit a cigarette and took a hard puff, it's not that he doesn't like Li Ping, this little woman's appearance and figure are all the best choices, compared to Yang Mei.

Ay! Fang Jian had a hurdle in his heart, she was too young, the young one was about the same as his son, Fang Jian felt strange in his heart, and he always had the feeling that he couldn't start.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and Fang Jian lost his sleepiness when Li Ping made such a fuss, so he simply practiced on the bed, and at six o'clock in the morning, Liu Cheng knocked on Fang Jian's door.

"Master, are you still practicing this morning?" Liu Cheng pointed to the rainy sky.

"Practice! Collection"

Fang Jian was already fully dressed, with sports shorts on his lower body and only a shirt on his upper body.

Everyone stood together with sleepy eyes, the team was still crooked, Fang Jian frowned when he saw it, it seems that the team is really not easy to bring!

Li Ping's eyes were red and swollen, standing in the team with his head down, You Ren looked at Li Ping and then shouted at Fang Jian: "Morning, boss!" ”

Fang Jian glared at him, everyone probably already knew about last night's noise.

Fang Jian asked, "Everyone hasn't woken up yet!" Don't you want to train when you see it raining? We are now a team, a team that wants to fight to survive, will the living corpses sleep in the rain? ”

"No!"

Liu Cheng's voice was unusually loud, and several other people also replied sparsely.

"Do you want to train?" Fang Jian shouted loudly.

"To"

This time the crowd lifted their spirits and replied loudly.

"Okay, Liu Cheng will take everyone to basic training and long fist practice" After speaking, Fang Jian was ready to walk out of the door.

"Master, where are you going?" Liu Cheng hurriedly asked.

Fang Jian said: "I'll go for a run, you guys train by yourself!" ”

"Master, I'm going to go for a run too, and I'll practice again when I come back with my long fist!" Liu Cheng said.

"I'm going too"

Li Ping suddenly raised his head and stared fiercely at Fang Jian with his eyes open.

"Let's go too"

Everyone expressed their positions, and the sword below was stunned.

"Good! According to the original plan, the women's team will have three laps, the men's team will have five laps, the fat brother will boil hot water, boil the pot of ginger soup, and set off! ”

The group stepped into the heavy rain in high spirits, the water splashed under their feet, and the sonorous and powerful slogans sounded, in this drizzly early morning, this small team ran out of a smashing atmosphere.

Fang Jian instructed Liu Cheng, who led the team, to slow down, and he ran at the back of the team, looking at the wet woman in front of him, Fang Jian's heart was full of emotion, suffering is really a catalyst for vitality, she was still a delicate daughter some time ago, and today she has burst out with strong strength in order to survive.

After three laps, Fang Jian ordered the panting women to go back to shower and change into dry clothes, while the male team members continued to run, and Li Ping still stubbornly ran in the team.

This little girl, it seems that she is more energetic than herself, and when she returned to the police station, Fang Jian walked towards the wet Li Ping.

"Go take a shower, dry your hair, don't catch a cold, and drink a bowl of ginger soup later," Fang Jian said softly.

Li Ping ignored it, and hurriedly ran over with her head down, and no one saw the tears in her eyes.

After breakfast, Fang Jian had already cleaned up the duty hall of the police station, and the hall of more than 100 square meters had become an indoor training ground, and he made three wooden targets to staple to the wall, taking turns to do assassination exercises.

Looking at the continuous rain in the sky, Fang Jian gave up the idea of continuing to investigate, and just asked Liu Cheng to take everyone to continue training, while he took You Ren to look for weapons in the shops he was optimistic about yesterday.

The two of them collected the things they collected in the hardware store and the decoration shop to the motorcycle repair shop, which has all kinds of tools, and there are also high-power diesel generators, air compressors, starting generators, and all kinds of equipment can operate normally.

The original sorrow to make the material of the spear, in the building materials store found the galvanized seamless steel pipe has been satisfactorily solved, the steel pipe is much better than the steel bar, the weight is lighter, the strength is better, the mind is flexible, it is recommended that the steel pipe is divided into two sections, a section of 40 pipes, a section of 50 pipes, the use of threaded connection, usually easy to carry, connected together is the spear, just do it, the two immediately busy.

Doing guns is the main force, he has opened a decoration company and is familiar with the use of various tools, and Fang Jian is just a hand for him.

After a busy morning, a strange spear finally appeared in front of the two of them, You Ren looked proudly at the spear that looked like a pike or a spear, two eighty centimeters of steel pipes connected together, the head of the gun was found in the hardware store*, the steel pipe was drilled and then connected with rivets, and then the head was welded to death, although it looked a little ugly, but the effect was very good, any stab, the four-centimeter thick wooden board was easily pierced, even the thin white iron sheet could not withstand the spear casually.