When he was focused, time passed quickly. Du Qian devoted himself to it. Under his control, the spiritual energy in the Spirit Transformation Pool slowly condensed into a little blue light. As the combat power in his body joined in, the blue light became more and more prosperous.

When the combat power in his body was exhausted, Du Qian finally woke up, and the dazzling light shone into the office from outside the window. Looking out, it was already noon.

What's going on? Du Qian was stunned for a moment and hurriedly went to look at his watch. He was really shocked. He still remembered that when he started to gather Lingwu, it was almost time to get off work. It seemed that in just a blink of an eye, it was already nine o'clock the next morning.

Sixteen hours have passed? I don’t feel it at all.

Just as he was puzzled, a thunderous cry came from his stomach, and a feeling of hunger that was so strong that he wanted to vomit came to his brain.

"I'll go... can I be so hungry?" Du Qian shouted and rushed out of the office. The Flying Tigers are so good. The 24-hour restaurant is fine. You can eat as much as you go.

Since the Flying Tigers came, Du Qian has truly taken the team as his home. He has never lived in the house arranged by the team. Except for going out for something, he usually eats and lives in the Flying Tigers, but he is the only one in the office.

What's going on? It's quiet all around. If you don't see a figure in a big restaurant, even if it's not the time to eat, it's not right. In normal times, at any time, as long as you walk into the restaurant, you will always see a few team members looking for food.

"What's wrong today?" Du Qian asked after ordering a few dishes.

"Just go on a mission." The chef said casually, too lazy to explain. Du Qian has been here for a long time, and has known each other early and has lost his initial curiosity. No one would be willing to look at him more.

Du Qian also understood that the Flying Tigers are different from other units, and there are many strange things here. For example, people other than the team members, whether they are internal staff or sweeping the floor, except for a few young people, they are all young people.

If you observe carefully, you will find that these young people are actually martial monks, whether they are chefs in the restaurant or when you walk by, you see the cleaners who bent down and sweepers the floor. These people are martial monks.

When Du Qian first discovered it, he was shocked. Even if the Flying Tigers are awesome, they cannot be so awesome. Let the martial arts monks sweep the floor and cook? This is a huge waste.

After Yao Jing explained to him, he realized that not everyone was qualified to come to the Flying Tigers to make meals and sweep the floor. Moreover, this was completely voluntary. A bunch of people rushed to enter, but they still couldn't.

The Flying Tigers' qualifications are far more stringent than Du Qian knows. The age and combat power are only part of it, and talent is the most valued.

These people are usually martial arts monks who are not talented enough but are excellent in other aspects. They are temporarily unable to become official Flying Tigers and stay in the Flying Tigers in other ways of working. In addition to normal work, they can train with Flying Tigers and occasionally receive guidance. The team's facilities can be used for free.

If necessary, just yell at the expense of blood. In addition to hundreds of Flying Tigers, a team of the same number of logistics support personnel can be instantly drawn.

Unlike the logistics of other units, in the Flying Tigers, except for those positions that are too professional, people from other positions can fight if they are pulled out, and their combat effectiveness will definitely not be too low.

These people are the reserve force of the Flying Tigers and can also be used as substitutes.

"All the missions are out?" The Flying Tigers are very busy. It is true that they are insufficient staff, but for ordinary tasks, there is no need to dispatch the Flying Tigers, and they usually only take turns to attend.

"Don't you know? From the early morning, there were riots in the five districts of the city, including the city guards, Flying Tigers, criminal police, patrolmen, and the four departments integrated, unified command, and all were dispatched." The chef pushed the prepared food to Du Qian.

"Room? Everyone was dispatched?" Du Qian felt very strange. The public security in Pingchuan City was still quite good.

The simple police force may be slightly insufficient. The police station in the fifth district has about 7,000 police officers. Based on the population of 3.6 million, Pingchuan, it is not a big deal. It only takes about 500 people to be one. This number is far lower than that of cities of the same level.

But there are also city guards in the city. It is true that the city guards are second-line troops. After all, they can be considered an army. Even if there is only one of the city guards in the city, it is a unit of tens of thousands of people, which is far stronger than the police force.

The city guards need to be dispatched, and this mess sounds a bit big.

Of course, in Du Qian's heart, the city guards usually send these soldiers to guard the intersection, not really fighting. They can supplement the problem of insufficient police force and provide strong combat power.

Just mess around, it has nothing to do with me anyway. Holding the plate with both hands, walking towards the nearest dining table.

‘Dong…’ Du Qian’s hands trembled and he almost threw the plate out. It was an earthquake?

‘Dong…’ The earth shook again. Du Qian was sure that this was not an earthquake. Although he had never experienced it, at least he had heard of it. During the earthquake, the earth was like waves, which was completely different from what he felt now.

