"Dear Jiang, your actions are always so unexpected."

An elderly white man in his fifties, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, with a fat figure and a slightly bulging head, stepped out of the car and approached with a smile. He pinched his palm with a short, thick arm covered with thick hairs and shook it vigorously. I couldn't hold back my excitement and said loudly: "Welcome to Africa." ”

Fletcher. Sdolwan. The fourth largest French arms dealer in the underground world. It is also a source of weapons that the armies of some small African countries must rely on.

The tired Jiang Wanqi tried her best to squeeze out a reluctant smile: "I didn't expect that the feeling of sitting in the bottom bilge of a freighter and traveling around the world was even more uncomfortable than going to hell." ”

Hearing this, Fletcher burst out laughing. He patted the other party on the shoulder affectionately: "Get in the car!" I've arranged a qiē for you. ”

On the outskirts of the city, there is a white villa wrapped in palm trees. On the surface, it does not differ from ordinary buildings in any way. However, if the curious person wants to take a closer look, they will be shocked to find that those black-clad guardians hidden in every corner of the villa can instantly beat themselves into a tattered human flesh sieve.

Steaming zelhu steak, tender and delicious trout loin with dried fruit, tantalizing foie gras cakes, freshly picked fruit and chilled French red wine in an ice bucket. All the delicious food on the table made Jiang Wanqi, who had just finished taking a shower and was wiping the wet hair on his head with a bath towel, couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion.

As a doctor, you always have access to a variety of different types of patients. Two years ago, Fletcher was accidentally frozen by the FBI for all of his accounts in the United States. At that time, his only daughter with congenital heart disease was in urgent need of money to replace her organs. If it weren't for Jiang Wanqi taking the initiative to advance this medical information, and forcibly changing the order of the old rich man who has not left a few years to live. I'm afraid this girl has already died.

For this Chinese doctor, who was much younger than himself, Fletcher always had a gratitude that could not be expressed in words.

He once wrote a blank check with no limit. But Jiang Wanqi only filled in the normal cost of the operation. Not a single point, not a lot of money.

He also tried to repay his benefactors in various ways, but was rejected without exception. In desperation, he had to leave a secret phone number of his own. Claim: Whatever the doctor's request can be met at all times.

"I need an identity that I can't get found." Swallowing a bite of beef that had not yet been completely chewed, Jiang Wanqi exhaled a long breath: "The best, there is also a job suitable for me." ”

"Work?" The arms dealer sitting next to him said: "How ......?"

"I know what you think. You're going to give me a lot of money and I'm going to live my life incognito. Jiang Wanqi, who broke through the other party's thoughts, took a sip of cold red wine and continued: "However, this is not the life I want. I want revenge. I want to get back all the things that belong to me! ”

"I see." Fletcher suddenly realized: "You don't have to worry about that. I can help you. ”

"You do owe me a personal favor." Jiang Wanqi stopped talking and looked at him seriously: "However, there are some things that I have to solve by myself." ”

……

The town of Moral is located on the edge of the Sahara Desert. It is also a human settlement that is gradually eroded and swallowed by wind and sand.

Fang Jie, dressed in light yellow desert camouflage, jumped out of the jeep, and his thick rubber military boots stepped on the hot sand, and there was a burst of blazing heat like a roast.

Like all underground forces, in this almost dilapidated town, there is a private army of Fletcher's own.

"A Chinese? Interesting! ”

In the dusty canvas tent, Chris, with his blond hair and muscular muscles, looked up and down the Asian man in front of him with an interesting look. As the most effective mercenary captain under the arms dealer, he always hoped that his boss would send him a qualified team doctor. It's just that he never thought that the new medical officer, who was praised by Fletcher on the phone, would be a yellow-skinned and black-eyed Chinese.

In Africa, most of the people who eat the bowl of mercenary rice are people of European and American descent who are physically strong. Can an Asian who is skinny and no different from a monkey do?

