Chapter 465: Cross-dressing as a woman, and even wearing black stockings??

Three Armies Military Police?!!

Zhao Haishen spat out a mouthful of tea!

Watching him jump out of bed in a panic, not even wearing his slippers as he rushed out, the technician was dumbfounded.

As expected, there was no sign of Zheng Chengfeng in the toilet: damn, I got tricked again!

At that moment, the sound of leather shoes thumping thump-thump came from the stairwell, clearly heading straight for me!

If caught, lightly I'd be taken away for detention and criticism education; seriously, I'd be put in confinement and reported to the whole army for criticism!

Ordinary white-cap military police only have the right to correct, criticize, and record/report; but the Three Armies Military Police are different—they have direct arrest power, taking away anyone who violates rules on the spot!

In the emergency, Zhao Haishen's counter-surveillance awareness kicked in, and he quickly darted into the nearby storage room to hide.

His heart raced, his ear pressed to the door, hearing voices outside asking where someone had gone, etc.

Seeing that the other party not only wasn't leaving but was preparing to launch a search, Zhao Haishen was furious.

Fortunately, there's a way out; in the storage room he saw a set of discarded foot therapist's uniform and a wig.

As an instructor of special tactics—urban infiltration training, his disguise and makeup skills are naturally top-notch.

So Zhao Haishen, without hesitation, put on the technician's uniform, stuffed two oranges in his chest, and used a flesh-colored stocking to cover his dense leg hair.

"Make way~"

The cross-dressing Zhao Haishen, with a small bag slung over his shoulder, successfully entered the elevator right under the noses of a few silver-cap wearers.

The elevator doors closed, Zhao Haishen tugged at the oranges on his chest and breathed a little easier.

According to his observation, the silver-cap wearers were mostly upstairs; as long as he could make it to the first floor smoothly, he could slip out the back door.

"Zheng Chengfeng, you start, I'll finish!"

"Since you're unkind, don't blame me for being unjust!"

"Soon I'll go to your old unit to cause trouble, get your sponsorship withdrawn, and make all your beautiful dreams go up in smoke!"

Ding, the moment the elevator doors opened, a familiar face came into view—Lu Yang, who had been waiting a while.

"Hi~!"

"Shush!"

Seeing his disguise seen through at a glance, Zhao Haishen frantically gestured, urging him to stay absolutely silent.

Lu Yang sized up this "alluring" chief of staff, smirking and rubbing his chin, then blew a rascal's whistle.

Zhao Haishen's face flushed as he glared at him, then, feeling guilty, he lowered his head and walked out, afraid to be noticed by the officer wearing a wide-brimmed hat standing in the main hall.

But the next second, Lu Yang launched a sneak attack from behind, kicking him in the butt.

Caught off guard, his body pitched forward, sliding along the smooth marble tiles to the feet of the military police captain.

The military police captain looked suspiciously at this person, whose hair was askew on the head, face covered in stubble, eyes darting, a woman full of guilt, and for some reason felt a wave of nausea.

"You......"

"I......"

"You are...?"

"I'm not!"

"Damn, a transvestite! Quick, look at the transvestite!"

Lu Yang's loud shout drew everyone's attention.

Only then did everyone realize that the fallen female technician was actually a man in disguise.

The exposed Zhao Haishen cursed Lu Yang's ancestors in his heart, stood up and tried to run, but stumbled due to the ill-fitting high heels and was tackled to the ground by the reacting military police captain.

"Got him, come quick!"

"Handcuff him for me!"

"Damn it, why bother cross-dressing? You actually dressed as a woman, and such an ugly one at that—it's practically a crime plus one!"

"What?"

"Zhao Haishen got caught?"

"Who caught him, the Guard District Three Armies Military Police?"

"Not only will he be detained for three days, but also be reported and criticized army-wide?"

"The charges are illegal drinking, illegal entry into entertainment venues, and cross-dressing?? What's he doing cross-dressing, plus wearing black stockings—total pervert!"

At the Jiaolong Special Training Base, Hou Yi, who was still waiting for a reply, received a call from below and jumped up from his stool in anger.

Truly, the Dao rises a foot, the demon rises a zhang; Zhao Haishen, with such profound Dao of navigation, actually keeps losing repeatedly to Zheng Chengfeng's hands.

He really underestimated this old comrade-in-arms of his; no wonder he was entrusted with an important mission—he's basically become a spirit!

Just as he was frantically going in circles, thinking how to pull strings to get him out, Hou Yi's phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID almost made him die of anger—it was Zheng Chengfeng calling.

"Hey, old squad leader, it's me, Zheng Chengfeng!"

"You surnamed Zheng, you're ruthless!"

"Hahaha, why be angry? I called to discuss a business deal; I have photos of your chief of staff wearing black stockings and a wig—sponsor 200,000 in special funds, or else I..."

"Suit yourself!"

Hou Yi completely wasn't buying it: "The one losing face is Zhao Haishen; what does that have to do with me? I tell you, Zheng Chengfeng, don't get too pleased too soon!"

"I want to see whether you have money or not, a venue or not, how you'll put together a special operations unit!"

Zheng Chengfeng chuckled: "No need for you to worry; I have my own way."

Hou Yi snorted coldly: "Next time, let's meet on the training field; I want to see what kind of half-baked thing you can bring with your level."

Facing the threat of that Jiaolong battalion commander, Zheng Chengfeng, sitting in the car, slapped his thigh and laughed loudly: "This old guy actually believed it, really thinking we're forming some special forces to compete with his Jiaolong for a livelihood—what a suckered fool."

Lu Yang: "That's also pretty good; it can give them a sense of urgency and crisis."

Zheng Chengfeng smacked his lips: "Later on, if he finds out, our team isn't competing with him for his livelihood but rather perfecting the Special Operations system, working together with them, providing a safety net for special missions—I don't know what kind of look he'd have."

Lu Yang laughed: "Well, I guess we'll need to bring good cigarettes and liquor and pay a visit, calling him Old Brother Zheng, and ask for his help."

"Hahahaha, I can't wait for this day to come...."

"Chief, while Zhao Haishen is detained these few days, no delay—we must hurry up and have them send over the supplies."

"Rest assured, we'll have it all sorted by tonight at the earliest; even if he wants to choke my neck, he's still a bit green."

On the way back, Lu Yang was in a good mood.

Not only did we secure funding and equipment, but we also gave that slippery old hand Zhao Haishen a thorough dressing-down.

The smarter someone is, the more they like to think they're right; this guy is a typical case of being incompetent yet loving to play around—remembering to eat but forgetting the beating.

However, Lu Yang still looks forward to the day when the quick reaction force is successfully formed, so he can go up against the flood dragon on the training ground.

Only by sparring with experts can one learn real stuff; this precious combat experience cannot be bought for any amount of money.

After sending Zheng Chengfeng back, we drove back to the Sea Training Base; the gate sentinel's indifference did not catch Lu Yang's attention.

But after getting out of the car, he still sensed that the atmosphere in the camp was off; it seemed as if everyone was deliberately avoiding him....