"Jiang Hao has guided you in sign language!"

Lin Ke looked at Jiang Hao who returned the gun to the police in surprise, and suddenly remembered that he had indeed seen Jiang Hao's fingers dancing in a mess just now. He thought that Jiang Hao was tired of dragging the gun, so he didn't care too much. Unexpectedly, Jiang Hao was actually communicating sign language with Fang Meng, which was beyond his expectations.

Zhang Lang looked at Fang Meng eagerly and found that Fang Meng looked directly at Jiang Hao, which made him feel very uncomfortable when he was competitive. In order to ease the atmosphere, he asked with a smile: "Fang Meng, can I learn this sign language?"

"This..." Fang Meng looked at Zhang Lang in embarrassment. Where did her father learn her sign language? To be precise, sign language is the term used when the special forces subordinates are in crisis or when it is inconvenient to communicate. His father once specifically asked not to spread the word. Jiang Hao was able to learn sign language and be proficient in using it, which was completely beyond his expectations, because she did not deliberately teach Jiang Hao, everything was learned by Jiang Hao himself.

"Is there anything inconvenient?"

Zhang Lang breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Jiang Hao, who was talking enthusiastically with Li Fan on shooting skills. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth hard. I must make you pay the price. No one wants to save you this time. Then he pretended to be indifferent and shrugged: "Even if you learn sign language communication, it is not very useful, so I won't learn it."

The high-speed improvement and practice of manipulation have made Jiang Hao's perception rapidly strengthen every day. He immediately reached the strong murderous aura behind him. He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Lang who was pretending to be indifferent. He smiled faintly on the corner of his mouth, swept Zhang Lang up and down, curled his lips, shook his head, and said in a rude tone: "It's not that Fang Meng doesn't teach you, but you really don't have the qualifications. Even if you want to teach you, I'm afraid you won't be able to learn it."

"Why do you say I can't learn?"

Zhang Lang's face turned cold and he wanted to vomit blood so depressed that he was humiliated without any hesitation in front of the woman he loved. Not to mention that when he was studying in the police academy, he received sign language guidance from top domestic combat experts, and he also achieved good results in the sign language exam. Is there any sign language in the world that he has learned?

"Facts are facts. No matter how you don't admit or escape, it is unquestionable. If you still can't accept it, I can give you a test for you for free." Jiang Hao decided to give Zhang Lang a chance to humiliate himself, so that Zhang Lang can recognize himself. He is very happy to slap people in the face, especially slapping himself in the face. He smiled and continued to stimulate Zhang Lang: "If you pass this test, it means you have the ability to learn. Of course, it is absolutely impossible for you to pass the exam successfully."

"You!" Zhang Lang's chest was fluctuating violently, and he wanted to take out his gun and shoot the arrogant Jiang Hao. He glanced at the waiting and watching eyes from all sides. He knew that if he really didn't take the test today, he would probably admit that he was a fool. He suppressed his excitement and said proudly: "If you have any test questions, just ask. I have never encountered sign language that I can't learn."

Play with me, and I won’t play you to death! Jiang Hao glanced at the proud Zhang Lang with pity and decided to play with Zhang Lang for a few games. He directly stretched out his hands, glanced at Zhang Lang’s white palm, and said lazily: “It’s not suitable for sign language when you look at your hands, but since you are so diligent and ask, just test a few of the most basic movements.”

"good."

Zhang Lang's face turned dark, and Jiang Hao's despise made the anger in his body constantly squeeze. The moment he made sign language with Jiang Hao would be the time to counterattack. Following Jiang Hao's actions, he stretched out his hands.

"Follow me to do it."

Jiang Hao continued to do it, his hands facing inward, then moved his hands to the middle, making a cross-shaped cross-shaped face. The two hands continued to move towards the middle until the ten fingers were tightly crossed together.

"This is too simple."

Zhang Lang looked at each other's crossed fingers indifferently. He was worried that Jiang Hao's sign language movement would be difficult, but it turned out that this was the case. Even for a child, this movement could be easily done.

"This is to prepare the movement, keep the movement and stop moving. I'll test it down to see if you can react in time. If you still say the same thing, I don't like you."

Jiang Hao's hand returned to normal, and continued to stimulate Zhang Lang who was unwilling to admit defeat. He wanted to anger Zhang Lang. The more angry Zhang Lang was, the less flexible the movements were, and the more difficult it was to complete the movements.

"bring it on."

Zhang Lang kept crossing his hands and glanced at the lazy Jiang Hao, full of confidence. He wanted to prove his strength with facts.

Link ordered the police to put the body in a bag, and the forensic doctor immediately gave the judgment result, first of which was brain death, followed by a critical part being shot. The entire person was already dead and could not die. The team responsible for collecting evidence immediately began to pull the warning strip, and then began to patiently search for the remaining explosive fragments and the evidence left by the robbers at the scene.

"I'll try it too."

