The patterns of warfare are constantly changing.

In the era of cold weapons, the competition was about whose sword was sharper and whose strength was greater. Later, cavalry emerged, and the Mongol cavalry almost swept across the globe. Then came firearms, and tiny Great Britain used its advanced firearms to colonize the world, with Hong Kong being one of the colonies.

We are now in the age of aerospace firepower and satellites, so relying solely on thermal weapons is becoming outdated.

The role of the Air Force, especially its pilots, is best illustrated by what Chen Rou has done today.

Chen Ke took the aerial view map drawn by Wang Baodao, waved everyone aside, and solemnly praised him: "Comrade Baodao, you really are a treasure. With this map, not only will our current task be much easier, but our upcoming bandit suppression work will also be much easier."

Wang Baodao finally managed to stammer out, "Captain, do you know the phrase 'soaring into the sky'?"

Yue Zhongqi became interested: "Tell me quickly!"

Wang Baodao, who also knows a little about flying, tried to describe it: "At that time, there were four or five stratospheres acting at the same time, and the airflow in each stratosphere was different. There was rain and hail. But in such a strong convective air environment, Ms. Chen was able to climb hundreds of meters in about 30 seconds and bring the plane to a safe area."

Chen Ke listened with trepidation, because according to Wang Baodao, the scene was far more dangerous than they had imagined.

Hail can damage the rotor blades, so flying a helicopter in hail is both risky and an extreme test of piloting skills, but his little cousin actually did it.

“Not all rich people are nouveau riche. Look at the Nie family. They must have spent a lot of money to train a driver like Nie Tai.” Wang Baodao’s eyes were sparkling, completely disregarding Captain Yue’s life or death: “It’s like I’m dreaming.”

Hailstorm conditions, shooting straight into the sky amidst complex and severe convection?

"That's it!" Yue Zhongqi couldn't imagine how spectacular it would be. Jealousy made him ugly. He said, "Wang Baodao, you acted without my permission. You won't be eating the mutton I stole tonight!"

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Chicken Bro and his crew brought their refrigerators and woks, of course. The henchmen were definitely eating the same food as the international police, but when Chicken Bro saw that the international police were using frozen zombie chickens, he naturally asked Master Er to cook for them.

There were originally two sheep. Chen Ke had just finished cleaning them up and stewed one of them using the hand-grabbed method. That was just enough. He planned to braise the remaining one, so he only chopped up a portion of it. Since he didn't have iron skewers, he used cardamom branches he had cut from near the port to skewer it. He had just lit a fire with charcoal and was preparing to roast it.

Food is like that; like the people of Hong Kong, it's refined, with its own refined way of eating. But you can also enjoy the simple pleasures of eating coarsely. And because cardamom branches naturally have a unique fragrance, the sheep that Yue Zhongqi stole was indeed plump and not gamey. As Chen Ke left, Liu, the head cook of the mess hall, smelled a fragrant aroma, picked up a skewer of meat, took a bite, and immediately gave a thumbs up: "My god, this is so delicious!"

Just then, they saw a few gangsters who were starving and looking for food. Squad Leader Liu warmly invited them, "Come and have some meat skewers."

In Hong Kong, open-fire grilling is not popular because mutton is too gamey. However, if the mutton is of good quality and tender, it must be grilled over high heat until it is crispy on the outside and juicy on the inside to be delicious.

They didn't even add chili peppers or the spices that Chen Ke had specially collected. They just ate it with a little salt, strung it on a branch, and roasted it over a big fire. It was incredibly delicious.

Chen Rou followed the aroma and found a large group of people queuing up, waiting for Squad Leader Liu to grill skewers for them. She had run around for a while, which had not only exhausted her energy but also her mind, so she was hungry quickly. She often ate these large red willow skewers when she was on a mission in Xinjiang, so she decided not to queue up and cut the meat herself, mixing the lean and fatty parts, and started grilling it herself.

To be honest, she was clearly more experienced than the cooks. With three large skewers in her hands, she tossed and turned them over the fire. Seeing some seasoning in the jar, she sprinkled some on, and in the blink of an eye, the skewers were cooked, and she took a bite.

Since being transferred to Shenzhen, she hasn't had such authentic barbecue in a long time. It's simply amazing!

There were a lot of people at the scene. The international police originally numbered over sixty, and there are still over forty of them. Master Er brought over fifty of his own core members. The line is getting longer and longer, and there's definitely not enough meat for everyone. What should we do?

Chen Rou ate one skewer, then took the remaining two and prepared to go find Chen Ke.

After walking a few steps, they passed a room and saw a bald man cooking around a large pot with a spoon. Chen Rou handed him a skewer of meat: "Brother Song, have a skewer."

Upon smelling it again: "You actually stewed hand-pulled noodles?"

He added, "This tastes so authentic."

Authentic hand-pulled mutton uses very few seasonings. Generally, just a sprinkle of Sichuan peppercorns is enough, and green salt, which is less common in the market, is even better. But the key is that you must boil it. The gamey smell of the mutton will be carried away by the steam. At the same time, you must constantly skim off the foam so that the soup is clearer than water.

Entrusted by Chen Ke, Song Yuanchao was preparing the mutton skewer with broth. He took a bite and exclaimed, "So fragrant!"

Because he had been inside the house the whole time, and the thunderstorm had subsided by the time it passed, he didn't know the weather conditions. So he only knew that Chen Rou had gone out, but he didn't know what kind of danger she had just experienced. While eating meat skewers, he said, "Captain Chen said that this is mutton stewed especially for you. He really knows his stuff. This meat smells really good."

Although Chen Ke is serious and not good at socializing, he is a very capable person when it comes to work. He can do anything he wants to do exceptionally well. To be fair, if he were to rise to the position of Wang Baodao's father in the future, he would probably do better than Yue Zhongqi. So it's no wonder that Yue Zhongqi is the worst among his peers.

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