After dinner, Fang Han said that Clara could go back to work and did not have to stay at home to recuperate. Instead, it was more boring and it was better to go to work.

Clara had long wanted to go to work, and she had a big job, but she really couldn't do it. Bogner kept calling and urging her, and she was too busy to do it.

Fang Han sent Clara to the CIA and to the FBI.

As soon as I arrived in front of the FBI building, a call came from behind. I turned my head and saw that it was Ingret. She was wearing a pink professional outfit, shrewd and charming, and had a unique beauty under the bright sunshine.

She behaves elegantly like a model. Before entering the FBI, she had been a model for a while and received professional training. She unconsciously brought out a hint of elegance while walking.

"When will I come back?" Ingret snorted, walking side by side with him.

Fang Han smiled and said, "Yesterday, she helped Clara to take care of her body. She was seriously injured."

"She was shot in the heart, and she would die without you!" Ingret shook his head and said, "You are just making trouble with her too!"

Fang Han said: "Isn't the result quite good?"

"That's because you're lucky!" Ingret said angrily: "Will good luck always be with you? Can she recover?"

"Yes." Fang Han nodded.

Ingret snorted: "I almost forgot that you are a clever doctor!"

Fang Han looked at her eyes and smiled and said, "Are you jealous?"

Ingret glanced fiercely: "What do you say?!"

Fang Han said: "Clara's current state is not intent to think of anything else?"

"You are taking advantage of the situation!"

"But it's not as despicable as you think!"

"You dare to hold the cross and say you have no other intentions?"

"dare!"

"Hmph, you don't believe in God!"

Fang Han smiled and said, "I'll go back to your place tonight!"

"It's your way!" Ingret accelerated his pace beyond him and entered the FBI. He went straight into his office and ignored him.

Fang Han came to the training hall downstairs, where his students were standing in a stance. They were like a wooden stake, and they were very strange in the bustling training ground.

There are many people around me training. They are all CIA employees and have an exam every year, and old agents also need to maintain training.

From time to time, they looked at the new agent like wooden stakes and shook their heads. It would be strange if they could master the skills like this!

When Fang Han came in, they were practicing motionlessly. The other party did not express his arrival. Fang Han walked past each of them in turn, patted each other, and nodded with satisfaction.

These guys have good qualifications and have their own careful guidance. They have already started and can feel the existence of qi.

Practicing Kung Fu is the most critical level. If there is energy, you will immediately advance to a mysterious level. The energy of practicing will increase sharply and you can't stop.

Fang Han left after finishing his work and didn't say much to them.

An hour later, the new agents put down their shelves and stood up straight. They slowly moved their bodies, rubbed their noses and turned their shoulders.

A strong white young man came over and laughed: "Stephen, why are you doing a strange pose here if you don't train well?"

Stephen said: "Henry, we are practicing kung fu!"

"Kung Fu?" Henry shook his head and smiled: "Is it the super policeman's Kung Fu?"

Stephen nodded vigorously.

Henry smiled and said, "Stephen, you kids are too naive. Can he pass on your kung fu? I think it's just a joke!"

"We are practicing kung fu!" Stephen patted Henry: "This is a rare opportunity. It is much better than those in martial arts schools. Fang is a good teacher!"

"You are just practicing kung fu when you stand blankly?" Henry curled his lips: "It's so ridiculous! Mr. Super Police is really too much!"

"Henry, don't you believe in our kung fu?" Stephen frowned. He admired Fang Han, and he was immediately disgusted when Henry said bad things about his idol.

"You can practice kung fu just by standing like wood?" Henry laughed and said, "Stop being funny, Stephen!"

The other dozen new agents frowned and stared at Henry. Several agents around came to watch the fun. They had the same view as Henry.

"...Let's compare!" Stephen said loudly.

"Boy, I don't want to bully you!" Henry waved his hand: "How long have you been training!"

As an old agent who has been in the CIA for five years, he has gone out on field twice, received elite training and death tests. In his eyes, Stephen and the others are vulnerable rookies.

"Rookie, let's practice for a few more months!" Someone laughed.

"Henry, teach these little guys a good lesson!"

"These little guys are so brave that they have the style of our back then!"

"The super police trained in person, it's definitely not ordinary. Let's have a good experience, Henry!"

"Henry, look at you!"

Henry turned his head and glanced at everyone, and said angrily: "You guys, you are bad enough!"

"Henry, aren't you afraid of the super police?"

"Henry is the top player in our bureau, and the super police are definitely not an opponent!"

Henry snorted and proudly straightened his chest. He was one of the best fighting masters. Although he could not be called the number one in CIA, he had few opponents.

However, since the reputation of the super police spread and Fang Han entered the FBI, no one has been able to snatch his edge, and he will be reluctant to take the lead.

Henry was not convinced, thinking that Fang Han’s fame was mostly blown up, and the virtues of those media were just like that, and it was delicious to hold someone up and want to fart.

"Come on Stephen!" Henry jumped into the center of the field and hooked his index finger at Stephen.

Stephen took a deep breath and came to him, behind him were the other new agents, who glared at Henry in discontent.

Since the existence of Qi, they can feel the mystery of Qi and their physical fitness has been greatly enhanced. These internal Qi can nourish the body and strengthen the body.

Fang Han taught them two moves, one attack and one defense. When they use these two moves, they can tune their internal energy, thereby increasing their own strength and speed a little further.

Henry shouted and rushed towards Stephen, his eyes widened and murderous intent. This was the momentum formed by life and death, which was invisible and qualitative, and could truly affect his opponent.

The move that had been practicing hard in Stephen's mind flowed through, blocking his left hand and hitting his right hand.

"Bang!" Henry flew up and landed ten steps away. His face was pale and he almost stopped breathing, staring at Stephen in a daze.

Stephen looked at his fist and couldn't believe it, thinking he was going to lose.

Henry made a quick move and was about to hit him. He kept in mind the instructor's teachings, and he would move forward without any further. Let it change in a thousand ways, and I would only destroy it with one punch.

The training ground was silent suddenly, and then buzzed, and was shocked by Henry's punch. The punch was too fast, and the next shot hit Henry first, and it flew ten steps away, giving them a huge impact.

Stephen slowly withdrew his fist and glanced at the surroundings with confidence: "Who else is unwilling to accept it? You can try it!"

"I'll do it!" A young black man jumped out, shook his head and warmed up: "Stephen, I'll learn about the kung fu!"

Stephen was confident: "Come on!"

The black guy was extremely fast and rushed up and hugged Stephen.
Chapter completed!