When he woke up again, Yang Fan was already lying on the hospital bed. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a hospital. This should be a ward, and from the point of view of the layout, it is no different from the common hospital wards in China. Yang Fan felt that he had basically recovered his spirits, the pain in his left face and abdomen had basically disappeared, there was a needle in his wrist, and the injection was still flowing into his body drop by drop.

There was a creak, and the door to the ward opened. In came a woman dressed as a nurse, who was about 30 years old, of medium build, very fair-skinned, smiling, very kind.

"You woke up, how are you feeling?" She asked in English, her voice as kind as her looks.

"I feel good, what do I call you? Also, where is this? Yang Fan asked.

"My name is Rachel Jones, you can call me Rachel. I'm the deputy director of the T3 Logistics Medical Center, and I'm probably going to be in charge of your health for a long time to come. Captain Rogers only asked me to say so much, and he also asked me to tell you, don't ask so much, just remember your agreement. ”

Rachel replied as she skillfully removed the needle from Yang Fan's wrist and removed all the infusion devices.

Yang Fan actually had a lot of questions, and when she said this, she didn't ask anything more. Just embarrassed to say, "Hello, Rachel, nice to meet you." My name is Yang Fan. ”

"Hello, but the information given to us by the intelligence department shows that your English name is Jerry Young, if you don't mind, I'll call you Jerry." After Rachel sorted out everything, she stood next to Yang Fan and said.

"Okay, no problem." Yang Fan was secretly frightened, he didn't expect that this T3 intelligence agency was really powerful enough to easily get the information of a Chinese person.

"Jerry, take a break. Captain Rodgers has explained that there will be a plane to pick you up and take you to the training base in half an hour, you don't have to bring anything, everything is ready for you there. After Rachel finished speaking, she smiled at Yang Fan and went out.

Yang Fan stood up and moved his limbs, feeling good, and walked to the mirror to see how he looked. Aside from the fact that he was already wearing the camouflage uniform used in army training and the left side of his face was slightly red and swollen, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

Yang Fan sat cross-legged on the bed and ran the breathing method taught to him by his father. After a while, a warm current surged through his body, and he suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.

His physical condition recovered a little, and Yang Fan remembered the scene at home before, his nose was sore, and his tears almost didn't fall. Yang Fan forced himself to concentrate and soon entered an ethereal state.

Fifteen minutes later, Rachel walked in again. Yang Fan sat up from the bed and nodded.

"You're in a much better spirits." Rachel looked Yang Fan up and down and said with a look of surprise.

"I took a break and now I feel a lot better. Is there something you can do? Are you about to go? Yang Fan asked.

"Oh, yes. Come with me. ”

Yang Fan followed Rachel outside. It turned out that this was a hospital and a recuperation place, with a large area, and Yang Fan was in a recuperation area, and a building not far away should be a medical area. There is a large platform in the middle of the two buildings, where a small helicopter is parked.

"Alright, go ahead, good luck!" Rachel said, pointing to the helicopter.

Yang Fan nodded to Rachel, I don't know why, he was full of affection for this person who only had one side. He quickly ran to the helicopter, which was a McDonnell Douglas MD-500 helicopter, colloquially known as "Little Bird." He had seen it in the movie before, two American GIs sitting outside the helicopter cabin, operating machine guns, very handsome. Yang Fan has never been in a helicopter, but he didn't expect to have the opportunity to feel it today, and he was still a little excited in his heart, Yang Fan opened the back door of the helicopter and sat in the back seat.

The helicopter pilot didn't pay attention to Yang Fan, but just started the engine silently. With the sound of the propellers turning, the helicopter slowly lifted into the air, reversed direction, and began to speed in one direction.

It was the first time for Yang Fan to take a helicopter to look down and down, and the flight altitude and speed were slowly increasing. Looking down, this is a large area, in addition to the logistics and medical area where it is just now, you can also see five buildings, large and small. It was too far away to make out the signs on the buildings, and I saw many figures walking back and forth in front of several buildings. Behind all the built-up areas is a large training area, which should contain a shooting range, parking lot, training ground, mock building, etc., and there are people training in each place. Yang Fan guessed that this should be a small military base.

The helicopter flew above the city, and the pilot kept a cold expression, and Yang Fan lost the desire to talk to him. He hadn't been to the United States yet, and he didn't know where he was, but from the helicopter it was a coastal city, and it was a bustling one.

After two hours of flying, the city was far behind. Soon, a military base could be faintly visible in front of me, much larger than the one that had just left. The helicopter began to descend slowly, and Yang Fan saw that this military base was by the sea, and behind the base was a dense jungle, and he could vaguely see that it was connected by several roads.

The whole site is very neatly planned, and the buildings in different functional areas are distinguished by different colors. In addition to being larger than the previously departed base, this base also has a football field, basketball court and other leisure activity areas, and the training area is also more carefully divided, which seems to be the official military base of the United States on the mainland.

