The policeman made a V-shape with his right hand, supporting his chin, looking incredibly cheesy.

After thinking it over carefully, he said, "So the shield is used to block, and the stick is used to strike the hand, the hand holding the knife."

The fat man flattered him, saying, "You truly are an expert; you saw the key to it at a glance."

Although our country was equipped with riot shields a bit late, when it comes to using various types of shields, we are the ancestors.

Militia training used the "Twelve Forms of Shields," which was later upgraded to the Sixteen Forms.

The police station already had all these things, and the police officer consulted his superiors and quickly got approval.

After receiving the equipment that day, the police officer instructed the chubby boy, "Then I'm entrusting the training task to you. I'll give you five days. You must be able to initially form combat capability. We'll move out after five days!"

"..."

Training is usually held at night so as not to affect daytime production.

At that time, the steel rolling mill was still highly profitable, and the wage standards had just been raised. The wages of formal employees in Beijing generally increased by 40%, and Fatty's monthly salary rose to 54 yuan.

Hearing that the fat man had become the captain of the workers' disciplinary team, the workshop director of their welding workshop panicked.

This sycophant, who previously thought the fat man was down on his luck, couldn't stand him and was determined to get back at him.

Now, fearing the fat man's retaliation, he's actually groveling and trying to curry favor with him.

The fat man gently patted his face with the back of his hand: "Why didn't they expose you when Xu Damao was around?"

Sure enough, the workshop director felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly as soon as he heard the name "Xu Damao".

It's no exaggeration to say that every one of these workshop foremen had been bullied by Xu Damao. At one point, they were all so terrified of the mere mention of "Xu" that they were afraid of him!

Only after the fat man had walked away did their workshop foreman angrily spit heavily on the ground: "Damn it, what a piece of trash! He bullied me before I became the workshop foreman, and he still bullies me now that he's the foreman. What kind of foreman am I?"

Benleihu learned the new routine the fastest. He mastered it in just one night, while most of the others only managed to understand it by the third night.

During the joint practice, the fat man reminded everyone, "Pay attention, four people per group, that way you can protect yourself from all sides. I've repeatedly emphasized that maximizing your own protection is the core of our tactics! What are they? Thugs; and us? Regular employees of the Red Star Factory! I'm the one who brought you out, and I'm going to send you all back safely. I can't afford to see any of you get hurt!"

At first, several troublemakers, including Qinlonghu, looked down on the fat man and thought he was a coward.

It's just fighting, right? Everyone's been in a fight before, just go for it!

So the fat man randomly selected three teammates, and then had Qinlonghu lead six people to attack them.

As a result of their skillful teamwork, they easily defeated them, and then there was no more noise.

Qin Longhu took a blow to the hand from the fat man's stick. Forget about holding a knife, his bones were almost broken. He was in so much pain that he could only clutch his hand and endure the beating in a sorry state...

The remaining people weren't having an easy time either. They knew the fat man was a tough nut to crack, so they tried to find a breakthrough by targeting the other three.

As a result, these three guys were as cowardly as turtles. They were tough and had high attack power. A few hits from them left them bruised and battered.

On the fourth night, the police came to inspect the premises.

He was very satisfied with everyone's level of cooperation and tactics, so he gave a passionate pre-battle pep talk.

Let everyone believe that we are on the side of justice, the builders and maintainers of social order, and heroes who dare to fight against illegal acts!

To be honest, it's a shame he's not an instructor; even the fat guy is captivated by his eloquence.

On the afternoon before the operation, Yang Weimin, who had not been seen for a long time, actually appeared.

This guy somehow got hold of a military green short-sleeved shirt, wore pants with yellow stripes, yellow rubber shoes, and was carrying a bag.

This is the most fashionable and popular style of dressing right now, and it is loved by many young people.

This guy still has Golden Tiger by his side.

Every time the fat man saw the yellowish-white hair on his head, he couldn't help but exclaim, "So fashionable!"

However, his wasn't dyed, and there was nowhere to dye it at this time; Golden Tiger's was natural, he had vitiligo, and his face was covered with patches of white and yellow.

In addition, she's ugly, and at first glance she looks like a foreigner.

Yang Weimin immediately offered the fat man a good cigarette, a Peony brand; he also lit one for himself, but didn't offer one to Golden Tiger.

Yang Weimin grinned sheepishly: "Hey Fatty, you should have been the captain of this workers' picket team a long time ago, I'm telling you. You should have been back in '68, otherwise, what would have happened to that bastard Xu Damao?"

The fat man ignored him and asked instead, "Are you here today to interrogate me?"

"No, no, I just don't understand why you would stand up for this kid."

The fat man waved his hand: "I didn't stand up for him. He was just willing to pay for it himself to settle the matter, so I just gave him a hand."

Yang Weimin swallowed his anger. "Is this what you, Ping, are responsible for? You made me lose three hundred yuan for nothing!"

However, he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he said mysteriously to the fat man, "Fatty, do you want to get rich?"

"Of course I want to! Who doesn't want to get rich?"

Yang Weimin patted Jinmaohu on the shoulder: "This kid has paved the way. Imported radio cassette recorders, Sanyo brand, dual cassettes, have you ever heard of them?"

So it was that foreign junk called "Sanyo"? Of course, it's still in high demand now; unlike later, when anyone who bought it would lose everything.

The fat man showed little interest in the thing and said to Yang Weimin, "Alright, let's get straight to the point and stop beating around the bush."

Yang Weimin rubbed his hands together: "Well, I've run into some trouble lately, and I'd like to ask you, Fatty, to take your men and help me sort it out. Don't worry, after it's done, each of the brothers will get two packs of Peony cigarettes, plus a radio cassette player, and that'll be yours."

The fat man grinned, thinking, "Why is this bastard still so stingy? You think you can give this to a beggar?"

Moreover, he was not unaware of the nature of the workers' picket team, yet he dared to fantasize about scheming to get the fat man to do this job for him.

The fat man even began to have some doubts. Did he really look so easy to fool?

Ignoring him, the fat man retorted, "Your brother is the head of the factory's security department, with dozens of people under him. Why don't you go talk to your brother?"

What is Yang Weimin supposed to say? Is he supposed to admit that his brother is even more corrupt than him?

In the end, the two could not reach an agreement.

After Yang Weimin led the golden-haired tiger out, he whispered to him, "See? None of them are respectable. We don't need to show them any more respect anymore."

Golden Tiger followed his lead without question: "I've disliked him for a long time!"