The Donghuang Corps has never had such a death squad. The reason why I call my new team the death squad ... It was because Ivanov was going to inflict a scalpel blow on the Straker ecosphere that was native to Rus, and according to his estimates, no more people would survive than he had when he marched.

Ivanov drafted the combat sand table. What he said about having no plan is just a joke, how can the senior officers of the Corps who really fought a tough battle have mud legs?

It's no longer the era of individual weapons. Ivanov stares at the 3D satellite image. According to the information given by the Donghuang Corps, the Straker army that attacked the mine did not rush to the mine, but used troop transport equipment unknown to mankind.

The Straker army of the day was by no means a ragtag, but an ace of aces. The combination of troops and the run-in of the attack are quite proficient, and it is likely to be the result of the coordinated attack of several large broods.

If you want to maintain such a consistent pace on the battlefield, humans who can communicate wirelessly can't do it, and it's even more difficult for Si Junzhi, who can't communicate.

So they must have conducted joint exercises several times in advance... Ivanov held a cigarette in his mouth. I only hope that his speculation is all conjecture, otherwise if the uncleared Straker ecosystem is restless and counterattacking, it will be enough for unsuspecting humans to drink a pot.

Along the projected 3D sand table map, Ivanov began to plan the direction of the march. There is no intelligence from the Intelligence Department, no support from the Logistics Department, and no support from the Corps.

Ivanov cut through the complicated and planned a dangerous path. From Levin City, to the Kot Ore Vein, the army went straight down to the Tatsumi Mountains, and then went up the mountain from the slower slope side, and attacked the hinterland of the Sijun Wise People.

Drive straight in, cross three mountains, cross six rivers, and finally have a decisive battle in a place where the giant brood is most likely to be located in a satellite image.

If you can defeat the brood, you will open the portal and return to the portal erected in Levine City. If you can't beat it, you will die in the mouth of Si Junzhi.

Ivanov put down his hand marking the map and slowly withdrew it, his face expressionless. Anyone who knows a little bit of military knowledge is here, and his jaw drops when he sees the marching plan made by Ivanov.

This can no longer be described as gambling. This route can be called a model of outlaw. In the face of the Straker ecosystem, in the face of the most elite troops of the Sjun Homo sapiens, Ivanov chose a blitzkrieg.

With less than 200 troops, it shook Straker's army head-on. The people who can make such a plan are either fools or madmen.

The march route outlined in red on the 3D topographic map looks like a murderous one. The thick and rich red color is overwhelming.

It was destined to be a road paved with blood. or the enemy's. or your own. …… Ivanov did not set off at the first time.

The group under his command needs to be trained. Ivanov's promise to them was that if they could return from the Straker ecosystem alive, the North Central would no longer pursue their crimes, and they could choose to be free or continue to follow him.

The inmates on Alcatraz, in Prison No. 1, in the Centrifugal Inquisition, have a far greater desire for freedom than anyone else.

The degree of difficulty is also far beyond ordinary people. But Ivanov was never afraid of thorns. Borrowing the camp next to the city of Levin as a training ground, Ivanov began his immediate sharpening of his guns.

In order to avoid desertion during training, all members of the death squad buried subcutaneous chips, which were displayed in real time in Ivanov's red electronic eye.

In fact, this also made it more convenient for Ivanov's wartime transfer. After talking heart-to-heart, Jiang Hongru said that as long as the request was not too outrageous, Donghuang Yigai agreed.

The training logistics of the death squad were under the sole responsibility of the Donghuang Corps. Medical pharmacy and Eidium medicine are enough. So on the second day of the prisoners' celebration of freedom, they were called at six o'clock.

After eating the high-calorie meal sent by Levin, Ivanov handed out purple potions to everyone.

The potion contains caffeine, taurine and trace amounts of eridium. It is the fourth generation of the Corps' micro-eridium body enhancer.

It can ensure that this group of dog mongrels is like chicken blood during training. I have to say... Compared with Ivanov's training methods, the training of the Kot militia is as gentle as a big girl.

After eating and drinking the micro-eridium body enhancer, Ivanov took the lead in starting a twenty-kilometer mountain run.

Twenty... Kilometer... It's almost half a marathon. A brief thought of the plan of the march specified by Ivanov, it seems that everything makes sense.

In the first two kilometers, the members of the death squad followed, and from the third kilometer, gradually some people began to fall behind.

