"Jerry Wilder!"
In the darkness, Jerry seemed to hear someone calling his name.
"Yes, sir!"
Jerry Wilder's years of military service caused him to react subconsciously.
But when he shouted, Jerry Wilder suddenly realized something was wrong.
He has been out of the army for five years.
"Corporal of Company B, 3rd Ranger Battalion. Participated in the Gulf War. Due to his participation in the Black Hawk Rescue Plan, his right leg was amputated due to a shell blast! Retired due to injury!"
The man in the darkness was still reading his message, and Jerry Wilder felt as if he had returned to the smoke-filled battlefield.
The Black Hawk Down incident is an everlasting pain in the heart of the Federal Department of Defense. This incident once led to the resignation of a Federal Minister of Defense.
When Jerry Whale was ordered to rescue two Black Hawk helicopters, he was hit by a shell. Although he survived, he had to have his right leg amputated due to excessive blood loss and severe infection of the wound.
After Jerry Whale retired due to injury and returned to New York, he was almost unable to take care of himself due to his leg disability. His wife divorced him and took their daughter away.
Jerry Whale left his house, car and money to his wife, left home with nothing, exiled himself and became a homeless man.
Whenever he woke up in the middle of the night and touched his aching leg, Jerry Weller sometimes wondered if everything would be different if his leg was not disabled.
When he retired and returned home, he opened the door and was greeted by his wife's warm smile and his daughter's sweet hug.
This is also the reason why Jerry Whale signed up without hesitation when he saw the human recruitment advertisement of the Osborne Group. For him, being a disabled person for a lifetime is far more terrifying than death.
"You have a lovely daughter!"
The figure in the dark read out the following message, but it touched the softest part of Jerry Weller's heart.
“That’s enough!”
Jerry Will shouted angrily into the darkness. As he became more angry, the muscles all over his body expanded rapidly, and almost instantly he transformed into a giant humanoid lizard that walked upright.
Blinking his eyes, Jerry Weller stared at the figure in the dark with a cold, emotionless, reptilian gaze. He scratched his five green fingers, wagging his thick tail, and was about to pounce.
"Da! Buzz!"
There was a sound of an electrical switch, and then a dazzling light came on in the ceiling.
The incandescent light of unknown wattage made Jerry Weller subconsciously cover his eyes.
However, the sudden change from darkness to light inevitably made Jerry Weller's eyes brimming with tears.
When he was shaking his lizard head and was still trying to adapt to the intensity of the light, the scene in front of him made him sniff his nose and subconsciously take a step back.
In front of me is an open, clean, simple underground square, about the size of two football fields.
In front of him were rows of soldiers standing with their hands behind their backs, wearing only military green T-shirts and shorts.
The whitewashed walls around the house had no markings.
The muscular white and black men stood in standard military posture with their hips apart, and everyone's eyes were fixed on them.
A burly man, nearly two meters tall, holding a document in his hand, looked at him with an almost critical gaze.
Jerry Wyer was very familiar with this kind of gaze. When he first joined the federal army, the Texas instructor looked at him with this kind of eyes, that was the look of a rookie.
"I hate the look in your eyes!"
Jerry Weller felt the surging power in his body, shook his neck, let out a low roar, and rushed towards the big man in front of him.
What does it feel like to have a two-meter-and-a-half-meter-tall human-shaped lizard rushing towards you with its tail wagging
The dull sound of footsteps echoed in the training ground. Listening to the sound that seemed like an earth-shaking movement, Kane's eyes did not change at all.
He watched as the lizard man's fist, as big as a vinegar jar, came towards him.
Kane turns sideways, slides, and throws an elbow.
Before Jerry Weller could swing his fist, he was hit hard in the abdomen by an elbow.
Bang!
Jerry Weller felt like he was hit hard in the waist by a truck, with intense pain and a strong impact.
Before he could react, he was knocked more than ten meters away and hit the wall hard.
"Your marksmanship is not outstanding, and your command and intelligence skills are A-. You are not qualified to join my Spade Squad!"
