Although there are millions of alien prawns living on this land, it does not mean that prawns can be brought to normal areas inhabited by humans.

In order to reduce the impact, just out of the ninth district, Shen Sen ordered Carlo and Gunther and others to go back and clean up the follow-up, and he took everyone in the car to the wasteland world again in a blink of an eye.

The pickup appeared out of thin air as if it were flowing blue asphalt, and when it looked at it again, two pairs of tires had fallen to the land of another world.

The pickup truck slowly drove past the location of the warehouse, and gradually came to the residence of Shen Sen's office in the camp.

Pushing the door in, entering the room after a long absence, Shen Sen walked to his chair without saying a word and sat down slowly.

"Remove the bag and bring it up!"

"Yes, Chief!"

Two guards held iron chains, two guards held guns left and right, loaded bullets, vigilantly watched if the prawn changed, they would shoot the prawn at the first time.

Wilson stepped forward and pulled the black bag off the prawn head that had been brought through the door, revealing its true face for the first time in the wasteland world.

“……！”

The moment the bag was taken off, Shen Sen stared closely at the prawn's eyes, watching its expression change.

Sure enough, this prawn is really different from other prawns.

It seemed to be in an unfamiliar environment, and its eyes could see that there was a flash of obvious nervousness and panic.

And at this time, Shen Sen's spiritual energy was vented in this room.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone in the room felt as if they had come to the deep sea thousands of meters below, and the pressure of Tarzan made their legs weak and their bodies heavy.

The prawn also felt the sudden pressure, and its gaze involuntarily shifted, looking at Shen Sen who was sitting in front of it.

"Goo......, Ga!"

The bought prawn looked at Shen Sen, and for a while there was a voice in his chest that didn't know the meaning.

But what everyone didn't know was that in its eyes, the strange human sitting on the chair in front of him was obviously different from all the humans he had seen.

It looked at him, and actually felt the same pressure on him as the queen of his tribe, a kind of oppression from the soul, or from the most instinctive of biological genes.

But the human repression is violent, unlike its tribal queen, which is controlled by genes......

However, just when the prawns began to be stunned, suddenly a piece of information, like a radio wave, was clearly transmitted in their civilized language, in the position where it received neural information.

"Hello, alien guest!"

"Ha, Kaha... Σ(°△°|||) ︴”

(Hello...... What, JPG)

The dark green prawn cautiously spit out half a sentence, but the sound of the magnet grinding abruptly stopped.

What's the situation? This human actually speaks the language of their civilization.

But his surprise didn't last long, and the same message echoed in its brain again.

"Don't be surprised, communication solves all unnecessary problems, doesn't it?"

Shen Sen smiled, gently comforting the alien guest he had bought on the surface, but in private he was still cautiously trying to use psychic broadcasting.

"Is that you? Do you speak our language? You have the same communication skills as our clan queen? ”

The red vest prawn looked surprised with a little excitement, and the dark green tentacles at the corners of his mouth squirmed slightly, looking both weird and terrifying.

However, he seemed to accept this fact quickly, and clearly conveyed his question to Shen Sen with doubts full of methodical speculation.

Shen Sen's eyes lit up, and he finally put his mind at ease, and this alone allowed him to be sure that this prawn had the same intelligence as an educated human.

"You can think so, no matter what, we can communicate more conveniently, right?"

After hearing this explanation, the red vest glanced at Shen Sen deeply, and then turned his head again, and saw the guards with guns around him, and saw the iron chains tied to him.

"Human, why are you arresting me?"

The red vest's footsteps moved back and forth, his tone tinged with panic and nervousness.

"Don't worry, I'm just looking for you to have some questions for you, and when that is clear, I'll consider letting you go." Shen Sen's voice was far-reaching and profound, and it seemed to carry a strong bewitchment.

……

Camp 1123, through the unobstructed window of the office, Shen Sen could see a magnificent scene that had never been seen in this lost land before.

Nearly all the elite men in the camp, about 500 people, gathered in the school yard, sweating in this cold weather.

With wisps of white gas floating in the sky that were condensed into mist by the cold, and the deafening sound of training resounded in the sky here.

"Tell me, are you weak waste!"

"No, no, no!"

"Do you still want to go back in time and live those hungry and precarious days?"

"No, no, no!"

"What do we want, and what do we need most?"

"Victory, victory, victory, final victory!"

"Whose will will lead us to victory!"

"Chief, chief, chief, merciful and majestic chief!"

"Very good, do it again, the speed should be fast, and the posture should be standard!"

"Everyone, all with guns, lie down and aim with guns, the time is thirty minutes, start the timer now!"

On the school ground, the originally handsome Zhang Ting was like a roaring lion at the moment, serious and cold, and ruthlessly issued harsh instructions one after another.

All the able-bodied men in the camp were now facing each other in front of him, guns in both hands, and a bullet casing on the muzzle.

Beads of sweat seeped down their foreheads like dew, then down their eyes, noses, and finally on the already wet ground.

In the cold weather, the devil training from morning to night all day, Zhang Ting used 200% of the requirements to carry out a "rebirth" for them.

The refugees in the wasteland camp will be like a piece of iron slag thrown into the flames under his iron-beaten attitude and complex and scientific training, which will be tempered and turned into a piece of steel.

"Didi!"

The horn of the pickup truck rang out in the hot camp.

Then came Shen Sen, who came here from the office in a pickup truck.

Slowly stepping down from the car, dressed in a black suit with a majestic expression, Shen Sen walked quickly in the direction of the training ground surrounded by Wilson and others.

"Smack!"

"Sir!"

Zhang Ting ran quickly, hit his chest with his right hand in an extremely standard posture, and respectfully saluted Shen Sen with a military salute that he had carved into his bones.

"Why are you here, are you here to inspect the training, do you need me to give you a brief briefing?" Zhang Ting asked excitedly and suspiciously.

"Well, I'll take a look!"

"How's the training, and how much is the gap compared to the previous camp guards?"

Shen Sen glanced at the sweaty people on the training ground, although their eyes were excited and excited to see him, but their bodies were still unmoving, and their discipline seemed to have improved a lot.

But whether it can be used now, he still needs to listen to the judgment of Zhang Ting, the main trainer.

"It's still a lot worse than the guards who have been training for a year, but now it shouldn't be a problem for them to kill the enemies in front of them without changing their faces!" Zhang Ting replied with a serious face.

"Really?" Shen Sen smiled, a little surprise on his face.

"It looks like you've been training well during this time."

He praised Zhang Ting, and then looked meaningfully at the hundreds of people leaning over with guns, and a complicated expression flowed in his eyes.

It is easy to train a person to know how to kill an enemy, but it is difficult to make him kill the enemy efficiently.

And human beings have been militarily doing this for thousands of years, and all the ascensions and improvements have been doing this one thing.

Pursue the highest efficiency to kill the enemies in their way.

"The training is almost over, so let's stop it, they can learn to shoot."

There was silence for a long time, and no emotion could be heard in Shen Sen's calm tone.

"The rest of the learning will be handed over to the battlefield, after all, for death and survival, war is the best teacher!"

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