Chapter 100: You Can Easily Conquer It (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

  The instructors wanted to remind Zhang Shidong, you've been pouring for half a day, don't be distracted, if you continue to be distracted, these people will all be finished. It's so cold, with such heavy snow, even the Iron Man can't hold on. The ones in front of us are all national treasures.

  "Sir, it's enough, if we continue like this, something will really go wrong."

  "Coach, I really can't take it anymore, it's too cold and our clothes are all frozen."

  Zhang Shidong seemed to have suddenly woken up, completely forgetting about the matter. He turned off the sprinkler and waved his hand at the hundred or so people who had already started shivering: "The small playground over there and the big one inside are all covered in snow, and no one has swept them clean. You guys run, when you've trampled down the snow, then stop. Hurry up, what's with the daze, hurry and run!"

  He started running with a hidden head, followed by the icebergs and sea ice beside him, biting his teeth, enduring the cold, twisting his body to make the icy parts on his clothes shatter quickly, not letting the stiff and hard clothes affect his next move.

  Xue Lin and the three people beside him followed, closely followed by Tongtong and Yan Xiaoer, who was still chewing bubble gum with a proud face. Niuyong Shou also followed, shouting "I'm going to die!" The several big hands that had been revealed in the training base moved, and the entire team started moving. A large group of people ran wildly, using their movements to shake off the cold air on their bodies. Soon, they opened up a path, and the water on their feet and bodies fell to the ground, forming small snow caves. Over time, these snow caves froze, and as more and more people trampled them, they accumulated into a mixture of ice, water, and snow that gradually spread out to both sides. The mixture was also cleared away by the flying ice and snow kicked up by the footsteps, which had a cleaning effect.

  "Aren't you bored? Tonight, let's see how capable you are. I'll give you a chance to prove that you don't need to stay here anymore. If you can do it, I'll let you leave with your heads held high and become heroes. But I'm afraid... this is just a small city training ground, and you still can't conquer it?"

  No one noticed Zhang Shidong, who was driving to the assembly queue, sitting on top of the car again between the small playground and the large playground. Others were running and exercising to resist the increasingly heavy wind and snow, while he sat quietly in the cold wind and snow, sitting on the increasingly cold car roof.

  Ten minutes, half an hour, one hour...

  People outside were eating, drinking ginger soup and taking medicine. There was a special armed police medical squad providing logistical support. The time they were sprayed wasn't long, and they soon recovered. They quickly put on military cotton coats and changed into military cotton shoes and walked out. With a hint of reluctance, they looked at the big gate leading to the training ground. Thinking that they had lived inside for more than half a month, they unconsciously stepped forward to the gate, wanting to take a look inside. However, the instructor inside inserted a temporary bolt lock, and the cold collision sound struck every person's heart. Inside, it was no longer theirs.

  "Hmph, what's so great about it."

  "I'm not even thinking of going in, you're inviting me but I won't go."

  "It's just a waste of time here, no different from being a guard outside, I don't believe they can train anything out of us."

  "Exactly, where else can't we train like this? We brave the wind and snow here?"

  The buzzing discussions started, the instructors stood with their hands behind their backs, listening to the discussions in their ears, but such thoughts floated in their minds: if they didn't care, why were they still standing here watching?

  Continuous running, when the ice and snow had all melted into water droplets that were shaken off onto the ground, a faint sweat began to seep out from within my body. The extremely uncomfortable feeling I had initially was replaced by a growing sense of fatigue. An hour's worth of running on the ground that was incredibly slippery, entirely covered in a mixture of ice, water and snow. Every step I took would send splashing up more and more dirty mixtures of ice, water and snow.

  Some people started to get mischievous, starting to drag their feet while running, using the tips of their toes to push forward and run, bringing up a large splash, the flowing water on the square getting bigger and bigger, flowing into the shallow ditch beside.

  The wind stopped, the snow stopped, and the sun came out. Outside the training ground, the cheers of the eliminated soldiers rang out. The accumulated snow on the ground had not been cleaned up, but Zhang Shidong had already driven out from inside.

  "Hey, take this, it's ginger soup, drink up."

