"Steel must be practiced, iron must be beaten, get ready!"

"Steel must be practiced, iron must be beaten, and swords must be sharpened............"

A phalanx of different heights and races, but with extraordinary spirit, is conducting pre-meal singing training in front of the No. 1 canteen of the Atlas Mother Base.

"Good, very energetic!" Cormac, who was in charge of training them, waited until everyone had sung three times at the top of their voices before nodding, and then waved his hand, it was time to cook!

As an international military contractor, Atlas's personnel are very diverse, so the dishes in the canteen are also varied, although the canteen also needs to swipe the card, but the meal money is completely worthy of the dishes, meat, vegetables, eggs and milk, flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, everything, so the first thing that the elites of these countries who come here for training fall in love with is this large canteen that can accommodate 3,000 people at the same time.

Cormac walked up to the second floor with a plate and a drink, and saw his boss sitting comfortably by the window sucking lemonade from a cup, in front of a half-eaten vinegar fish, an elbow and a rice.

"That's all?" Cormac placed his stack of plates on the table and sat down across from Fisher.

"It's just an appetizer, and I'm wondering if I'll have another Mexican chicken wrap or a sukiyaki later, and the Ducky guy said he left me ten pounds of Wagyu beef!" Fisher put down the glass and shook his left hand, and the robot waiter, who was wandering around in the distance, immediately ran over and filled the cup.

"It must be a chicken wrap!" Cormac picked up a fork and picked up a large lump of noodles and meat mixture, then swallowed it in one gulp.

"Beef is waiting for the New Year, let's have dinner together!"

"Then I have to let the logistics pull over a dozen more, otherwise it won't be enough for you to eat!"

"Hahaha, then I'll book one first, and then set up four pots and eat them together!"

"Then I'll double it for you, just find a master to make you a bathtub the size of a bathtub, and you can lie in it and swim while eating!"

"Hahahaha!"

With that, the two laughed together.

"How's that for these guys?" Fisher picked up the dishes and chopsticks and pointed at the elite astronauts below who were indulging in dry rice and couldn't extricate themselves.

"It's very strong, they have basically received systematic training, the foundation is very solid, many of them have thousands of hours of flying time, and now they are exposed to new things, and they still learn very quickly, like a sponge!"

"After all, a country selects carefully selected talents! It's definitely going to be a little better! Didn't you have any conflict with our students? ”

"Yes, but I didn't use my fists and feet, but I planned to win and lose in the first assessment this weekend, and I heard that they also took their own ration coupons as a bet!"

"That's a lot of blood!" Fisher nodded thoughtfully, in fact, he also has another meaning for technical support to various countries, Atlas This ship is not only dependent on him as the leader, everyone can not relax, since the battle of New York, Atlas is unique in the field of air and space, in the short term, everyone can still rely on excitement to rush, in the long run, they have become salted fish, Fisher gives some technology to various countries, which can make the elites under his eyes above the top have a sense of crisis.

As for the ration coupon, it doesn't matter, this thing doesn't matter, this is an internal benefit that every soldier has, you can use the coupon to travel to any country where there is an Atlas military base, many soldiers are not married or don't like to travel, you can also use this coupon for other benefits, such as new appliances, or converted into cash, then this is nothing to bet on.

"Yes, what kind of subject is it for this weekly exam?"

"First aid and damage management control in a weightless environment, we don't go to the simulation warehouse, and we plan to transfer a frigate for practical operation!" Cormac said.

"This is okay, if our people lose, give me to practice to death, if they win, also give me training to death!"

"Naturally, those guys have the energy to bet and make trouble, which means that the amount of training is not enough, I have already added material to the plan for the second week, and they will know when the time comes!"

"I like this!"

Not only Atlas's space forces, including fighter units, marines, and even logistics units have successively increased various assessments and training, and they have to rush into the desert once in three days, although Atlas has the best equipment and the best weapons, but Fisher requires that the people who operate these equipment must also be the best!

If nothing else, then Fisher will have been supervising Atlas's large-scale military training until the New Year, but the east is not bright and the west is bright, the Hydra that was hit by the aliens is no longer making trouble, and the Avengers are turning up the water again, strictly speaking, Stark!

"Order a battleship-class pulse acceleration cannon?"

Fisher looked at the report that had just been handed over and was puzzled, this kind of order Atlas usually accepts is basically an internal order, or a national level, but the Stark Group needs a pulse accelerator gun that can only be used on a battleship is a bit strange.

"Does Stark know about the murderer of his parents and is ready to shoot him?"

Fisher automatically made up the scene where Stark sitting on the turret looked angry, and the scene where the American team and the two of them parted from each other in front of the muzzle, hoping that they would die first, it was really tearful!

"Stark, what the hell are you doing? What do you want that thing for, bombard the White House? ”

Lu Xun said that if you encounter something you don't understand, you have to figure it out, so Fisher called the other party directly and asked clearly, if the other party really planned to bomb the White House, he could also send the other party a few missiles as gifts.

"How is it possible, what's the use of smashing the White House? Fisher, I made it! Stark on the phone looked a little tired, but very energetic.

"Make what? Are you flying leaves? "Fisher is confused, he and Pepper have succeeded?

"Congratulations, then I'll be a godfather to my child!" Fisher opened the drawer of his desk, and inside was a silver M1911 pistol with an ivory handle, which could be used as a gift!

"What kid, no, it's a mech, Fisher, I've already built that thing!" Stark was a little anxious when he saw that he hadn't reacted yet.

"Mech, oh, mech?" Fisher suddenly remembered the satellite he had put in place after the Battle of San Francisco.

"No, you really made this thing?" Fisher looked at each other incredulously.