Sensing the undisguised suspicion in the other party's eyes, Jiang Wanqi, who had a calm face, couldn't tell the difference. Pointing to Chris's left leg, he said, "This leg of yours is showing a slight sign of lameness." If I'm not mistaken, it's a muscle strain that I accidentally caused during training in the last few days. If I had used medicinal wine to apply a hot compress to massage at that time, I would have recovered a long time ago. But you didn't pay enough attention to it yourself, and now the wound has worsened. The pain is also much more intense than it was a few days ago. ”

"Your left shoulder is a little unconsciously leaning forward, probably because it was a nerve block caused by a large scratch. If the person who operated on you at that time could have paid more attention to wound debridement, you would not have fallen into this problem at all. ”

"In the end, your eyes are bloodshot and swollen, and there is a fair amount of residue in the corners of your eyes. As a doctor, my advice to you is: smoke less, drink less alcohol, and drink more boiled water. Also, take care of your personal hygiene. Otherwise, even if these eyes are not thrown on the battlefield, you will be blinded by the dust of the desert and the sun. ”

Jiang Wanqi is well aware of the importance of preemptive strikes. Especially for mercenaries who deal with death all day long and have their eyes above the top. Even with Fletcher's repeated attention, if you don't really have something to shake up, they'll just treat you like a pile of useless garbage.

Admittedly, what I just said was very effective.

Everywhere he spoke, Chris would subconsciously look at the relevant parts of himself. The surprise in his eyes also increased. Yes, if you look closely, you can see that there are indeed many people with these wounds. However, it was the first time in his life that he had encountered someone who could explain the reason and the correct treatment.

“OK！ Welcome, distinguished doctor! ”

Unable to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, the mercenary captain opened his arms and hugged Jiang Wanqi's shoulders excitedly in the most enthusiastic way. You know, there are hundreds of mercenary teams roaming the land of Africa, large and small. The number of soldiers exceeded 10,000. However, it is even more difficult to find a few qualified and highly skilled doctors among them. Many of the so-called "team doctors" are just people who know a little about simple first aid such as hemostasis and suturing. After all, a good surgeon who can really make the difference between life and death in a critical moment will only treat the rich and rich with a good salary in the big city. It is impossible to come to Africa, where birds don't, to eat sand.

Like all mercenary teams, the unit stationed in Morar has its own name, the "Wolves of Fire". In the words of the mercenaries, the captain Chris, is their wolf king.

The number of "Flame Wolves" is not large, and the real core team members are only about fifty. Of course, this number does not include the hundreds of mercenaries who are slightly weaker in combat and only serve as auxiliary mercenaries to cooperate with the group. However, for Jiang Wanqi, the team doctor who had just arrived, everyone welcomed him quite well.

A good doctor is, in some sense, the second life of a mercenary. Able to save your life on a battlefield full of bullets. This works more than any God's protection.

The consultation room and rest place prepared for Jiang Wanqi is the best room in town. He did not object to such an arrangement. At the same time, he also made his own request to Chris.

"It is my duty to treat the wounded. I would rather be a warrior, though. ”

Jiang Wanqi's stubbornness made Chris helpless. After consulting his boss and getting a positive answer, there was an additional yellow man with a grim expression in the reserve training team of the "Flame Wolf".

……

The unobstructed sunlight shines directly on the ground, scorching the endless sand dunes to the brim. Walking barefoot on the gray-yellow sand, the tiny grains of sand that sink into the toes are enough to burn the skin into strings of blisters. The heat of floating above the sand dunes is so hot that you want to take your breath.

"run for me. Don't these damn slackers even have the strength to do that? You are still standing and peeing men, were you turned by countless hungry and thirsty women last night? What does it look like to have soft hands and soft feet? ”

Dressed in a camouflage sweatshirt, Gref stood on top of the sand dunes, shouting and scolding. The two-meter-tall head, as well as the bulging muscles from the chest, arms and other parts, made him look like a fierce bear with a hideous face and roaring wildly.

