Chapter 105: The Madman Who Ignores Rules

  Viruses are vanguard troops, rushing forward at the forefront when a cell executes its mission.

  His body, except for his right arm and chest abdomen, left arm, two thighs and waist sides, were densely packed with bullet hole scars.

  The bullet holes are not terrible, many overlapping or concentrated in a small area, this is the most terrible, looks like being beaten area, how many times of fighting and danger can cause such damage?

  The virus is incredibly powerful, and the team it's on is naturally the strongest. They complete tasks with ease, like cutting through vegetables. How many battles will they be in that are intense enough to require them to fight with all their might? And how many times will they need to use their full strength in those intense battles? From this, we can infer that the number of battles the virus participates in is an unimaginably large number.

  The virus quietly put on its clothes, batted an eyelash: "How's that, brother's body is sexy, right? Want to get down with me, little secret, I love you the most. Just now, I almost couldn't bear to eliminate you."

  The solemn atmosphere was messed up by the virus's antics, and except for some hidden curses, some people pretended to be dry heaving. The heavy atmosphere that had been there all along disappeared, and everyone began to look forward to the virus teaching them something practical. But unexpectedly, the virus bid farewell with a sorrowful expression, leaving in a very sad and dismal manner.

  "Left, just like that?"

  Everyone found it hard to accept, wasn't he supposed to stay and be a coach for everyone? How could he leave?

  Almost subconsciously, the words "don't go" were about to slip out, but then I thought of his unique hobby and orientation, and forcibly restrained myself.

  "There's something I'd like to report to everyone, the virus didn't stay behind as an instructor so you all don't have to be disheartened. Zhang Instructor was actually the former instructor of the virus, and his skills were all trained by Zhang Instructor."

  One word sparks a thousand waves, completely unbelievable and untrustworthy words. Who would believe that Zhang Shidong is the instructor of the virus? Is he even stronger than the virus? How is this possible? It's simply absurd, isn't the instructor just joking?

  "Officer Zhang asked me to leave a message for everyone: How did you feel about last night's match?"

  How does it feel?

  Lost face, came up and was taken down by someone.

  No, no, I performed well yesterday, but the virus was too powerful, making us look weak. In the city, our performance...

  Everyone recalls their performance last night, in the harsh environment, the body that was tired from long-term repetitive training did not feel any discomfort, the chosen route and combat method were subconscious rather than intentional, more than half a month living here, although not familiar with every blade of grass and tree, but already able to quickly adapt.

  There are changes, everyone has changed, there is progress here, it's just that everyone has gotten used to it and hasn't noticed.

  "Could it be that we were wrong? This Instructor Zhang really has two brushes."

  "No, he's just a rascal, he doesn't have any of the qualities that a soldier should have, he's not worthy of being our instructor, he's just a scoundrel, we need to beat him and teach him a lesson."

  A slightly improved impression was washed away by the long-standing bad impression, Zhang Shidong is still a thorn in everyone's eyes, still an object of everyone's desire to vent, and still the target that everyone strives to overthrow.

  No more past grievances, in front of that seemingly unoriginal training outline, everyone trained with all their might.

  Those who were eliminated and dug pits outside, inevitably felt a little uncomfortable in their hearts. In more time, they could calm down, standing at the gate, looking at the distant comrades-in-arms training, while they themselves ate well, drank well, slept well, but seemed to have lost something...

  It wasn't until three days later, when over a hundred people were taken away from the training base for practice, that they realized what they had lost. They had lost the opportunity to win honor, and they had also lost the chance to personally take revenge on that scoundrel.

  "Is this for real?"

  After receiving the equipment on the bus, everyone's first reaction was to check the bullets. After confirming that they were real bullets, one by one, their faces showed excited expressions, and they were thrilled.

  "Rules are simple, capture alive. In your line of sight within a 120-degree angle, there are three extremely vicious international criminals, top-notch experts, and former mercenaries with blood on their hands. To get information from them, do not kill unless absolutely necessary, do not fire unless necessary, and do not push them into civilian areas. Form teams freely, search freely, physical characteristics of the suspects unknown. Remember to be cautious, do not mistake targets. Mission time: three days."

  It's all talk and no action.

  The difficulty lies not in catching people, but in finding and identifying them without being discovered, and capturing them as quietly as possible.

