"Since it's so lively, I'm definitely going to go to war. What's going on? Disputed islands?"
"Twenty minutes ago, a Japanese destroyer was shelled by a South Korean destroyer thirty nautical miles east of Takeshima. The specific situation is still unclear. The news has not come out, and the Japanese government has not made any statement. It has been confirmed that the shells were indeed from South Korean warships.
"Emitted." Fudong's voice became serious.
"It looks like a fight is really going to start. No matter which side it is, as long as the first bullet is fired, it will be difficult to continue the confrontation." Fu Ming felt that things were getting more and more interesting.
"I think if there are no accidents... there will be official statements in the news this evening. If South Korea does not restrain itself after the weapons exhibition in Tokyo, Japan, then war will ignite in the Western Pacific."
"The exhibition is just a demonstration and warning from Japan. It seems that at this exhibition, the cutting-edge weapons from Japan will shine. I really don't know what it is that can subvert the future war pattern."
Fu Ming put down his left hand that was covering his ears. The students had all finished their bullets.
"My informant also covered up this matter and did not reveal any more useful information." Fudong's phone made a buzzing sound, as if he was turning over some materials.
"Uncle Forbes, you know, sometimes I really wonder if you are a double agent of some government intelligence department, and you are actually able to get first-hand intelligence information in such a short period of time." Fu Ming chuckled, half-heartedly.
Said jokingly.
"Aren't you boss? Have you invested a lot in intelligence? You spend millions of dollars, sometimes just to buy a name. It's all bought with money. Intelligence and information are not people's hearts. As long as you want to buy it, you can still buy it.
But boss, I'm sorry, I won't reveal a word to you about my intelligence source. I trust my informants and want them to trust me. For an informant, a responsible person
An upline is much more reliable than a rich upline. I have to be responsible for their safety, and they will give me corresponding information in return." Fudong's tone became extremely calm, and his speaking speed unknowingly accelerated."
I'm sorry, this is my principle."
"Oh, Uncle Fu, don't be so serious. I'm just talking. I believe in the source of your information." Fu Ming looked at the instructor walking towards him and said with a smile. "You seem to have offended me with this phone call.
There’s some trouble.”
"Do security forces need to be deployed?"
"No, I think I can handle it on my own, and I can also get a week's vacation by the way. I'm embarrassed to ask for leave just a few days after school started, but there's nothing I can do about it." Fu Ming sighed and hung up.
Phone. Because he saw that the facial features on the instructor's face were almost distorted together.
"Who asked you to bring your mobile phone in? What if you don't obey the rules and actually stand in a designed way and hurt others! Hand over your mobile phone, little bastard, and run ten laps for me to remember it!" The instructor is very skilled!
To seize Fu Ming's cell phone.
Fu Ming put his phone directly into his pocket, "Instructor Wang, I suggest you not to do this." His face returned to a smile, "This punishment is a bit too much for me, ten laps, four thousand meters
, it’s going to be exhausting. I like fairness the most, so I have a suggestion.”
Instructor Wang's hand stopped in mid-air, and he stared at Fu Ming with a frown. The shooting action of this student just now was indeed very standard. It was obviously after a long period of systematic training, and the shooting was very easy and natural, and he would definitely not be able to defeat him.
Less bullets.
Seeing that Instructor Wang didn't answer, Fu Ming continued. "Fight with me. If you win, I will hand over the phone to you, accept the safety inspection, and go run laps. You lose... Hehe, not only can the phone not work
Here you go, I won’t go running around, and I also want a week’s vacation during military training.”
"What did you say?" Instructor Wang thought that the student named Fu Ming in front of him was simply crazy. Looking at his slightly thin figure, he couldn't believe his ears. "The shooting must be a gun club in Hong Kong.
It's just practice, it's a good thing to let this kid know what a real soldier is!"
"Are you sure? What should I do if I hurt you?" Instructor Wang asked with a smirk. He thought that this thin and gentle student had no chance of winning. He had not served as a soldier in vain in the past few years!
"If you get hurt, it's mine. I will never break my promise." Fu Mingye's smile turned into a sneer, "A soldier who has never been on the battlefield is not a soldier at all. Yes, Instructor Wang, I know what you are thinking.
What."
Instructor Wang frowned. This twenty-year-old student was saying words that were completely inappropriate for his age, which made Instructor Wang feel a little nervous. He actually regretted the decision he just made. But when things got to this point, if
It seems inappropriate to refuse the challenge. With so many students, where can I put my face?
