More than 200 people began to do push-ups on the playground.

For Wang Ben, 200 push-ups are too simple, and there is no pressure at all.

Of course, none of the trainees who came to the Siberian training camp were weak, and it was impossible for the weak to pass the assessment.

Many of these students are masters of fighting, although they have never fought in formal professional boxing, but everyone has a human life in their hands, and the most are murderers.

Just like Zhang Tie, when he committed a murder in his own country, and then was cornered, he was favored by the middleman of the Kham training camp and was recruited into the black fist training camp.

In the Siberian training camp, students who do not pay tuition fees need to fight ten boxing matches for the training camp, and more importantly, for the first three years of boxing matches, the boxer can only get 50% of the bonus in the first year, 60% in the second year, 80% in the third year, and only after three years, and after ten unpaid underground boxing matches for the training camp, the boxer can leave the Siberian training camp.

The students who paid the tuition were better, except for three free black market fights for the Siberian training camp, and the rest were free bodies.

However, the annual tuition fee is 100,000 US dollars, which not everyone can take out, so it is extremely rare to pay tuition in the training camp, except for Wang Ben.

Scarface Pushy is quite right when he says that these cadets are waste, dregs, and garbage in society!

Very few of them can go out into society openly, and to put it mildly, most of them no longer have legal status.

Two hundred push-ups were just a warm-up, and then Wang Ben saw what it means to squeeze the potential of the human body.

Carrying 50 kg, he runs five kilometers along the route prescribed by the valley, then climbs another one kilometer, and finally climbs the slope, holding a large 100 kg bucket in both arms, and sprints up the slope of the valley five times.

By the time a cycle was completed, it was late at night.

Everyone was tired, even if Wang Ben's physical strength was super strong, he was tired enough.

When they returned to their residences, many people fell asleep, and they didn't have the physical strength to take a shower, so the whole dormitory was filled with the smell of sweat.

Wang Ben was lying on the bunk, in a bad mood!

More than 200 students were lying in a big house, and the conditions were really bad.

Damn, I'm in the water in my head? Running to this hellish place to train is simply spending money to find guilt!

Moreover, can you improve your strength by just squeezing physical training?

Wang Ben was very depressed in his heart, if the Siberian Black Boxing Training Camp was just training like this, it was really unknown whether his strength could be improved.

Soon, the snoring sound sounded in the dormitory, and Wang Ben could not sleep, so he could only start to practice his own method of breathing to recover his strength.

Maybe it was because they first came, and everyone was relatively silent at first, but when the dormitory was quiet for more than ten minutes, some people couldn't stand the loneliness anymore.

Lying on Wang Ben's left was the Chinese who answered Scarface Pushi's question, only to see him turn over, and suddenly asked softly: "Hey, buddy, are you Chinese or Japanese?" ”

Opening his eyes, Wang Ben glanced at the other party lightly and did not make a sound.

"Damn, it's a Japanese! Waste my expressions. Shaking his head helplessly, the kid muttered in a low voice.

"Little Japan, do you know who grandpa is? Call Grandpa to listen. He saw that Wang Ben didn't make a sound, rolled his eyes, and shouted to Wang Ben with a smile.

Wang Ben has a feeling of wanting to laugh, this kid is so funny, it seems that he is also a master who loves tossing, and he can't bear loneliness at all.

"What's your name?" Wang Ben said lightly.

The kid next to ......him sat up with a sigh and said in surprise: "You are Chinese!" ”

"What do you say?"

"Great, my name is Liu Fei, my family is from the northeast, everyone likes to call me Liu Yidao, I heard that the training here is very terrifying, we are all Chinese, take care of it more in the future, I heard that people often die here." Liu Fei whispered.

Wang Ben smiled bitterly, indeed, there was a mortality rate in the Siberian Black Fist training camp.

Every student who enters the camp is told that there will be deaths here, and the mortality rate is about 20 to 30 percent.

Seeing that Wang Ben didn't say anything, Liu Fei shouted with some reluctance: "Dude, which province is your family from?" Don't worry, you're a freshman when you come here, and you don't have to worry about being arrested again, what's your name? ”

Seeing that Wang Ben closed his eyes slightly and stopped paying attention to him, Liu Fei turned around helplessly, muttering in his mouth: "Damn, this kid turned out to be a stuffy gourd, boring!" ”

Lying on the bunk for half an hour, the students began to get to know each other, some whispered, some simply sat up.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and there was a commotion in the corner of the dormitory.

Several students didn't know what was going on, but they actually fought, and several people scuffled with each other and let out angry roars.

There was a lot of movement, but there was no instructor to stop it, which is a bit strange!

Wang Ben frowned, turned his head to look at the fighting crowd, and saw five black men scuffling a yellow-skinned Asian, and several other yellow-skinned Asians immediately went over to help when they saw it.

"Ignore them, those guys are Japanese, and they deserve to be killed!" Liu Fei next to him said in a low voice.

Wang Ben was silent for a moment, closed his eyes and stopped paying attention.

Syllable!

Suddenly, the dormitory was brightly lit and all the headlights around it were turned on.

Pushy's face was grim, and next to him, there were four burly men with hideous faces, each holding a whip in their hands.

The whip is not thick, however, there is an electric arc on the surface.

Wang Ben was startled, he had seen this thing before, it was an electric whip, and when it pulled people, the pain could make life worse than death.

The noise in the dormitory stopped, and several students who were entangled with each other quickly let go, their faces turned pale.

Push's scarred face looked very hideous and terrifying under the light, and I saw him smile and said: "Yes, very good, you are all warriors, I was worried that you are all a group of weak chickens, without the slightest fighting spirit, but now it seems that your fighting spirit is very strong." ”

Then, Push's terrifying face smiled very brightly.

"You guys stand against the wall, it seems that my prestige is not enough, let me show you the consequences of violating discipline today!"

Although the voice was not loud, many people knew that someone would definitely be punished next, especially the few who had fought just now, who were so frightened that their feet were weak and they were about to collapse to the ground.

There were twelve of them fighting, standing in a row against the wall.

Pushy turned his head to look at all the students, and said with a hideous smile: "You came here to learn to fight, so the more fierce the person, the more I like it, but one thing you must know is that private fights are not allowed here, otherwise, you will be punished!" Now, let's make a longer memory. ”

A big man with an electric whip came to the big black man standing on the far right and whipped it at the big black man.

Syllable......

A strong electric arc on the surface of the whip slammed the big black man's body, and the huge sound echoed throughout the dormitory, making everyone's hearts shrink, and cold sweat unconsciously appeared.

After the voice, the tall black man, curled up, lay on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Slap, slap, slap......

After four consecutive lashes, the big black man only had air intake, and he didn't even have the sound of howling.

Although he didn't die, he had lost half his life, and I believe that the black big man will remember this lesson for the rest of his life.