The atmosphere of breakfast was unusually eerie, and the doctor filled his stomach with fear.

In this place full of Zhangbei virus, there are really not many people who still maintain a red heart like him.

If I hadn't been careful all the time, I am afraid that I would have been mentally polluted by the virus a long time ago.

Today's amusement park is unusually calm.

In order to make amends, he took Xiaomeng to camp in the deep mountains and old forests.

Zhang Bei put one hand into the water tank, ready to continue coiling the turtle.

Well?

How does this feel?

Boss Zhang was silent for a long time, and his eyes gathered in the pool.

"Are you molting?"

The little turtle tilted its head, and a pair of turtle eyes looked directly at Zhang Bei.

It is plated like this every day, and it eats well, how can it not molt?

Zhang Bei's face was melancholy and he thought for a long time.

In the past month, it has been difficult for him to pulp an animal plate.

But who would have thought that this metamorphosis would directly nullify his efforts.

Touching the edges and corners of the turtle shell, Zhang Bei sighed and continued to coil according to the previous rules.

In life, there are always some difficulties.

Little Turtle: I'm numb!

I've changed my shell!

Is that what you're doing?

Compared with the pain of the little turtle, I also feel the same as a group of people who are training at the base.

Since Boss Zhang's script was sent.

Their training patterns have changed.

The original seven-hour military training was reduced to five hours.

Set aside an extra four hours a day to play games.

If this game is fun, forget it.,The key is that it's really inappropriate!

The Tiger Squad, the national special forces competition has won three consecutive times.

Today is their one hundred and thirty-third attempt at the script.

Now they are the number one in the world in terms of progress.

According to Zhang Bei's division, from the three general directions of lurking, rescuing hostages, and evacuating.

They have progressed to the final stage: evacuation.

One hundred and thirty-two experiences, a hundred times have died here.

It's hard to imagine that you face a hundredfold enemy encirclement every day, and even have to experience a baptism of artillery.

The current Tiger itself can't even say how strong it is.

It's okay to hit at least ten of your former self.

The previous battles were all smooth, and as long as there were no mistakes in the coordination, it was easy to rescue the hostages.

But since the hostages arrived, the rest of the way has been troublesome.

The hostage leaving the room will inevitably trigger an alarm.

An entire special squad must not only protect the safety of the hostages, but also successfully evacuate in the three-in-one defense of land, sea and air.

In the early stage, with the small number of people and the complexity of the jungle, it was able to evade the detection of high-altitude drones.

But if you can't break out of the jungle within ten minutes, you will be greeted with infantry and tan, and helicopter gunships will be reconnoitring.

Of course, during this period, the Tigers did not think about delaying until the evening to take advantage of the night operation.

But there are some things you don't know what despair is without trying it.

On the ground, there was a full regiment of mechanized troops, all equipped with thermal imaging scans.

There are high-precision UAVs at high altitudes anytime and anywhere.

The most disgusting thing is that they sacrificed most of their people and finally broke out of the encirclement, and it was not friendly troops that they ushered in.

Hundreds of tanks are densely packed and ready to fire anytime and anywhere.

It was in this environment that the Tigers tried one hundred and thirty-two times.

"Captain, can we rush out this time?"

"I don't know, don't ask me."

The captain sighed and looked at the chair in front of him full of confusion.

He didn't have any other idea right now, he just wanted to know which beast had designed it.

No matter how painful the training is, no matter how high the intensity is, the tiger is not afraid.

Special forces, who hasn't experienced Hell Week?

But this thing can't be carried by will.

At the end of each day, a group of them were all in a trance.

After all, "dying" more than ten times a day, no one can bear it.

The captain knew very well that this thing could theoretically safely get the hostages out.

But throughout the process, the team of eight people had to be precise to the second in every step.

Just the simplest chestnut.

From the first minute and thirty-one seconds of rescuing the hostages, the sniper must shoot the guards guarding the doorway.

The bullet flight time is about 0.8 seconds, and the teammate on the right side of the room needs to kill the guard on the stairs with a single shot in 1.5 seconds.

At the slightest mistake, the alarm will go off.

Then everyone will be encircled.

Not to mention snipers.

The radius of his place was one kilometer, and it was covered by artillery fire.

Not to mention the corpse, the ashes will not be left for you.

After the blow of this time, the captain came up with the idea of retiring from the army.

Seeing that all the players were sitting in their chairs, the captain began to lay out his tactics.

"After rushing out of the building, the sniper must knock out the detectors on the sentry post in one minute and fifty-eight seconds."

"Yes!"

"One minute and fifty-nine seconds, the information team must breach the alarm center."

"Roger!"

"At two minutes and one second, the fire team knocked out the dark whistle in the southeast direction."

"No problem!"

……

After arranging the tactics, the eight people quickly buckled up their glasses and began their daily suffering.

The first fifteen minutes went unusually well, and a group of people rushed into the hostage's room.

The whole process is skillful and distressing.

The hostage was tied to a chair, and the captain walked up quickly and punched her in the face.

"Don't BB I'll take you away!"

Don't think that all hostages are so obedient.

The girl tied to the chair is a reporter with a loud voice.

The Tigers have died at her hands at least twenty times.

If it weren't for the failure of the hostage mission, the captain would give her a shot 100% first.

From this, it can be seen that this punch has some personal grudges.

The hostage was punched in vain, and without saying a word, he let a few people leave with him.

The sniper, armed with a silenced bullet, shot a shot straight to the heart of the guard.

Tightly for a moment, the figure that had just appeared on the stairs was also put down.

The captain lowered his voice and pressed the headset.

"The sniper knocks out the detector and moves quickly, and the fire team prepares to break through!"

"Roger!"

Without any mistake on the part of anyone, the Tigers quickly burrowed into the jungle.

The captain glanced at the time, dragging the hostages and sprinting forward.

"We have seven minutes and twenty seconds left, and the sniper must rush out to cover us in three minutes."

"Transferring, expected to arrive at the designated location in two minutes and fifty-one seconds."

"The information team reports on the current situation."

"There are still five minutes and fifteen seconds left for the siren, and eleven minutes for the mechanical troops to form an encirclement."

Under the rapid sprint, a group of people soon came to the key point.

The current time is seven minutes and thirty-one seconds, and there are still 530 meters to the evacuation point.

The captain turned around and punched the reporter in the mouth, pressing her head and lying on the ground.