"Police officer, Huang Boqiang, hit one hundred and thirty-five flying saucers."
Everyone in the police communication company suddenly became excited. For the first time, they had defeated the special operations brigade in shooting. They had not been despised by the arrogant special operations brigade before. Everyone looked at He Zhenzhong and slowly surrounded him.
past.
"What are you thinking?" He Zhenzhong, who had just changed the medicine, stared at them warily, "I am a wounded person now."
"Brother Zhenzhong, you are not even afraid of death, why are you afraid of changing the medicine a few more times?" Zeng Fan smiled and rubbed his hands.
"That's right, I'm afraid it's not He Zhenzhong."
With Huang Boqiang and Zeng Fan taking the lead, everyone surrounded He Zhenzhong, then lifted him up and threw him high.
Compared to the excitement and liveliness of the police force, the special operations brigade fell into silence. No one expected that the final outcome would be like this, and everyone was in a bad mood. Some people even looked at the police force with envy.
Those people were thinking that if He Zhenzhong had not been transferred from the special operations brigade, would they be able to learn marksmanship from He Zhenzhong and improve themselves like those in the police company?
Brigadier He Zhijun stared at He Zhenzhong who was thrown up high with complicated eyes, his hands clenched and his mouth full of bitterness. He knew that he was wrong, really wrong. He could get the police to communicate in such a short period of time.
His marksmanship improved rapidly and he won the sincere admiration of those people. It wasn't that He Zhenzhong didn't know how to get along with his comrades, but his value was far beyond his previous expectations. He regretted it, but it was too late.
Fortunately, the next step was fighting. He comforted himself in his heart. With He Zhenzhong's injuries, they should be able to win.
Soon, the drawing of groups for the second round of fighting began.
When the group list came out, everyone's eyes widened. He Zhenzhong was actually drawn into Group A at the same time as the four members of the special operations brigade. If it hadn't been for the on-site draw, they would have wondered if this was deliberately arranged.
"Brother Zhenzhong."
"Zhenzhong."
Everyone in the police station looked at He Zhenzhong with some concern.
He Zhenzhong smiled slightly, "This may be God's will. As I said again, I don't want to lose, I want to win."
"good."
"We support you." Huang Boqiang hit He Zhenzhong on the shoulder, "We have prepared stretchers and other things for you."
"Yes, I promise to lift Brother Zhenzhong steadily." Zeng Fan also patted his chest and promised.
He Zhenzhong couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "Can I say a word?"
"What?"
"piss off."
After saying that, he stamped his foot and ran quickly towards the Group A arena. The remaining police officers raised their middle fingers at his back.
The people in the special operations brigade also breathed a sigh of relief. There were four of them, and He Zhenzhong was injured. It would be difficult for them not to win this game.
Finally able to win back some face, the brigade commander He Zhijun also breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that God's will is like this. God is protecting the special operations brigade. Otherwise, how could such a competition list be drawn.
Group A venue.
"Police officer He Zhenzhong, special operations brigade Miao Lang."
He Zhenzhong and Miao Lang came on the stage and stood facing each other.
Looking at He Zhenzhong, Miao Lang's eyes were a little ashamed. They had indeed been sorry for He Zhenzhong before, and He Zhenzhong was the son of their life and death comrade.
He took a deep breath and said: "Although you are injured, for the honor of the special operations brigade, I will not show mercy."
"I will also try my best." He Zhenzhong nodded and raised his bandaged right hand.
Seeing He Zhenzhong's insistence, Miao Lang shook his head and took a stance.
"start."
With a stamp of his foot, Miao Lang's body shot out, attacking He Zhenzhong first. He clenched his fist and punched straight towards the wound on his shoulder.
He Zhenzhong also kicked the ground and rushed towards Miao Lang.
He wants to win, be honest, and defeat the special operations brigade thoroughly.
His fighting spirit burned instantly and his blood boiled. He did not use auxiliary drugs such as triple amplification potion, but he also felt that his body was full of strength because he wanted to win.
"ah."
boom.
Two huge fists collided with each other, and with a pop, warm blood spattered everywhere.
The wound on He Zhenzhong's right hand opened again.
Everyone around was stunned. He Zhenzhong actually fought with his injured right hand?
And, most importantly, he actually blocked Miao Lang's fist.
Miao Lang's expression changed instantly. He took a step back and then lunged forward again. He still didn't believe it, so he retracted his right fist and whizzed past again.
boom.
Kick and kick, Miao Lang's steps were unsteady and he took three steps back in a row. His face was pale and his eyes were dull. He was actually beaten back?
Boom, his foot slammed on the ground. He Zhenzhong straightened up and punched out with his right fist.
Bang, Miao Lang retreated again, trying to adjust his body and position, but He Zhenzhong's blood-stained right fist came in front of him again. He could only raise his hand to resist, and a huge force came from his hand, forcing him to continue.
One step back.
boom.
Two huge fists collided continuously, blood splattered.
He Zhenzhong could no longer feel the pain. He had just seen the apology on Miao Lang's face, but he never said a word of apology from beginning to end, right?
He punched quickly and firmly, turning all the dark emotions of dissatisfaction and grievance in his heart into strength, and vented them out through his fists.
To win, you must win completely.
Didn't they see that he was injured? Didn't they feel that he was sure to win? Then he showed them with his injured hand that although he was injured, he still could not be underestimated.
boom.
Unable to stop him, Miao Lang's face was as pale as paper and he gritted his teeth. He felt aggrieved that he was forced to this point by He Zhenzhong's injured hand. He wanted to fight back, but he was helpless.
The people around were also shocked. Looking at He Zhenzhong's bloody right fist, looking at his firm and crazy face, looking at his firm movements, they inexplicably felt that the blood in their bodies seemed to be boiling.
"Yeah." He Zhenzhong shouted as he forced Miao Lang back again, jumped up, retracted his right fist, and then struck hard.
boom.
Miao Lang's right hand trembled instantly and fell down. He Zhenzhong's fist fell on his chest. He felt a huge surge of force and his body flew back two steps and landed with a thud.
Looking at He Zhenzhong standing there, standing proudly, the people in the special operations brigade were speechless. He Zhenzhong won so neatly and beautifully, what else could they say?
"Police officer He Zhenzhong was promoted."
We still have three people. He Zhijun comforted himself in his heart, but he didn't have much confidence in his heart. Can He Zhenzhong be defeated by ordinary people?