The entire line, consisting of only 21 people in two rows, was orderly and coordinated, moving at the same time.
Just as he was passing by Chen Rou, Chen Ke said again, "Salute!"
Everyone saluted in unison and walked past Chen Rou. Only then did Chen Ke say, "Run in step!"
Two neat rows of people ran into the distance, facing the rising sun.
Chen Rou shaded the drying rack with her hands, watching the direction her colleagues left in. Of course, she would miss the past, not only because she loved that job, but also because the years in the special police team were the most energetic and beautiful years of her life.
It's also because of her regret that even if she could go back to the way things were, she would have to retire when she reached a certain age.
In fact, Chen Ke was better off in the SWAT team than in the military. The interpersonal relationships were simpler, and he only needed to handle cases. Unfortunately, Yue Zhongqi was also transferred here, so his future career in the military is probably over.
Having read it once and feeling satisfied, Chen Rou went to find a roadside stall for breakfast.
As she passed a green belt, she vaguely saw someone inside, huddled around, but of course she couldn't believe that Nie Zhao, that lunatic, would be hiding in the green belt; that was just too unbelievable.
But it was Nie Zhao, along with his men, who were still in the green belt at that moment.
The reason he was always in a state of crisis, constantly fearing the loss of his wife, was because Chen Ke and his group were not only outstanding, but they also lived in an ivory tower that even he longed for, a place isolated from fame, fortune, and scheming.
They are true heroes, people who don't need money to be admired and respected. Chen Rou is one of them, and if it weren't for him, she would have been in that team too.
Nie Zhao was heartbroken. When he saw the warmth in Chen Rou's eyes as she smiled at the group of people who saluted her, he had a strange feeling, as if he had clipped her wings that were soaring high.
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The red-eye flight lived up to its name; Boss Nie and his men's eyes were as red as rabbits'.
He said wearily, "Let's get through this first. After the morning meeting at 8 o'clock, come back at 12 o'clock."
Secretary An needs to accompany his wife, so he doesn't need to go through the checkpoint.
But his two bodyguards spent most of the night with him at the airport.
I thought that now that he's arrived in mainland China, he should be resting. So, Brother Mao would go find Yue Zhongqi, dance the political commissar dance together, and drink a couple of ounces of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor). Sam would also need a hotel to take a bath and sleep.
Westerners have a strong body odor, and now he smells like a latrine.
But the boss is a complete lunatic. He abandoned the plane, wandered around for a bit, and then wanted to rush back to Hong Kong before the border reopened.
Has he gone mad?
But what can you do? He's even more terrifying than the client—the boss!
A stupid and neurotic boss, just like most working-class bosses.
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