Chapter 6, Class Leader Brother
Ouyang Zhuo's forehead was once again struck hard by the class monitor. He whispered, "No questions allowed, this is a secret! Besides... as your leader, I can be considered a BOSS-level figure. When I come out to help you put out the fire, I must at least present a sufficiently cool POSS, right? Otherwise, how could that lieutenant possibly stand at attention and salute me, a mere class monitor?"
He quietly walked into Zhao Family Village, and along the way, none of the armed police officers and criminal police responsible for maintaining order stopped him, nor did anyone question his identity or purpose. It was as if he possessed an invisible aura that evoked an indescribable sense of reverence in those around him
Ouyang Zhuo and the captain looked in astonishment at the man before them. He appeared to be at least ten years younger than Zhao Haiping, yet he was the instructor who had personally trained Zhao Haiping into such a war machine! In the minds of Ouyang Zhuo and the captain, someone capable of training a person like Zhao Haiping should at least be in their fifties, with a touch of gray at the tips of their hair, and should have one or two stripes and three or four stars on their epaulettes, a formidable figure.
It has been a full ten years since we last met! Ouyang Zhuo covered his forehead, which was painfully hit, and exclaimed with wide eyes: "With your remarkable talent and wisdom, and considering your father's extensive connections in the military, after ten years in the army, you should have at least achieved the rank of major or lieutenant colonel. How is it that you are still just a pitiful little squad leader? Don't get me wrong, but when you stood there with that stern face just now, I really started to doubt it. My leader, even after another fifty years, wouldn't turn into an old-fashioned bureaucrat, would he?"
Bang!
Ouyang Zhuo has now led the criminal police along with the armed police forces to stake out the entrance of Zhao Family Village for thirty-six hours. The bodies of seventeen militia members have already been removed, but bloodstains can still be found on the ground, and the heavy, almost suffocating smell of blood lingers in the air
A platoon leader of the armed police force, who specializes in sniping, covered his mouth with his hand and exclaimed in a low voice, "My goodness!"
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It was not until he was about to introduce the case to the class monitor that Ouyang Zhuo suddenly grabbed the monitor's hand when the two of them reached a quiet corner
He stands a full 185 centimeters tall, with a physique reminiscent of a powerful bear, yet he exudes an agility akin to that of a leopard. When he straightens his waist, it conveys an indescribable pride. In the presence of such a man, despite the insignia on his military uniform indicating that he is merely a small squad leader, the captain of the armed police cannot help but stand at attention and salute him.
He is approximately twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. Every muscle exposed on his body is as hard as marble, shimmering with a metallic toughness in the afterglow of the setting sun, yet it evokes a sense that within him lies a terrifying explosive power akin to fire and a library of knowledge. His lips are pressed together, and the lines of his face are sharply defined. Beneath two thick eyebrows that rise like swords, there is a high and sensual nose bridge. In his deep-set eye sockets, his eyes emit a cold and profound light; just a brief glance into his eyes will inevitably draw you into the almost cosmic black hole of their charm.
He is truly just a class leader, wearing a very ordinary camouflage uniform, without carrying any automatic weapons. If one must find something distinctive about him, Ouyang Zhuo, as a captain of the criminal police, keenly observed that on the right chest area of this man who calls himself "class leader," there was a small silver medal pinned.
He reached out to pick up the homemade landmine, which had been wrapped in a plastic bag and treated as evidence, gazing at the pale yellow liquid inside the beer bottle. Then he looked at the rudimentary yet practical ignition device at the bottle's mouth, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly upward, revealing a hint of an elusive, indifferent smile.
Looking at the grass-green bulletproof vest and helmet held in the hands of the armed police soldier, along with that small Buddha statue, and then observing the soldier's honest and sincere face, the squad leader smiled. He picked up a fist-sized stone from the ground and said: "Keep your eyes wide open and pay attention, I will only demonstrate once!"
Ouyang Zhuo stared intently at the class monitor's face and whispered, "Brother, is it really you?!"
In high-speed motion, the automatic rifle in the squad leader's hand fired, shattering a fist-sized stone with a single shot. The captain and several lieutenants gasped in surprise; only they, as rigorously trained professional soldiers, could discern that the squad leader had pulled the trigger at the precise moment when the upward kinetic energy of the stone balanced with the force of gravity, allowing the stone to enter a state of suspension in the air for one-tenth of a second. Only they, as rigorously trained professional soldiers, could discern that the squad leader had pulled the trigger at the precise moment when the upward kinetic energy of the stone balanced with the force of gravity, allowing the stone to enter a state of suspension in the air for one-tenth of a second.
