“R001 base?”

The man in glasses repeated a soft voice, and a gleam of splendor flashed through his eyes.

Then he showed a look of silence.

He already understood the meaning of the old director's words.

"Yes, I'll make arrangements now!"

After saying that, he saluted straight, turned around, and walked out straight.

Click.

The door was gently brought up.

The old director sniffed the fragrant tea in his hand deep between his nose and slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at the tea leaves slowly churning in the tea water in the cup, he smiled in his eyes and said to himself: "I've come here, but it's not that easy to leave... Yanjing is deep in the water, little guy, if you don't turn around in this pond for a few times, will you think of it?"

The smile on his face and the tone of his speech.

It clearly contains expectations and curiosity to watch the show.

...

r001 base, fighting training room.

Bang bang bang bang!

There were loud bursts, and the ground was trembling with vibration, as if it was firing a continuous cannon.

In the huge fighting training room, a middle-aged strong man stood in the middle.

He had a beard and a thick and black beard, like a steel needle.

My hair is more than half a foot long. Every time I inhale, I stand upright, as if I was being absorbed by static electricity, and my head turned into a hedgehog.

And when exhaling, the erect hair falls down.

He stood in horse stance and stood on the smooth concrete floor.

With his chest naked, his turtle-shaped back, his muscles suddenly rise, with clear edges and corners, like a statue cut by a knife.

Under the bronze skin, there is a shocking explosive power.

Around him, four young men with strong physiques stood, each holding an iron rod made of steel.

call!

The iron rod was raised high and rushed towards the middle-aged strong man.

The strong man stood still and did not move.

Bang!

The strong wind roared and shaking, and the violent impact sounded, as if artillery roared.

The four men surrounded the strong man and kept moving their steps and changing the hitting positions.

The violent sounds continued.

With each hit, the four young men were united in their waists and tried their best.

An iron rod as thick as an arm swiftly through the air.

As he waved, there were harsh sounds of breaking through the air.

If such a fierce attack is placed on an ordinary person, just one moment, his muscles and bones will be broken, and he will vomit blood and die.

But the strong man suddenly realized that he hadn't realized it.

The whole person is like a standing vajra, unshakable.

Under the bronzed skin, the raised muscles are like water flowing, rising and falling.

Bang!

The door of the training room was pushed open from outside.

A man in a uniform ran in hurriedly.

"Boss Lei, there is a new situation in the General Administration, and the new instructor has turned down the appointment."

As soon as these words came out, four men holding iron sticks couldn't help but stop.

Then, the visitor continued, "However, the Lin spoke wildly, claiming that he was more than enough to be the chief instructor with his ability. The reason why he refused was because he had no time and no interest."

Just finished speaking.

The strong man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shining brightly.

He laughed wildly: "Good boy, crazy, wild and proud, I, Lei Hanhai, like such an opponent."

The loud laughter shook in the training room, and a whirlwind seemed to pass by around, making everyone's ears buzz.

The hair and beard on his face are all open, and they are fierce and unstoppable.

...

In the shooting training ground, a bald man was scolding something at a group of students.

At first glance, this person had a leopard head and eyes. When he spoke, his eyes were wide open, as if Zhang Fei had reborn, and his momentum was intimidating.

And he landed silently while walking back and forth.

Under his feet, it seemed that he had pressed a spring, which was quick and light.

The most striking thing is his long arms.

The hands are hung down and the length can reach the knees.

There are no calluses on the wide palms, white and delicate, soft as boneless, like the tenderness of a young woman.

While scolding him, a student ran over from a distance.

The student walked to the bald man and whispered a few words in his ear.

The bald man narrowed his eyes slightly and burst out rays of divine light.

He didn't see any movement of his hands. In the blink of an eye, a pair of pistols appeared in his palm.

Bang bang bang bang...

Even if you don’t look at it, you can just raise your hand and shoot ten times.

On the other hand, the rifle target was set up.

After the gunshot, the hair hit the bull's-eye.

"Hmph, Lin Yu, I want to see how you are more than enough."

The bald man snorted coldly, and the two pistols disappeared without realizing it.

...

A large secret room with dark sides and no windows.

One person sat cross-legged, holding a mouthful of green steel sword in his hand, and placed it on his knees. On the table opposite, there were ten candles.

He has a short body and is slim.

At first glance, it looks like a monkey.

Gulu, Gulu...

He opened his mouth slightly and inhale slowly.

It was like a boiling kettle, making a boiling sound.

Suddenly, his ears moved slightly.

After a few seconds, a slight sound of footsteps came outside.

"Xiao Wu, is there anything wrong?"

A dry sound rang out, with a faint coldness.

"Team leader Mu, Lin Yu, who was originally going to be promoted to the new chief instructor, declined his appointment and spoke wildly, saying that the chief instructor was more than enough to use his ability, and he also compared the chief instructor to a senior nanny, saying that he had no time and no interest—"

Before he finished speaking, the man shouted coldly: "Rareless!"

As the sound rang out, it seemed as if the void had electricity.

A sword light suddenly burst out, as cold as ice and as charming as lightning.

The candlelight on the table opposite was cut off by a sword.

Ten candlelights fly in the secret room, forming a line of fire, flying in the dark, like a dragon playing in the water, almost becoming a phantom.

Then, the snow-white sword light shook, and ten candlelights flew up one after another, falling back on the incense candle.

The candlelight flashed, and the sparks disappeared, as if they had never moved from beginning to end.

The speed of the sword move is so fast that it is comparable to the flying fire meteor.
To be continued...