Chapter 60 Special Training Begins

  These 480 people were accommodated in two collective dormitories that were tightly packed together, with the front and back numbers each occupying one room.

  So when He Lian Guang walked into the dormitory with his famous sniper rifle, it immediately caused a stir.

  "Head, look at the 114th sniper rifle, it's actually a South African-made 14.7mm anti-material sniper rifle, what a master!"; No. 2 was curiously sizing up He Lian Guang.

  "How did you get so confident? It's still a long way to go, I don't know if they can pass the test and enter the final competition. Even if they do enter the final competition, it's possible that they'll be eliminated by other teams before they even reach the halfway point." The tone of No. 1 was very firm and confident, as if they were certain to enter the final match.

  "It's a pity if that's the case, someone who can use this sniper rifle won't be weak in combat."

  No. 2 sighed: "I hope their No. 115 will make good use of that replica of the Fire God Cannon and let them advance to the finals."

  "It's time for a battle with old friends again! This time they're well-prepared and claim to seek revenge for the previous arrow shot! Be careful how you respond."

  "Don't worry, captain, with me and Old Two working together, we'll be invincible." No. 6 interrupted.

  "Old two? I don't like the sound of that. No way, you have to change your nickname next time."

  Number 2 laughed and said: "Is it necessary for old friends? The new things we brought this time are enough for them to drink a pot!"

  "Alright then!"; Number One nodded reassuringly.

  On the battlefield in Afghanistan, they formed a special sniper team with fruitful results.

  Apart from special missions, the SEALs were originally not involved in general land battles, but due to the unstable situation, the US Army dispatched a small team to participate.

  "It seems that others only see the sniper rifle in your hand, and don't recognize you as a person. Don't you want to say something about this?" Chu Cuo teased from the side.

  Yes! Those who dare to use and can independently use the 14.7 caliber anti-material sniper rifle produced in South Africa, I'm afraid there are only a few people on the entire planet.

  "They will regret it!" He Lian Guang replied lightly.

  "It's really a stick that can't even fart! How boring!"; The expected purpose was not achieved, and Chu Lin thought of another topic.

  "And another thing, I'm not even worth replacing. Unbelievable! The 'Grim Reaper' that can kill from 3,000 meters away wasn't even mentioned! What a waste of eyesight!" Chu Chen said in a low voice.

  "Not bad, they will regret it!" Zhang Hang smiled lightly, just like He Lian Guang.

  Just as Zhang Hang's voice fell, a Japanese voice sounded from the other side: "Captain, I don't know if that 114 sniper rifle can be used for hunting. If it can, I wonder what effect it will have."

  Perhaps they were all special forces from around the world, not afraid of others listening in, so the Japanese "Kamikaze" special forces' 104 number, who was just ahead of Zhang Hang and his team, started teasing He Lian Guang.

  "Isn't that right? And what about the originally six-barreled Vulcan cannon, now one barrel short, I wonder if it can still fire normally?" said another member of the Japanese team, No. 107.

  "Hahaha!" From 101 to 110, everyone burst out laughing.

  "What the... What right does this little Japanese have to mock Lian Guang and Xi Men Ding? It's like lighting a lamp in a toilet - asking for death!" Chu Lei's voice wasn't low this time, and everyone in the dormitory could hear it.

  Those who didn't understand it didn't pay attention, while those who did couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  That No. 104 seemed to have understood Chu Li's words, his face turned red with anger and was about to counterattack when he was stopped by his captain, No. 101 Yamamoto Ichiro: "Don't cause trouble, teach them a lesson on the battlefield!"

  "Bring it on, you little devil!"; Chu Yan glared at him: "It's not like the old days, you can't just run around the world with your medicinal flag. If you dare to come to China again, I'll make sure you never return!"

  "Not bad! Captain Miyamoto is their role model." He Lian Guang said with a faint smile.

  "What? So Miyamoto and his men were also defeated by you, great! Great!" Anyone could clearly see the cold, sinister glint in Yamamoto's eyes.

  Miura was his instructor and also the one who brought him up. He had deep feelings for Miura.

  After Miyamoto's retirement, he recruited some retired special forces and formed a mercenary group that took on business across Asia.

  Unexpectedly, three months ago, Miyamoto took on a mission to China and even his mercenary died in battle!

  It was only after the fact that it became known that Miyamoto's mission to China this time, on the surface, was to escort Keiichi Nakahara of the Pearl Group back home, but in reality, Nakahara had secretly stolen China's latest aerospace technology. Miyamoto knew the truth and still took the job, so he is at fault both morally and rationally.

  Although so, Yamamoto Jūichirō still understood Miyamoto's actions, after all he was his benefactor, standing in his position to look at the problem, Miyamoto taking this job to China can also be considered as dedicating himself to the country.

  So he vowed to avenge Miyamoto. Conveniently, the Hunter School provided him with a stage where he could kill without being held accountable.

  Even enemies meet with tears in their eyes!

  In front of a large crowd, Yamamoto Jūichirō only expressed his inner anger with two words: "Very well".

  "Looks like he's still not convinced, and on top of that, he's fierce and wants to eat people, it's a bit intimidating!" Chu Li's teeth cracked open, and these words burst out from between his teeth.

  "This is simple, just take it as is!" Zhang Hang said with a relaxed face.