‘Dong…’

"The distance is closer." The two chefs walked out with spoons in their hands, murmured with a solemn look on their faces.

‘Dong…’

"Flying Tigers, everyone gathered." Du Qianyi sat on the floor, and finally failed to hold the plate in his hand and threw it away.

This sound is like thunder rolling in the sky, from far to near, and it is impossible to distinguish between men and women. The sound is waving in the sky. It doesn't sound loud, but it can be seen that shocking that people who have never tried it can never imagine.

It seems to resonate with the semicircular canal in the human ear, causing you to temporarily lose balance. It also seems to resonate with an organ in the brain, causing you to feel dizzy.

It is hard to describe that Du Qian's external manifestations are extremely obvious. He is unstable, loses balance, dizziness, tinnitus and nausea...

"Hurry, get together, stay-behind players, all gather." Another thunderous roar was louder than the previous one, but it was much more comfortable in my ears. Moreover, even Du Qian was very familiar with this sound, and it was the boss of the Flying Tigers who spent blood.

"Boss Fei is not attending." The entire Flying Tigers were attending, but he is still there.

"There is only one second team left in the team. Can he not keep it? Besides, there are enough people going there, and he is not short of one."

Du Qian's face turned pale. He heard the discussion between the two chefs. The two chefs wearing big white hangers, snow-white chef hats and spoons in their hands were much better than the director of the past.

"From the east out of the city and into the mountains." The extremely uncomfortable voice sounded again, and the lingering sound was lingering for a long time.

"Whose voice is this? It looks so cool." Du Qian stood up, packed the plates and food on the ground and asked.

"The Second City Lord."

"It's him..." Du Qian's eyes were a little lost. He even came in person. What happened to Pingchuan City?

After a while, Du Qian recovered. He heard the most and cared about the name of the second city lord. He really didn't expect that his strength was so strong? Without having to do anything, just a voice is enough to make people lose their ability to resist, and even kill people.

The Flying Tigers were not slow, Fei Xue led the only second team, plus dozens of reserve team members, and jumped into the car and rushed out of the East City. After arranging the team members, Fei Xue and several other masters did not take the car at all, so they jumped up and disappeared into their eyes.

A warrior level martial arts monk with millions of combat power and infinite magical powers...

Well, there are too many words of praise, and Du Qian was annoyed when he heard it. When he saw it with his own eyes, he realized why there were so many hymns, but these poems did not describe them at all.

When Du Qian said something, when he left with blood, he looked like a big flea. He jumped slightly and jumped more than ten meters high. He jumped a little on the wall of the building, like a spring, and jumped to the edge of the next building, with his feet around and jumped around the floor. Isn’t this a flea?

It takes more direct and faster than a kinetic energy vehicle, and the speed and frequency of the jump are unimaginable to people who have never seen it. It is like fast forwarding, and it disappears in just a few seconds.

"All departments should pay attention to it. When an emergency occurs, all personnel will be in place." Du Qian heard that the person who spoke on the radio was Zhao Hui, and he did not leave.

The order was said three times in a row, and the Flying Tigers was boiling. The chef threw away the spoon, tore the clothes in half, and rushed into the kitchen. More than ten seconds later, two Flying Tigers, covered in clothes, walked past Du Qian.

The cleaner's bucket was poured aside, and several cleaners covered in clothes rubbed past Du Qian, followed by several clerks covered in clothes.

Du Qian opened his mouth wide and didn't know what to say. On the roof, the sliding cover was opened, and a heavy four-unit kinetic energy machine gun slowly rose. Not far away, the cleaning room was changing. In a blink of an eye, a small fully enclosed fortress was combined, and several tubes of the explosion launcher extended out of the shooting port.

Du Qian felt that it was so familiar and so strange that he had long forgotten the hunger, so he dragged his heavy legs and walked towards his office.

In just a few minutes, the headquarters of the Flying Tigers, which originally looked shaded by trees, elegant environment and pleasant scenery, became murderous. The castle was about to stand, and a strong smell of blood that could not be dissolved was rushing towards us.

No one was bleeding or injured, why did he smell blood? It was still so strong? Du Qian felt that his mind was traumatized.

"Stop, the person in front of the main building, raise your hands to indicate your identity?" Zhao Hui's voice spread throughout the Flying Tigers. Du Qian's whole body was stiff, his skin was chilling, and he didn't dare to move.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Du Qian seemed to see dozens of gunfires pointing at him. Most of them were not malicious, or just wanted to disgust him.

"I am Du Qian, the director of the Information Department of the Flying Tigers." Du Qian said quickly, regardless of whether others could hear it.
Chapter completed!