  Outside, people kept throwing military canteens inside, all of whom had suffered inside. It was still a while before lunchtime, and in the simulated urban warehouse with temperatures at most minus ten degrees Celsius, the cold and heat alternated continuously. It would be strange if no one got sick. Everyone looked forward to the counterattack tonight, waiting to slap that rascal's face hard, saying everyone had no skills, tonight let you see what a city alley battle is like.

  The instructors pretended not to see and allowed people outside to throw ginger soup into the training ground, relieving those inside of their urgent thirst.

  Zhang Shidong parked his car on the side of the road a few hundred meters away from the training base and answered the phone that had rung many times.

  "Dong Ge, my dearest, you've finally picked up my call, oh, baby, come give me a kiss." A loud and boisterous voice came from the phone, Zhang Shidong immediately erupted: "Get out of my sight, stop talking to me like that, you're just a purebred gay man, stay away from me, or next time I'll send you to Africa."

  "Okay, I don't like attacking lately, so it's just right to go try out a black man's big JJ."

  Gasp!

  Zhang Shidong directly inserted the phone into the speaker, turned up the music in the car to the maximum volume, a wild DJ music sounded, then casually lit a cigarette, started the car, glanced at the snowy ground outside the window, stepped on it, rushed in a certain direction, and fiercely spat out.

  In the snowy ground, a white figure like snow, exceeding ten meters of distance, ordinary people can't find it at all. It's moving swiftly on the snowy ground, and where it passes by, strange marks can be vaguely seen, neither footprints nor heavy objects, but like a piece of glass being slapped against the snowy surface, forming an uneven, rough cross-section. When the wind blows, these marks disappear along with it.

  Until the car reached the edge of the city's dense buildings, Zhang Shidong stopped the car, lit a cigarette, opened the window, and let the cold wind blow in. It had been a long time since he'd felt this way. The days of fighting against the blizzard in the far north were gone, never to return. If he hadn't cultivated his unnamed martial art, he didn't know if he could have made it back to the city. His former comrades-in-arms, who had fought alongside him, were still continuing to fight; they couldn't leave the battlefield. The sounds of gunfire and explosions had replaced the hustle and bustle of the city. The desolate ice and snow of the wilderness had replaced the city's bright lights and bustling streets. In many people's eyes, they were freaks, each with endless evil energy, with unacceptable habits and abnormal psychology that refused to follow rules.

  Are you lucky? Then cherish your current life.

  The car door opened and a figure slipped inside, removing the white fur coat from his body on the back seat: "Dear Dong Ge, long time no see."

  A very typical image of a lazy big man appears, with no difference from the image of a lazy man who smokes and wears slippers and shorts on the street. His hair is messy and half-long, his beard is sparse and stiff, his eyes are dark and sunken, he has an average height and build, in his thirties, and his voice is also very masculine, but that tone of his speech, no matter what, cannot be overlapped with his image.

  This is where his perversion lies, using unconventional behavior that ordinary people can't understand to eliminate his inner fears and irritability. The stronger the war god, the more fearful he is inside, fearing to return to the city, fearing to appear in crowded places, seeing every person not as observing their beauty or handsomeness, but as observing whether they pose a threat, whether they have combat ability, thereby determining how to respond.

  "This time, thanks for your hard work." Zhang Shidong was about to throw the cigarette into the back seat when he took off his disguise and squeezed into the front passenger seat. He lit a cigarette: "Brother Dong, if I don't come back, I'll forget what the city looks like."

  From the feet of the big Han, a pair of special steel plates were unloaded, which also formed that special mark on the snowy ground.

  A man in his thirties with a rugged appearance, after Zhang Shidong patted his hair, showed a hint of tears in his eyes. He gazed out the car window at the bustling streets, watching women who still looked lovely in winter and men chasing after handsome frozen treats. The vibrant colors and beautiful clothes made winter's palette more vivid, with down jackets adding to the splendor. Looking down at his own high-imitation training suit that had lost any national characteristics, a faint sense of inferiority swirled in his heart. Subconsciously, he shrank his body, protecting himself from this prosperous metropolis.

  Zhang Shidong slowed down the car: "Who are you, a virus, a person who dares to sneak into the lair of a big drug lord and fight alone with hundreds of armed drug dealers, a virus that can lurk for three years to complete its mission, a virus that has been chasing fugitives in more than 20 countries across Europe. Here, you can easily conquer it. Because every inch of land here is peaceful, thanks to your efforts."

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