Chapter Fifty-One: Tranquility

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  I originally thought that getting equipment would be a hassle, but it turned out that after selecting the good stuff at the armory, I just needed to register with the warehouse manager and that was it. These "real deal" items that might not be seen in China for a lifetime will soon be taken onto the battlefield by me to realize their value.

  As soon as I walked out of the armory, I saw Kim Ji-hoon following closely behind Scorpion's tail, probably also here to choose a weapon. After exchanging greetings, the two didn't even glance at me and walked straight into the armory. Scorpion was too proud to look at me, while that bastard Kim Ji-hoon couldn't see me in his eyes! Looking at his blissful expression, I wanted to kick him back to Korea! This kid's luck is really not shallow, if I had known there were beautiful women as instructors, I would have gone to learn sniping too!

  Two people followed me to bring equipment such as SG552 to the shooting range for zeroing, and many people were already practicing shooting there. The shooting range had almost all types of guns in the world, you could pick up any gun you wanted to practice with, and there were plenty of bullets, ordinary people would be excited just thinking about it.

  Zero in the sights, under the guidance of the two black bears, adjust the sights well, can't help but excitedly shoot a few hundred rounds, lift up the numb arm to look at the watch on the wrist, only to find out that it's already past 1 o'clock! There are only a few people left in twos and threes on the shooting range. In this brightly lit base, it's not easy to pay attention to time!

  The two of us, still in high spirits, finally "had the good fortune" to return to our room and lie down on the bed. As my excitement gradually subsided, I began to feel wave after wave of fatigue wash over me, and before I knew it, I had fallen fast asleep. As usual, the pistol was placed under the pillow, with my hand lightly resting on the grip.

  In the morning, Kim Ji-hoon knocked on my door and asked me to go exercise with him at F4. After washing up, we took the elevator to F4. Inside, there were all sorts of training equipment and devices, but no running track, so I had to give up on my plan to run and instead practiced martial arts, starting by punching a sandbag to loosen up my limbs. Then, I dragged Kim Ji-hoon onto the boxing ring and let loose, sending him tumbling around in a daze.

  I'm finding myself increasingly enjoying practicing martial arts with Kim Ji-hoon. Every time I see him get beaten to the ground and refuse to get up, he makes huge progress next time, and my own sense of pride instantly doubles. At the same time, I also feel a great sense of accomplishment. The most important thing is that beating others is much more satisfying than being beaten myself, and I especially love the feeling of walking all over someone!

  Past seven, the crowd of people training in F4 started to leave one after another, my stomach was also growling with hunger, so I pulled up Kim Jiwon who was lying on the ground and grumbling, and we walked into the elevator shoulder to shoulder back to F3.

  Just rushed to the front of the third squad, I saw Birdman humming a little tune, excitedly holding a breakfast and walking back. I hastily walked forward to greet him: "Hey, Birdman! Where did you buy your breakfast?"

  The bird man laughed and beckoned with a wave of his hand, pointing to the end of the corridor and saying: "There, walk to the head is the restaurant, free!"

  "Thank you!"

  I nodded and quickly pulled up Kim Jee-joon beside me, walking briskly inside. The birdman loudly added from behind: "16th, 17th, the fruit pizza and hamburger at Uncle Tak's fourth window are delicious, you can go try them!"

  "Alright." I shook my head and quickened my pace, waving my hand behind me. I had already experienced the ferocity of his mouth, and if I stopped to say a few more words, I was afraid that Birdman would drag us into introducing all the dishes in the entire restaurant.

  At the end of the corridor was a dining hall that could accommodate hundreds of people for dinner at the same time, in Western style, with extremely luxurious decorations. As soon as we entered the grand hall, both of us couldn't help but exclaim, Wolf Mercenary Corps is really rich, and just one restaurant for eating is decorated so luxuriously, not inferior to the star-rated hotels outside, eating here is absolutely a pleasure!

  After sighing, we excitedly found the bird man's No. 4 window, where over ten square meters of space was filled with all sorts of food. A white-haired old man in his fifties, wearing a spotless chef uniform, stood there with a smile and asked: "Good morning, young men, what would you like to eat?"

  "This one, this one, uh... and this one!"