Kane punched Jerry Wilder and sent him flying, as if it were just some ordinary little thing.
"Until you pass the assessment, you will be assigned to Spade 3 Team as a tough attacker!"
Before Kane could finish his words, a tall green figure rushed towards him.
whoosh!
Before the person arrived, a thick tail had already hit him in the chest.
The wind was whistling, and the air was breaking through by the whip.
Faced with this tail that could easily break a concrete wall, Kane did not dodge. He took a breath, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
He stretched out a pair of palms as big as a palm leaf fan and directly hugged the lizard tail as thick as his thigh in his arms.
“Bang!”
With a crisp thumping sound, Jerrywell felt that his tail had hit the opponent solidly.
Before the cruel smile in his face disappeared, he felt himself being swung up.
Kane held the lizard tail in his arms with his strong arms, lifted it up and swung it down hard.
The ground shook violently, and Jerry Weller's huge lizard body came into close contact with the ground.
Accompanied by a series of bone breaking sounds, more than a dozen thick stone slabs were shattered.
The powerful self-healing ability derived from the lizard genes allowed Jerry Weller's body to quickly recover from a series of symptoms such as fractures, internal bleeding, and external injuries.
But before he could fully recover, he felt his tail being swung up again and then smashed heavily onto the stone slab.
Bang! Bang! Bang! …
A series of stone powder flew everywhere, and a deep pit was smashed into the ground!
“That’s enough!”
Jerry Wyle swung his powerful lizard tail and broke it right off at the root.
After breaking free from the restraints, Jerrywell turned around, waved his fist and hit Kane on the head.
"Bang!"
Kane faced Jerrywell's punch and also threw a punch to meet it.
The sound of wind gathered in Kane's fist.
Clouds follow the dragon, tiger creates wind, the wind whistles in Kane's fist, and a dull tiger roar can be heard faintly.
Amid the tiger's roar, the white gas explosion produced by Kane breaking the sound barrier formed the shape of a tiger's head with white-browed tiger eyes.
"roar!"
Bang!
Jerry Will didn't even make a sound this time. He was punched directly into the wall dozens of meters away. His whole body was like a puddle of mud, and was embedded in it.
"Dig him out, and after he wakes up, explain his welfare benefits to him!"
Kane put his hands behind his back, flexed his fingers and raised his chin. Two Spade soldiers stepped forward, one of them grabbed one of Jerry Wyle's legs and pulled him out of the wall.
Jerry Weller collapsed on the ground, his torn body healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even his tail, which had been broken off by itself, grew back.
However, this lizard seemed to have been hurt by someone. It lay on the ground with lifeless eyes and refused to get up.
"The complete version of the lizard potion will be distributed to all personnel in half a month. However, if you want to use it, you must master the breathing method taught by the boss and control your emotions. You must remember that you are a soldier, not a beast!"
Kane glanced at Jerry Weller casually. The indifference and scrutiny in his eyes made Jerry Weller tremble in his heart. Even his body shape began to change from a lizard to a human.
… …
A remote road in downtown New York at night.
There were endless low roars like the roars of wild beasts, mixed with screams and the roar of cars.
The lights of more than a dozen cars turned on at the same time illuminated the road, and you can see that this artificially blocked area is filled with all kinds of vehicles.
Underground racing, you can tell what this place is like from the racing girls in cool clothes and the racers who are rubbing their hands and ready to go.
A black guy wearing a baseball cap and a gold chain was moving among the racers, collecting registration fees and gambling money.
"The quality of the racers this time is quite high, Tolaido!"
In front of a blue Dodge car, a shirtless, muscular, bald man leaned against the door of his own cab with his arms folded, looking at his opponent coldly.
"I've inquired, and the organizer this time has changed!"
A black-haired beauty wearing tight jeans, a black bra and a white shirt leaned in the bald man's arms and spoke in his ear in a relaxed manner.
The bald man patted the black-haired beauty's buttocks.
"Relax. It's not easy for me to accompany you to New York. We have to buy something to bring back. Just like before, if we win and get the prize money, I will take you to buy some good things! By the way, I can pick out a birthday present for Mia!"
