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One day passed. Zhang Feng got up in the morning and went to the vegetable market. He simply bought some ingredients and came back, then never left the room again.
For food, I used the vegetables I bought in the morning and cooked them on the simple earthen stove in the room.
He has no specific requirements for what he eats, as long as it can fill his stomach.
There is no entertainment, eating, sleeping, otherwise I just lie in bed and stare at the ceiling in a daze.
It is not accurate to say that I was in a daze. It should be said that I was pondering or thinking.
The chances of surviving this operation are too low, but we must strive to survive as much as possible.
You can't ask the top soldiers of the US army to give you a way out. The only thing you can do is to do your best to figure out what may happen when the time comes.
Not only do you need to think about possible dangers, but you also need to think about how to deal with them when they happen.
From the moment he entered Area 51 to the final departure, he deduced it step by step.
The next day, there was still no news, so Zhang Feng remained in the room.
Loneliness is something that a good soldier must adapt to.
Another aspect.
Caldera listened to Zhang Feng and resumed his normal life.
Live in your own home and carry sandbags every day.
When I went home at night, the street lights in the slums were dim and their illumination range was limited. Many of them were even broken. The night roads were very dark.
Fortunately, the mud ponds on the road have dried up, so walking is not strenuous. Caldera has already adapted to such a night road.
Even if there is no light, he can find his home in the dark.
What he didn't know was that there were two figures hiding in the culvert on the roadside.
After Caldera walked over, two black figures came out and headed straight for him.
By the time Caldera heard the footsteps behind him, it was too late.
The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of his head, "Don't move."
Caldera couldn't understand the English spoken in a deep voice, but he could feel the coldness and hardness of the muzzle.
Another figure directly clasped Caldera's hands behind his back, blocking them with cold handcuffs.
Caldera was not given any chance to speak or struggle at all.
Hard sand-colored combat boots kicked out of his leg sockets, and Caldera knelt on the ground on one knee. The next moment, the hard gun butt hit the back of his neck.
The two figures lifted up the unconscious Caldera and quickly disappeared on the dirt road of the slum.
From appearance to departure, it took less than two minutes.
No one noticed Caldera's disappearance.
Quickly leaving the slum, Caldera was put into a car by two men and left quickly.
On the other side of the city, an inconspicuous warehouse is Waltz's temporary station.
Although it looks like a shabby warehouse from the outside, the interior is more luxurious than a five-star hotel.
Waltz was sitting on the European-style sofa, with his feet on the coffee table and a cigar in his mouth, smoking leisurely.
The door in the warehouse slowly opened, and two men wearing suits and sand-colored combat boots walked in carrying Caldera, who was still unconscious.
"Colonel, we've got the man back."
Waltz nodded and said, "It looks good, let's go to the back to check the body function." After that, he put out the cigar in the ashtray and walked towards the back first.
He was also muttering in his heart, wanting to see what the physical functions of the person Zhang Feng proposed were like. If he was not qualified, it would be troublesome to get it back.
Since regaining the trust of the organization, Waltz has always been on thin ice and does not dare to be careless.
The reason why he changed his station like this is to match his previous personality and prevent others from suspecting him.
There is a cave at the back of the warehouse, which looks similar to a hospital ward. There is a bed in the middle and several large instruments on both sides.
"Damn, this guy is really heavy." One of them muttered and cursed as Caldera was lifted onto the hospital bed.
Caldera's handcuffs were opened and his limbs were tied to the four corners of the bed.
With a crash, the two people quickly took off Caldera's clothes, not gently. But violent tearing!
The rest of Waltz took matters into his own hands and attached electromagnetic chips to various locations on Caldera's body.
The instrument quickly displayed rows of data, which represented Caldera's bone strength, muscle strength, flexibility, etc.
Taken together, these data cannot represent a person's current combat effectiveness, but they can reflect his physical function.
In other words, it is used to evaluate a person’s physical talent!
hiss.
Half an hour later, Caldera slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bed. He wanted to make a move, but found that he was tied tightly and could not struggle to open.
"Let me go? Who are you?"
The other two people in the room didn't understand Spanish, and Waltz was so surprised that he had no time to pay attention to him.
The sound of gasping air came from his mouth.
Based on Caldera's various indicator data, his overall score in terms of physical talent is ss!
This score has never been seen in Area 51 for so many years, and the probability of each SS-type experimental subject being successfully transformed is more than 70%!
Found a treasure!
This is the first reaction to Waltz!
In the past, he would have been so excited that he fell asleep. Because by sending him to the organization, he can get extremely generous rewards.
But now, he doesn't care about these external rewards at all. What he thinks about is how to get his wife and children out of the control of Area 51 and truly become free people.
After a slight hesitation, Waltz said with excitement: "You two go out and wait outside. I want to report to the superiors that I discovered the experimental subject with SS physique. Haha, you two are also waiting to get the reward here. Bar."
After hearing his words, the two people who captured Caldera had uncontrollable excitement on their faces.
After they left, Waltz locked the door from the inside and then walked to the hospital bed.
"Who are you?" Caldera was still struggling. But the cowhide rope, which was as thick as a child's arm, was obviously not something he could break free from.
Waltz whispered in Spanish: "Tyrone."
Hearing this name, Caldera suddenly became quiet. He was about to speak when he saw Waltz making a silencing gesture.
Waltz lowered his voice and said: "Tailon asked me to get you here. I don't know exactly what he wants to do. But one thing is, here, you don't know me, you don't know Talon, you don't know anyone. Do you understand what I'm saying?"