Over the next two months, as Zhou Dong gained more and more knowledge of warfare and combat, the daily attacks against him did not stop because of the graduation of Israeli martial arts, but intensified, and even machine gun fire, grenades, and poison gas in the secret room appeared one after another. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Not only that, but more importantly, the people of the entire manor seem to become his enemies at any time, the cleaning union sweeping the floor on the side of the road suddenly attacked with knives, the food served by Xiao Mimi may have poison in the soup, Zhou Dong saw all kinds of attacks in the almost endless imagination of human beings, and constantly refreshed his combat level every day.

The first is the shooting technique, which Zhou Dong can do without using the ability to apply the observation and calculation skills he mastered when learning to snipe like Saltkov.

Before shooting, by calculating the atmospheric air temperature, atmospheric pressure, air humidity, wind speed and direction, and the relevant deviation value caused by the velocity and volume of the gun and bullet, and then even with the eyes closed, it can accurately hit most moving targets at a distance of several hundred meters.

Calculation and fighting, this is originally a familiar way of fighting for Zhou Dong, but under the guidance of the professional experts invited by Saltkov, he learned a more systematic and comprehensive knowledge, and further strengthened this way of fighting.

Then there is the result of the counter-attack, Zhou Dong successfully injured three senior brothers in one day after the first and a half months of training, and the growth rate has made these senior brothers envious and jealous, and the methods are becoming more and more ferocious day by day, almost as if they really want to kill Zhou Dong.

However, Saltkov saw these in his eyes, and on the first day of the third month, Zhou Dong gained a long-lost calm, after Saltkov sent a four-person team to attack him, basically as long as they attacked in close quarters, it was impossible to retreat, even if they attacked from a distance, they were very likely to be injured by Zhou Dong's dagger throw or pistol shooting.

In this regard, Saltkov believes that Zhou Dong's automatic defense against attacks in any situation, time, and place has been cultivated as instinct, and the training of Israeli martial arts has officially ended, allowing Zhou Dong to focus more time and energy on completing other courses.

It's not the end of daily life, and the beginning of a few days of quiet life really makes Zhou Dong a little unaccustomed, but since the third month, he has really begun to come into contact with those large, complex, and terrifying "war machines".

Various types of tanks, airplanes, submarines, and Saltykov also had the means to get him to a sea military aircraft that was on standby in the harbor, so that he could learn how to operate the entire warship in three days, and during those three days, Zhou Dong only slept four hours a day.

In the last week of March, Saltkov even got him into an aircraft carrier that was in service, and God knows why he even learned to maneuver an aircraft carrier?

After a whole month of dealing with various steel machines, Zhou Dong felt that he was about to become a robot physically and mentally, and his hands and feet seemed to be clicking when he walked.

In such an extremely fulfilling training and study, Zhou Dong unconsciously found that it was the last day of this manor.

On the battlefield in the morning, Zhou Dong was taking his graduation exam.

Rumble!

Saltykov stretched out his bear-like hands, hugged the dizzy Zhou Dong's waist, and struck a German-style bridge wrestling pose, ready to crush his opponent's will with one blow.

However, just as Zhou Dong was halfway lifted, something suddenly spit out from his mouth, reflecting a flash in the sun, Zhou Dong's right hand quickly pinched it, and then swept towards Saltkov's thick neck!

Blood splattered!

Saltkov felt a chill in his heart, he had already understood what was going on, and the strength of his hands suddenly loosened, originally he was going to plant an upside-down onion on the ground with a heavy impact, and the strong impact would directly break Zhou Dong's neck and vertebrae, so that he would never be able to stand up, but now it was not light or heavy to let Zhou Dong hit the ground.

"Stinky boy, you won."

"No, General, if you hadn't relaxed your strength, my neck would have been broken, and my blade is shallow, so it's unlikely to cause massive bleeding in an instant, and it may not be able to cut the major artery accurately."

"Enough! I say you win when you win! Saltykov shook his head and laughed at himself again: "Don't think I don't know that you hid your strength just now...... But I'm also old. ”

Zhou Dong looked at this Saltkov, who had been with him for three months and had always been as tall as a mountain in his heart, like a malfunctioning robot, and it seemed that only then did he see Saltkov's short black hair, with gray hair.

Time is ruthless, Zhou Dong looked at it like this, thought like this, and felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Saltkov also knew that the time for the two to separate was coming, and he fell silent, staring silently at the black-haired young man in front of him.

"Zhou, you've graduated." Saltykov suppressed the sadness of parting, but seeing Zhou Dong's slightly emotional appearance, he still couldn't help but say: "If you are free, you can also come to see me in the future, I can't drink a bunch of vodka in the basement alone." ”

"I will." Zhou Dong nodded vigorously, returned to his usual appearance, and strode away.

The engine roar of the red BMW, which had been absent for three months, sounded again, and then quickly disappeared.

This mysterious manor on the western outskirts of the capital has once again returned to the cold silence of the past, and the guards patrol quietly as usual, even they feel that today is much colder than usual.

"Ivan, go, come with me for a drink."

"Okay, General."

Steward Ivan nodded quietly, he used to be a non-commissioned officer under the general's banner, in this foreign country, he is the person who knows Saltkov best, and he also knows that this general used to be noble, and he also had many women, but none of them can accompany him to the present, the three sons he once had, all murdered political enemies and enemies one by one, and later were framed by political enemies, and had to stay away from his homeland and die alone.

The black-haired young man had only been there for three months, but Ivan had seen Saltkov smile at his rapid growth more often than in the last thirty years combined.

"Alas, General, I hope that the lad will not forget what he said."

Looking at Saltykov, who was drunk at the table in the underground cellar, Butler Ivan gently put on a blanket for the other party, and then slowly walked down the stairs to leave, after all, he was also an old man.