  Those who originally thought it was nothing or those who had ideological preparations found that catching was much more difficult under these restrictive conditions after they really started.

  More than 100 people searched for three days within a radius of tens of kilometers without finding any suspicious targets.

  A five-person group and a seven-person group, caught the wrong person.

  The remaining squad confirmed that the three fugitives were indeed real. After several escapes, on the third day of the siege, the hidden four-man squad, Xue Lin's four-man squad, Tongtong, Yan Xiaoer and Niu Yongshou's three-man squad respectively engaged in a firefight with the enemy. Even Niu Yongshou had a hand-to-hand combat with one of them, subdued him but was then taken hostage by the enemy who used an old villager digging for wild chickens in the snow as leverage to swap him back.

  Confirmed the direction of the other party's escape, sent a signal to surround and intercept. Over 100 people chased for over ten kilometers without seeing any trace, and had no choice but to return. Some disgruntled people said that the other party might be hiding and should be searched again.

  "Trash, go home! Given your performance, I'll give you a little reward. Run back!"

  The loudspeaker's voice sounded on the side of the road, and the Q7 that was hated by Zhang Shidong stopped at the side of the road. Half of his body was outside the sunroof, pointing to the back of the car: "Right, I also found some partners for you, more than a hundred people. Even three little thieves can't deal with them, trash!"

  Three men with bruised eye sockets were tied behind the car, and as it started, they were dragged along, running after the vehicle. Niu Yongshou, who had clashed with them before, recognized them at a glance - these were indeed the three target individuals. At first, when they heard that they should try to capture them alive without firing a shot, everyone subconsciously thought it was just another drill, where the "criminals" were played by their own people, and after being cooped up in the simulated city for a while, suddenly returning to the mountains left everyone feeling somewhat unadapted.

  Underestimating the situation, combined with subjective and objective factors, resulted in over a hundred fully armed elite soldiers failing to capture three fleeing suspects. When they finally caught up, everyone thought they had won, but when the suspects took hostages, no one took it seriously until the knife was pressed against the civilian's neck, drawing blood, and the civilians were so scared that they wet their pants. It wasn't until then that they realized this wasn't a drill, but a real ambush set up by that scoundrel, who had misled everyone into thinking it was just an exercise.

  Does he know how dangerous it is? He's too reckless, doesn't treat everyone as human beings at all, and arranges tasks like this. What if something unexpected happens? We're not afraid, we've already dedicated our lives to the country, but within the searched area, there are three or four villages and a small town. If those criminals go crazy and start killing wildly, what will happen?

  This guy is not only a rascal but also a madman who completely disregards rules.

  Niu Yongshou rushed forward and gave those three people a good beating, running while occasionally swinging his fists. The three men's heads became the objects of his blows, not daring to use their bodies or unbound legs to fight back. Once the rhythm of the run was disrupted, the car in front wouldn't stop, and with one pull of the rope...

  Once fallen, it's no longer a matter of being beaten, the icy and snowy ground is both slippery and frozen, dragging back all the way will not kill but lose half one's life.

  "Great, today is the 50th day of going backwards without food."

  The car began to speed up, from the auxiliary road of the township highway all the way into the urban highway. Many cars slowed down to watch, and some children in the villages on both sides of the highway chased after them to see the excitement.

  "My god, DJ!" Niu Yongshou's long legs and arms gave him an advantage.

  Yan Xiao Er was still chewing bubble gum, and he didn't even know how much he had brought with him. It had been such a long time, but he still had new supplies. As he walked against the cold wind, blowing bubbles, his mind kept thinking about the reasons for his failure. Whenever he thought of something infuriating, he would clench his fist and punch one of the three people beside him.

  Tongtong was even more ferocious, with her mouth never stopping: "I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you..." In her hand, she held a dagger, stabbing into their bodies at a frequency of only one centimeter each time, continuously venting her anger on these three people.

  Three people ran swiftly, occasionally exchanging glances, with only bitter resentment left besides the burning anger.

  "This little money earned, it's better to spend it abroad, this China has never been a place where international mercenaries are willing to set foot, damn it, don't let us go back alive, the client who posted the task will definitely be killed."

  PS: Thanks for the reward from Andy Chen, Shang → Xiu ※ Yu Shui! Thanks to old friend Andy Chen's perfect score vote!