Chapter 022: Gambling with Fujiwara Houta (Part 1)
"If you beat me, you and your girlfriend will leave early."
Fujiwara no Houta took the initiative and proposed a bet.
"Okay, it's a deal!"
Of course Zhang Hao knew that without sufficient evidence, the police could only detain them for 24 hours at most, but he didn't want to waste time here.
The policemen nearby all became interested. It was almost time to get off work anyway, so they wanted to see what this Xia guy was capable of.
"Tell me, how do you want to play?" Zhang Hao laughed. He had long disliked this monkey.
"Best of three games. The other team will decide what to play. And so on. The location is limited to this police station."
"No problem!" Zhang Hao agreed.
The monkey police first limited the venue of the event, and pretended to be generous by letting Zhang Hao choose the competition event first. It was a good plan.
Some curious people had already brought two sets of VR equipment.
Police departments also often conduct daily drills and shooting training in the VR world, which can greatly reduce financial expenditures.
No wonder this game is popular all over the world. According to netizens, selling this game at 99 yuan is a loss.
Of course, a VR device is not cheap.
"I wonder what project this Xia guy will choose," the policemen nearby whispered to each other.
"Hehe, Fujiwara-kun restricted the location to the police station. That's just what we usually train for. That person readily agreed. I don't know where he got the confidence from."
"Yes, although Fujiwara Houta is usually a bit reckless, his individual combat skills are very good in our police station."
"I've been annoyed with that Xia countryman for a long time. He's so arrogant. We're in an island country, and in a police station. Why is he so arrogant?"
After Zhang Hao's body was strengthened, his hearing became much more sensitive, so he naturally heard their discussions.
I sneered in my heart, it turned out that the monkey policeman was called Fujiwara Houta.
As for the fact that the location of the project was limited to the police station, Zhang Hao didn't care at all. It could be said that it was exactly what he wanted.
As a powerful armed police force of Xia country, how could we be afraid of the police of a small island country like you?
The two put on the VR equipment, logged into the game, and started sharing.
The screen was directly connected to the wall-mounted TV in the police station, which was the training room the police station usually used.
"Tell me, what do you choose for the first game?" Fujiwara no Houtai said, twisting his neck.
"Let's fight. Whoever falls to the ground first loses. How about that? Is that what you wish for?"
Zhang Hao saw through what Fujiwara was thinking, but Fujiwara found this look even more hateful.
"Haha, I admire your courage. There is an old saying in your country Xia that those who are ignorant are fearless. It suits you very well."
Zhang Hao retorted sarcastically.
"We have an old saying: 'If you know there are dogs in the mountain, you should go there.' I wonder if you've heard of it. Don't waste time . Fight faster."
"Baka!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Fujiwara Houta leaned forward, quickly exerted force from his calves and jumped up, kicking Zhang Hao's abdomen with his right leg, trying to win with one move.
When Zhang Hao saw Fujiwara kicking at him, he stood still, turned sideways and dodged the kick.
Fujiwara had just landed and had not yet stood firmly when Zhang Hao gently pushed his shoulder forward.
Fujiwara felt as if his chest was hit hard. He took three steps back before he could stand still, resisting the urge to rub his chest.
Zhang Hao raised his index finger and shook it.
"Your steps are weak and your legs are powerless. Did you not eat?"
When Fujiwara no Houtai heard this, his face turned red, and he gathered all his strength and threw out a straight punch with his right hand.
Zhang Hao focused his eyes, and his fist got closer and bigger.
Bang!
Shake the palm of your index finger and directly clasp the opponent's fist.
"The waist and the horse become one, the man moves and the fist moves, didn't your teacher teach you that?"
After saying that, he pulled the ball and kicked Fujiwara Houta in the abdomen.
Fujiwara no Houtai felt like he was going to vomit out the dinner he had eaten because of being kicked .
He retreated repeatedly, squatted on the ground, holding his stomach, with sweat breaking out on his forehead, and it took him a long time to stand up.
"Alas, it looks like Fujiwara-kun is going to lose the first match. That Xia guy is completely in the driver's seat."
The police outside looked at the TV screen on the wall and sighed.
Fujiwara no Houta was completely unable to fight back, which was also a slap in the face of the Shinjuku Police Station.
"Why are you in such a hurry? In the first match, Fujiwara-kun let the other party choose first out of courtesy. Naturally, it is his strong point."
“…”
The policewoman next to her blushed when she heard her colleague being so shameless...
In-game.
"What do you think? Do you admit defeat?" Zhang Hao looked at Fujiwara Houta with a smile.
"Don't even think about it!"
Fujiwara's eyes turned red and his fists clenched so hard that they made crackling sounds.
No matter how much you boast, you have to finish the game even if you have to cry.
"ah!"
The next second he rushed towards Zhang Hao, and the soles of his shoes rubbed against the floor, making a squeaking sound.
He exerted all his strength on his right leg and swept it towards Zhang Hao's head, bringing out gusts of wind.
Zhang Hao blocked with both hands and felt numbness in his hands, but his feet did not move, with his right heel as the axis and his toes pointing outwards.
Fujiwara Houta glanced at Zhang Hao and saw that he finally put away his smile. He was secretly happy, thinking that he had inflicted some damage.
Before his right leg hit the ground, his body flipped 360 degrees in the air, and his left leg used inertia to launch a full-force attack!
"Spinning Kick!"
If the tiger doesn't show its might, people will think I'm a sick cat! I've been waiting for this move from you!
A thought flashed through his mind, and Zhang Hao lifted up his right leg, which he had just opened, like a dragon emerging from the sea!
He chopped down hard at Fujiwara no Houta who was still in the air!
"The dragon is hidden in the abyss!"
Bang!
Fujiwara no Houtai's left leg hadn't even touched a single hair of Zhang Hao.
The next second, he was knocked to the ground like a dead dog.
"Alas, Fujiwara-kun lost."
"And they lost so miserably. They are so useless. They have brought shame to our Shinjuku Police Department!"
People are like this, when you fail, they want to step on you.
Fujiwara no Houtai could no longer hear the criticism from his colleagues.
At this moment, he was lying on the ground, and it took him five full minutes to recover and get up and stand again.
"You win the first game!"
Fujiwara no Houtai gritted his teeth and said that he must avenge his previous defeat in the next round!
Suddenly his eyes rolled and he seemed to have made up his mind.
"Take a five-minute break and come back later!" After saying that, he quit the game.
…
Fujiwara no Houta walked to the water dispenser, took a large glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Fujiwara-kun, come on!"
The usual little follower made a cheering gesture to Fujiwara Houta.
Fujiwara Houta walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I will make him look good in the second round!" After saying that, he winked at him...
After putting on his gaming gear again, he entered the game again.
"In the second round, we'll compete in shooting skills. Do you dare? If you can't do it, you can try someone else."
"I'll keep you company." Zhang Hao snorted coldly. Does he think he has never touched a gun?
The two came to the indoor shooting range.
Fujiwara no Houta picked up a revolver from the table and shook it.
"To make things fair, we can all use the same pistol, is that okay?"
"New Nambu M60, .38 ammunition, five rounds, no problem, how do you want to play?"
Fujiwara Houta was a little surprised when he heard Zhang Hao talk about the characteristics of guns very familiarly. A military fan?
"Yes, five bullets, the target distance is 50 meters, and the total score determines the winner."
"Okay." Zhang Hao nodded.
The police outside became excited immediately when they saw Zhang Hao nod.
Someone exclaimed: "Fujiwara Houta used to be the number one marksman in the 'Police Station Martial Arts Competition', so he has a sure win in this round!"
