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Sudden ......

The powerful engine of the special heavy fighter jet propelled the huge fuselage over the desert, and the air flow stirred by the engine even rolled up sand and dust on the surface due to the close flight to the surface, which was particularly spectacular.

"Good luck to you!"

Captain Abrahim, who was standing in the passenger seat, turned his head to look at the young people behind him and gave a military salute.

"It's just a simple graduation exam for you, and I'll come back alive.

"Understood, instructor, I borrowed your good words."

The leader of the special operations team was a young man in his early twenties, and at this time he was already wearing the latest special operations uniform, and the silver badge with the word HGS on his shoulder represented his identity - the international government HGS foreign special operations team.

Squad Number, 23.

"Victory!"

The group leader raised his hands above his head.

"Victory!"

Everyone shouted, and the momentum was unstoppable.

……

In Xindu Middle School, in the office of the student union, Xuan Zhuxin was leaning on a chair, his fingers stroking the photo frame in his hand, looking at the photo in the frame in a daze.

The group in the photo were young, and some of them even looked underage, but that wasn't a reason for them to back down, because they were soldiers, part of the HGS, and that was already doomed to learn to fight from the moment they put on that uniform.

“…… Brother. ”

Xuan Zhuxin called softly, his fingers swiped over the glass of the photo frame, and finally stopped on the head of the team leader who was leading the team and shouting victory and boosting morale.

HGS warrant officer, Xuan Qingyi, a genius young man who became the captain of the special operations team at the age of twenty, is also Xuan Zhuxin's only elder brother.

In the corner of this photo, a handsome young man who looks to be only more than ten years old is holding a parachute backpack and standing with everyone, and his delicate face is particularly eye-catching.

only participated in this operation as a reserve officer for the internship, Xuan Zhuxin was only 15 years old that year, and he only did ordinary logistics work.

The emergence of evolutionaries that year plunged the whole world into turmoil, the power gap between people was broken, and some people even became "supermen" in the comics overnight, and of course, many people died. For this reason, the international government has to organize a group of human elites to form a powerful force called HGS to protect the order of human society and crush all unsightly conspiracies from the roots.

But order possession is not forged in a vacuum, it has a price, the enemy will die, and the comrades will also leave.

Death is the greatest price.

An Dunming, who walked in front of Xuan Zhuxin, seemed to notice Xuan Zhuxin's strangeness, and then saw the photo frame in his hand, Huo Ran was clear.

"Zhu Xin, do you want to be the captain?"

If anyone knows Xuan Zhuxin best, then I'm afraid only Settle Ming, this boy who looks quite tall is actually about the same age as Xuan Zhuxin, and the two of them are even HGS who joined at the same time, and they are also the earliest group of HGS veterans.

Of course, in the final analysis, HGS has been established for too short a time, and it has only been two years since its establishment, otherwise it would not be the turn of the two young people, Xuan Zhuxin and An Dunming, to act as the elders.

"Yes, I'm going to see him this time."

“…… What happened to his injuries? ”

An Dunming was silent for a moment, but finally chose to ask the question.

After all, Xuan Zhuxin in front of him is one of the few people who knows the truth.

"That's not an injury, that's a half-life." Putting the photo frame aside, Xuan Zhuxin's face was a little ugly, "The bullet almost passed through the brain, and it's a blessing not to die." ”

"Hopefully the captain recovers, he's a good captain."

Listening to the bad news in Xuan Zhuxin's mouth, An Dunming had no choice but to reluctantly comfort that the war over the years has caused HGS huge losses, although it is not as exaggerated as "more than half of the war died", but when An Dunming flipped through the list of friends on his mobile phone, he was still surprised to find that two percent of his comrades-in-arms had lost contact.

"There's a lot more we have to do to keep it from happening."