Hong Kong Police Force Chief

Looking at the crazy genius next to him, Zhou Quan shook his head and chuckled.

"I will not participate in future competitions!"

As soon as he said this, the smile on Peng Yixing's face suddenly stiffened.

Except for himself, Peng Yixing rarely showed fighting spirit to anyone else.

As a result, at this moment, Zhou Quan said that he would not participate in future IPSC competitions. How could Peng Yixing accept this?

"Although IPSC is translated as actual combat shooting, in my opinion, it is just a kid pretending to be a family drinker."

Zhou Quan ignored Peng Yixing's somewhat ugly face and said without mercy: "Participating in this kind of competition, even if I win the championship again, it doesn't mean anything to me."

"Perhaps when someone breaks my record later, I will be a little more interested."

"And with your current results, it is basically impossible to surpass me."

Peng Yixing opened his mouth, he wanted to refute Zhou Quan's words.

But he knew in his heart that what Zhou Quan said was the truth.

Twenty-seven seconds twenty!

Thirty-three seconds forty!

The difference between these two results seems to be only six seconds.

But in fact, there is a huge gap between the two.

Peng Yixing didn't even break the thirty-second barrier, let alone twenty-eight seconds.

Zhou Quan could see all the changes in Peng Yixing's expression.

"The truly top shooters are basically inseparable from the disciplined forces."

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said pointedly: "This IPSC competition originally evolved from the simulation training of foreign special forces."

"But how can competition sports be compared with real special training?"

"Although your marksmanship is accurate, your tactical movements are a mess. They are all wild fox Zen without any structure."

"To put it bluntly, if you and I engage in actual combat."

"I have the full strength to evade your aim, but you are just a living target in my eyes."

"But you don't have to be discouraged. It's already pretty good that you can explore and train on your own to achieve your current achievements."

"At the very least, no one in the last session could compete with you for the championship position."

Having said this, Zhou Quan looked deeply at Peng Yixing.

He continued to speak loudly: "If you are interested, just apply for the police force!"

"When you graduate from the police academy, you can come to me for training, and I will teach you actual combat shooting suitable for real special forces."

"I believe you can get my contact information."

After the words fell from his mouth, Zhou Quan stopped paying attention to Peng Yixing.

He directly took his championship trophy and walked off the podium with his head held high.

Zhou Quan has given Peng Yixing the opportunity to change the future, and now it depends on whether Peng Yixing can grasp it.

Looking at today's Hong Kong Island, there are no disciplined forces that can be called special forces.

The special mission company of the mobile force is barely half.

Even looking at the entire world, special forces are very rare.

If Peng Yixing had the idea to get into actual combat shooting with special forces, then Zhou Quan would be his only choice.

As the saying goes, life and death are determined by destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven.

Everything depends on Peng Yixing's own choice.

I have to say that Zhou Quan's current words and deeds are simply like the style of the peerless master in martial arts novels.

Peng Yixing stood on the podium thoughtfully, while Ou Yongen and Guan Zu came up to him with sparkling eyes.

"Brother Quan, your score beat the second place by nearly eight seconds. It's really amazing!"

Ou Yongen raised his head and looked up at Zhou Quan, with stars almost appearing in his bright eyes.

She didn't know the rules of the IPSC competition. She just knew that Zhou Quan's time was far behind the second runner-up.

"Of course, your brother Quan is the gun god of West Kowloon, and will be the gun god of the entire Hong Kong Island in the future!"

Zhou Quan smiled proudly and shamelessly showed off in front of the girl he liked.

The kid Guan Zu didn't speak, but when he looked at the championship trophy in his master's hand, a trace of yearning could not help but appear in the depths of his eyes.

"Help Master hold it!"

Aware of the scorching gaze of his founding disciple, Zhou Quan handed the trophy to Guan Zu.

He encouraged with a gentle smile: "Train hard in the future, and you can get your own championship trophy."

Touching the trophy with some admiration, Guan Zu nodded heavily.

This trophy looks golden, but in fact it is just an alloy plated with a layer of gold paint. It is not worth a few Hong Kong papers at all.

What's more, even a trophy made of gold is completely worthless to Guan Zu, who grew up in fine clothes and fine food.

It's just that the honor and meaning represented by this trophy made Guan Zu deeply long for it.

"Come on, I'll treat you two to a big dinner!"

Zhou Quan, who was very happy in his heart, raised his arms and put his arms around the shoulders of his founding disciple.

As for Ou Yongen, although Zhou Quan is very thick-skinned, he is not that thick-skinned yet.

Ou Yongen smiled sweetly and took the initiative to hold Zhou Quan's arm.

Whether it was his academic ability or his confident demeanor, Ou Yongen fell more and more in love with Zhou Quan.

Ou Yongen's actions undoubtedly made Zhou Quan's lips become brighter.

He led the two of them straight out of the Jinshan shooting range.

Of course, after leaving the competition venue, Zhou Quan did not forget to return the guns used in the competition to the Kowloon Gun Club.

Zhou Quan, who always had a full set of equipment in the off-road vehicle, looked down on this air gun with a kinetic energy of only two joules.

Although the bullets and power of the .38 revolver were very disliked by police officers.

But in any case, it was not comparable to air guns.

Besides, Sir Zhou usually had access to more advanced guns in the gun room of the police station.

This air gun used in the competition had no appeal to him at all.

He honestly followed the regulations and returned the air gun to the gun club to avoid any trouble.

After handling all the matters properly, Zhou Quan took Ou Yongen and Guan Zu to spend a very happy weekend.

Logically speaking, today was the first date between Zhou Quan and Ou Yongen, but Guan Zu was a bright light bulb.

Fortunately, neither Zhou Quan nor Ou Yongen cared about this.

As for Guan Zu, although he knew that his participation might be inappropriate.

But he had just become a disciple, so he was naturally reluctant to leave.

In his heart, Zhou Quan's figure was slowly replacing his father's existence.

The original resentment and hatred were also being gradually offset and compensated by Zhou Quan.

In Zhou Quan's cognition, Guan Zu, who was trapped in the abyss, would move towards a brighter future.