"Don't say I'm heavy-handed." Instructor Wang pinched his joints and started to warm up.
"This is not a place." Fu Ming pointed to the indoor training ground, "Go there, you should have permission to enter."
Instructor Wang laughed and said, "Okay, let's go there." He made a small calculation in his mind. When he got indoors, others wouldn't be able to see him. Even if he did something cruel, no one would know. "This is for you.
Found it."
"Yes, yes, I found it myself." Fu Ming shrugged and walked to the indoor training ground first.
"Xiao Li, put away the guns for them and let them move freely for half an hour. Don't let them run around." Instructor Wang turned around and shouted, and then walked towards the training ground.
"Yes!" A young soldier standing in the center of the students stood at attention and saluted.
Some girls nearby overheard the conversation between Fu Ming and Instructor Wang intermittently, and started chattering. Before Fu Ming could reach the indoor training ground, the students in the two classes present knew the news. The head teacher of Fu Ming's class
After asking for a long time, he finally came up with some clues. Lin Jianping kept shaking his head and sighing: "This idiot." He looked towards the indoor training ground, got up and trotted over with the class teacher.
"Please." Fu Ming relaxed his body, took off his flat glasses, took a step forward with his left foot, protected his face with his right hand, and stretched his left hand half-bent in front of him. He was hunched over, which was a standard fighting preparation.
"Boy, have you ever been a soldier?" Instructor Wang looked at Fu Ming's posture in surprise, and once again doubted whether his decision just now was correct. "For such a weak boy, it doesn't matter if he has learned some moves!" he asked.
He strengthened his confidence. The gap in strength between him and Fu Ming was still huge. Instructor Wang clenched his fists tightly, and the muscles on his arms burst out instantly.
"I'm sorry, this is not something you should know." Fu Ming still had a standard smile on his face, thinking silently in his heart that outsiders who know these things have become nutrients for the soil.
"Pretend!" Instructor Wang didn't hesitate any more. He wanted to feint with his left straight fist and punched out with eight points of strength.
Fu Ming did not dodge, but instead let go of his right hand that was protecting his cheek. Instructor Wang punched Fu Ming straight on the right side of his face.
Fu Ming staggered and took a few steps back. A few seconds later, his nosebleed started to flow, and the right side of his face was swollen.
"The speed is pretty good, but it's a pity that the strength is a bit lacking." Fu Ming smiled bitterly. This punch was much softer than the punch from Matt when he was training at the age of sixteen. Matt's punch made him
I lay on the ground for a long time and didn't get up.
There was no more proud expression on Instructor Wang's face, but he was very surprised in his heart. It was obvious that Fu Ming deliberately did not resist or dodge this punch. Although he only had eight points of strength, it was more than enough to knock an ordinary man to the ground.
But Fu Ming just staggered a few steps.
"Instructor, it's immoral to hit someone without hitting him in the face." The smile on Fu Ming's face did not disappear. Since it was a fight, both of them had to be injured. He walked out unscathed and kept
Instructor Wang is lying on the ground here, which is so eye-catching.
He almost made his moves with a smile. Long-term fighting training with Matt gave him very fast speed. Fu Ming raised his right foot, exerted force on his waist, and swept the instructor's head with a whip kick.
Instructor Wang was still calculating in his mind, but he didn't expect Fu Ming to suddenly make a move. He blocked it hastily with his hand, grabbed Fu Ming's right foot with his backhand, and pulled it forward, trying to make Fu Ming fall to pieces. Once he fell to the ground, he would
He's at a disadvantage in a fight.
Fu Ming did not panic. Instead, he borrowed the power of Instructor Wang's hand to push his left leg off the ground and hung it in mid-air. Using his waist strength to the extreme, he twisted his body to the right and threw his left leg out on his toes.
Instructor Wang had no time to dodge. Although his hand had already let go of Fu Ming's right foot, he still couldn't dodge. Fu Ming kicked him in the chin and took a few steps back.
Fu Ming fell from the air, with his back to Instructor Wang and his hands on the ground. He turned his wrists, straightened his legs and swept towards Instructor Wang. "As expected, I have never been on the battlefield. The posture is quite good-looking and solid, but
That's another thing." Fighting is all about being versatile and making moves when the opponent doesn't expect them. Fu Ming only got rid of the fixed moves after being beaten severely by Matt more than a dozen times.
.
"Instructor, be careful." Fu Ming's legs slammed into Instructor Wang's ankles.
