When he learned that he was suddenly transferred from the originally arranged third team to the first team, and also heard that the instructor of the first team was Li Nanheng himself, Feng Ling's face was completely calm.
Ah K said that those who can join the first team are all the semi-newcomers in the base who are particularly skilled. It is impossible for ordinary newcomers to join the first team. And if there are any tasks, big or small, you must first select people from the first team, because the first team is The most skilled group in the entire base, and also the most admired training camp in the base. Most of the first team has become a success. Even if Boss Li doesn't need to personally supervise it, the people there will train consciously every day. There is no need at all. Boss Li goes to worry about it.
Many people in the XI base have different opinions about Feng Ling being suddenly transferred to the first team. Some people think that Feng Ling is lucky. With his little skills, he was discovered by the boss. He can actually do it just after entering the base. She got into the first team and got such a good opportunity, but some people thought that the boss was clearly trying to make things difficult for her. The people in the first team were all like wolves and tigers, and when they started training, they all had no physical fitness. He fights for his life, even daring to put his life on the muzzle of a gun when he goes out on a mission. If such a thirteen-year-old boy is brought into a team, he will probably die in the training camp within half a month.
However, faced with the various curiosity, comments and concerns from a group of new acquaintances, Feng Ling had no idea.
Now that she has decided to settle down in Base XI, it doesn't matter where she is. Anyway, as long as she can train, learn marksmanship and other things she likes, as long as she can have a place to live and food to eat, this is the life she wants.
On the first night when he was transferred to the first team, Feng Ling had no intention of living there directly and still slept on the lower bunk of Ah K's room.
Ah K gave her an old mobile phone that she had used before. He also said that if she had a chance to go on a mission in the first team in the future, she would get a lot of bonuses if the mission was successful, so she would not have to worry about buying new things. Especially for big missions that may require life and death, as long as she can complete the mission and come back alive, the one-time bonus is enough for her to buy a small house in the suburbs of Los Angeles. It can be seen that although the members of the XI base only appear to be wearing ordinary combat uniforms , but how rich it is also shows how terrifying the strength of this XI base is.
After Feng Ling fell asleep at Ah K's place that night...
Nan Heng took a rare look at the training camp at night. The members of the first team were surprised that the boss actually had time to come over today. Usually they trained by themselves, or the assistant instructor did it for them. The boss disappeared every day. , only appears during assessments, and it is a rare occurrence to show up tonight.
In the training camp venue, the fireworks between the man's fingers were clearly extinguished. He glanced at the familiar faces in the crowd, then glanced at the person in charge of the training camp, and asked if the new guy was here today, but the answer he got was that he was new. He said he would come early tomorrow morning, but not tonight.
Nan Heng threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it and put it out. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the people in the field, his eyes getting colder by the inch.
He was moved to the first team. This honor was coveted by all members of the entire base, but he didn't come in time
And you said you'd come back tomorrow
very good.
Probably because he has such a good temper, it is rare to find a new person with impressive skills, and he wants to "promote him".
Since he is so ignorant, don't blame him for being rude.
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The next day.
"Why does the boss look worse today..."
"The light in the boss's room seemed to have been on last night. Could it be that he didn't sleep all night?"
"How could it be? Is it possible that such a good boss still has insomnia?"
Isn't it just because of insomnia
Nan Heng felt that he might have been hanging out with these men in the base for a long time, and he was particularly sensitive to creatures like women after touching them once.
But he caught a glimpse of it that night in the steam room of the orphanage that night. They were a couple of little buns who had just grown up. It was obvious that a teenage girl had barged in, but he actually couldn't look away. To this day, I still don’t know whether I have never forgotten the pair of little white buns looming next to the clothes, or whether I am still impressed by the man who dared to burn wires in the bushes, who dared to spend the night in the jungle, and who dared to signal provocation to him. That guy never forgets it.
However, as soon as I closed my eyes at night and just fell asleep, the scene of him tearing off the other person's sleeves in the steam room popped up in my mind. The key is that in the dream mirror, the person's face suddenly changed from time to time. It turned into Feng Ling's emotionless face, and when they were paired together like this, they actually looked pretty good. They both had the same thin skin and tender flesh...
It was because of this strange dream that put the two people's heads and bodies together that Nan Heng woke up suddenly and had a sleepless night. He barely managed to sleep for another hour at dawn.
When I woke up in the morning, my face looked so stinky that I couldn't bear to look at it, as if a can of Swedish herring had been splashed on my face.
Nan Heng walked out of the training camp. He was wearing a black combat uniform with a close-fitting black T-shirt. His neat short hair looked arrogant and lazy in such a casual and slightly unawakened state. His coldness and coolness made the surrounding people talk instantly. They all kept silent and did not dare to make any further remarks.
"Boss, did you not sleep well last night?" Han Jin, the deputy instructor of the first team, followed behind and asked.
Nan Heng did not reply to his words, but glanced at the members in the training camp behind him with a cold face, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "Is that kid here?"
"Are you talking about Feng Ling? He arrived an hour ago. He said he would arrive this morning. Sure enough, he was on time. Just when we were getting ready for training in the morning, he came in. He just ran a few laps with everyone, and now he is studying in the back. Do other training." Han Jin answered truthfully.
He does what he says.
But damn, what happened to that brat that he dreamed about in the middle of the night
Li Nanheng said with a sullen face: "Although the boy named Feng Ling is not old, he is a newcomer after all. I see that his moves have no rules other than ruthlessness and speed, so I will directly give him intensive training. If he can't keep up, I will let him go." Practice by yourself overnight, and if any movement is not up to standard, you will be beaten with a stick without considering whether he is a newbie or not."
Han Jin stood behind and thought for a while, then said silently: "It can be seen that he has not received professional training, but his brain works very quickly, he can understand everything at a glance, and he can do it very well with just a little guidance. That's why he came here After an hour of training, the several movements he learned were very good and the strength was also very good. I feel that he won’t be able to use the stick for the time being.”
Nan Heng held a cigarette in his mouth and suddenly turned his eyes to look at Han Jin, his face expressionless.
As soon as he saw the boss' eyes that seemed to be quenched with fire, Han Jin understood instantly.
"Okay, I understand. Give him the most intense training. If it doesn't work, use a stick. If you don't beat him until he cries for father and mother, you can withdraw my title of deputy instructor at any time."
After hearing the satisfactory reply, Nan Heng blew out a smoke ring and walked away with a cold face.