Chapter 72: Come and Collect Some Sick Brains

  Lin Ziqiang felt like crying.

  After the training report started, he wanted to cry. Or, after the deputy chief of staff of the Northeast Military Region came to the training base and saw Zhang Shidong, he should have cried, but it was just delayed for a few days.

  Two armed police instructors, two special police instructors, Zhang Shidong arranged these four people who were not as good as the students in the reporting room, threw a training outline to the four of them, and they took a military notebook into the reception room to play games.

  Lin Ziqiang had originally wanted to make a scene with his own identity, but the arrival of the three batches of extreme goods thoroughly made him desperate, unable to do anything about the chaotic registration scene, and could only smoke while watching Zhang Shidong wholeheartedly play games, and anxiously look at the four instructors outside the window who were completely unable to control the scene.

  Thirty minutes later, the leaders of the Provincial Military Region and Pingjiang City will come to comfort. Look at the scene outside now...

  Lin Ziqiang had reason to cry, this special urban warfare training camp in front of him was already beyond his control before it even started.

  Apart from the 200 trainees from the military region, provincial hall, provincial military district and provincial armed police corps, there were three batches of special students who had undergone the best domestic training with Lin Ziqiang's discerning eye. These three batches of students could no longer be described as "top-notch", but rather as "face-slapping" material. The level of this training camp was slightly watered down, and these three batches of students would absolutely make the Beihai Provincial Public Security Department a laughing stock throughout the country. At one point, Lin Ziqiang wanted to call that big shot or Zhang Jun, but it was just a fleeting thought. He knew exactly who this person was, and in the words of that big shot, he was a "complete and utter yes-man", always speaking in a way that sounded good, but if you really wanted to get to the bottom of things, then you'd have to wait for his hoof to fly into your face.

  Thirty minutes ago.

  Two hundred trainees arrived in formation, lined up in an orderly manner, and despite the fact that many people had a look of discontent and arrogance on their faces, Lin Ziqiang still had confidence that he could make them listen to his arrangements.

  Twenty minutes ago, a military small logistics vehicle arrived, and four fully armed soldiers in camouflage uniforms got off the car, three men and one woman. After a man of medium build reported first, the four stood aside to observe the environment, conducting reconnaissance within the allowed range. Their professionalism was clearly higher than before. For these special forces-level trainees, Lin Ziqiang had a strong hand training here, with at least 200 team members having a reference object to chase after.

  Fifteen minutes ago, Lin Ziqiang had no idea where these two people came from or when they entered. One was short and thin with a big round face, while the other was over two meters tall but weighed less than 150 pounds. The two were dressed in casual clothes and stood out as soon as they joined the crowd. The shorter one was blowing bubbles and chatting enthusiastically with the team members, while the taller one had a hanged ghost-like appearance and was staring at the twin brothers from the previous four people, their distance getting closer as they stared at each other.

  Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!!!!!

  The roar of a heavily modified engine, a Hummer smashed through the gate and rushed in. A female military officer who was clearly a woman but wouldn't be treated as one, wearing a combat uniform, with a height of around 1.85 meters and a stunning figure that surpassed most male soldiers.

  With his nostrils facing upwards, ignoring the instructor, he handed over the report document and began to despise everything here.

  "What's all this nonsense? Can you train with this? You can train boy scouts with this."

  "I'm going, barbed wire, why don't you wrap electric wires around it professionally, it's really outdated."

  "Are you simulating a battle in this building? One shot and the wall will be penetrated?"

  "Wow, this crappy place actually has beautiful women."

  The female wolf is more powerful than the male wolf, this man with a strong masculine temperament was born with a face that had both hard and soft features of a pure woman. With an even stronger aura than men, he walked directly to the four-person group's big-breasted female soldier: "Which unit are you from? Ah, it's a secret, yes, everything is a secret. My name is Tong Dashan, nice to meet you."

  In the army, a green flower. As soon as she arrived on the scene, her face was painted with oil paint and couldn't see her whole appearance, but relying solely on the big waves that even women's clothing couldn't cover up, she conquered the audience. The female soldier faced a female military officer with the same fierce name and faintly spat out one word: "Get out!"

  "Ah, I'm going, this little girl has character. I declare, you're mine! Who dares to stop me? I'll beat them to death!" Tong Dashan had an air of being the number one in the world.

  "Shut up!" Da Bao Mei didn't back down at all, and instead turned the gun on Tong Da Shan: "Get out!"

  Tong Dashan wiped his hand on the gun and turned around beside Da Bo Mei, with a loud "crack", Da Bo Mei's 95-style limb was severed.

  The former special forces captain, Yin, who had previously worked with Zhang Shidong at the Dongfang Department Store, furrowed his brow and suddenly grabbed Tong Dashan's wrist. The two engaged in a fierce and intense close-range grappling match, neither gaining the upper hand. Meanwhile, the hanged ghost twins, who had been staring at each other earlier, lit up their eyes as if they had found new toys. With their wrists flipped inward, they excitedly rushed over: "I've got a DJ, high-handed, high-handed, take me with you."

  Saying that, a pair of legs over one meter long whipped out and charged directly into the battle formation.