Yang Fan couldn't help but wonder, did he want to train with the US military? He had always wanted to be a soldier in Huaxia before, but he didn't expect to train with Huaxia's biggest opponent today. When the helicopter slowly fell, Yang Fan was surprised that there were almost no people at this military base.

The helicopter landed in a construction area, and Yang Fan got off the plane.

"Grab the backpack on your seat and report to 601 on the 6th floor of a white dormitory building at the back of the base." This was the first thing the helicopter pilot said to Yang Fan along the way.

Yang Fan agreed, only to find that there was a camouflage military backpack on the other seat of the helicopter, he picked up the backpack and walked in the direction pointed by the pilot.

The base was even more beaten than what he saw in the air, and Yang Fan ran for ten minutes before he reached the place the pilot said. It's a relatively ordinary white building, it looks like it's been a little old from the outside, but it's very well decorated, and there are balconies on each floor, but it feels like there shouldn't be many people living here.

This building has a total of six floors, there is no elevator, Yang Fan climbed to the 6th floor in one breath, and found 601 at the end, which should be the farthest one from the staircase.

In the process of climbing the building, Yang Fan found that every floor was quiet, confirming his conjecture that no one should live here.

Knock-knock, Yang Fan knocked on the door of 601.

"Finally someone is coming, come in." A young man's voice came from inside.

Yang Fan pushed the door and walked in, and a person walked over, and said with enthusiasm on his face: "Welcome, welcome, you are the Yang Fan from Huaxia, my name is Evan Smith." As he spoke, he grabbed Yang Fan's shoulders with both hands, looked very enthusiastic, and pulled Yang Fan's arm and walked inside.

Yang Fan carefully looked at the Evan in front of him, he was slightly shorter than Yang Fan, about 178cm, wearing the same clothes as Yang Fan, around twenty years old, dark brown hair, slightly curly, a pair of blue eyes were bright, what impressed Yang Fan the most was that his face was long, and his forehead lines were very deep.

The whole bedroom is not very big, there is a toilet and bathroom on the left hand side of the door, and a simple kitchen on the right hand side of the door. Directly facing the door is a small window, and on either side of the wall are two bunk beds. It's like a college dorm room, with a bed on top and a desk below, and the desk is empty.

There is a rectangular table in the middle of the bed, about 2m in length and 1.5m in width, which does not affect the movement of the people on both sides, and it seems that this is a dormitory for four people.

Evan pulled Yang Fan inside, he sat directly on the right side of the bed desk near the window, Yang Fan put the backpack on the table, and sat on the desk opposite him.

"Hi, there. Officially, my name is Evan Smith, you can call me Evan, born on January 28, 1989, Aquarius, I came here for training, I am number 1. Evan Smith introduced himself very formally.

"Oh, hello, I-" Yang Fan also wanted to introduce himself.

Evan Smith interrupted him and said directly, "I know you! Your name is Yang Fan, born on May 23, 1986, Gemini, 181.5cm tall, 76kg in weight, and Jerry in English. I also came here to train, and it was No. 3. ”

"How do you know?" Yang Fan asked in surprise.

"How could he know? His dad is the president of T3, and this future is all his, how could he not know. Suddenly, a voice came from the upper bunk, and Yang Fan subconsciously stood up.

"Introduce yourself, dead hacker, come down quickly." Evan said, pointing to the man on the top bunk.

The man sat up from the bed unhurriedly, did not get down, but sat directly on the steps of the upper and lower bunk ladders, and said, "Hello, my name is Chris Parker, you can call me Chris or you can call me Parker, I am a hacker. ”

Yang Fan was still looking forward to more information, but he didn't seem to want to say more, his hands were on the steps, his head was tilted back, as if he was about to fall asleep again.

Hackers, sure enough, are not very normal, and this Parker is the same. He is not tall, should be about 173cm, with medium and long brown hair, a round face, and looks relatively naïve, except for the shallow beard.

Evan patted Yang Fan on the shoulder and said, "Jerry, don't mind, hackers are more individual. Anyone with some fame in this base, I can know something. Like he said, I'm privileged. Hahahaha. But this person, I know almost nothing but the name. He had encrypted his information, which could only be known to the boss of their department, the robin. Oh, by the way, and he's also here to train, he's number two. ”

"She doesn't know it all, either." Parker retracted his tilted head, looked at the two of them, and said lightly.

"Yang Fan. Forehead...... Can I call you that? Evan asked.

"Yes"

Evan continued, "Yang Fan, I know why you're here, Captain Rogers has already told T3 CEO Daniel Marcus. I'm sorry for what happened to you, and I admire you for being able to survive in that situation. You must know that you are not facing ordinary mercenaries, they are all the best in the world. If you want to find the truth and avenge your family, you are right to choose to join T3. We have the relationships, resources, and capabilities to help you. ”