The next time I saw Ginger Ale was at the empty special training ground for federal agents.

Ginger Ale was still dressed in the bookish shirt and trousers, and after seeing Lin Cheng and Elena appear, she gently pushed down the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose and set her eyes on the several half-person-high platforms that rose beside her.

Lin Cheng followed the gaze of the ginger soda, and only saw all kinds of things neatly placed on the table.

It includes a black suit, an umbrella, a lighter, a black suitcase, a short whip, a pair of glasses, a watch, a brooch, a ring, a pocket watch, a steel ÷, a baseball bat, and a box of chewing gum.

"Tsk, did you get to the classic bridge so soon, O, where is my Aston Martin?"

Seeing this, Lin Cheng smacked his lips, the corners of his mouth hooked a little arc, and made a little joke.

He had already seen that the purpose of Ginger Ale calling him over was to introduce him to the props developed by these federal agents through high-end technology, so he used a meme from the James Bond movie series of Super Agent "007".

He compares himself to James Bond, and the person who introduces him to the new gear is naturally the chief technical advisor codenamed O in MI6.

"Reality is not a series of 007 movies, Mr. Lin, these are the new things you have to learn."

Ginger Ale didn't pay attention to Lin Cheng's little jokes, but began to introduce him and Elena to the things here.

"This is a bulletproof suit, Mr. Lin should be very familiar with it, I won't go into too much detail, skip directly, this umbrella also uses bulletproof fabric of the same specifications as bulletproof suits, which can withstand pistol bullets below .45 caliber."

She skipped the black suit, picked up the black umbrella, and held it open.

"The handle is a breech cast by a special process, which can fire 9mm caliber bullets, but it can only fire one shot at a time, and it needs to be manually disassembled and reloaded, although it is troublesome, but it can also be of great help in an emergency."

"This is a lighter, in addition to ignition, it is a miniature high-explosive grenade, and a nine-millimeter submachine gun is hidden in the suitcase, and the box can be turned into an explosion-proof shield large enough to protect a person's body."

"The glasses have a hologram system, which can identify the enemy's body temperature characteristics through the sensor equipment on the edge, so as to achieve the purpose of see-through images, and this electronic watch, in addition to the normal function of the watch, is also equipped with a Geiger counter and a flashlight to provide energy."

"On top of that, it can also fire miniature anesthetic needles."

With the introduction of ginger ale, the functions of these magical agent props were gradually revealed in front of Lin Cheng and Elena.

"The shape of the brooch is the emblem of the Federation Heroes Distillery, which is actually a bugging device, the ring has a high-voltage discharge function, which can directly put down an adult, and this - a noose with its own high-voltage current, which is enough to cut off the human body."

The skills of the federal agents are still trustworthy, and many of the funny props don't even have the League of Assassins.

Lin Cheng slowly picked up the silver Zippo lighter, thinking about whether to copy some design drawings for the fox to see, and finally gave up this tempting idea, after all, the Assassin League is a group of killers and not a group of agents, and the circle is different, so it's better not to rely on it.

"And finally, I'm going to introduce you to someone."

The tone of the ginger soda paused slightly, and his eyes fell on Lin Cheng's body.

"Who?"

Lin Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then asked with some curiosity.

"She's talking about me - I've heard that there's a new killer turned young man, and I've wanted to see it for a long time."

There was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him, and at the same time, there was an adult man's voice, Lin Cheng and Elena both turned their heads, and at the entrance of the training ground, a middle-aged white man in a dark suit happened to appear, slowly approaching.

The man was about thirty-five or sixteen years old, wearing a cowboy hat of the same color as his suit, with a confident smile on his face, and a pair of mustaches on his lips.

"This is the best agent in our field department, codenamed Whiskey, the head of the New York branch, and is currently on leave."

Ginger ale makes a simple self-introduction to the whiskey.

Lin Cheng was a little surprised, he didn't expect that the poor guy who was thrown into the meat grinder at the end would appear so early, and at the same time, he was also very curious, why did this whiskey appear at this time, and what did his appearance represent?

"Champagne said that your situation is special, let me be in charge of your second phase of training program, to make you grow into a qualified federal agent as quickly as possible, I don't know what your ability is, and the easiest way is - let's fight."

As he spoke, Whiskey took off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and placed them on the table next to him along with the cowboy hat on top of his head.

It can be seen that this top veteran agent in the field department seems to be a little uneasy about Lin Cheng, a killer who changed careers halfway, and is ready to test his combat effectiveness in the training ground to see if he can pass his test, he is really worthy of becoming a member of the organization.

"Oh, do you want to fight, how do you want to fight?"

Lin Cheng was also interested.

In the past six months, he has been soaking in the library to tutor various cultural knowledge, if he doesn't move well, his body is about to rust a little, now is a good opportunity, he decided to have a good competition with the other party, relieve the pressure.

"How about cold weapon fighting, don't make any restrictions, until one side stops."

As he spoke, Whiskey's gaze fell on Lin Cheng's face, and a look of excitement appeared in his eyes.

Whiskey has been working in the field service of federal agents for more than ten years, and has experienced all kinds of large and small battles, whether it is hot weapons, cold weapons or unarmed weapons, the combat experience can be said to be very rich.

At the same time, he was also very interested in the young man in front of him who was born as a killer but dared to provoke him.

"Ok, I promise!"

Lin Cheng smiled and nodded, as if thinking about what weapon to use to fight.

What whiskey didn't know was that Lin Cheng was quietly thinking about whether his Jedi Knight's lightsaber was a cold weapon, and if he took it out, would this old agent just stop and beg for mercy?

Until the end, Lin Cheng sighed slowly, his hand pretended to reach into the inner pocket of the suit, but in fact, he summoned the flame-painted Lego M9 saber dagger from the building block space, held it tightly in his hand, and stared at the whiskey opposite.

A smile appeared on Whiskey's face, and he took a slow step to the left, lifting the hem of his suit to reveal a wooden stick.