Chapter 338: A Good Thing I Can't Think of
"Haha! Because they know that they will definitely not compete with the five-star team."
"What do you mean?" Zhao Hui became even more curious.
"The staffing configuration of other teams is actually very reasonable. Even if you lack personnel, you only lack some irrelevant auxiliary personnel. Even if you join, you are just doing some tricks and starting a move, and you won't get very good training."
Qi Kairui said: "But the five-star team is different. They lack the main offensive force."
"The main force of the offensive?" Zhao Hui raised his eyebrows.
Speaking of this, Qi Kairui sighed, with a hint of sadness in his eyes. "In January this year, a total of four people from the five-star team entered the No. 33 cave, but only three people walked out alive, one of them died in the No. 33 cave."
"That dead person is the captain of the five-star team, and is also the main force of the offensive, a powerful first-level thunder superpower."
Zhao Hui was silent.
"After that, the five-star team lacked the main offensive force, so they never entered the cave to explore again, until now."
Qi Kairui shook his head and said, "The remaining Yang Wei and the other two are in charge of the environment, one is in charge of the secret assassination, and the other is in charge of the absolute control. The superpowers of these three are all auxiliary."
"If you can join this team, you will receive unreserved teachings and teachings from the three of them. It will be of great benefit to you. Moreover, once your strength improves, you will become the main force of the group."
"With such good training conditions, which group can compete for a five-star group?"
This is a three-story single-family manor near the seaside. Standing in front, a luxurious and elegant atmosphere comes to your face. It is majestic and yet has the cool beauty of science fiction.
Qi Kairui took Zhao Hui to the manor and said goodbye. He was the colonel of the amphibious aircraft carrier and he was also in charge of official duties, so it was impossible for him to stay here all the time.
"This manor has three floors, a huge terrace, a courtyard and a basement, with a total area of less than 1,000 square meters." Zhao Hui sighed a little. Although his mother is a scientific researcher, the family's economy is not very luxurious.
Apart from having an old house of 100 square meters in the farm city, there is no extra property. Zhao Hui never thought about it before, but he expected that such a big change would take place in just ten days.
"Mother, are you okay?"
After a quick look at the manor, Zhao Hui could no longer suppress his anxiety and came to the fourth floor audio and video room, turned on his laptop computer, and looked for the contact number of the General Hospital of Citizens.
The offshore manor is equipped with a complete range of equipment, including TVs, laptops, telephones, telephones, various furniture, and equipment for practicing skills.
As long as you can allocate a manor, you don’t need to buy anything and move in directly. Moreover, these equipment are high-tech products that human aristocrats can only enjoy, and ordinary people cannot buy them even if they want to.
Moreover, the network permissions here are very high, and ordinary secrets can be easily found.
"My mother is in the fourth floor special care unit, and the attending doctor Dr. Yan Binyan."
The contact information of the attending physicians of the General Hospital of the Liberation District were displayed on the screen of the portable computer. Zhao Hui found Yan Bin's contact number from it and couldn't wait to dial in.
"Hey. Who?"
What Zhao Hui did not expect was that it was heard after just two sounds.
Zhao Hui suppressed the excitement in his heart, and his voice trembled slightly, "Doctor Yan? I am Zhao Hui, the family of your patient Zhao Manman."
"What? You said you are Zhao Hui, are you still alive?"
Yan Bin was slightly stunned on the other end of the phone, but then the voice suddenly rose, and he stood up and exclaimed: "Zhao Hui, you are not already."
As the chief physician and expert-level figure of the Citizen General Hospital, Yan Bin actually has not many patients, but without exception, all the rich and high-ranking officials are the elites in the district.
Zhao Manman is one of the few patients Yan Bin has treated with a scientific researcher but is helpless, so Yan Bin has a deep impression of Zhao Manman.
In addition, he still remembers Zhao Manman's son, Zhao Hui and Yan Bin, especially after hearing that the flying mecha that Zhao Hui was riding in crashed, he expressed great sympathy for the suffering father and son.
"I'm not dead, Doctor Yan, I survived. How is my mother doing now? He"
"well."
When Yan Bin heard that Zhao Hui was not dead, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed and sighed inwardly that God had eyes. But when Zhao Hui asked about Zhao Manman, the joy in his heart became silent again, and after a while, he sighed quietly.
"Doctor Tang Yan, my mother," Zhao Hui still didn't give up.
"Go. Zhao Manman passed away ten days ago."
"mom--"
Tears as big as beans rolled down, and the phone fell to the ground. Zhao Hui suddenly collapsed to the ground. After a moment, he burst into tears like a child.
Although he had known that his mother could not be treated, Zhao Hui was still heartbroken when he heard the news.
The sound was sad, the listener burst into tears, and the listener was sad, and it spread directly through the window to the distant sea surface, and even the sound of the waves of the sea covered the past.
Zhao Hui sat for two days and two nights.
Having not slept for so long, his eyes were covered with blood, his hair was messy and he looked very sloppy, and his eyes were heartless and depressed.
Zhao Hui is indeed very sad. Since he was a child, he has been a single-parent family and was raised by his mother Zhao Manman with shit and urine.
Early in the morning of the third day, Zhao Hui was still slumped on the ground, his eyes were dull, and the pony's screams woke him up.
The pony stood on Zhao Hui's shoulder, and his chubby little claws kept scratching Zhao Hui's hair, and kept screaming. Zhao Hui was sad for two days, and it stayed with him for two days.
But I couldn't stand it on the third day and was too hungry.
So the pony flew to Zhao Hui's shoulder and kept scratching his little paws as he wanted to eat.
Zhao Hui licked his chapped lips and his eyes turned red again. However, this time, although he was sad, he did not shed tears. In just two days, he seemed to have matured a lot, less youthful and more steady.
"Mom, you rest in heaven! I will live well, I will definitely do it." Zhao Hui stood up, clenched his fists, and secretly sweared that people always need to grow up and cannot be addicted to grief forever.
Zhao Hui was sad, but he also knew that only by living better was the best comfort for his mother.
"Gugu" At this time, Xiaoma scratched Zhao Hui's hair again and urged him.
"Are you hungry?" Zhao Hui turned his head and smiled reluctantly, reaching out to touch Xiaoma's head. This time Xiaoma did not refuse, and let Zhao Hui's hand touch his head.
"Slippery, hard, but a little warm." Zhao Hui stroked Xiaoma's head, laughed, spread his other hand, and sharp thorns appeared one by one.
"Eat!" Zhao Hui stretched the spike in front of Xiaoma.
"Crack"
The little horse was not polite at all. He opened his mouth and bit off a sharp thorn and started chewing it vigorously.
Chapter completed!