Link glanced at the busy policeman and joined the test team. As he deepened his understanding of Jiang Hao, he felt that Jiang Hao was very powerful and knew that Jiang Hao had never been a person who could speak nonsense. Since he dared to say that Zhang Lang could not complete the basic movements of sign language, it must make sense. He immediately followed Jiang Hao's demonstration and started to cross his hands in the opposite direction like Zhang Lang.

"Very welcome." Jiang Hao smiled at Link who joined, prying his left point upwards, and then announced: "The rules are very simple. My finger points to your finger, and your finger will move upwards with the point I point. That's what I do."

"This is too easy." Zhang Lang moved his ten fingers flexibly. This action was too simple for him. His confidence suddenly increased and he couldn't wait to urge him: "Come and verify."

Fang Meng glanced at Zhang Lang with great confidence. Jiang Hao's cross-practice method is indeed a common method to practice sign language. The purpose is to train the flexibility of fingers and the coordination between fingers and brain. The key point of this action is to control your fingers calmly and concentrically. A little distraction will make your fingers and head messy, causing the practice to fail.

"Then I'm not polite."

Jiang Hao walked to Zhang Lang reluctantly, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He calmly glanced at Zhang Lang, who was confident, stretched out his index finger on his left hand, and crossed it horizontally above Zhang Lang's reverse crossing, and moved left and right.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Lang looked over his fingers with awesome eyes, his eyes almost dazzled, but Jiang Hao always moved his fingers and did not indicate which finger to move. He kept crossing awkward movements for a long time. His wrists were sore and he urged in annoyance: "Can we be quick?"

"Let me see if you are ready. Now that we are ready, we will start."

Jiang Hao's moving finger suddenly attacked and pointed at Zhang Lang's index finger on his left hand.

Jiang Hao suddenly pointed out the moving fingers. Zhang Lang, who was not focused enough, felt nervous. Looking at the crossed hands, he strangely discovered that he could not tell which finger was from that hand in an instant. However, he still responded quickly, but he raised the middle finger of the left hand and the index finger of the right hand that were close together at one time.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Lang looked at the two fingers raised high in surprise, and his face turned red in an instant. He found that the crossed hands had almost merged into one as the contact time increased. For a moment, he could not quickly determine that one finger was on the hand. It was even more difficult for his brain to make a standing judgment. What made him even more annoyed was that he felt powerless, as if his hands were no longer under his control. Cold sweat slid down his forehead, but he still said unyieldingly: "Continue."

"I just said you are not suitable, but you just didn't believe it." Jiang Hao sighed and exclaimed, smiling and advised: "Forget it, this basic action is too difficult for you, you can't complete it at all."

"I don't believe it, I can't, please continue."

Zhang Lang had a dark face and shouted at Jiang Hao in an almost roaring tone. The more he wanted to calm his mind, the more he found that he could not concentrate and could not accept the fact that he was weaker than Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao knew that the purpose of disturbing Zhang Lang's mind had been achieved. At this moment, Zhang Lang was in a state of confusion. He was sweating profusely. He was just fish on his chopping board. He wanted to play tricks, but he would do whatever he wanted. He just could do whatever he wanted. His fingers that were reluctant to move remained at the index finger of his left hand: "Just this one."

"Is this right this time?"

This time, Zhang Lang stretched out his index finger on his left hand and immediately showed a happy smile. His confidence instantly soared a lot. It seemed that there was nothing difficult.

"Ahem...I mean this one."

Jiang Hao held back his laughter, coughed a few times, and moved his finger a little while calmly. His fingers were already close to each other, and Zhang Lang's fingers were not too thick. Jiang Hao moved casually and immediately moved onto the ring finger of his right hand. Zhang Lang, who was originally incorrect, was moved by Jiang Hao's move.

"How is that possible?"

Zhang Lang stared straight at the finger hanging on Wuming with his right hand, his eyes became dim, and he frowned deeply in a tangled manner. Why can't he even do simple movements? Is there something wrong with my head?

"Give up, I just said that you are not suitable. Now that I have verified it, it can prove that I have not deceived you."

Jiang Hao did not hide the strong sarcastic meaning in his tone at all. Play with me and see if I won’t play with you to death, he would be confused about Zhang Lang and his eyes were messy. Jiang Hao could only say that he was self-inflicted and could not blame others.

“It’s really difficult.”

Link slowly let go of his hands holding back. Although he was unwilling to admit it, he did respond very slowly. It seemed that he was not suitable for Jiang Hao's sign language practice.

"It's so difficult, I don't believe you will do it."

Zhang Lang directly let go of his tight hands and stared at Jiang Hao. He could not accept the fact that Jiang Hao was better than him, so he wanted to verify whether Jiang Hao also had this ability.

"Facts are facts, whether you believe it or not, it remains as always."

Jiang Hao stretched his waist, glanced at Zhang Lang jokingly, and looked at him provocatively, and said slowly: "Brother, I am very low-key. Since you are asking for abuse, I will meet your requirements."
Chapter completed!