Hong Kong Island.

In 1986, Sai Kung, Qingshui Bay Fish Vessel Terminal...

"Zezai, it's three years for others, and we're also three years."

"Others go to Tsim Sha Tsui and Central, or go to Mong Kok and we come to Sai Kung."

"We are raised by our stepmothers. We deal with Saigon's wholesale vendors all day long. We smelled of smelly fish and rotten shrimps all over our body, and our clothes smelled smelly when we were at home."

"My girlfriend was trying to break up with me, saying that I would take the bus to see me for two and a half hours, and I would take three buses. I would have to go to work two hours of work. It would be enough for me to eat sacci at night."

There is a wharf night market in Qingshui Bay in Saigon.

It was past one o'clock in the morning, and there were not many people at the night market, only three tables of guests.

One of the tables was a gangster, or you could tell at a glance that it was the lowest-level one.

A dozen people were crowded on the table, seven or eight dishes, four boxes of beer, and even a bowl of shrimp spherical noodles were reluctant to give up.

The other two tables, one of which is sitting is a construction worker.

Shaw Brothers invests to build a cinema in Qingshui Bay to make movies.

There are people working day and night, and some workers who get off work early like to come to the night market to have a drink.

As for the last table.

He was sitting on two green shirts and had stinky feet.

The Stinky Foot Patrol is also a local from Saigon and a disdainful name for the military uniform patrol police.

Because I patrolled the streets all day long, walked a lot of roads, and the humid climate of Hong Kong Island, I have this slightly contempt title.

"Zezai, have you listened again?"

"Yes, of course."

When he heard someone calling him, Lu Ze turned around and responded.

Lv Ze, a native of Tsim Yunshan, was admitted to the Royal Police Academy of Hong Kong Island in 1983 and was assigned to the Sai Kung District Police Station in 1985. He became a glorious patrol police officer, responsible for duty in Qingshui Bay.

Of course, this is the information of his life.

In fact, Lu Ze is a time traveler. In his previous life, he was a mining employee born in a coastal area and worked for the mine owner.

I vaguely remember that after getting off work that day, Accountant Zhang from the Finance Department took him to the bank to withdraw money.

As soon as he went out, Lu Ze noticed something was pressing against his back, and some people shouted not to look back.

Lu Ze thought someone was joking with him, so he looked back and then nothing happened.

Looking back, he came to 1983 and became a newcomer with the same name and surname, who had just finished the police academy exam. He also got a property panel that could copy the other party's skills once a year.

It has been three years since I came to this world. Lu Ze has become accustomed to his new identity and is very glad that he has lived for another lifetime.

But he found that this world was not simple.

In the 1950s, Wing Chun Ip Man fought against the Western boxing champion, and Wing Chun Boxing blossomed everywhere on Hong Kong Island.

In the 1960s, the 500 million Inspector Lei Luo covered the sky with one hand and formed the money empire.

In the 1970s, Hongxing, Dongxing, Hongle and Liansheng rose together.

In the 1980s, the provincial and Hong Kong flag soldiers were rampant, and three major bandit cases were repeatedly involved.

Seeing this group of people, Lv Ze knew that this was not a simple Hong Kong island world, but a fusion of countless movies.

Fortunately, he is not a broiler either. Relying on his replication ability, he is doing well in the police academy. He won two sessions of outstanding students and copied three special skills to settle down.

Skill 1: Expert-level gun proficiency. "Divided into primary, intermediate, advanced, expert, and master."

Your shooting skills are one in a hundred, which is enough to rank among the top in a small range of gun competitions. If you are inside the police force, you can also serve as a gun instructor.

Skill 2: Master-level Xingyiquan.

None of your fighting skills can be called a master in the brilliant Republic of China period.

You are a master-level figure like Ip Man, Wong Feihong, and Huo Yuanjia. You have the qualifications to improve your skills and open a library and accept disciples.

These two advanced skills were copied from the hands of a Xingyiquan master who was invited by the police instructor and the police force to train police officers.

Although it is only an expert and a master, in fact, a police officer who has been training for more than two years is often only at the primary level of gun proficiency, and very few have reached intermediate and advanced levels.

Expert level has surpassed the level of ordinary people. Lu Ze has visited the police club to watch those gun king competitions. The gun kings of various police teams full of honors are also experts. No one can reach the master level in shooting skills, which is enough to see the difficulty of a master.

Lv Ze speculated that there may be no master-level gun masters in Hong Kong, and there are very few.

After all, Hong Kong Island is just an island no matter how many people say it is, and the population is here. Generals selected from short people are still short when they are tall.

If you want to find a master-level gun master, you must go to the mainland or at the Olympics.

