At about six o'clock in the afternoon, Lang Zhan was playing a homemade wooden stake in the simple equipment room, and there was a slightly messy ~ chaotic footsteps outside. Bayi Middle School? Wenwang ? ≈≤. He tilted his head to listen, and walked out.

Running towards him along the path that Kamel left was Tachibana and Park Han-young. The two of them obviously had the intention of competing, and their whole bodies seemed to be fished out of the water, and the expressions on their faces were full of ruthlessness. Seeing Lang Zhan, Park Hanying's eyes narrowed, and various negative emotions were undisguised. This woman now simply regards Lang Zhan as an enemy. Well, Lang Zhan said that it didn't matter if it was inexplicable. Tachibana Saya's eyes obviously have a change that is instantly enlarged, which is an expression of joy. Then, she slowed down and greeted from afar: "Werewolf, are you here?" ”

Nodding, Lang Zhan's gaze roamed over her and asked, "Are these all the equipment?" ”

Yellow sand-colored camouflage uniforms, helmets with night vision goggles in the same color, windproof goggles, individual communication systems, bulletproof vests, rifles with rangefinders and optical sights, bulging tactical backpacks, mountain boots, ...... These equipment with strong violent tendencies are piled up on Tachibana Xiaoya's body.,Stunned, it makes this Lori have an extra metallic texture.。 also made Lang Zhan have more expectations for the next mercenary life.

There's no man who doesn't like guns. The rifle in Tachibana Xiaoye's hand should be a Mi Guo M16 series rifle, compared to her petite and delicate body, the volume of this gun is a bit large. Completely subconsciously, Lang Zhan made a virtual posture with both hands, and then shook his head, no matter what the specific performance of the M16 is, it seems to be a little small for him.

"I won!" Park Han-young was the first to rush to the gate of the townhouse, and then turned around and said to Tachibana Koyo with a high spirit.

After seeing Lang Zhan, Tachibana Saya's attention was no longer on her. Glancing at her, Tachibana said, "It doesn't matter, the werewolf is back, you are the life of the second thousand-year-old!" After a few days, her eloquence has become sharper and sharper, and she seems to have learned to transfer contradictions. Lang Zhan touched his nose and was thinking like this, when he heard Park Hanyoung say in a sarcastic tone: "Little white face who eats soft rice, I will be afraid of him?!" Originally, he was not in the mood to be angry with this crazy woman, but he really didn't like the title of "little white face who eats soft rice", he turned around and leaned at her and said, "Taiji snake! What's the use of being quick? Beat me if you have the ability. However, it's not that I underestimate you, as long as I'm in angel for a day, you will never have this opportunity. ”

After Park Han-young and Tachibana Saya, the third one to run back was Babla. Compared to when he left the devil's training camp, the expression on his face was a little more gloomy. Well, is it because of the separation from the second devil? is also a victim of dissociation, and this thought naturally arises in Lang Zhan's heart. Seeing Lang Zhan, Barbra's eyes contracted slightly, then ignored him and walked directly to stand behind Park Hanying.

Where there are people, there is competition, and when there are more people, there will naturally be various small collectives. And from Barbra's reaction, it is not difficult to see that he has chosen Park Han-young and has even sworn allegiance to her.

Staring at Babri's eyes twice, Lang Zhan was slightly surprised in his heart. For now Babab's eyes have become vertical pupils.

After Babri, the others6 returned, and their weapons and equipment became diverse. On the shoulders of a black man nicknamed "African bison", Lang Zhan even saw an M134 shooting machine gun.

Behind the would-be mercenaries were three Land Rovers, including the one that Carmel drove out.

Three off-road vehicles, except for Carmel is one occupied by one person. The other two cars had two people sitting on them. Unlike would-be mercenaries, they all have rank badges on their shoulders, one of them is a major, and the other three are captains. The rank of Major Pei is a black-headed white middle-aged man, about 1.75 meters tall, what impressed Lang Zhan at first glance was that the ten fingers of his hands were very thick ~ strong, and thick calluses could be seen on the naked ~ exposed palms.

"You're Lang Zhan?" The young principal has a very ordinary face, but his eyes are very sharp. After getting out of the car, he strode up to Lang Zhan and asked by staring into his eyes.

"Yes sir!" Lang Zhan replied loudly.

"My name is Lance Virginia, and I'm your chief instructor. Lang Zhan, you missed three days of training, say what to do yourself. ”

"Sir, if it's just basic training, I don't think there's any need for additional training. If it's technical training, I'll make it up in my spare time! ”

Lance stared at him, suddenly grinned, and said to a black captain standing behind him, "Iverson, he said that there is no need for additional training in basic training, what do you think?" ”

Iverson took two steps forward, brought his face to a distance of only about ten centimeters from Lang Zhan, and almost squinted his eyes to look at him, his dark face did not have a trace of expression at first, and after a minute, he suddenly grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth and said: "Rookie, I am your basic training instructor, what did you just say?" Is there a need for additional training in basic training? ”

"Yes!" Lang Zhan replied loudly, looking at him calmly, without blinking his eyes.

