"Dear customer, happy to serve you, it is my honor to serve you."

Koffler grinned happily when he saw the arrival information of the mobile bank, and even his attitude became polite, completely devoid of the arrogance he had just shown.

Koffler put away his mobile phone and said to Tang Wanshang: "Mr. Tang, your son is as decisive and excellent as you, I am sure that your son will definitely be able to achieve great things in the future!" ”

Tang Wanshang signed a contract with the company, although the amount of money was not small, but very few of it could really be distributed to him afterwards.

And now the $200,000 that Tang Hao promised is considered a "private job" outside the contract, and it is really in his pocket.

$200,000 in remuneration.

If it is in the mercenary market, this is a very dangerous reward for delegated tasks.

And to complete such a entrusted task, it is very likely that you will put your life into it before the money arrives.

What's more, in the "Temple of the Gods", entrusted tasks of this level are generally handed over to T2-level people like the "God of Sleep" Hypnos and the "God of Death" Danadus, and it is impossible for it to be the turn of Koffler.

Many people think that the world of mercenaries is full of gold, and the income of mercenaries is very considerable.

But that's not the case.

The mercenary world is a place where the "law of the jungle" and the "law of the food chain" are interpreted to the extreme.

If you want to survive in the mercenary world, you must first become an employee of a mercenary company of a certain size.

Freelance mercenaries without mercenary companies may be devoured alive before they receive a mercenary assignment.

After joining the mercenary company, the company will arrange entrusted tasks according to the level of the employee.

When there is a commissioned mission, the brokerage and mercenary companies' commissions are removed, and the mercenaries who perform the entrusted tasks can earn hundreds of dollars per day.

And when there is no entrustment, there may only be a few tens of dollars per day for the "subsistence allowance".

A good thing like this, which doesn't need to play with life, just cripples people and can get 200,000 US dollars, is simply too fragrant for employees like Koffler who only belong to the T8 level in the company, and the more the merrier.

……

"Furnace".

The students train in a queue every day, and every other day they have a shooting drill.

After half a month of military training.

Compared with when they first arrived, these college students are less casual and more energetic.

No one cries out about being bitter anymore, and no one is cried out about being tired anymore.

Because compared to themselves, those members of the special training squad who wear gas masks, carry weight-bearing backpacks, and drag container truck tires are really tired.

Gas masks have become the standard in training camps.

A "feast of exotic food" made up of rotten beef, live loaches, and bones of animals or people is served every three days.

There will be people who will be injured in the special training class, and there will be people who will have to withdraw from the special training class due to injuries.

35 people.

33 people.

30 people.

28 people......

After half a month of "hellish" physical screening, only 12 people were left in the 52-person special training class.

In this half a month, the average sleep time of these 12 special training team members is only 2 hours a day, and the remaining 22 hours are in addition to training or training.

In the open space outside the camp of the special training class, Hou Monkey was holding a pistol without bullets, imitating the sound of shooting in his mouth, and quickly drawing his gun to shoot contact.

In order to improve the efficiency of training, Hou also tied a 5-kilogram sandbag to each of his arms.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

“……”

Hou Monkey kept repeating the action of pulling out the gun, loading it with one hand, raising the gun to aim, and pulling the trigger to shoot.

Once, twice, three times......

At the beginning, Hou Monkey could remember clearly that he had practiced, but in the end, even Hou Monkey himself couldn't remember how many times he had done it.

"After practicing physical fitness for half a month, I can finally sleep peacefully, why are you still practicing here and not resting?"

Qin Shi shone a flashlight on Hou Hou, joked with him, and said, "Do you want to become the 'King of Involution' in the special training class and kill others?" ”

"Report ......"

Seeing clearly that the person who came was Qin Shi, Hou Hou immediately put away his gun, saluted Qin Shi and was about to shout "report", but Qin Shi raised his hand to organize it.

Qin Shi pointed to the dark barracks and said to Hou Hou: "You shouted this 'report', and the custodian woke up all the people inside, do you believe it or not?"

When they first went to sleep, they were still unsure, and they were worried that I would throw a tear gas bomb into them in the middle of the night, but I repeatedly promised them that they could lie down and sleep. ”

Qin Shi jumped on the parallel bars next to him, beckoned to Hou Monkey, and after letting Hou Monkey also sit on the parallel bars, he glanced at his arms tied with sandbags and asked, "What are you doing with sandbags tied to your hands?" ”

"I'm shooting too slowly, I want to practice faster."

Hou Monkey scratched the back of his head innocently.

"How fast do you want to practice?"

"Just like you."

Hou Monkey blurted out without thinking, but then he felt that he was too full of words, and changed his words and said: "It's okay to have half the speed of your gun." ”

"How many rounds have you fired since you joined the army?" Qin Shi asked Hou Monkey.

"200 rounds."

Hou Hou crossed his fingers and calculated carefully, looked in the direction of the barracks, and said: "Their special operations battalion may have practiced a little more, and the squad leader who has been a soldier for five years can have a few thousand rounds after training." ”

Hou Monkey sighed with some envy.

Qin Shi untied the sandbag tied to Hou Monkey's arm and said to Hou Monkey: "With this, it is not good to practice quickly drawing a gun and shooting." Sharpshooters, except for a very few who are gifted, are more fed by bullets.

For example, the two 'knife sharpening troops' combat teams that came last time were usually used for shooting training, and the bullets they received were counted by the box.

If the rifling of a new barrel cannot be smoothed and scrapped within a year, it is not hard to train. ”

"Instructor, how many rounds have you fired?" Hou Monkey asked Qin Shi.

"How many ...... have I played"

Hou Hou's question really stopped Qin Shi.

Because Qin Shi himself couldn't remember how many bullets he had hit.

Looking at Hou Hou's expectant gaze, Qin Shi slowly raised two fingers.

"20,000 rounds?"

Hou Monkey had the audacity to guess.

“20…… Ten thousand...... bar. ”

Qin Shi gave a conservative answer.

And the actual number of bullets I have fired is definitely more than this number.

"200,000?!"

Hou Monkey opened his mouth wide and looked at Qin Shi in disbelief.

Qin Shi jumped off the parallel bars, raised the sandbag in his hand at Hou Hou, and said, "I took this thing away, and it is not good to practice guns with this."

If you really want to practice your guns, wait for me here tomorrow night when they fall asleep, and I'll teach you some tricks. ”

"Yes!"

Hou Monkey jumped off the parallel bars, saluted Qin Shi, and said, "Thank you, instructor!" ”