Donghuang's supervisor, riding a mountain bike, followed the team at the end, spurring the people who fell behind from time to time.

But human endurance, after all, has an end. Finally, at the fifth kilometer, a well-built daredevil, who said that he couldn't run anything, lay on the ground, gulping for air.

No matter how the supervisor of the Donghuang Corps urged, the fat man lay on the ground and couldn't get up. was kicked twice by the supervisor, and the fat man was a little anxious, but he just had to deal with it, and you have to wait for me to come over, and we will knock it together.

The supervisor had no choice but to pass the news on through the public channel to Ivanov, who was leading the running.

At this time, Ivanov had already run nearly eight kilometers, and when he heard the message in the headset, he immediately ordered everyone to turn around on the public channel and look for the fat man who was tired.

The supervisors of the Donghuang Corps knew that the time had come to make an example of the chickens and monkeys, and they hid aside, planning to see how the death squad would deal with the old oilman.

In less than ten minutes, all the members of the death squad rallied around the tired fat man. The fat man had actually recovered from it, but the public channel Ivanov personally ordered him not to go anywhere.

Seeing that the personnel were in place, Ivanov ordered to report the number. One hundred and ninety-one people, all of them are here. Among these 100 or so people, there are physical mutants with excellent physical fitness, as well as ordinary people.

After running for half an hour, someone was already about to explode their lungs. Ivanov nodded in the face of the phalanx of death squads.

"Yesterday, I went to the Donghuang Building, and I only needed a hundred exoskeleton mechas." The members of the death squad more or less knew the temper of the man in front of them, and no one whispered.

"This doesn't mean that 91 people will go back to prison, it means that 91 people will die on the training ground." Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Ivanov had already dodged to the fat man who had dragged everyone before, pinched the fat man's neck with one hand and lifted him up, then clasped his thumb and raised his index finger, and twisted the fat man's cervical vertebrae with only two fingers.

Listening to the fat man's screams that stopped abruptly before he could scream, the scene was silent. Ivanov threw the fat man's body aside as if he were throwing garbage, facing the silent daredevils, his waist straight.

"I know you're a bunch of garbage, murdering and arson, robbing and raping... There are no innocent among you, and I hope that you garbage will burn the residual heat before you die and make the most of it. Several supervisors of the Donghuang Corps next to him were dumbfounded.

If you don't agree with each other, you will directly slaughter the training members??? This is more tyrant than tyrant.

"It's no different from farting like you trash, so try your best to live a few more days... Keep running. After Ivanov finished speaking, he began to move on without looking back.

The members of the death squad, you look at me, I look at you, surprisingly no one stood up to reason or quarrel with Ivanov, and after a short silence, everyone followed Ivanov's steps and continued to run cross-country.

An imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of Ivanov's mouth. That's right. As expected, it was tough, but everyone managed to run the 20-kilometer trail run.

This group of scum even had a touching scene where one person couldn't run, and the three of them moved forward. In this training, two people were reduced.

One was a fat man who couldn't run and was torn off by Ivanov, and the other died suddenly on the road when he ran fifteen kilometers.

At half past ten, all the members of the death squad returned to the training ground. Ivanov did not punish those who returned to the team last.

But no one is left to chance... Everyone knows that whoever runs behind will die in front. After a brief trim, Ivanov asked Donghuang's paramedics to solve the problem of fluid accumulation in the knees of the daredevils after a long run.

After a break of almost an hour, it was time for lunch. The members of the death squads, who were still celebrating their freedom yesterday, ate their lunches in silence.

One hundred and ninety, half of them will die. Except for two Level 3 Abilities and a few Level 2 Body Mutants, no one knew what half they would be.

Their training is boring and boring. In addition to physical training, there are also fighting, target shooting, and exoskeleton manipulation.

Ivanov trained only in execution and wartime ability. Other than that, it doesn't matter. What bullshit military discipline honor... They are a group of people who run wildly towards death.

…… Three days have passed since the Fierce Man announced his monopoly on tobacco. The bosses on Alcatraz are all on the sidelines. Let's see what kind of death this kid who has spoken wildly and cut off a lot of people's financial paths will come to an end.

Three days passed, and still no one shot at the fierce man. Fierce Man understands that this does not mean that everyone is afraid of him, the rising star of Alcatraz.

What everyone is afraid of is the murderous demon behind him. But... Looking at the current situation, in a short period of time, the head of the prison district has no intention of releasing the devil.