The flesh on Iverson's face began to throb, and his eyes became sharper. And after this gesture was useless, he snorted coldly and suddenly shouted: "Jensen, take off your equipment, all." ”

"Report sir, do you include underwear~?" Jensen was the African bison, he shouted loudly and began to undress.

Lang Zhan subconsciously frowned. Underwear? What the heck?

"Do you have a nude~ body fetish? Idiot! Iverson turned his head and scolded, then pointed his hand and said to Lang Zhan, "Now, take all of Jensen's equipment and follow me back and forth." If you can get back in half an hour, then I agree you don't need to practice. Immediately! ”

Jensen's height is about the same as Lang Zhan's, but the lateral parameters are too much. Therefore, his clothes that were still slightly tight were put on Lang Zhan's body, and immediately turned Lang Zhan into a lantern, and the wind blew that beautiful!

Under the gaze of everyone with different expressions, Lang Zhan carried the M134 machine gun of the African bison and ran out after Iverson's Land Rover.

"Rookies, you have half an hour off now!" After Lance drove the others into the row house with these words, he and the other two instructors walked up to Carmel and asked humbly, "Carmel, do you think Lang Zhan may be able to come back in half an hour?" ”

Carmel glanced at Lang Zhan's back with his hands behind his back and said, "Although I hate him very much, I have to admit that he is very strong. In time, when he gains enough experience, his achievements will be above all of you. So, you guys might be counterproductive. ”

Lance's face froze. The reason why he treated Lang Zhan differently was that he saw that Kamel was unhappy with him and wanted to change his method to curry favor with Kamel. Only now listening to Carmel's tone, instead of appreciating it, he seemed to be waiting to see their jokes.

Half an hour is not a long time, no, in fact, only twenty-three minutes later, when Lang Zhan appeared in front of the people in the row house who were farting and chatting with M134 on his shoulder, Rao had already guessed the result, and Lance's expression was still inevitably stiff for a while.

Twenty-three minutes, at least here, would be a new record. However, Lang Zhan didn't look tired, but seemed to be a little energetic.

“****！ Where did all the monsters come from? Beside Lance, a white captain involuntarily cursed.

Angels are different from other mercenary groups, and the existence of the angel system is destined to be a hierarchical organization. Therefore, with the status of Lens, they are quasi-angels, and they have no right to know what is born in the devil's training camp. For the same reason, they feel superior to themselves in front of the would-be mercenaries, and naturally they can't lower their posture to inquire about those lace news.

Lang Zhan was radiant, and Iverson's expression was naturally ugly. The big black man was obviously still a little unconvinced, so after getting out of the car and rushing in, the first thing he did was to ask the white captain to check the time. And after there was no problem with the current watch, he sat down with a fart~ share, glanced at Lang Zhan and said, "! This guy actually pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger! ”

Lang Zhan's wild performance in basic training can be regarded as returning Lance and the others to a dismount. After eating a trench and growing wise, they no longer struggled in technical training. Not only that, but because they expected him to become an archangel sooner or later, their attitude towards him was much more "kind".

Half an hour later, it's time for the tactical theory class. The person in charge of teaching was none other than the white captain Steven who scolded Lang Zhan for being a "monster".

“…… First of all, let me explain to you the key points of street fighting," Steven began to talk eloquently about a computer, a projector and a white cloth: "As a mercenary, as countries around the world begin to increase urbanization, the probability of encountering street fighting is getting higher and higher. Now you see a model of a typical Middle Eastern town, and now, if the town is occupied by the enemy, and our mission is to completely annihilate the enemy army inside, what should we do...... What is the biggest threat to us in street fighting? Sniper! And secondly? Thunder, we sometimes call it an unidentified explosive...... Here's free time for questions—"

"Report sir! I have a question, as you just said, in street fighting, all the people we face can be our enemies. So, what should I do if I'm walking across from someone and I can't verify his identity? "It was Drew who asked the question.

"You mean, I don't know if he's a militant or a civilian?"

"Yes."

"Then I can only send you one sentence - the first strike is the strongest!"

"What if, what if he's a civilian?" Drew asked, stuttering a little.

Steven grinned at the corners of his mouth, and a cruel smile appeared on his face. "Rookie, it looks like you haven't figured out who you are. You are a mercenary, what is a mercenary? The mercenaries are called battlefield hyenas, hyenas, and they are one of the most undisciplined beasts in the African savannah! In order to survive, whether it is a strong bison, a weak antelope, or a fierce lion and leopard, they are their prey. Am I explaining it carefully enough? ”

Drew's eyes widened at first, as if he couldn't accept the explanation. But then, he gritted his teeth fiercely, his eyes revealed a hint of fierceness, and he sat down heavily. There is no doubt that Steven's Hyena Talk would be a good excuse.

"Sir, what if, if I can't do it?" A white man, named Skorden in Lang Zhan's impression, suddenly asked.

Steven first smiled slightly, suddenly turned cold, and roared: "Then there will be two possibilities, one, you will die; Two, you are lucky not to die, and then know what is the right thing to do at this time. ”