Wen Si is trying to figure out his choice: participate in the audition, become the boss's thug, and leave the desolate and dry desert, or do nothing and stay here. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

He was a little confused. Although for months his greatest wish had been to leave a place that was not far removed from hell, was it really worth it to do something that violated his conscience and also scared him in order to fulfill that wish, such as killing someone?

Wen Si couldn't find the answer. For most, the question seems too profound, so they almost always make their choices on instinct. Unfortunately, from a very young age, his Buddhist grandmother kept instilling in him two ideas: "compassion" and "don't kill."

He didn't even want to kill a chicken. Homicide? Even if it was for the sake of his own survival, it would be almost impossible for him to do it - of course, "almost" does not mean completely. So Wen Si was still standing in a queue of Chinese workers who volunteered to participate in the selection of recruits, ready to undergo a medical examination.

The queue was a bit long, and all the Chinese workers in the camp had taken a medical examination and were ready to participate in the recruit selection. Most of them, like Wen Si, had to stand here just to get a chance to leave this desert. But there are some outliers.

Zhang Biao is one of them.

Unlike ordinary Chinese laborers who wanted to earn money to support their families and save money to marry their wives, Zhang Biao's main purpose in the United States was to evade the government's pursuit - when he was in China, he had committed three murders, killing a total of 19 people, including two elderly people, four children, and a pregnant woman; He's a real villain who can kill anyone for him as long as someone gives him money.

And he doesn't care at all who gives the money is. In Zhang Biao's view, there is no difference between killing for the son of the county lord and killing for a foreign boss in the United States; If there is a difference, there is only the difference between killing people with a machete and killing people with a foreign gun. The latter method is quicker and more effective.

He had never used foreign guns, but he had seen others use them, and since then, he has always wanted to get himself a foreign gun. Now, he finally has a chance......

There are six more people in front, and it's almost there!

Zhang Biao licked his chapped lips, and his emotions began to become agitated.

O'Connor and Claude watched from a distance as doctors performed physical examinations on Chinese workers. "How much do you think we make sense of doing this, Mr. O'Connor?" Confused, Claude asked, "I remember they had a medical examination before they entered the camp. ”

"And with the tools that these doctors carry, there is no problem at all. Mr. Claude, you must still want to say this, don't you? O'Connor smiled nonchalantly, "But that's Qin's arrangement." I don't understand why he's letting us waste our time doing this, but we'd better do what he says. ”

Claude was speechless. It's not a good thing to have a boss who barely makes mistakes, and it makes everyone else in the company look like a fool who can only carry out orders.

But he didn't put his feelings into words. Claude picked up the selection and assessment arrangements made by Qin Lang himself, flipped to the part of the physical fitness test, and then sighed. "It's such a frustrating thing."

The physical fitness test standards set by Qin Lang seemed too difficult even in his opinion. To pass the test, recruits must complete fifty push-ups, fifty-five sit-ups, eight pull-ups, and three miles in twenty-three minutes if they want to pass the test.

Claude felt that perhaps few Chinese workers could meet this standard.

"You should be glad to be there, Mr. Claude. At Yi Shui's insistence, Qin didn't include all the messy things like weightlifting, shot put, long jump, swimming, and four-mile armed trail running in the assessment items. O'Connor smiled wryly, "Otherwise, people here will never pass the test." ”

"It should be these Chinese workers who should be happy." Claude's eyes were fixed on the Chinese workers in the square, and the first group of people to undergo physical examinations had begun to take fitness tests. "These guys are going to suffer today."

Naturally, he was right, and Wen Si soon felt the pain. Although he had no idea about "twenty-three minutes" and "three miles", the mercenary in charge of the test told him that he had to run around the base as fast as he could—it was exactly three miles—something he had never done before.

It almost killed him; Although it is an exaggeration, Wen Si believes that this is the case. It didn't take long for him to breathe, then his chest and throat felt like he was on fire, and finally, his legs were as heavy as lead, and every leg lift was a test.

On a few occasions, he almost gave up, after all, he had little interest in becoming the "boss's thug", but in the end he insisted on running the whole race.

Then he collapsed on the sand.

"Get this guy away." The mercenary in charge of the test beckoned to a few Chinese workers, then wrote a "pass" after Wen Si's name, and then flipped the list to the next page, "Everyone is ready to ......"

