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When he returned to the barracks, Alan realized that his body was sticky. After igniting the fire seed, he sweated heavily, which was different from the usual sweating training. After the body condensed the first source power vortex, it would naturally excrete some of the toxins accumulated in the body. This is one of the benefits of source power. According to the manual issued by the instructor, as the intensity of the source power increases and the system level increases, the source power will continue to wash away the body and make it evolve continuously.

According to the instructions in the manual, every nine levels will be upgraded to usher in a promotion node. When crossing this node, the evolution of the body will become more and more obvious. Now igniting the fire is just to drain the toxins. When Allen forms the first genetic circuit, it is an opportunity for the body to be fully strengthened.

As for what will happen after the second and third genetic circuits are formed, the manual does not specify in detail, and everything needs to be explored by Allen himself.

This will be a whole new world.

Allen took a shower and when he returned to the barracks, he felt the atmosphere change. Several teenagers, who were thirteen or fourteen, seemed to be waiting for him in the morning, saw him walking into the barracks and then they all surrounded him with malicious intentions.

"Go aside." Allen said coldly.

One of the white teenagers smiled and said, "I heard you were raised for the Snow Wolf."

After spending more than two months together, the teenagers have not had no conversations, and their identities are not a secret. It is not surprising to know some of Alan's experiences. Strangely, they raised it at this time.

"That's not your business." Allen pushed him away and wanted to move forward.

Two big boys blocked him.

Behind the few people, a black boy looked at him with a smile. Alan was not stupid either. Judging from this situation, these boys were instructed by this black boy. Alan remembered that his name was Mao. In terms of size, he was the strongest in the entire barracks. So in the barracks, some teenagers followed him and formed a small group. Before, everyone was busy with their own training and had no intersection with each other.

But today, Alan was the first to ignite the fire, which seemed so special and so dazzling in the barracks. At present, these people were naturally instructed by Mao to come to trouble themselves.

Understanding this, Allen took a step back, his eyes swept across the teenagers' faces and said, "I know what you want to do. But if you have that strength, you should keep the second injection of the potion and try to ignite the fire."

"Yo, what is this? Threat?" the white boy laughed.

Allen shook his head: "No, just a reminder. Remind you that it's better not to mess with me, because that's not good for you!"

The teenagers' faces changed. The white teenager looked at Mao, who had already pulled down his face and clenched his fists. So the white teenager shook his eyes at the two companions behind him. The two walked to the door and looked outside, then closed the barracks. Then the windows closed, and the whole barracks were quiet, and some inexplicable atmosphere was growing.

The other teenagers shrank into their beds, and they did not dare to meddle in other people's business, nor did they want to.

When the last window was closed, the white boy's smile calmed down, walked to Alan and pushed him and said, "What's so cool about you? It's just that the luck of shit ignited the fire. You are just a piece of garbage, a piece of garbage that follows the snow wolf's butt to find shit to eat!"

Alan smiled without anger: "Is that true? What about you? You wasted an opportunity in vain, aren't you even worse than garbage?"

The teenagers' breathing suddenly became heavier, and the white teenager blushed even more: "You bastard! You were born to Xuelang and your mother..."

As he finished speaking, a fist floated over and swept the white boy's face. The boy swept his face and rushed to the side. Something flew out of his mouth, which were a few snow-white teeth and a mouthful of blood!

Alan punched the white boy backwards repeatedly, and the murderous intent in his bright red eyes were four Yi. At this moment, he seemed to have turned back to a wild beast wandering in the wilderness. The wildness that seemed to be inseparable by Ron's training was back now. He did not roar or scream, but just asked in a low voice: "Don't insult my mother! Are you looking for death?"

However, all the teenagers felt cold in their hearts. They looked at Mao. Mao pointed at Allen, and the teenagers rushed forward with childish shouts. After these two months of high-intensity training, their physical fitness has improved a lot compared to when they entered the camp. However, no matter how strong they are, they cannot catch up with an experienced mercenary. Before entering the camp, Allen had killed more than one mercenary.

In his eyes, these young men seemed so unbearable that they were almost full of flaws. Although he had not received systematic fighting training, he had learned a set of culling from the wolves during his five years of wandering with the snow wolf.

