Surrounded by power grids and watchtowers, it looks more like a prison hidden in a primitive jungle deep in the mountains.

However, when Huang Shaohong flew over the building complex on a flying carpet, the idea of ​​​​a prison was overturned.

I could only see hundreds of people wearing shorts in the area surrounded by power grids below, in the ice and snow, conducting various trainings in several huge separated fields, and the sounds of shouting were shocking.

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In one of the fields, some strong young men with different skin colors were kicking and beating the wooden stakes in front of them.

Every time they shouted, they would kick hard, and their legs would collide with the wooden stakes, making a violent collision sound.

Even though the temperature reaches minus 30 to 40 degrees Celsius at night, these topless men standing barefoot in the ice and snow are constantly dripping with sweat and steaming heat.

Surrounding them were a dozen armed men wearing down jackets and holding AKs, and a foreign devil who looked like an instructor and was also wearing extremely warm clothes, holding a whip and shouting loudly in English:

"You bunch of bastards, you have to kick down three wooden stakes before you can go back to sleep today. Hurry up, you are so tiring that I can't even rest, you bastards!"

As he spoke, he would also whip those whose movements had slowed down due to cold and pain from time to time.

On another field not far away, more than a hundred women of the same skin color are being trained. As ladies, they only have one more sports vest than the men being trained, which has no effect of keeping warm at all.

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These women are also training with wooden stakes, but they are not kicking the wooden stakes. Instead, they are holding the heavy wooden stakes on their shoulders and doing squat training.

There were also armed men standing around with guns, and there was also an instructor shouting and cursing loudly. A black female instructor kept cursing:

"You bitches, is it so difficult to do six hundred squats? Are all your efforts wasted on those boars? If you don't hurry up, it will affect my beauty sleep. Hurry up, it's all

Hurry up! I finished my squats and ran around the camp for two hours to complete the training task. Hurry up!"

What struck Huang Shaohong the most was a training ground divided into several small spaces with iron mesh, where extremely cruel training was taking place.

Some boys and girls who looked to be in their teens were fighting hand-to-hand with wolf dogs. Some of the boys had been bitten by wolf dogs, and their bodies were covered with blood and scars. However, none of the boys stopped because of this. They all wanted to die on their own.

Previously, they had to kill the wolfdog in front of them. Only in this way could they be the ones who survived.

Huang Shaohong saw all this in mid-air and already guessed where this was.

When he lived at Zhou Binglin's house in the capital, he once heard him chatting about the masters in this world. When talking about Russian martial arts masters, he once said that among them, the Russian fighting czar Putin came from the infamous 'Siberian training camp'

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‘Siberia Training Camp’, also known as Zhukov Training Camp, is one of the five major fighting training camps for training black market boxers. It is famous for its ruthlessness and cruelty. Its instructors include senior black market boxing coaches, former KGB instructors, and masters from other countries.

It is said that the 'Siberian Training Camp' has three camps, one is located near the Arctic Circle, one is on a small island south of the Bering Strait, and the last one is located in the primeval forest.

Huang Shaohong estimated that the training camp in front of him should be the 'Siberian Training Camp' located in the primeval forest.

He didn't expect that he had been a neighbor of the "Siberian Training Camp" for more than a year. It seemed that the disappearance of the Siberian tiger family was inseparable from the training camp.

I turned on the skill of searching for beasts in the air, and as expected, many red dots were displayed on the virtual radar in the central area of ​​the camp.

He looked at them one by one: dogs, wolves, grizzly bears, tigers, everything. It seemed that the Siberian tiger family must have been caught here.

He was a little embarrassed. The people in this camp were like night owls. They would stay up in the middle of the night and stand on the playground howling. It would be impossible for him to rescue the Siberian tiger family without anyone noticing.

As for rushing in for rescue, Huang Shaohong hasn't thought about it yet. Not to mention that the other party is a master of fighting and firearms, he is not sure how many modern weapons there are in this camp.

Even though his marksmanship is superb and his strength is strong, how likely is it that he can escape the machine gun fire and rocket bombardment?

At this time, the 'Vazi Hunter' that Huang Shaohong followed had already entered the training camp. He thought about it and felt that if the matter could be resolved peacefully, it would be best not to take action yet, so he controlled the flying carpet to the main entrance of the camp.

He landed in the nearby woods, then hugged the little tiger and walked to the gate of the camp, shouting loudly in English:

"Is there anyone? The neighbor is here to visit!"

He shouted so loudly that it could be heard far away in the night. In just a moment, the beams of two searchlights shone on him. At the same time, Huang Shaohong felt keenly that at least a dozen guns were aimed at him.

If someone came to such a hidden training camp, no one would believe that he was a lost traveler, so everyone in the training camp immediately reported it.

Five minutes later, the door of the training camp slowly opened, and ten guards with live ammunition came out. They stared at the surroundings with vigilance. Most of their guns were aimed at the surrounding woods and snow, and the rest were aimed at Huang Shaohong.

The mission of these guards was to bring Huang Shaohong in and interrogate him about his identity, purpose, and everything the camp commander wanted to know.

Huang Shaohong continued to speak loudly in English: "Friends, I don't mean any harm. If you catch my tiger, I can redeem it with money!"

"You bastard, shut the hell up!"

A leading old guard came closer, yelled loudly, and at the same time turned the butt of his gun and hit Huang Shaohong hard on the neck.

Judging from the strength of the old man's attack, Huang Shaohong thought that the other party wanted to knock him out, but with his current skills, how could he let the other party do so easily.

Of course, at this moment, he also considered pretending to be knocked unconscious by the opponent, and then being taken into the base, and then waiting for an opportunity to save the Siberian tiger family.

But when this went against his plan, his plan was to have a good talk, and small matters that could be settled with money did not necessarily have to be solved with force.

Secondly, who can guarantee that after he pretends to be unconscious, the other party will definitely bring him back to the camp instead of executing him on the spot or throwing him into the wild?

When the opponent's gun butt was still 0.1 cm away from Huang Shaohong's neck, the opponent's gun butt at this distance had already touched his hair. At this moment, his feet moved and he took a small step back, just in time to

The opponent's gun butt was smashed into nothing.

"Can't we just talk calmly?" Huang Shaohong said loudly in English with some helplessness.

He said this, but his behavior made the matter more intensified. Because the timing of his dodge was extremely clever, it was when the opponent was fully exerting his strength, so when he dodged, the old man used the butt of his gun and knocked himself out.

He dodged for a moment, lost his center of gravity, staggered and fell in front of Huang Shaohong.

Huang Shaohong dared to swear by the fat guy next door who bullied him when he was a child. He really didn't mean to intensify the conflict or stir up trouble, and he definitely wasn't retaliating against the other person for calling him a 'bastard'.

But perhaps it was the sequelae of playing gymnastics a year ago, but his right foot stretched out "involuntarily" and stepped on Lao Maozi's head.

With a 'bang' sound, Lao Maozi's big head was unexpectedly crushed into a melon under his kick!

"Fuck...is the quality so bad?"

The next moment, the remaining nine guards all looked extremely horrified, and screamed at the same time, firing at him. However, when they pulled the trigger, Huang Shaohong had lost track of them in front of them, and all the bullets hit the empty space.
Chapter completed!