"Hmm." Frey nodded slightly, still following the two of them.

Leaving the recruiting office, he was taken to the back door, and when he walked out of the door, he found a green pickup truck parked in the door.

The young officer pointed to the truck and said, "Go in by yourself, and then drive back when the number of people is full, and wait a while." ”

Frey stared blankly at the truck, then saluted and said, "Yes!" Then he got into the back of the truck.

The people in the back of the car are sitting cross-legged in the car, everyone closes their eyes and ponders, after seeing a newcomer in the car, they immediately seem to be lively, obviously these people are professionals of different identities, college students like him have just graduated, has grown a thick beard, looks more like a miner who tidies up the mines, and it can be seen that from their words, those people have a worried look about the future, some of these people are miners, there is really no food to eat but a way to be a soldier, Obviously, being a soldier also depends on the type of soldier, like the big head soldier on the front line who goes to the battlefield is the existence of nine deaths.

The recruitment of soldiers in the mobile unit is practical, that is, it is necessary to have a skill, even if it is a good gun, and the skill of fighting is also counted, in other words, Frey does not know which point he was confused and followed the instructions to go to the mobile unit, although he was a mecha unit in his previous life, there is a difference between the two, obviously he also knows the food deviation of the mobile unit, and he is really a soldier who survives in an extreme environment.

"Hey, that's you, bearded, did you mine before? Actually, I think we can be friends, who told us to look like civilians, my name is Nordsty, what's your name. ”

The curtain fell, and the vision in the rear car looked a little dim.

However, in the dim vision, Frey felt as if someone had suddenly kicked him in the heel, and when he opened his eyes, he heard a voice next to him as if it were talking.

"Hello, Nosdi, my name is Frey, I'm not a miner, but one thing you're right, I'm a civilian, and it's nice to meet you." Frey responded with concern.

The other side received a response, but immediately sighed slowly and said, "Beard, you look quite old, like a miner, are you repairing water pipes?" ”

"It's not a water pipe repair, I'm still unemployed, I was a college student before, and I'm a little too old, don't mind." Frey smiled awkwardly, sensing a hint of strangeness, wondering how he knew he had a beard and a good look in the dimly lit room.

"Haha? Well, now everyone has it, but I was wrong. Nostead replied with a smile.

"Uh, I have a doubt? You can answer for me. Frey asked tentatively.

"Oh? Ask, even though I know what you want to ask, I'll answer you like this, based on a minimum of polite responses. Noste's voice continued.

"How do you know that I have a beard, it's so dark here, I don't know what you look like, you saw it when I came up?" Frey said.

"Huh? There's no need to do that, I'm born blind and can't see, but I know what you look like, and I don't have to ask anyone here, I know their details, it's my special ability, don't be surprised, because everyone here has that ability. ”

Noste's voice was still very reactive, and the others in the audience smashed their lips impatiently, as if arguing for them to sleep, and turned over and twisted into the corner and fell asleep.

"Psychiatric."

The corners of Frey's mouth murmured a little sound that only he could understand, and at this moment, he suddenly remembered that a friend he used to have this ability, but only when they didn't communicate with each other did they have a face-to-face at a graduation ceremony, and after graduation, except for a few classmates, there was no information from the others.

"That's right, that's what I'm called, I'm the kind of person you say you say." Noste said proudly.

"Can a blind man join the army in this era?" Frey was curious.

"Well, frankly the troops we are participating in are special forces, theoretically mobile forces, in practice? A special unit in the skin of a mobile unit. A voice should come to mind, as if the language that had been engraved in the mind gradually emerged.

"Well, it's okay, isn't it illegal? Uh, I mean deception? It's not friendly. Frey thought for a moment.

"You are too naïve, what is the army, they face us newcomers, like an old wolf facing a helpless little sheep, and will even go all out to deal with us, besides, our team, its existence was originally an unofficial force authorized by the provisional government..."

"It's... So what do they want us to do. Frey thought.

"What's this? I can predict a little bit by imagination, but I still can't parse them all, and besides, the contact time with them is only a few seconds, and I am still an incomplete psychic sensor, born blind, so the information I collect is a little incomplete. The soft voice quickly became serious again.

Psychic people are roughly divided into two main abilities: hunch and radar.

Among them, the controller has relatively high innate requirements in the proportion of the corresponding brain.

But it is undeniable that the ability of the controller is the output, and it is to transform the spiritual consciousness concretely as an offensive humanoid spiritual killer.