As an instructor of the "Wolf of Fire", Gref's entire training course is almost a strengthened version of the Russian special forces. Unfortunately, there are very few trainees who can pass the assessment.

On the circular slope centered on the sand dunes, a group of unkempt people of different skin colors run. Their expressions were sluggish, and the dust that had been trampled up had slapped their faces, almost completely obscuring their original faces. Except for the barely open eyes, and the nostrils that had to maintain breathing, there was nothing to be found. Despite this, their legs and feet still staggered, and they struggled to move forward under the scorching sun and heat.

"Water, Water ......"

A tall mercenary muttered, subconsciously dragging his heavy legs with an almost mechanical pace. The sand and dust that covered the face had long since obscured the skin's original complexion. Between the two rows of dry, wrinkled, cracked lips that had long since lost the slightest moisture, they just kept moaning hopelessly.

All the trainees were suffering from thirst. At this moment, the thirst for water has long made them give up the hope and longing to enjoy life. Instead, they struggled on the brink of extreme heat and death.

Jiang Wanqi's appearance looks no different from the others. For him, the 100,000-meter Tianhou endurance training is just a physical drain. As for the physiological dehydration caused by the heat, it did not affect him at all.

As a doctor, he was well aware: this condition was not normal.

No living thing on earth can go against the most basic laws of nature. When the outside temperature reaches a certain level, thirst and dehydration will definitely occur. However, from the beginning of his training until now, he has not felt any physical discomfort at all. At most, the sunlight shining directly overhead is so dazzling that it stimulates the eyes to close subconsciously.

This shows that there is no lack of water in the body. The only explanation, I'm afraid, is the mysterious cell that can spill out of the body to form biological armor.

He was even surprised to find that his physical strength had reached an unprecedented state of strength. Whether it's a 50-kilometer weight-bearing off-road or a simple strength test, it can be easily completed. In the past, this would have been unimaginable. You must know that although you usually pay attention to physical exercise, you are far from the requirements of special professional soldiers. The reason for such a drastic change is still caused by mysterious cells.

Based on the identity of the team doctor and the arms dealer Fletcher, Fang Jie easily obtained the relevant medical equipment. With the help of these precision instruments, he reaffirmed his previous judgment.

This is supposed to be a new type of cell that has not yet been discovered by humans. To be precise, it is a kind of microorganism that lives in the human body and relies on absorbing the host's energy. Of course, its "parasitism" is completely different from the conventional concept in the ordinary sense. This kind of cell can adapt to the most basic requirements of the human body, and optimize the reorganization and transformation of the host's physiological circulatory system, bone strength, muscle flexibility, thinking ability, etc. In the end, a near-perfect and powerful human being was created.

In this sense, it is not entirely a predatory parasite. Instead, it's more like a transaction object that repays the host out of gratitude.

Fifty thousand meters of endurance training in the dry, hot desert is an absolute cruel thing. As he reached the finish line, the exhausted mercenaries grabbed the kettles they had already placed, and poured the cool liquid into their throats, which were almost about to breathe fire.

"These damn wretches, it looks like they're going to have to train harder."

Gref, grim-faced, scratched his bald top covered in sand and swore into the bustling crowd. No wonder he's so upset. Endurance training of 100,000 meters is a normal training subject for special forces. But these recruits could barely carry even half the strength. With these people, it is simply impossible to become a qualified soldier through the guò assessment.

In Africa, more people eat the bowl of mercenaries than ants. Of course, each person gets a different commission. From ace fighters who are well-versed in combat, to newbies who are not even familiar with weapons, the difference in commissions can range from millions to thousands of dollars. If you want to enter a first-class mercenary unit like the "Flame Wolf", you have to undergo a series of brutal training. If you pass guò, you will be a qualified mercenary who can get a high salary. If not, you can only suffer in vain and accept the reality of being eliminated.

Gref's job was to find enough fighters from these trainees. Become a substitute for the "Flame Wolf".

