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It was a green ocean, the backbone of the thousand plus cadres of the Central Service, as well as the two thousand odd officers and soldiers from the other special forces, forming a beautiful semicircle around the shooting-range. The warriors of the Qian Family were all wearing neat green army uniforms, with beautiful hats, grass and green in color, forming beautiful pictures one after another. In the middle of the huge shooting-range, there was a huge colorful banner floating in the air. On the banner were the words' World Special Guard Training Grounds', written in red. Under the breeze, the banner fluttered and danced as if it was welcoming comrades from various forces. As far as the eye could see, there was a green world everywhere. There was a neat, square line in the sky, and all the warriors were sitting upright. It was like a beautiful scenery that turned the entire sky green.

For us, the most eye-catching were the foreign friends from more than twenty embassies in China, seated in the front row of the whole green ocean, pointing softly and talking above them. They were probably searching for warriors and heroes from their country among the fifty or so members of the team, and they might be proud and proud of those heroes and warriors.

Before the performance could begin, thunderous applause rang out, shaking the entire shooting-range and echoing for a long time.

After the Eight Directions Fist Technique was completed, he began to perform his fighting techniques.

However, when he was performing fighting techniques, an accident occurred.

To be exact, the performance just now was truly spectacular. Whether it was orderly or standard, they all received waves of applause. Especially in the area of punching, the moves were smooth and the punches moved like the wind. The combined might of more than fifty people was earth-shattering and magnificent. Whether it was the male or female students, both of them had pushed their strength and speed to the limit, giving a peerless visual feast to thousands of observers. The applause from the audience lasted for a long time, with each wave getting louder and louder. Furthermore, what I was worried about did not happen. Although Instructor Fang had only temporarily taken Katherf's place, with her overwhelming strength, she merged with the fifty over team members, and together, they demonstrated the elegance and profoundness of China's fist techniques.

However, since the third section, fighting techniques had become more and more common. The characteristic of fighting techniques was that the moves of the fist and leg techniques were unpredictable, especially the high bullets, side kicks, spin kicks and so on in the third section, which were both ornamental and practical at the same time.

To a certain extent, the performance of Fighting Fist caused the atmosphere of the entire venue to surge to a climax one after another.

The enthusiastic applause filled the entire shooting-range. The students were also full of passion as they displayed the essence of their fighting techniques to their heart's content.

Suddenly, when we were about to perform a side kick, I noticed that an unknown object suddenly surged out from the middle of the line and flew out like an arrow!

Moreover, this unknown object drew a beautiful parabola in the air, flying straight towards the embassy staff 'platform about 20 meters away from the boxing team.

Even more shameful was the fact that the unidentified object had struck an embassy leader squarely in the face.

The embassy leader was stunned by this sudden blow. His expression was one of surprise and innocence as his head tilted back several dozen degrees and he almost fell.

Of course, I was only able to sense that the atmosphere wasn't good due to my sharp hearing. I didn't turn around but continued to observe the movements of the team, the movements of my punching routine.

It was only a few seconds after the incident that I was able to determine the exact identity of the unknown object because of the speed with which it was traveling.

What is it?

It was a shoe on the right foot of the Y Nation's female guard, Mary Shiya!

Perhaps it was because she had moved too fast, or perhaps it was because her shoelace had not been tied tightly, but when she finished a side kick, the shoe at her feet seemed to have grown wings and flew out from her feet!

It was an unexpected episode.

But I couldn't help but to admire Mary Shiya's mental fortitude. Although she accidentally threw out a shoe, she didn't display any signs of abnormality and continued to do the same actions as the team, throwing punches and kicks …

Her small, shoeless foot, wrapped in a single black sock, was still doing all sorts of maneuvering. Looking at her expression, she seemed so relaxed!

My worries gradually disappeared, but I was worried about Mary Shiya. One must know that this temporary boxing arena on the archery field, which was filled with hard weeds and even small stones, was just like a girl. Her skin was so tender, and her legs dug at the ground repeatedly, flying quickly, not affecting the accuracy of her movements in the slightest. This was undoubtedly a miracle!

What a strong woman!

As expected of the legendary number one female guard!

I secretly admired that she didn't get into trouble.

Soon after the fight ended, I issued the 'Look to the Right – Look Ahead' command and quietly watched the team.

After the performance, many students began to pant heavily. It could be seen that they were putting in a lot of effort. However, I still couldn't help but glance at Mary Shiya's feet. Her feet, which were wrapped in black socks, seemed to be trembling, and I could guess that Mary Shiya must have sustained some injuries during her consecutive kicks. But Mary Shiya still maintained a calm expression, as if nothing had happened. Her face was already sweating slightly, and her lips were looking at me in an ambiguous way. Her gentle face was concealing a kind of unknowable pain.

Actually, from the time her shoes flew out to the end of the performance, it only took her around ten seconds, but I can deduce that for Mary Shiya, these ten seconds would definitely be very long.

It was painful.

Under the thunderous applause, I had no choice but to realise that there was another serious problem: Mary Shiya's shoes had unerringly struck the head of the embassy.

Should I continue like this? Should he stop and let Mary Shiya put on his shoes, or should he continue with the next project: Unrewarded?

After a brief moment of hesitation, I noticed from the corner of my eye the action of the embassy leader who had been hit by the shoe. He was standing up with the shoe in his hand.

A deputy director of Secret Service also took the opportunity to go over, as if she wanted to negotiate with the leader of the embassy.

As a result, other than the applause and affirmation of the performance, everyone began to guess what was going to happen next. I wonder if this embassy leader will get angry from embarrassment, or even curse Special Training Team?

The head of the embassy, who had been beaten with a shoe, accompanied by the Deputy Chief of Police, walked straight over.

I felt a burst of unease in my heart. I was afraid that some small matter would arise that would be detrimental to the Special Training Team, or to Mary Shiya.

The two of them slowly walked over.

The head of the embassy stood at the front of the line and smiled at me. The deputy director didn't say anything and just looked back at the team.

The head of the embassy looked to be in his fifties, a white man, but I couldn't tell which country he was from. He was a little fat, and his natural curls looked especially brisk in the breeze.

The head of the embassy held the training shoe in front of his chest with one hand, scanned the group, and then asked in fluent Chinese, "Whose shoe is this?"

My heart gave a violent jolt, thinking that this embassy leader had indeed come to denounce me for my crimes!

So many military spectators, so many comrades from Secret Service, so many international friends … What if the head of the embassy really spoke too much?

To be exact, I was a little scared!

At this moment, a loud and clear female voice came from the group, "The report is mine!"

The owner of the voice, was none other than Mary Shiya.

The Leader of the embassy waved his other hand and said to Mary Shiya: "Come out!"

Mary Shiya hesitated for a moment, but then she walked out from the group.

At this moment, everyone's heart tightened. Including me.

I looked at the Deputy Chief next to me. He seemed to be able to see through my worries. He nodded at me and whispered, "Don't worry, it will be fine!"

However, Mary Shiya was rather polite. After coming out, he gave a Chinese military salute to the embassy leader and took the initiative to explain: "Sorry, my shoes flew out during the performance. I apologize for the damage I caused to you!"