Premonitions are one of the most common systems among psychics, but their ability to spy on people's hearts and send words with brain waves is a bit terrifying, and almost no one dares to lie in front of them without being detected.

"You said that everyone who comes here has special abilities, and I also have this ability, why don't I know?" Frey asked.

"Huh? I can't answer this question, it's strange to say, I don't see any special shining points in you, it's even about the same strength as a field soldier at the genetic level, but in any case, don't deny the verdict and judgment of those people, you are a successful person, continue with this idea in your heart, everyone who comes here must have a skill, so even if you don't have it now, it doesn't matter, there will still be it in the future. ”

"Okay, I can't talk to you much with this ability, I'm tired now, I need to sleep." With that, Noste's voice suddenly disappeared, and the feeling of his head being scanned suddenly disappeared.

There was no more noise around, as if everything was happening, the snoring of the men was louder than thunder, and the group of people in the darkness was like a bunch of homeless people, some of them still smelling of foul smell, and they were able to fall asleep thanks to huddled together.

After that, the car was sent to a few recruits again, and soon after, the truck engine started like a manic beast, the car drove smoothly on the car, and after the newcomers looked around, they selectively shrank in the outer corner and whispered, fortunately, the people in the car were easier to talk, and did not dislike them for being too noisy or anything like that.

There were no bumps along the way, and the people in the car were sleeping lifelessly, and Frey was half-asleep and resting with his eyes open, which brought him a lot of convenience, not only to recover his strength, but also to think about what happened or what was going to happen to make a psychological warning.

In less than ten minutes, the speed of the car gradually slowed down, Frey thought tentatively and moved his body to look out, thinking "Is it here?" Suddenly, there was a knocking sound between the two walls, and the superimposed sound reverberated back and forth between the iron walls, making it difficult for the eardrum to adapt.

"Sleep and sleep, it's the same as a dead pig, get out of the car, what is the difference between you waste who can only hold a pacifier and a little kid who drinks milk?"

After the tapping, suddenly, a manic shouting sounded outside the car, anyone who heard it would have a trace of uneasiness, Frey's eyes were full of a trace of fanaticism, and he knew this kind of bad talk best, his heart burned, quickly opened the curtain and jumped out of the car, then stood up and said respectfully: "Report, sir, the reservists report to you." ”

"Alright, bearded, it's useless to slap the sycophants, maybe you should find a bar to seduce the lost girl with this passage, but in front of me, as long as you say the following things, report to the sir, I have something to say... I have some opinions, sir... Be... These words... Do you understand? ”

At this time, a man with a big appearance and three thick colonel-level officials, with a small golden head that was shiny and shiny, had a scar extending from his forehead to his nose bone, and a new style of mechanical arm wrist was attached to his arm, a substitute for the regeneration of the newborn arm, and those mutilated limbs would regenerate themselves in the machine.

The officer was close to Frey's face, and a manic heat and breathing seemed to be felt, and after the words were resonant, Frey silently handed over a polite military salute.

"If they're still asleep, use a high-pressure water cannon to get these lazy pigs and stinky rats crawl out of their filthy holes." The officer ignored Frey and turned his head to call out to his subordinates to the side.

"Yes, sir."

The people in the car ran down one after another, obviously from their movements, it seemed that they did not know what they were about to face, and rushed down at their medium speed, but at this moment, directly below them, several high-pressure water spray guns were set up on the opposite side at the same time, and two or three water jets suddenly sprayed in, and a young man walking on the edge of the door was shot in.

The wailing continued to sound in the car, and at the same time, the officer on the other side suddenly let go of his voice and laughed, "Hahaha, if you don't come out within three minutes, anyone who doesn't come out can go back, we don't need waste here, increase the maximum strength, non-commissioned officer, I'm very disappointed in you, I want you to shoot them back, I don't have the energy and time to focus on these waste, beat them back, tell them to get out, see what those idiots send, a bunch of pigs and dogs..."

Three powerful high-pressure water jets continued to spray, and the wailing sound was intermittent, and the people who climbed out of the car were all soaked, but some people still found the trick to return to the ground, and some people admitted that they could resist the flushing of several water jets by brute force, and if they could pass the test just like this, it was obviously too much to lift the performance of the high-pressure water gun.

The water gun has obviously been transformed, and the power of one-sided close-range concentration can even penetrate bricks, and such a fragile protection of the human body will be bounced out after a stalemate of a few seconds at most under the washing of the water gun.