■■18 years.

■■The 5th Area Base of the District, the 1st Site, the Suburban Training Base.

"Hoo ......"

"Whew...... Call! ”

Heavy wheezing sounded as β2, HDC-02, a member of Mobile Task Force codenamed "The Corpse Chaser" had just finished their physical training.

(HDC-02 is the official abbreviation for external use, and β2 is the abbreviation for internal formations of the Foundation.) ）

As combatants of the Foundation's Mobile Task Force, life is basically the same as that of a national force, and the training is even more rigorous, as they are not dealing with humans, and the surreal is not just living things.

Of course, there are differences, such as more freedom on holidays, and non-disclosure agreements, unless you are at level C or above and have access to all the classified content of the Foundation, then for most D-class combatants, they have nothing to keep secret.

"That's the end of today's training, disbanded on the spot!"

"Yes!"

The non-commissioned officer in charge of physical fitness announced the end of today's training, and the fighters of the four teams of β2 collectively responded and breathed a sigh of relief, finally ending their regular working hours for the week.

A handsome cold-faced guy with a well-proportioned body and very beautiful muscle lines took off his vest and revealed a very aesthetic muscle, which was just right, not as big as Mr. Bodybuilder's, but containing strength.

The strong muscles with a slightly bronze color look like muscles that have been carefully polished and forged.

"Bang dang!"

The cold-faced handsome guy took off the weight tied to his legs, it turned out that he was wearing such a thing when he was doing physical training, judging from the sound of slamming the ground, each weighing at least twenty pounds.

In the most ordinary physical training, there is still room to bear an extra forty pounds of weight, coupled with strict requirements for himself, it can be inferred that this cold-faced handsome guy himself has excellent strength, at least it is not an exaggeration to call it "elite".

"Brother Leng!"

At this time, a tall man with a small head walked over and greeted the handsome guy with a cold face.

Ban Cuntou is taller than the cold-faced handsome guy, almost 185 cm tall, and his figure looks more robust, with a slight evil smile on the corner of his mouth, a little ruffian.

"Hmm."

The handsome cold-faced guy who was called Brother Leng just nodded slightly, which was a response, and it seemed that not only did he have a cold name, but his personality was also quite cool.

Ban Cuntou didn't care, obviously he already knew the temperament of the handsome guy with a cold face, and said with a smile: "Brother Leng, where are you going to play tomorrow weekend?" It's been a long time since you've been out to play, right? ”

"I'm telling you, men can't hold it for too long, you know? Although we don't do any 'multi-person sports', basic 'health gymnastics' is still necessary! ”

The cold-faced handsome guy froze for a moment, thinking that he had indeed not gone out for a while, and had been devoting himself to training, maybe it was a good choice to relax once in a while.

In the end, the cold-faced handsome guy nodded and agreed to Bancuntou's invitation.

"Oh, yes! The Commander has something to find you, let you go! ”

There is another more important thing that sounds, that is, to convey the order of the commander of the β2 Mobile Task Force to ask the handsome guy with a cold face to find him.

"Looking for me? What's up? ”

"I don't know, he didn't say."

"Okay, I see, I'll be over later."

The handsome guy with a cold face didn't know what the commander was looking for him, but the orders of his superiors had to be obeyed, which was not much different from the troops outside.

After cleaning, the cold-faced handsome guy came directly to the commander's office, and next to the door was a red and black zombie head logo, which was the team logo of their "corpse chaser".

"Knock knock!"

"Come in!"

"Smack!"

"Commander!"

The cold-faced handsome guy stood up straight, and his right hand struck his left chest hard in a salute gesture, which was their β2 salute.

"Come on, don't be so formal, just take it as small talk!"

With a heroic voice and a rough voice, a tall, forty-year-old man with a black blindfold in his left eye waved his hand, signaling the cold-faced handsome man not to be restrained.

He is the commander of the β2 Mobile Task Force, named Nanmen, who is a C-class personnel in the Foundation, and has quite a wealth of actual combat experience, so it is not a fluke to be able to sit in the position of commander, all by real ability, and the entire β2 has great respect for him.

The cold-faced handsome guy put down his right hand and nodded, indicating that he understood, but the expression on his face was still cold, and his expression was like an iceberg that would not melt for thousands of years.

Nanmen Yan also knew the temperament of the handsome guy with a cold face, so he didn't care, so he sat down directly and lit a cigarette.

"Whew-"

Taking a sip beautifully, Nanmen Yan went straight to the point and said, "Gao Leng, in fact, calling you here this time is very simple, I want you to be the vice captain of the third squad!" ”

Gao Leng is the name of this cold-faced handsome guy, and when he heard that Nanmen wanted him to become the vice captain of the third squad, the expression on his face did not change much, but a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Commander, I've only been in beta2 for more than half a year, and in terms of qualifications, it shouldn't be my turn, right?"

The position of the vice-captain of the third team of β2 has indeed become vacant recently, and the previous vice-captain died in the line of containment mission, so it is necessary to select the combatants in β2 to be on top.

Gao Leng joined the Foundation and became a fighter of β2 for more than half a year, and under normal circumstances, it is basically impossible for local troops to become deputy captains (deputy squad leaders) so quickly.

First of all, the most important point is seniority, whether it is the local troops or these mobile task forces of the Foundation, seniority is a hard condition.

Of course, the Foundation's Mobile Task Force is still different from the local troops, and even so many task forces, each with its own characteristics, and without violating the Foundation's basic treaty, the rules are up to each commander.

"Don't be modest, you kid, your ability is in everyone's eyes, and I believe that no one will say anything!"

Nanmen Yan spat out a smoke ring and smiled slightly, not at all worried that Gao Leng would be hindered by seniority.

While seniority is important regardless of whether it is a local unit or a mobile task force, if you have real skills and hard skills, then others will give you a thumbs up.

Gao Leng has participated in three official containment missions, and his performance is remarkable, even surpassing many veterans who joined a few months or even years earlier, and his strength is obvious to all.

In addition, Gao Leng's personality is also easier to be recognized by others, don't look at him who usually doesn't like to talk much, but he doesn't need to stare at it at all.

Moreover, in a containment mission, Gao Leng rescued three comrades-in-arms, so the recognition is still very high.

"Don't worry, I believe in you, and I have a hunch......"

Nanmen Yan walked up to Gao Leng's side, patted the latter's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Your achievements don't stop there!" ”

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