Chapter 39

"By the way, is there any major case in our team to handle recently?"

In the tea room, Lin Mosheng asked his partner Ah Zhong.

Ah Zhong shook his head.

"Really do not have?"

Lin Mosheng asked.

Li Yi next to him coughed, "Shengzi, the law and order in Hong Kong is actually pretty good. Generally speaking, the most common big case is the sale of flour."

"However, if we want to find out that kind of big case, we need an informant to inform us. We also need to ambush and follow up to catch both buyers and sellers."

"And you, there are too many eyes on you now, and you are not suitable for dealing with this kind of thing at all."

Lin Mosheng understood, it turned out that he disliked himself.

He thought about it for a while, and now that he is being watched by all the clubs, it would be difficult for him to be an undercover ghost if he went to follow others in plain clothes.

Lin Mosheng looked disappointed, "If there is any task to charge in the group, remember to notify me as soon as possible."

Li Yi glanced at Lin Mosheng. Although this kid is usually lazy, he actually rushes to do things like charge.

You must know that even the members of the serious crime team often call the Flying Tiger Special Forces for support when facing real gunmen, instead of doing it themselves.

Well, Shengzai is a good cop.

While chatting, Fei Zai next to him suddenly said, "If you want to talk about the case, I did receive a murder case a few days ago."

Lin Mosheng's eyes lit up, "The case is still there?"

Fei Zai complained with a look of displeasure, "The case has been closed. A psychopath killed the couple in the community, and it turned out that it was ghost revenge."

Crazy, ghost revenge?

Lin Mosheng felt that this was a bit close to a movie he had seen in his previous life, so he asked carefully, "Is there anything weird about this case?"

Fei Zai thought for a while, nodded and said, "It's really weird, because before the couple died, they specially put on red clothes."

People in Hong Kong believe in feng shui, so they have all heard of what it means to die in a red dress.

Ah Zhong felt nervous when he heard this, "Could it really be a ghost?"

Fei Zai shrugged, "Even if it's a ghost, if you want to look for it, you will look for that psychopath."

At this time, Lin Mosheng was very sure that this was the plot of "Returning to the Soul Night". He kept silent and planned to look at the case later.

Although the performances of the two ghosts in Huihun Ye will also point to illusions and ghosts, they are completely out of the ordinary.

But "Ghostbuster Master" Leon made Lin Mosheng a little curious.

Cling film to trap ghosts, milk chocolate to fight ghosts, this is not only unscientific, but also not metaphysical.

If plastic wrap and coincidence can still explain it, then in the end Leon used the paper airplane to take everyone across the void, it has been confirmed that he also has some special talent.

And this special gift can be taught to others.

Flying in the air, even the current Lin Mosheng is extremely envious of this ability.

After a casual lunch at the police station, Lin Mosheng went to see Liu Zhanhua who wanted to see him in the afternoon. He had a hunch that this was very important to him.

Hong Kong Flying Tigers training base.

Lin Mosheng smiled and looked at Liu Zhanhua, who brought him here. People who practice martial arts are really straightforward.

"Superintendent Liu wants to test my strength?"

Liu Zhanhua was around 35, at the peak of a man's prime. He was slightly shorter than Lin Mosheng, with bronzed skin and a neatly shaved beard.

There is a sense of rock-like fortitude and reliability.

Liu Zhanhua didn't talk nonsense, and raised his eyebrows and said, "Although you and Artest are friends in martial arts, that idiot of him can't let go. Rather than being beaten to death by him in the ring, it's better for me to beat you to lie on the bed a month."

Lin Mosheng moved his hands and feet, and walked to the center of the fighting training ground with Liu Zhanhua.

He opened his mouth, revealing his white and neat teeth, "I can only win."

Following Lin Mosheng's grin, Liu Zhanhua's body tensed up instinctively.

His casual eyes turned serious, and he said seriously, "You really are a monster."

Liu Zhanhua had seen the fight between Lin Mosheng and Huahu, that's why he asked Lin Mosheng out. He wanted to make Lin Mosheng retreat, so he went to stop Gan Zitai.

But now it seems that everyone has lost their eyes.

The young man in front of him is not a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy, but a monster.

Beyond ordinary people's understanding, the name is strange.

Liu Zhanhua did not underestimate him at the beginning, and earnestly saluted, "The children of the southeast fishermen will learn martial arts, boat fist Liu Zhanhua."

It's the old school way of doing it.

Lin Mosheng naturally clasped his fists and saluted, but when it came to inheritance, he thought for a while, "Hundred schools of thought, Lin Mosheng."

The moment he put down his fist, his waist was like a bow, and his fist was like the wind!

Although he knows a lot of boxing skills now, in addition to superior yoga skills, whether it is Guliu Muay Thai, Bajiquan or Tiger Paoquan.

They are all from the steel fist lineage, since it is the steel fist, then first strike first, and use the power to win people!
Liu Zhanhua formed a palm with his left hand, and precisely stopped Lin Mo's punch like a gust of wind halfway through.

swing!
Lin Mosheng's fist was swung away by this palm.

Instead of continuing to chase, he stopped to think.

Just now, Liu Zhanhua's strength and speed were on par with his own just now.

But that exquisite skill, like an oar breaking through the water, far surpasses his current self.

Liu Zhanhua did not pursue, but asked with a smile, "Have you realized anything?"

While the two were talking, the members of the Flying Tigers training also noticed this.

"Zhou Xingxing, I'm not mistaken, there are still people who are willing to practice against Liu Papi?"

Li Jian, a burly young man next to Zhou Xingxing, said in surprise.

Liu Zhanhua is not only the superintendent of the Narcotics Division, but also the martial arts instructor of the Flying Tigers.

In a place like the Flying Tigers that believes in the strong, Liu Zhanhua took care of all the tiger cubs here.

Even a prickly person like Zhou Xingxing didn't dare to blow his hair in front of Liu Zhanhua.

And the nickname of "Liu Bapi" comes from everyone who practiced against Liu Zhanhua, and the next day it was as uncomfortable as being skinned.

A group of people immediately gathered around.

"It doesn't seem like one of us?"

Zhou Xingxing immediately lost his mind, "You are stupid, who of us would be so stupid as to practice against Liu Papi?"

While everyone was talking, Lin Mosheng also responded to Liu Zhanhua's understanding with his fist.

One punch.

Liu Zhanhua held back easily, with a look of confusion on his face.

Because this punch was a little slower than before.

But then, the second punch.

It's a little faster.

Without waiting for Liu Zhanhua to continue thinking.

The left fist turns into an elbow axe, and cuts in the air.

The right knee turns into a spur, and goes straight to the middle abdomen.

Every punch of Lin Mosheng was a little faster than before.

Not just a little faster.

He is like a train slowly starting on the track.

Fist, elbow, knee, leg, shoulder, waist, back.

Every part of the body is a part of a machine that starts to move as the running train begins.

The power is so strong, it is unstoppable!
It turned into a surging afterimage, rushing towards Liu Zhanhua like a wave.

For a moment, Liu Zhanhua had the illusion that what he was facing was not a single person, but a rising tide in the boundless sea.

(End of this chapter)

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