The largest fragment in the air was struck by him with a single shot, and it happened at the moment when kinetic energy and potential energy reached equilibrium, shattering it with one shot
Snap
The class monitor furrowed his brow slightly, quickly scanning the surroundings to ensure that no one had noticed their little antics. He shook his head helplessly, tacitly approving Ouyang Zhuo's actions
The squad leader took an 85-type automatic rifle from a soldier of the armed police. He pulled back the bolt for a brief inspection, and without even taking the spare magazine, he slowly walked towards the mountains with the automatic rifle in hand. The armed police soldier who had lent the rifle did not stop the captain; instead, he took off his bulletproof vest and ran a few steps to catch up with the squad leader, bringing the helmet along and presenting it to him, saying, "That criminal is quite formidable; you should wear these just in case"
A stone the size of a fist was thrown by the class leader to a height of forty to fifty meters. Just when everyone thought the class leader would directly raise his gun to shoot, demonstrating his marksmanship, he suddenly dashed forward like a released arrow. The terrifying speed, which transformed from complete stillness to extreme motion in an instant, created a sensation for everyone, both visually and psychologically: the person before them was simply not human, unlike anything in the books.
This is not merely the pinnacle of the most challenging field of shooting sports; it also embodies a marksman's terrifying ability to grasp the overall situation and make rapid analyses under any circumstances! As the first bullet was fired, the squad leader lunged forward, and before his body even hit the ground, he suddenly curled into a ball, using the momentum of his entire body to roll swiftly about seven or eight meters on the ground. In the midst of this high-difficulty military evasion maneuver, the automatic rifle in the squad leader's hand fired again. As the first bullet was fired, the squad leader lunged forward, and before his body even hit the ground, he suddenly curled into a ball, using the momentum of his entire body to roll swiftly about seven or eight meters on the ground. In the midst of this high-difficulty military evasion maneuver, the automatic rifle in the squad leader's hand fired again
Ouyang Zhuo suddenly realized that his throat was filled with something
That is a majestic eagle poised to take flight
I have come in a bit of a hurry, without any preparations, and I need to borrow a weapon from you.
Ouyang Zhuo couldn't help but roll his eyes; the boss is indeed the boss, and this kind of shamelessness and audacity has remained unchanged for fifty years! It is just like what was once said in a novel by the esteemed Jin Yong, that the more others disdain or dare not engage in something, the more this boss revels in it with great enthusiasm and unflagging energy. When the pirate-like spirit of adventure bursts forth, if he doesn't create something astonishing, he might as well have his name written backward!
A strong wind swept through, causing the trees on the mountain to rustle and the fallen leaves to dance, even the shouts of people became ethereal. In this bleak yet beautiful environment, he was the most striking presence
Zhao Haiping is a soldier I trained, so this time I have been sent to handle him. His voice, slightly hoarse, possesses a unique charm and magnetism. He looked at the captain's hand extended before him but did not shake it. He calmly stated, "I believe you all understand my responsibilities and are aware of our confidentiality protocols, but I must reiterate. Whether Zhao Haiping is dead or alive, I must bring him back. The military court will impose severe penalties on him! I have no name; you may directly refer to me as... Squad Leader!"
The class monitor laughed, extending his hand to sharply flick Ouyang Zhuo on the forehead, rolling his eyes and saying, "Nonsense!"
Glancing around, the soldier took out a small Buddha statue from his pocket, worth only a few dollars, and quietly placed it into the squad leader's hand. He whispered, "This is a talisman my mother obtained from Wutai Mountain, and it has even been consecrated by an old monk! Such items are not allowed in the barracks, so I have been secretly keeping it without even the squad leader noticing! Every time I go on a mission, I take it with me, hoping it will protect you safely this time as well!"
Everywhere there are fully armed soldiers with tense expressions, and the police lights on the patrol cars continue to spin tirelessly. At the command center on site, a command radio station has even been set up. In one command vehicle, several computers connected to satellites are monitoring the entire mountain in real time. Shadows of busy figures are seen bustling about. It is now dusk, with a few fiery clouds quietly floating in the sky. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, it seems as if the entire mountain is beginning to catch fire.