The last copy was that he did not choose from the police academy instructor, but copied the other party's advanced danger prediction from a Filipino crocodile hunter.

This is a passive ability, which Lü Ze calls it dangerous prediction.

When a crisis comes, you will instinctively get warnings. It is useless to put it on ordinary people, but it is of great use to put it on those who eat royal meals.

Maybe it will save your life when you encounter danger.

"Zezai, based on your graduation results, you shouldn't have come to Saigon to sit on the bench."

"Did you offend someone? You were wearing shoes when you graduated?"

Sun Zhicheng is Lv Ze's partner and is a talkative person. He often regards himself as Zhuge Liang, who has not yet come out of a cottage. He believes that he was assigned to Saigon as a secret operation and looks unsuccessful.

Of course, Lu Ze knew very well that this guy was a typical person with a low vision. He did not have a high-level skill. The highest one was just intermediate driving, and his driving level was comparable to that of an old driver for 20 or 30 years.

"I am going to come to Saigon myself. Saigon is poor and chaotic, and it is also the place where people like us rise."

"According to normal promotion regulations, if there is no meritorious service, it takes three years for an ordinary police officer to be promoted to senior police officers, and a senior police officer to be promoted to sheriff for another five years."

"We are young, but we can't endure this hard. How many three years are there in our life and how many five years are there."

While replying, Lv Ze looked up at the dock.

According to the Police Regulations, if you want to be promoted in an extraordinary way, you need to make meritorious contributions, and if you want to make meritorious contributions, you need opportunities.

Lu Ze received the news that he was on the fish dock tonight.

"Hard, young people become young, young people become middle-aged, middle-aged people become old."

"With our talents, let alone the inspector, even the police superintendent can sit down. God has no eyes and will not let newcomers stand up. They have to be here for qualifications all day."

Sun Zhicheng looked unhappy: "When I become the chief of police, I will amend the regulations, only the only one is to recommend ordinary police officers, senior police officers, senior police officers, senior police officers, senior police officers, and senior police officers in five years. "

"Two sirs, you guys see it's past two o'clock, it's time for us to close the stall."

At around two o'clock in the morning, only Lu Ze and the others were left.

The owner of the night market stall looked left and right, and while tidying up the tables, chairs and benches, he came up with a flattering face: "If you two have eaten well, I will give you a 50% discount. What do you think?"

"Fifty-five, how much is it?"

Lv Ze did not refuse.

If he refuses, he will give it to the boss with no bad points, and the boss will not be able to sleep well tonight.

"Two bowls of beef brisket noodles, one roast goose, half a pound of braised beef, five bottles of beer, you can just give 50 yuan."

In Hong Kong in 1986, the monthly income of ordinary people can be two or three thousand Hong Kong dollars, and some relatively decent jobs can be more than four thousand.

Because the back is Shen Zhen, the prices are very cheap. The chicken leg rice with a whole chicken leg is only sold for 12 yuan in the roadside roasted barbecue shop. If the mother brings her children to eat, a chicken leg rice will be enough for two people to eat.

At this time, the Tang Dynasty, taking Yanjing as an example, had an average monthly salary of only 46.3. It was not until around 1991 that the reform and opening up had only increased to about 100.

In Yanjing, you can imagine other places. There are not so many factories at this time, and you have nowhere to go if you want to make money.

"Zezai, you have been in Saigon for half a year."

Each of them was carrying a bottle of beer, and Lu Ze and Sun Zhicheng walked on the dock.

"Yes, it's been half a year." Lu Ze replied.

"Situated places like Saigon, there are more poor people and few rich people, which is almost the same as exile."

"I have been here for more than two years. When I came, I was an ordinary policeman, but now I am still an ordinary policeman. I haven't even caught a senior policeman."

"I heard from the senior brothers in the department that we are no one to take care of, we have to wait for a period of time here. If we perform well, we will be promoted to senior police officers in five years and to sheriff in ten years."

"When I was in my thirties, I would almost be able to lead three or four young people, drive a patrol car to stroll around the streets, and become the captain of the patrol car."

"As for going up, it depends on your fate."

"Many seniors in their forties and fifties have been sheriffs all their lives, and they have never touched the tail of the intern inspector until they die."

I don’t know if I was drunk or if I thought I had a future that was lost.

With the help of alcohol, Sun Zhicheng threw the beer bottle in his hand into the sea and shouted angrily: "Go to God, I want to be an inspector, I want to be a police superintendent, I want to be a police chief."

silence...

Lv Ze stood aside and watched Sun Zhicheng behave in a hurry.

When his mood almost stabilized, he said in agreement: "There will be a chance."

"real?"

"Um..."

He did not lie to Sun Zhicheng.
Chapter completed!