"Political Commissar Fang," Bai Song was overjoyed. He had been here all morning and had not gone out, so he had not seen Political Commissar Fang.
Because they had fought side by side before, Bai Song was very happy to see Fang Cheng.
"You didn't even tell me you were here. If I hadn't come to the cafeteria to eat, I wouldn't have seen you."
"I'm just afraid of disturbing you..." Bai Song felt a little embarrassed.
"Ha, come on, don't stand anymore, sit down and eat. I'll come over to pour a glass of water and show my respect to the comrades who have come from afar." Political Commissar Fang looked around. Perhaps because Ji Yue and the master did not have any positions, the headquarters was connected to a deputy detachment commander, so he was naturally qualified to say this.
"No, Political Commissar, please tell me, what does it mean that he also won a first-class merit?" Someone spoke with a jealous tone.
"Go check the notice on the political work website yourself." Fang Cheng was too lazy to say anything and asked Bai Song: "I came late and only heard the end. Can you tell me again about your last trip to Yanwei City?"
Everyone was speechless. You don’t want us to listen to the story, but it’s you who wants to listen to the story!
But no one dared to say anything.
This has nothing to do with level. The reality is, you can’t beat them!
Bai Song had no choice but to tell the story again from beginning to end.
"You can do it now. Leg strength is the most difficult to train, but it is also the most powerful." Fang Cheng is an absolute expert. He knows that the weapons of humans are actually mainly arms and teeth.
This is the most primitive damaging weapon.
Under the premise that your strength remains unchanged, after training, your fist may increase its strength by half at most. However, most people do not use their legs at all, and the same legs may have a strength difference of three or four times under different force-generating techniques.
"I learned a little." Bai Song scratched his head.
"Who did you learn this from?" Fang Cheng asked.
"I learned from Qiao Qi of the Economic Investigation Corps." Bai Song said without hesitation.
"Old Qiao!" Fang Cheng became excited. "He accepted a disciple? Sure. I told you that you are not a simple person. I know Old Qiao. Although he has taught many people, there are only a few who can claim to be his disciples. His way is different from ours, but he is very aggressive and is also a master-level figure."
Qiao Qilai has trained with the Special Police Corps several times, and we can learn from some of his things, but they are definitely not exactly the same.
Bai Song felt a little embarrassed, thinking that he might bring shame to his master, but no matter where he was, he would always say that Qiao Qi was his master and the other one was Sun Tang.
"I have learned a little from my master."
"What nonsense! With your kick, I dare say that not many people in the special police detachment can do the same kick." Fang Cheng said with a smile.
Bai Song's face changed. He had not offended Political Commissar Fang, so how could he have made him hate him?
"Bai Song, after dinner, show us your skills."
"Yes, yes, show me your skills..."
They all wanted to watch the fun and no matter how big the event, Bai Song understood that Political Commissar Fang wanted to test him.
At this point, Bai Song was in a dilemma, but since he was now representing Qiao Qi, he couldn't say no. "If I have the opportunity to learn more, I'd still be willing to do so."
That's considered an agreement.
Now, everyone around was satisfied. Many of them had almost finished eating and decided not to eat anymore, saying they would meet at the training ground later.
Bai Song didn't dare to eat too much, as he was an impatient person. He estimated that he would have to start training in ten minutes, and eating too much would affect his performance. So he ate a few pieces of beef, pinched a corner of the pancake, and didn't eat any more.
Fang Cheng then greeted Han Xin and Ji Yue and toasted them with water. However, Han Xin and Ji Yue did not care about this detail. Instead, they had a good impression of this genuine political commissar.
After dinner, Bai Song and Political Commissar Fang walked side by side to the training hall together.
Bai Song's strength is no longer comparable to what it was two years ago when he went to Southern Xinjiang Province, but the more he has, the more he can feel the power of Political Commissar Fang.
There is still a chance of winning if you risk your life, but there is absolutely no chance of winning if you fight against each other. This is Bai Song's judgment.
"Political Commissar Fang, have you ever fought with my master?" Bai Song asked in a low voice.
The voice was not loud, but it still attracted several special police officers on the road to turn their ears.
"Yes, we have sparred before." Fang Cheng nodded: "If it's a life-and-death fight, I have little chance of winning. If it's a sparring match, I'm still young after all."
This sentence immediately caused strong reactions from several people. Although it was not said directly, the meaning was very clear.
The two had a competition, and Fang Cheng was slightly better, but the prerequisite was that Fang Cheng was 10 years younger than Qiao Qi.
This evaluation is really too high!
Everyone knows who Fang Cheng is!
Fang Cheng also truly admires Qiao Qi, because Qiao Qi is strong in all aspects.
For example, Bai Song only learned some skills such as camouflage, escape, counter-reconnaissance and fighting. When it comes to marksmanship, which is a real skill, he is very bad.
It is definitely better than ordinary people, but it is difficult for Bai Song to hit the 15-meter moving target with a Type 92 pistol.
In terms of gun skills, Qiao Qi is still slightly better, so Fang Cheng is convinced.
As they were talking, they arrived at the combat training hall.
Without further ado, let’s get started.
No one will be convinced if you say anything else, but here in the ring, if you wear protective gear and can knock down your opponent, everyone will think you are powerful. Otherwise, it will be useless no matter how much you say.
Of course, winning is not limited to knocking down the opponent. Being able to subdue, control or score to a certain degree also counts as winning.
If you are wearing protective gear, getting hit in some vital parts won't cause any damage, but it will allow the person who is hit to score points.
Keep it simple, just one round.
A group of young men on the special police side are eager to try.
No one wants to believe that he or she is not as good as the deputy director of a police station.
The first person to come up was a man as tall as Bai Song.
This man is about 1.85 meters tall and weighs over 100 kilograms, but his body fat percentage is very low. He is a typical muscular man. Bai Song saw that his first opponent was so strong and secretly groaned, thinking that this was too cruel.
Bai Song weighs only 85 kilograms. Although he can be considered heavyweight compared to his 100-kilogram opponent, he is still several levels behind in terms of weight if we break it down into smaller weight classes.
Heavyweight boxing is 79.45 kg and above.
However, if Bai Song participates in the competition, he will definitely participate in the middleweight class, because all the players will lose weight frantically before the game, except for a few geniuses who can cross the weight class. Otherwise, it will be much easier to fight if they drop down a level.
There are many people who quickly lose seven or eight kilograms before the competition.
However, as soon as this person made a move, Bai Song found a loophole.
The training of special police is still mainly large-scale and physical training. This strong man can deal with ordinary minions at the same time, and he can easily defeat several of them, but there are still many loopholes.
Bai Song also has loopholes, but they are better than this one.
He understood that there would be at most two or three people sparring with him, and the first one should not be able to do anything to him.
I am full of fighting spirit! Since I want to practice, I might as well practice. It is a good opportunity to test my level.
He never gave up training!
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