  Yin and Tong Da Shan clashed fists, their bodies retreating backward, leaving only the swinging leg of the Hanging Ghost to strike the ground.

  A man with a big pancake face and small bean eyes walked over with his arms around him, previously chatting with the training team members seemed to be hot and unscrupulous, but there was always a strong sense of pride in his eyes.

  The four Type 95s were raised, safeties off.

  Tong Dashan retreated to the side of the Hummer, opened the rear door, and shouldered a single-barreled rocket launcher.

  Big Bao's hands now held two visibly modified handguns, while Xiao Si pulled open his clothes and inserted earbuds into his ears. His body swayed to the lively rhythm inside the earbuds, with over a dozen explosive grenades hanging from his inner lining and vest. He clutched one in his left hand, while his right hand moved in sync with his body's rhythm, lost in the music from his earbuds.

  "Where did these top-notch ones come from?" Lin Ziqiang rushed forward, looking at the materials in his hand, and shouted: "Attention! Yin, Huiyu'er, Bing Shan, Bing Hai, Tongtong, Yan Xiaoer, Niu Yongshou."

  "Here!" "Here!" "Here!" "Here!" "Here!" "Here!"

  Six people all stood at attention, only 'Tong Dashan' unwillingly grumbled: "My name is Tong Dashan, not Tongtong."

  Lin Ziqiang had seen pigs run, and he had even seen powerful pigs like Zhang Shidong. The few people present couldn't enter his eyes, and he coldly snorted: "You're here to receive training, if you can't recognize characters I can find someone to read it out for you, if you do, take a look at the content on that notice board, I really suspect whether you are a soldier or not, so sloppy."

  With a proud and arrogant expression, Yan Xiao'er curled his lips: "Director Lin, I want to know what kind of intense training there will be under such conditions. Can you guarantee that my daily training intensity will not be affected? If not, I hope Director Lin can give me an answer." The implication being that after seeing this training ground, he was confident that no environment would pose any obstacles for him under such conditions.

  Lin Ziqiang waved his hand: "Everything will be done according to the requirements of the notice board. If you feel that the water here is too shallow, you can leave."

  Seven people all fell silent, waiting for the opening of the training camp, each with a surge of energy pent up in their hearts, at least to make Lin Ziqiang look good. No matter what way you train, I will complete the training courses far beyond the standard and quality, slap in the face, see how you deal with it.

  As time drew near, Lin Ziqiang's anxiety grew more severe until Zhang Shidong, holding his laptop and controlling the game character while walking out of the reception room, finally let out a sigh of relief. He quickly followed him to the door, eager to witness Zhang Shidong's stunning performance.

  It was destined that Lin Ziqiang would continue to feel suffocated in his chest today. Zhang Shidong, wearing casual clothes, walked straight to the front of his car, opened the door, sat in the passenger seat, adjusted the chair to a comfortable recline, and played games while smoking, looking extremely relaxed.

  The most infuriating thing was that Yan Xiao'er, with his big pancake face, went over and even lit a cigarette for the man. Lin Ziqiang felt like crying.

  "Your level is too low, I'm at the Imperial Court's Six Gates..." After Yan Xiao Er's opening remark, Zhang Shi Dong, as a weak player, lit a cigarette and drew closer to ask many questions similar to those of a newbie. Yan Xiao Er had an air of arrogance but didn't mind lowering himself to get along with you, but remember, don't look into his eyes, your self-esteem will suffer greatly.

  "Eh, buddy, are you here for training too?" Yan Xiao'er chewed on his bubble gum and blew a big bubble.

  Zhang Shidong casually controlled the character to merge with Mǐnuò, Yan Xiao'er stared at Mǐnuò with wide eyes, who was an incredibly awesome character in any game, and then gazed at the items traded from that incredibly awesome character with his mouth agape.

  As a decent gamer, Yan Xiao Er roughly estimated that the value of those items would be no less than 100,000 if they were traded for cash.

  "Wow, bro, that's impressive!" Yan Xiaoer hadn't even finished speaking when Zhang Shidong preemptively answered his question: "Nothing much, just collecting some brain-damaged idiots. Oh, right, you received the order when you arrived, unconditional obedience, you, you, you, you few, there's no good equipment here, but there's a decent playground, everyone's energy is quite abundant, let's do 15 kilometers of armed running!"

  Zhang Shidong raised his head casually, just like he was chatting with Yan Xiao'er before, without any change in tone or tone.

  Yan Xiao was stunned, and the three of them, Niu Yongshou, Tong Dashan, and Dui Yu'er, who were still arguing, didn't say another word and directly wanted to rush at Zhang Shidong to scold him, but one person excitedly shouted: "Yes!"

  Yu'er, Iceberg and Ice Sea looked at him in surprise as he remained expressionless like a new recruit who had just received an order and was extremely excited.

  "Oh, right, aren't you all kings of soldiers and proud sons of heaven? I'll give the seven of you special treatment so that no one can say I'm not kind. The men will carry 40 kilograms, the women 30 kilograms. Other trainees will carry 15 kilograms. One more thing, meal time is only 15 minutes every day, don't be late, let's start."

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