  "Hey, little devil, did you hear that? Our boss has spoken: take it all in! Oh, and by the way, let me tell you something. That guy named Miyamoto and the group of devils he brought with him were all taken care of by our boss single-handedly. As the saying goes, 'those who owe debts must pay them back', so when the time comes, if you have any tricks up your sleeve, just direct them at him, no need to be polite!"; The moment Chu Yan's loud voice finished broadcasting, everyone in the dormitory who understood Chinese immediately turned their shocked gaze towards Zhang Hang.

  Miyamoto's mercenary fighting strength is also among the top in Asia, absolutely within the top five. He was actually killed by him alone.

  How terrifying!

  "It seems that the real master of the Chinese team is their captain, that handsome, calm and gentle-looking young man who was actually pretending to be a pig eating a tiger! In this case, the weapon in his hand is too ordinary, except for the slightly longer barrel, there's nothing special about it. Will they have misjudged again, taking a cannon for a bird gun? This is a new doubt lingering in everyone's mind."

  Yamamoto Jūichirō no longer spoke, no matter how strong his opponent was, he would not give up on the idea of revenge. Tonight was the first night here, so he should get a good rest, afterwards it might not be treated so well. What to do next is to complete that perverted instructor Crocodile's training course, only then will there be an opportunity to compete with him and wait for a chance to take revenge. Hope he can also pass smoothly, leaving himself a chance for revenge.

  At midnight sharp.

  The crocodile stood at the dormitory door, his eyes fixed tightly on the watch on his left wrist. When the pointer had just passed the Arabic numeral "12", he swung down his right hand which had been raised high.

  Only two assistants beside him excitedly pulled out two small, black objects resembling pumpkins, pulled the safety pins and threw them into the dormitory.

  Those two small, black things that look like pumpkins are now lying on the ground, puffing out large amounts of white air. The white air immediately enters the dense noses on the bed, triggering a fit of rapid coughs.

  The team members on the bed quickly got up, covered their mouths and noses, but the tears in their eyes couldn't be stopped, flowing down continuously.

  Cough, cough!

  Suddenly, a loud "cough" echoed through the dormitory.

  "It's tear gas canisters! And smoke bombs! Oh God, what are they trying to do?"

  "Good morning, everyone! Maybe this greeting is a bit early for you, but our special training has officially begun. The loud voice of Crocodile Hong echoed outside the door: "This is your emergency assembly call and wake-up call from now on, it's the most effective wake-up call that our Hunter School has been using after experimentation and will continue to use without any changes! I hope you all like it! Each of your training sessions will have a score, only those who pass can receive our Hunter School graduation certificate and qualify for the final championship. Now quickly get dressed, the task for this emergency assembly is: carry 30 kilograms, run around the track for ten kilometers, complete two hundred push-ups and pull-ups and one hundred double bars, within thirty minutes. If you exceed the time limit, add five more kilometers of running."

  At midnight, 480 grown men with tears in their eyes were sweating profusely under the night sky, while a loud voice on the side urged them: "Faster! Faster!"

  "Alright, this time only twenty-five team members failed to meet the standards. Your results are better than I expected. The last twenty-five trash will have to be supplemented with physical strength to avoid failing again next time. Go run five kilometers immediately."

  "Alright!" No rest time, 25 team members took off running.

  No one here is stupid enough to haggle with a crocodile.

  They were well aware that only by finishing the instructor's prescribed route as soon as possible could they rest early and reserve their physical strength for the next "inhuman" training.

  "Now you can take a rest, the gas has also dispersed, right?" The last sentence was said to his assistant beside him.

  "I'm so sorry, I closed all the doors and windows on my way out just now, and it seems the gas is still on." A helper replied.

  "If looks could kill, this assistant would have been killed by everyone's fierce gaze."

  "It's really a pity, since that's the case, I think it'll be dawn in just a few hours, so let's all get some rest. For safety's sake, keep the doors and windows closed! Do you understand?" The instructor asked loudly.

  "Yes! Instructor."

  Now Zhang Hang and his teammates couldn't help but envy the 25 members who were still running five kilometers with heavy loads, lying in bed and crying nonstop was not as refreshing as running!

  This is also the voice of every team member in the dormitory.

  "My goodness! This pervert is even more ferocious than a crocodile!"; Chu Tu was a straightforward person, whatever he thought in his heart, he would say.

  With Chu Yi taking the lead, a chorus of curses and swear words immediately erupted in the dormitory.

  The languages of various countries blended into a unique symphony, until the dormitory door was opened once again and another tear gas canister was thrown in.

  At this moment, everyone was already prepared. In the mosquito net, a figure flashed quickly. The crocodile instructor at the door shouted: "Get up!"

  Before he could finish his sentence, the crocodile felt tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, followed by a sore throat and a violent coughing fit.

  Cough, cough!

  The abrupt cough clearly entered the ears of each team member, and it was indeed the chief instructor, even the cough was louder than ordinary people.

  The alligator covered his mouth and nose, looked down, and that gas bomb was happily spewing white smoke at his feet.

  Maybe he thought there was enough smoke in the dormitory, so he only threw one tear gas grenade, but didn't expect to be kicked out with one foot.

  "Fall in! Quick, fall in!" Although the instructor still covered his mouth and nose, his roar could still be heard throughout every corner of the dormitory, and everyone could clearly feel his anger.

  "Good, very good. Well done!" The crocodile sneered repeatedly.

  The Self-Hunter School has been established for a long time, and he is the only one who has been in charge. There are places where he has suffered losses! This group of students really ate bear hearts and leopard gallbladders, and they immediately gave him a blowback. When the alligator gets angry, the consequences are very serious! Good luck to you soldiers!

  Two of the alligator's henchmen narrowed their eyes in thought.