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"Congratulations, passing the recruit test."

The sound of machinery sounded in his ears, and the fat man's eyes darkened, shifting to an empty scene.

As far as the eye can see, there are houses made of steel standing among them, the ground is neat and clean, and the war machines are parked in the distance, like a military camp.

Before the fat man could continue to look, the mechanical voice sounded again.

"Clearance time: fifteen hours."

"Number of deaths: eleven."

"Clearance Rating: F."

"Comment: Unfortunately, you are not fit to be a soldier."

As the data came out one by one, the fat man's face became darker and darker.

Although he knows his results seemingly, maybe, maybe...... It won't be too good, but it's not going to be bad either!

"Discrimination at this time!" The fat man protested dissatisfied.

As an ordinary person, I was thrown into such an environment, and it would be good if I wasn't scared to death, and I still hope to have any good results?

If it weren't for the fact that the fat man finally found out, he was also a person with a camp, secretly found his camp, stayed with that group of people, and survived two hours to be sent out.

Maybe he's still stupidly running around on the battlefield now!

The mechanical voice ignored him and continued to talk to himself.

"The recruit fails the test and the results are entered."

"Grade entry failed, unable to link to the system."

"The program is malfunctioning, restart."

"The launch was successful, congratulations to you recruits, you have been accepted into the 419 battle."

As the mechanical sound fell, the surroundings seemed to be quiet for a moment. As the fat man looked around curiously, suddenly a voice sounded from behind him.

"Hi, recruit."

"Welcome to Team 419."

The fat man turned around in fright, and saw a figure appear behind him.

It was an officer, dressed in a straight and upright military uniform, with a straight body, like a spear, full of an indescribable, inexplicable heroic spirit.

The fat man looked at his face, but he was quite ordinary, with small eyes, a small nose, short hair, just past his fingernails, and not as handsome as the fat man had ever seen.

The fat man patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that this was a recorded tutorial for the helmet implementation, and it wasn't a real person.

After coming back to his senses, the fat man was a little angry, he entered this system inexplicably, was thrown to the battlefield inexplicably, and died a dozen times inexplicably.

As soon as he thought of the pain of the convulsions, the fat man couldn't get angry, and swung his fist at the man's face.

"I'll go to your uncle's!"

Of course, the fat man didn't hit anyone.

The fist passed through the man's body and landed in the back. The fat man didn't pay attention, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Suddenly, the stiff-faced man's face moved, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a strange smile.

"I'll be in charge of your training from now on, and you can call me an instructor."

"Team 419 is a great team, and it's an honor to be able to join us."

"Although, you're a trash, scum, walking humanoid bucket right now."

"But, here, you're going to be a qualified old driver, oh no, soldier."

"Now, recruit, answer me, were you challenging me just now?"

The man turned around and looked straight at the fat man. The fat man was stared at by his eyes, and his heart was flustered, and he quickly shook his head.

"Very good, recruit, I appreciate your courage, there are very few people who dare to challenge the instructor as soon as they enter the army." The man seemed to sigh.

The fat man's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but protest loudly: "No! I'm not going to challenge any instructors, I'm going to get out, get me out of this damn place! ”

The man ignored him, waved his big hand, and the fat man stumbled, and inexplicably arrived in a martial arts hall.

The man was still the same man, dressed in a military uniform, and he looked upright.

The fat man was not the fat man, and the military uniform on his body was replaced by a set of practice uniforms, which were wide and fluffy, and the cover on him was like a blown ball.

"Soldier, you have five hours to get up close and personal with the instructor."

"During these five hours, you have to do your best to knock out your instructor."

"If you succeed, you will be rewarded, and if you fail, you will be punished."

I don't know if it's the illusion of a fat man, but he felt that the corners of the man's mouth rose even more.

The fat man swallowed his saliva, and inexplicably felt a sense of weakness.

A recruit test will toss him to death, this challenge to the instructor, isn't it to make him die?

"Neurotic! Fight with whomever you like, I'm not playing, fat man, send me out! The fat man yelled.

The man ignored him, and suddenly, the man moved.

The man's speed was very fast, and the fat man's eyes flickered, and when he looked again, the man had already arrived in front of him.

The fat man's eyes widened as he saw the man throw a punch at him.

The punch was unremarkable, and the fist was so fancy, swung towards the fat man.

The punch was so steady that the fat man could see the thick joints on the fist, and there was no trembling in mid-air.

Bang!

The fat man didn't react at all, and he was hit hard with his fist.

A heart-piercing pain spread to the fat man's brain, and the fat man only felt that his breath was stagnant, the blood seemed to stop flowing, and the brain was deprived of oxygen, and the next moment he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

When he woke up from the resurrection point, the fat man stared at the man with a black face.

The man still looked unfazed, standing in the middle of the field, stretching out his hand, palms facing each other, palms back to the outside, and shaking towards the fat man.

The fat man shuddered, and the pain that frightened him seemed to hit him again.

He couldn't have imagined that he would be sent directly to the resurrection point under that punch!

The fat man looked sad and angry.

He can endure other insults, he can endure the discrimination of others, but he can't stand the beating and scolding of others!

Because...... He! Fear! Hurt!

The thought of being locked up in this dark room by this damn pervert and abused for five hours made the fat man feel sad.

"I'll fight with you!" The fat man shouted angrily and rushed towards the man......

……

Cracking sound!

There was a sound of chairs tumbling.

The lights were on, and in the dark room, the fat man was propped up on the table with a weak face, panting heavily.

His face was pale, and his fat face was covered with sweat.

The summer shirt seems to have been fished out of a pond, and it flows down drop by drop, drawing a circle of water on the ground.

After a while, the fat man wiped his sweat, walked to the corner of the room, took a large bottle of water from the palm-sized iron kettle, and poured it into his mouth.

After filling two bottles in a row, the fat man carried the empty kettle, staggered to the chair, and sat on it.

He was distracted for a moment, then slowly raised his head and looked up at the time, nine-twenty.

The fat man remembered that it was 6:05 when he put on his helmet, which meant that it had only been more than three hours now.

And in that space, more than twenty hours have passed!

Subconsciously touched his buttocks, as if he was still aching. The fat man recalled what had happened in the past three hours, and his face turned pale.

Cruel, too cruel! What kind of cruel person does it take to do such a cruel thing to a defenseless fat man!

The fat man's eyes were full of tears, he sniffled, rubbed his red eyes, and raised his fat right hand.

I saw that on the fleshy little hand, there was a new and fashionable metal wrist.