Chapter 486: Are These the New Recruits?

Yu Dazhang's choice left everyone dumbfounded.

Even Li Mingzhao couldn't help but ask aloud:

"Are you sure?"

He had assumed Yu Dazhang would definitely choose his and Ye Lin's side, but he hadn't expected him to pick a completely unfamiliar team.

Yu Dazhang nodded:

"Very sure."

In his eyes, Li Mingzhao's group might look like three people, but it was really just a leader with a secretary—only one person doing the actual work.

Only a fool would join a team like that.

The team he chose had three people, all vigorous and spirited young men, clearly a brave and battle-hardened lot at first glance.

Being with people like that felt safe.

Most importantly, being with them meant Yu Dazhang wouldn't have to lift a finger.

"Alright then."

Li Mingzhao didn't ask why, just patted Yu Dazhang on the shoulder:

"This group is the youngest here. You're about the same age, so it'll be easier to communicate."

After returning from the foot of the mountain to the living area, the three teams automatically split up.

At four in the afternoon, Yu Dazhang followed the three team members to a room and ate dinner early.

It was called dinner, but really it was just a big pot of instant noodles cooked on an induction cooker.

Being able to eat a hot meal before an operation was already a blessing, so no one cared what it was.

But it was precisely this pot of instant noodles that showed Yu Dazhang what real professionalism looked like.

He swore this was the best instant noodle he'd ever eaten, bar none.

While cooking the noodles, they added two scoops of lard, plus several other seasonings.

Once the water boiled, they threw in eggs, ham, luncheon meat, and various other ingredients.

The noodles hit his tongue and Yu Dazhang nearly bit it.

It was just too delicious.

Everyone says lard is unhealthy, but this kind of fatty food provides highly efficient energy.

Especially before intense activity, the body had to be fueled.

These three from State Security really knew how to eat—they'd turned a pot of instant noodles into something fragrant, flavorful, and nutritious.

They'd actually become experts at eating instant noodles.

After finishing this meal, Yu Dazhang felt warm all over, very comfortable.

Next came waiting for the departure order.

Their team's mission was to lock onto the target vehicle, and once Ying Xuelian escaped, tail it from behind.

There was still some time before dark, so the few who had eaten began to chat idly.

"In the last two firefights in the woods, our team's kill count has been refreshed again."

One of the members, a tall and lanky fellow, said:

"Old Lin is now ranked second, with six kills."

Yu Dazhang listened from the side, somewhat dumbfounded.

Are they sick in the head?

Who the hell chats about this?

He'd been a cop for so long, and the most he'd ever heard people discuss was who cracked how many big cases, or who earned what merits.

He'd never once heard anyone chat about kill counts.

Is this really State Security?

Seems more like something assassins would talk about.

"If you ask me, Old Lin's kill count has an element of luck."

Another team member chimed in:

"Last time I watched him spray wildly, and the shots just happened to hit the enemy's vital points."

From his tone, he seemed quite displeased about this.

The tall and lanky member, hearing this, retorted: "Luck is also a form of strength. We all know that during a firefight, it's hard to calm down and aim—it's all about feel and experience. As long as you hit the target, even blind shots count as personal ability."

On this point, Yu Dazhang actually agreed.

In a real firefight, there simply isn't time to aim.

The enemy won't just stand there stupidly and let you take aim.

The reality is: before you can even aim, the enemy has already opened fire on you.

At this moment, Yu Dazhang thought again of that legendary first-person corpse-trainer from his past life, and that person's classic saying...

When facing the enemy, don't aim—just raise the gun and fire. Fire, and you'll hit.

"In my view, Xiao Yi is still the most capable."

Another team member, who still looked unconvinced, glanced at the team member named Xiao Yi and said proudly:

"Seven kills—across our entire operations group, apart from Team Li Zuzhang, that number is solidly first."

Hearing him finish, Yu Dazhang followed his gaze and looked at Xiao Yi sitting at the table.

True to his name, Xiao Yi had a tall, slender build, a sharply angular face, and indeed carried a certain dashing, carefree air—except for a glint of sharpness in his eyes that disrupted the original gentle, handsome aesthetic.

"I wonder what Team Li Zuzhang's record is. He doesn't say it, and no one dares ask."

The tall and lanky member suddenly lowered his voice and said mysteriously:

"I heard from the veterans in other squads that when our squad leader was still just a regular member, his kill count had already reached double digits."

Squad Li Zuzhang is pretty fierce... Yu Dazhang had never seen Li Mingzhao fight anyone, so it was hard to imagine how skilled he was.

He had seen him spar with Ye Lin, but that time Li Mingzhao was only defending and hadn't gone all out.

Working at the National Security Bureau, having a kill count in double digits is enough to prove how fierce Squad Li Zuzhang is.

Unlike the opponents Yu Dazhang had encountered before, the enemies the National Security Bureau faced were at the very least mercenary-level, and all of them were seasoned veterans.

Just as he was listening with great interest, Xiao Yi suddenly spoke up and asked:

"Dazhang, how long have you been a police officer?"

The few of them had already introduced themselves earlier and knew each other's names, but that was all—they didn't know anything else about one another.

Seeing someone ask him, Yu Dazhang answered honestly:

"Almost a year."

He didn't think it was anything, but the three of them showed surprised expressions upon hearing it.

"So you're a newcomer who just started not long ago?" the tall, thin squad member asked.

Do you even know how to make conversation? Yu Dazhang shot him a glance.

He already said almost a year—why is he still calling me a newcomer?

Seeing the three of them staring at him, he had no choice but to emphasize again:

"Strictly speaking, once you've been on the job for more than half a year, you're no longer a newcomer, and back at our place nobody treats me like a newcomer either."

He assumed these three people looked down on his shallow experience, but he didn't know they hadn't even been thinking about his experience at all.

This fatty's various performances after coming here had once made them think he was a veteran cop with years on the force.

There are many special recruits into the police force, and some of them enter the force right when they turn eighteen.

Of course, those who get specially recruited are mostly talents with special policing skills.

They had always regarded Yu Dazhang as this kind of special talent and looked at him with special respect.

But once they asked, they found out he was actually a pure newcomer!

Yet this fatty's abilities were something they had witnessed with their own eyes.

Catching mercenaries, rooting out moles, predicting enemy movements...

Ever since he came here, not a single mistake had been made, and things that used to be tricky had become smoother and smoother.

Are criminal cops really this fierce nowadays?

The three exchanged glances, a look of shock and fear appearing in all their eyes.

If a newcomer who hasn't even been on the job a year has this kind of ability, just how strong must those veteran criminal cops be?

At this moment, they inexplicably felt a sense of crisis.

"From when you started until now, how many cases have you handled?" Xiao Yi was growing more and more curious about Yu Dazhang.

Why should I tell you... Yu Dazhang replied dismissively:

"All in all, I haven't handled many proper cases—not worth mentioning."

The more he was like this, the more the three felt he was being modest, and they became even more curious about him.

After a brief silence.

"Um..."

The tall, thin squad member hesitated, then asked carefully:

"From when you started until now, have you ever killed any criminals?"

Seemingly afraid Yu Dazhang would brush him off, the tall, thin squad member immediately added:

"Could you tell us your kill count?"

(End of this chapter)