  Kim Ji-joon's face lit up with excitement as he looked at the food, his eyes shining brightly as he ordered a large quantity of dishes. The old man smiled and took over a tray, placing all the dishes Kim Ji-joon had ordered on it, then brought out a large cup of milk and placed it on the tray.

  "What about you? Young man, what would you like to eat?" The old man handed the tray over to Kim Ji-hoon's hands and looked at me still frowning in thought, couldn't help but laugh.

  "Ah!" I sighed helplessly and smiled at the old man: "I really don't know what to eat! It feels like I have choice phobia or something, every time a bunch of things are put in front of me for me to choose from, I don't know which one to pick. Do you have Chinese breakfast here?"

  "Try a few and see which one you like, if you don't like it, I can change it for you. But honestly, I really can't make Chinese breakfast!" The old man named Tak shrugged helplessly, furrowed his brow with a helpless expression, then smiled: "But I know it will be great! I've been to China before, and Chinese food is truly profound and complex. I tried making some myself, but... uh, the flavor just doesn't seem right. Are you two from China?"

  The old man in front of me gave me a kind and gentle feeling, like a street breakfast uncle. His smiling face made people feel very close to him. But from his still strong body and the temperament that occasionally came out from him, I always felt that the old man in front of me was not an ordinary person. Not to mention what he did in this secret base for breakfast, just looking at his hands full of calluses when taking food, it's definitely not a simple cook should have. But so what? The other party is not an enemy, and has no intention towards oneself, why think so much, just eat one's own breakfast.

  I laughed and pointed at myself: "I am, he is not!"

  The old man nodded with a smile: "Hello, young men, my name is Tak, everyone likes to call me Uncle Tak. This morning I heard the bird people say that two Asians came to the third division team, it should be you two, right?"

  "En." Kim Ji-joon nodded and took a bite of the hamburger in his hand, mumbling indistinctly: "We just arrived yesterday."

  I couldn't help but sigh inwardly, this birdman's mouth is really not ordinary... In just one night, even the base chef knows of our existence...

  "Welcome to the Wolf Mercenary Corps!" Uncle Tucker still smiled and stretched out his hand to shake mine, then grabbed Jin Zhijun's paw and shook it, shrugging his shoulders at me with a helpless expression: "I really want to learn how to make Chinese food from you! There are also many Asians who can't get used to Western food, but we don't know how to make Eastern cuisine, what a pity!"

  I'm speechless! Please enlighten me? It seems like when I was at home, I was just a master of wearing clothes and eating food. At school, it's even more so, every day is instant noodles with pickled vegetables or the big pot dishes from the cafeteria, who would cook?!

  I scratched my head in embarrassment: "I... I don't know how either! When I was in China, I was either at home or selling food on the street to eat, never cooked for myself!"

  "What a pity!" Uncle Tucker couldn't hide the disappointment on his face, and I could only scratch my head again in embarrassment.

  Dad and mom's craftsmanship is so good, I knew it earlier and learned a few tricks at home, learned a few dishes that I love to eat, and then taught this Mr. Tak in front of me, huh? In the future, when I want to eat my hometown dishes, can't I just have them anytime?

  "Hey, are you going to eat or not? Can we find a seat and sit down?" Kim Ji-hoon, who had already finished one hamburger, poked me with his greasy finger.

  Whoa! I slapped away the greasy paw in front of me and gave it a few more slaps with my hand, looking disgusted. Uncle Tak across from me couldn't help but burst out laughing, and as Kim Ji-hoon tried to lift his greasy paw again, I quickly shifted my gaze to the food on the windowsill, thought for a moment, and ordered the fruit pizza and hamburger that Birdman had recommended.

  I took the tray from Uncle Tak and we found a seat to sit down. The intense fight earlier had consumed all my remaining energy. After sitting down, I first drank a big mouthful of milk, then tore off a piece of fruit pizza and hastily stuffed it into my mouth. Munching away, I felt that the taste was actually not bad. The sour and sweet flavor of the fruit combined with the aroma of the bread filled my entire mouth, and I couldn't help but let out two sighs of satisfaction. Savoring delicious food while being hungry is also a kind of happiness! By the time I swallowed the food in my mouth, Kim Jihyun across from me had already wolfed down more than half of his breakfast, and after gulping down the last half cup of milk, he picked up his cup to ask Uncle Tak for more milk.