Instructor Wang felt that his center of gravity was unstable and he fell sideways. Fortunately, he reacted in time and supported the ground with his right hand, preventing him from falling to the ground.
"It's too late." Fu Ming jumped forward, bent over and rushed to Instructor Wang. He made a fist with his right hand and pulled it to the far left. His left hand pressed the bottom of the fist of his right hand, gathering strength. His fist was hanging on top of Instructor Wang's head.
The instructor's right hand was on the ground and his left hand was still maintaining balance, so he had no time to react.
"Damn it!"
Fu Ming opened his left hand, swung his right fist along the left side, and hit Instructor Wang's chin hard with the bottom of his fist.
Instructor Wang fell to the floor with a bang and rolled several times. He was face down, with blood pouring out from the corners of his nose and mouth. He scratched his hands and feet several times and couldn't stand up.
Fu Ming had to be measured when he started. This kind of intensity would not cause serious damage to the vagus nerve and would have no sequelae. If the intensity was not controlled well, severe damage to the vagus nerve, coma or shock would be possible.
He gasped and patted the dust on his hands, "I have to continue practicing with Matt when I go back. If I don't get beaten, all the bones in my body will fall apart!" The rapid movement in a short period of time made Fu Ming's already thin body
The body feels tremendous pressure.
"Instructor Wang, you lost, remember our agreement." Fu Ming turned around and walked out of the door of the indoor training ground.
"Fu Ming! Are you okay?" Lin Jianping was the first among a large group of students following the class teacher. When he saw Fu Ming coming out of the gate, he hurried over. "Damn, this soldier is doing something.
It's neither serious nor serious! Sue him to the head of the regiment!" Lin Jianping looked at the swollen patch on the right side of Fu Ming's face, which also had some bruises. "How is it? Damn, something happened and he couldn't bear it.
Walk."
Fu Ming still believed this sentence very much. Lin Jianping's father was the chairman of a large local company in the imperial capital, and he could speak a few words in the local area. Although Lin Jianping himself was usually not very showy, and he was not like a young master at all.
It’s a cool style, but the power behind it shouldn’t be underestimated.
Fu Ming put his arm on Lin Jianping's shoulder and pretended to be exhausted. "I'm fine, little bitch. I'm not stupid." He chuckled. The security force members' concern for him was entirely their duty.
, but Lin Jianping, whom he had just met for a few days, was completely different. This made Fu Ming feel for the first time that the social life of ordinary people was still very beautiful.
"Fu Ming...it's okay. This guy is so serious. He's so serious about fighting with a child. Go see a doctor quickly." The head teacher ran over, his fat body making him gasp for breath.
"Teacher..." Fu Ming put on his glasses, rubbed his face, and wiped the nosebleed. "You'd better call the doctor here. I'm afraid that Instructor Wang inside will be lying in bed for a few days.
"
The head teacher was stunned and looked towards the door.
I saw Instructor Wang lying on the wooden floor, blood slowly flowing out from his nose, staining a small area of the ground red. He was breathing heavily with a big mouth, and there was a puddle of vomit around his mouth.
On the shooting range a hundred meters away, two soldiers were sorting out the target papers that the students had shot. These shooting results will be recorded in the student files for credit review.
One of the soldiers looked at the target papers, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "It's such a waste to fire live ammunition at these students. They don't even have nine rings."
"Hey, I have a very strange target paper, No. 8. One has nine rings and one has ten rings, but... there are no other bullet holes. Two of them scored well, and the rest missed the target?" Another soldier put this
He pulled out a piece of target paper. "The ten-ring bullet hole seems a bit big."
The two soldiers looked at each other and said, "It's impossible."
They trotted to the target at shooting position No. 8 and looked at the mud wall behind the wooden target. Next to the bullet hole of the nine-ring bullet, there were holes from nine other bullets densely distributed.
The ten rings on the No. 8 target paper were actually nine bullets piercing a hole.
"Which student was in target position 8 just now?"
"The one who was taken away by Captain Wang?"
The two soldiers looked towards the densely packed group of students next to the indoor training ground, but they could not find Fu Ming.
Fu Ming found a step, sat down, and asked Lin Jianping to get some water before dismissing him. Then he took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Fudong.
"Eleven tickets to Tokyo, Japan, tomorrow morning."
A few seconds later, Fudong sent back the text message. "It's already booked, boss."
Fu Ming glanced at it and then deleted the text message. He smiled bitterly and said, "My message is really a bit redundant."