The fierce man has a headache. Now people would rather not smoke or smoke less, and not buy from him. It has the meaning of cold treatment.

What he fears most is not to be able to conflict. In the past few days, with the appearance and departure of Ivanov, the fierce man has figured out one thing.

The Donghuang Corps was not thrown here for Chen Mo to reflect, otherwise there was no need to throw himself in.

The real reason has been told to Chen Mo by the Corps through actual actions. That's – form a team.

Relying only on F113 to keep up with the current veterans, the combat power of the militia regiment is limited after all. The militia is in dire need of powerful new blood who is ready-to-go, has combat effectiveness, and can follow Chen Mo out of Alcatraz Island.

In this way, the militia group will be able to stand up in the future, against whom it is not known. It's just that Chen Mo either didn't buy it, or he didn't figure it out, this isn't... I went back to the little black room to reflect.

So the heavy responsibility that should have belonged to Chen Mo fell on the fierce man. Alcatraz Island... In other words, all prisons are places where violence is celebrated.

The best way to subdue this group of people is to beat them to the point of being scared and hurt. That's why the fierce people will come up with a way to provoke internal disputes on Alcatraz by monopolizing tobacco.

Then rely on this conflict, suppress a group of people, win over a group of people, and figure out who is trustworthy, so that it is easy to do things.

I don't know if these bosses have insight into the thoughts of the fierce people, but until now, no one has had a head-on conflict with the seemingly weak fierce gang.

After some consideration, the Fierce Man felt that he had to go beyond the bounds - he was ready to monopolize the alcoholic beverages on Alcatraz.

On Monday, the prison guards on Alcatraz were counting the purchase list, and the fierce man bought the prison guards with two cigarettes, and went to the office to meet the prison chief during the release time.

Although the little old man of the prison chief was not familiar with the fierce man, he knew that this kid and Chen Mo were all the way. Therefore, it is very polite to the fierce man.

"0119, if I'm not mistaken, your name... Sorghum? ”

"Yes, sir."

"Good name, catchy." The fierce man smiled and stuffed the little old man with a small box of eridium metal sent by the old white man.

"Thank you, sir, for the compliment... I picked it up during the day, and I don't know what it was, so I brought it to the chief to see. The little old man weighed the weight of the metal box, picked the mouth of the metal box with his thumb, and looked at the purple and clear face, and his face became frightened.

"Just talk about it, this thing you picked up is too valuable, keep it for yourself." The fierce man couldn't help but stuff the small box into the prison chief's pocket.

"During this time, thanks to the care, it should be, it should be." The little old man shirked a few times, and when he saw that the fierce man was resolute, he quietly accepted the box, and said, "Then I will be disrespectful... Ahem, if you have any difficulties in the prison area, you can mention it directly, so I'm embarrassed. The fierce man laughed.

He is not afraid of sending too much, but he is afraid that the little old man will not accept it.

"In jail... That's not a glorious thing, you say, right? ”

"Of course." The little old man nodded solemnly.

"These prisoners in the prison are supposed to suffer, reflect on their mistakes, and reflect on their bad influence on society. As a result, because the family gave money, and even drank alcoholic beverages, in this way, where is it still a prison, it is almost a nursing home. Surely you are distressed by this, right? The little old man looked out the window slightly, and nodded again at the fierce man.

"Alcoholic beverages are indeed a bit rampant in the prison area, and no matter which regulations in the north of the central government, it is strictly stipulated that alcoholic beverages cannot enter the prison area! This must be caused by some prison guards who have taken advantage of this situation, and I will investigate it strictly! The prison chief took the cigarette handed by the fierce man: "Your response to this question is very timely, I will report to the warden and strive to reduce your sentence." The fierce man smiled and said: "Thank you, sir, it is everyone's job to respond to the problem of the prison area." But... If alcohol is cut off suddenly, I am afraid that many prisoners who come in because of violent crimes will not be able to accept it. After all, alcohol and tobacco are addictive. The little old man understood what the fierce man meant, but still asked cooperatively.

"That's true, on the one hand, it should not continue to be provided, and on the other hand, if it is not provided, it may cause internal turmoil in the prison area, so what do you think?"

"If the right to distribute alcoholic beverages is handed over to me, I promise to restore the prison system! No more alcoholics and alcoholic beverages! The warden's head looked at the bronzed face of the young man in front of him, trying to see something on his face.

"But the problem of violence in the prison is very serious." The little old man didn't answer the question.

"I'll solve this problem together!"