Alan suddenly became shorter, and his hands and feet were strangely sliding on the ground, then he pounced on one of the boys to overwhelm him. His head was slightly raised and then smashed it down, immediately making the boy dizzy. Then Alan was traveling between these boys. His skills were more flexible than two months ago, and it was easy to repair these boys.

But after a few punches, they all fell down. It was still in the barracks. If they had to change to another place, they were afraid they would have asked Alan to kill him.

There is no word mercy in the dictionary of Snow Wolf.

Mao looked at all this in a daze, which was far from what he expected. Alan retreated to the window and punched the window glass. The glass suddenly burst into pieces, making a crisp sound. Mao's face changed, thinking that Alan was going to alarm the instructor outside. He growled and rushed towards Alan. Unexpectedly, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and then a slight tingling pain came from the side of his neck.

The black boy subconsciously stopped, saving his life. Otherwise, the sharp glass fragment in Alan's hand would pierce into his neck. He was a head shorter than Mao, but at this moment, Alan's aura exceeded the black boy. He was holding a piece of glass fragment in his hand, which cut his own hand. But his hand was still stable, and the sharpness of the fragment was facing Mao's neck, where was the great artery. As long as he handed forward, Mao had to see God in advance.

If there is still God in this world.

"I said a long time ago not to mess with me. You have chosen the wrong partner." Alan said so.

The door of the barracks was suddenly pushed open, and several tall instructors ran in. One of them pulled out the long whip from his waist and shook it towards Allen, and his boots were tugged on Allen's hand, pulling his hand and the glass fragments. Then Lieutenant Ron walked in and looked at the young man sitting or lying. The Lieutenant whistled: "Who told me what the hell is going on?"

Mao shouted: "Lieutenant, it's Allen, he..."

A whip came over and swept directly into Mao's nose and mouth. He slapped his blood and retreated repeatedly. Ron had an extra whip on his hand and said grimly, "Do you think I'm an idiot? You actually use this kind of mentally retarded means to insult my IQ! I have long said that you are a bunch of waste, and seven or eight people are not the opponents of others. Give me a dozen whips each!"

Then he looked at Allen and laughed, "You are no exception, little devil! Private fights are prohibited in the barracks."

Allen and other teenagers who participated in the fight were brought to the playground, tied to wooden stakes under the scorching sun, and then the instructors gave them ten whips each. The ten whips were whipped completely in their chests, making the teenagers scream like a pig. Allen gritted his teeth and did not scream, but every muscle was trembling.

After ten whips, Mao and the others had to lift the barracks by the instructor. Eight people went out, but only seven came back. The white boy who had spoken out to provoke Alan was beaten to death, but he even saved the second chance to ignite the fire.

Allen came back by himself. When he saw this white-haired boy with a poor physique walking into the barracks with bloody footprints, the remaining boys shivered. The text was first released. They knew that the big ones were not necessarily the most ruthless.

The next day, Ron did not have the chance to rest among these injured teenagers. They had to participate in various training as usual. They were inevitably behind when they were injured, so they received several more beatings. Today, Allen could only grit his teeth and barely keep up with the team, but he could not surpass other teenagers as usual.

The injury only improved after three days. After half a month, the teenagers had the opportunity to use enlightenment potion again. This time, Allen no longer needed to participate, and he got a rare rest time.

When the green steel door of the air defense hall opened, the black boy Mao walked out arrogantly. This time, he successfully ignited the fire.

Another month later, the third source of the teenager was produced. It was a white girl, Meli, so before the two-month period arrived, only Allen and the other two passed the test successfully.

On the evening of the last day of the fourth month, the barracks opened. Ron walked in and shouted, "No. 666, 548 and 273."

Alan, Mao and Meli stood up. Ron nodded, "You guys come out with me."

When they walked out of the barracks, five instructors and a team of fully armed soldiers walked into the barracks. They closed the barracks' doors, and then there were gunfire and screams from the teenagers. Looking at the fires jumping in the windows and the blood splashing, the three teenagers' faces turned pale. It was obvious that Ron was "eliminating" all the unqualified people in his own way!
Chapter completed!