Zhang Biao walked over and stood on the starting line.

"How many people do you think will pass the fitness test, sir?" Claude is still wrestling with the question of the fitness test, but O'Connor doesn't want to talk about it anymore. They've been talking about it since they left San Diego. Why can't we pause?

"Who knows, Mr. Claude. Perhaps Qin didn't intend for us to use up all the five hundred recruits we got from the beginning. ”

"So what is the purpose of the boss?"

"Unfortunately, I don't have the answer you're looking for. Maybe he just wants to toss his countrymen as best he can, maybe he wants to pick a group of the most elite soldiers. O'Connor stood up, "Let's go get some rest and come back and ask questions of the recruits who passed the fitness test." ”

"They're going to have a lot of headaches."

Two hours later, Claude's prophecy was confirmed again. Wen Si was completely stumped by the third question he encountered - the first was "Do you speak English", the second was "Have you ever killed someone", and the third was: "You were ordered to lead a small detachment to the enemy's country to blow up an important ammunition depot, but on the way you met a little girl from the enemy country." What will you do with her? ”

He only had thirty seconds to think about the answer.

A true soldier knows how to answer this question, and so does a ruthless professional killer, but Bunsi is neither a professional soldier nor a professional killer, and he also has a grandmother who is a Buddhist...... Thirty seconds, which was not enough time for him to hesitate.

But Zhang Biao can give an answer immediately. Sadly, he didn't run into this overly simplistic problem. Because when Claude asked him, "Have you ever killed someone?", he replied "Killed".

"How many?" Claude asked.

"Nineteen."

"I was amazed. So, who are they? ”

"Two old men, four small children, and a woman with a pregnant child." Zhang Biao took a deep breath, "The rest are men." ”

"Did they have weapons when you killed them?"

"Nope." If hoes and kitchen knives don't count as weapons.

"So," Claude began to rhythmically pound on the top of his desk, "you haven't faced a real threatening opponent, have you?" ”

"Yes."

"So, if I ordered you to go on a solo mission and kill about a hundred armed and experienced enemies without any weapons, would you be able to accomplish it?" Claude looked at his watch, "You have thirty seconds to think. ”

Zhang Biao shouted. "You're sending me to death."

"Yes, it's a mission to die, you know, and I know it. But the question is, are you willing to execute it? Fifteen seconds to go. ”

"Nope." A clear, affirmative answer, "I won't." I'm willing to kill for money, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to die for money. ”

Despite this, Zhang Biao still looked at Claude nervously, afraid that his answer would dissatisfy him. However, Claude did not react at all, and only continued to ask, "So, if I let you lead your men to kill all the people in a village...... About a thousand, all old people, women and children. Are you willing to carry out this task? ”

A thousand people! Zhang Biao was taken aback by this number. Yes, he was a murderer, but killing nineteen people and killing a thousand people are two very different concepts...... Can he do that?

"Why did you kill those thousand?"

"There's no why, it's just an order." In fact, Claude himself was very annoyed - why did Qin Lang make such a problem? Hell yes, it's not the time to hunt reds. But he didn't have anything to do but follow the rules. "You've got five seconds left."

Zhang Biao gritted his teeth. "I need commands written on paper. If there is, I'll do it. ”

Cunning guys. Claude chuckled to himself. A written order means that if there is any trouble in the future, he can use it as a tool to escape punishment. That's smart. "Okay," he decided to end the question, "you can go, next." ”

Zhang Biao stood up, bowed to him, and walked out of the room. As soon as he went out, he met Wen Si.

"Wen Four," he called. The base of District 51 is a small place, and almost all of the Chinese workers know and are familiar with it, "What question do they ask you?" ”

Wen Si repeated the problem he encountered.

"That's a simple question." Zhang Biao shouted, "How did you answer?" ”

"I told Mr. O'Connor that I would have my men kill her." Wen Si replied with a sad face.

"And then?"

"Mr. O'Connor then asked me what I would do if all of my men refused to kill her."

"How did you answer?"

"I'm out of time."

"Looks like you're out of hope, Bun Four." Zhang Biao gently patted Wen Si's shoulder and sentenced him to "death".

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