Very disappointing. As a result of the initial endurance training, no one should be able to pass the guò. He didn't even feel the need for an armed weight-bearing off-road test ten minutes later. These guys, who are already half exhausted, will not be able to complete the next project.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the eyes of the Russian instructor lit up. The tense and unchanging angry eyebrows also showed a hint of surprise relief.

In front of the well not far away, with an indifferent expression, Fang Jie, who was wearing a camouflage sweatshirt, was holding a military kettle and slowly bringing it to his lips.

Compared to the crazy cow drinks of others, he drinks very slowly and rhythmically. Take a sip of it. It's as if you're not drinking water at all, but tasting some kind of unique drink.

Gref knows that this is actually the most correct way to drink water after strenuous exercise.

Although it takes time to drink lightly, it can ensure that the water is absorbed by the body in a short time, and it will not cause wheezing and coughing due to the sudden drastic change in the temperature difference between the inside and outside of the body. The fluid that flows slowly from the throat is more satisfying to the physiological thirst.

There are many people who understand this. However, very few can actually do it. When the throat is burning and thirsty is about to go crazy, it is difficult for anyone to resist the physical desires and temptations.

"I've finally found a funny guy."

A rare smile appeared on the corner of Gref's mouth as he muttered to himself. Unlike most mercenaries, he knew very well that the yellow-skinned Chinese soldiers on the other side of the border were not as weak as he thought. The combat power and killing intent they possess are definitely comparable to the most powerful armies in the world. It's just that the always low-key and peaceful nature has made those so-called military critics, while paying attention to the comparison of equipment, completely forget about their existence.

Able to keep sanity even when their desires are at their strongest. Such a person is undoubtedly extremely calm and wise. As an opponent, it can only be described as terrifying and powerful.

"It's okay, he's one of ours."

In addition to sighing, Gref couldn't help but think of another question -- what is the physiological limit of this guy? Or how long will he be able to sustain training?

In the eyes of the Russian instructors, the team doctor from China is obviously an outlier. He didn't take the test in order to get into the "Wolf of Fire" and get a big salary, like everyone else. Instead, on the premise of determining that there is preferential treatment, he took the initiative to make a request. From this point of view, he seems to have nothing to do with the term "doctor", which is supposed to represent wisdom. More like an idiot who doesn't understand anything.

Fifty kilometers of armed cross-country is a normal training subject for all armies. However, in the eyes of African mercenaries, this is simply a painful ordeal that is worse than death.

Compared to the maddening heat of the middle of the day, the sun was much weaker towards the evening. The heat trapped in the sand layer is also slowly dissipating. Despite this, the indication on the thermometer still stays between the scales above 35.

Jiang Wanqi ran at the front of the line with an expressionless face. A rucksack weighing sixty kilograms did not seem to have any effect on him. The brisk and rhythmic stride leaves a series of uneven footprints on the gentle sand. But stay sane. Such a person is undoubtedly extremely calm and wise. As an opponent, it can only be described as terrifying and powerful.

"It's okay, he's one of ours."

In addition to sighing, Gref couldn't help but think of another question -- what is the physiological limit of this guy? Or how long will he be able to sustain training?

In the eyes of the Russian instructors, the team doctor from China is obviously an outlier. He didn't take the test in order to get into the "Wolf of Fire" and get a big salary, like everyone else. Instead, on the premise of determining that there is preferential treatment, he took the initiative to make a request. From this point of view, he seems to have nothing to do with the term "doctor", which is supposed to represent wisdom. More like an idiot who doesn't understand anything.

Fifty kilometers of armed cross-country is a normal training subject for all armies. However, in the eyes of African mercenaries, this is simply a painful ordeal that is worse than death.

Compared to the maddening heat of the middle of the day, the sun was much weaker towards the evening. The heat trapped in the sand layer is also slowly dissipating. Despite this, the indication on the thermometer still stays between the scales above 35.

Jiang Wanqi ran at the front of the line with an expressionless face. A rucksack weighing sixty kilograms did not seem to have any effect on him. The brisk and rhythmic stride leaves a series of uneven footprints on the gentle sand.