The bald man spoke in a relaxed tone, looking between several competitors, and the disdain in his tone was almost evident.
The bald man's relaxed expression seemed to stimulate the woman. She stood on tiptoes, moved forward, and gave the bald man a wet kiss!
… …
"Who is that?"
Xin looked at the blue Dodge leading the way, with a hint of curiosity on his face under the baseball cap.
"That's Toledo's car, Dominic Toledo, who has won the New York car race for three consecutive years!"
A racer heard what Xincha said and spoke to him.
"A racing driver who has won three consecutive championships!" Xin looked thoughtfully at the blue Dodge whose taillights were almost out of sight in the distance.
Dominic Toledo must be quite capable as he was able to win three consecutive New York car races. Soon the blue Dodge showed its strength to everyone.
The blue Dodge was the first to return to the finish line. When Dominic Toledona pushed open the door and got out of the car, the whole audience cheered and the atmosphere almost exploded.
"Toledo!"
"Toledo!"
"Toledo!"
… …
"Hey man, here's your bonus!"
Xincha handed a stack of nearly 20,000 US dollars to the bald man and extended an invitation.
"You're a pretty good driver, are you interested in doing some work for me?"
Dominic Toledo stuffed the money into the pocket of the woman in his arms and said in a deep voice:
"Thank you for your kindness. I am now free and have no plans to join a team for the time being. I only serve my family!"
Xincha shrugged and spread his hands. "That's a shame. You are welcome to come to New York to participate in car races again in the future!"
By the second half of the night, this underground racing event was coming to an end.
Xincha carried a schoolbag stuffed with money and walked towards his favorite car, a yellow Chevrolet Camaro sports car.
As he pressed the car key in his hand and watched his Bumblebee flashing its lights, Xincha's face was filled with a satisfied smile.
Once upon a time, as a low-level gangster, he never dreamed that he would live such a life, drive a luxury car, and control the rights to organize underground car races in most of New York.
He opened the car door and threw the bag containing money on the passenger seat. Just as Xincha started the car, a snow-white arm suddenly rested on his car window.
"Hey, can I get a ride?"
Xincha looked up at the woman in front of him. She had short hair, a pure yet heroic face, and was wearing a long black skirt that revealed her fair skin.
Xin Cha looked at the woman and couldn't help swallowing. He was about to agree, but when his eyes glanced at the bag full of money on the passenger seat, Xin Cha hesitated for a moment, took out a business card and handed it to the woman.
"I'm afraid it's not convenient today. Here's my business card. We can race together some other time!"
After Xincha finished speaking, he was about to start the car and leave when he felt a hardness on his temple.
Xincha felt the hard muzzle of the gun against his temple, and his expression suddenly froze.
"Hey, don't be impulsive. If you want money, there are two hundred thousand dollars in the co-pilot's backpack. You can take it!"
"Open the passenger door!"
A woman's cold voice sounded, and at the same time Xincha felt the gun against his temple move.
"Hey, hey, okay, relax, misfiring is not fun!"
Xincha opened the passenger door lock as the woman instructed, and a pale-faced man in a windbreaker opened the door and got in.
The man in the windbreaker also held a pistol in his hand and pointed it at Xincha.
Then, the woman in the black dress got into the back seat.
"Tell us one question and we'll let you go! Otherwise!"
The woman in the black dress pointed the gun at the back of Xincha's head and moved it downwards.
"Ask me, and I'll tell you everything as long as you don't shoot!"
Xincha stared at the face of the woman in the black dress nervously through the rearview mirror.
"Not long ago, a terrorist attack occurred at a New York train station. You and your accomplices stole a body from the station. Where did you hide the body?"
Selina held the pistol, waiting for the human's answer.
Hearing Selina's question, Xincha's expression suddenly changed.
"Are you here for that corpse!?"
Xincha looked at Selena's face through the rearview mirror, and a trace of mockery flashed across his face under the baseball cap:
"Hey, I don't care who you are, vampires or something else, girl, you messed with the wrong person, do you know who our boss is?"