"You are also an admirable researcher, not quite like your peers. Qin Fan responded with a smile.

In the face of Qin Fan's frank and outspoken words, instead of being annoyed, Bei Lin showed a curious gaze, looked at Qin Fan and asked, "You seem to have some opinions about my colleagues?"

"No, I just think that compared to you, the temperament they show is not like a scientific researcher, but a group of murderous ...... The smell of blood is strong, you know what I mean. Qin Fan explained lightly.

"The smell of blood?, that sounds interesting......" Belin smiled happily, the figure of a Western girl was a little undulating, "I think you have seen something, but in this transit station, it is better not to say something nonsense, otherwise some people will definitely be angry when they hear it, thinking that you have found something." ”

The corners of Qin Fan's eyes jumped slightly, but he still nodded quietly and asked, "Miss Belin, are you also planning to go to no man's land?"

"Yes, the purpose of this is that I want to go with you to no man's land, I need your help, I believe that my professional knowledge and identity can also play some role in you. Belin said earnestly.

"Just yourself?" Qin Fan said in surprise.

"Yes, Bruce they don't have a lot of experience in polar survival and reconnaissance, and they still need to wait for more equipment support after the snowstorm to enter, but this will miss the best period for extreme weather detection, so I want to join you, you will definitely not refuse my kindness, right?" Belin smiled slightly.

"I need to discuss it with my companion before I can make a decision, how can I find you then?" Qin Fan asked.

"I'll look for you before I go, oh yes, Mr. William is a good leader, he has a high prestige in the interior of Antarctica, and if he is willing to help you in this expedition, I am sure your plans will go very well. ”

Belin left, Qin Fan also put down the coffee cup in his hand and strode towards the fitness area next door.

The scale of the fitness area here is far better than some of the fitness places Qin Fan saw when he was in China.

The equipment and equipment are state-of-the-art.

Transported by sea and by air.

It costs a lot of money, just so that the staff at the transfer station can maintain a strong physique and maintain a high level of physical function in their spare time.

When Qin Fan walked into the door, a lot of the equipment here had already been occupied by the staff.

They are all carefully selected from various countries and are physically strong and can adapt to the extreme climate of the polar regions.

Compared with these Westerners who grew up eating beef and drinking milk, Qin Fan looks much thinner.

"Fist Strength Tester ......"

After Qin Fan walked in, he looked around, and finally locked onto a black tester in the corner, and then strode over.

This is a standard boxing tester, which is smashed on it in a circle, and the scientific boxing numbers can be fed back in time.

The strength of a normal adult's punch is about fifty catties, and Qin Fan wants to try how much his current punch strength is, and how much difference it is from before.

There are few people testing their fists in front of the testing machine, and most of them are doing back muscle stretching and thigh muscle training, which will increase their chances of survival in extreme blizzard weather.

"Bang!"

A black man in a vest smashed into the testing machine in a circle, his arms and back full of explosive muscles, and under this full force, he produced a visible texture movement, which looked very visually impactful.

After this punch fell, the word 235 appeared on the display screen next to the testing machine, which means that the strength of this punch is 235 pounds, that is, 213 pounds.

It is equivalent to the full force of four adults, which is enough to knock a normal punch to the ground, or even fatal.

It's horrifying.

“Fxxk！”

But to Qin Fan's surprise, the black man didn't seem to be very satisfied with this result, and after scolding secretly, he retracted his fist and stored his strength, paused for two seconds, and slammed his fist on the test machine again.

Catty.

The human texture is a process of continuous decline after being in peak condition, and the 235 pounds of the first punch is already the limit of what he can reach, and if he persists, the effect can only continue to fail, and will not exceed this record.

There were a few companions around him, and after a burst of cynicism, they waved their hands to push the black man aside and stepped forward to test it.

190.

201.

215.

……

There is not much difference between them, and they have not surpassed the records of blacks, and blacks are proud of this, and their natural physique factors give him an advantage at this level of strength, and it is difficult for people with the same physical condition to surpass them.

Seeing that no one stepped forward to test it anymore, Qin Fan stepped forward, intending to test the extent to which his fist strength had transformed.

And these people around them were stunned at first after seeing Qin Fan's sudden appearance, and then laughed.

They proclaimed loudly in a language that Qin Fan didn't understand at all, and even made some unbearable gestures.

Obviously, these people were born with a sense of superiority and looked down on people like Qin Fan with thin physique and yellowish skin.

Qin Fan didn't speak, he took a breath lightly, without any hesitation, and directly punched and smashed it on the fist gloves of the testing machine.