The maglev car carrying Xu Ming disappeared at the end of the street. When Xu Ming got off the car again, what he saw in front of him made him feel a little dazed.

In the smoke-filled room, figures with faces hidden in the darkness were either sitting or leaning on chairs.

Although he could not clearly see the gazes of those people, Xu Ming still felt extremely uncomfortable standing in front of these people. Chen Donghai standing beside him was also standing upright. Even the young man in a suit behind him who looked a little careless was also at this moment.

Hui put away his original frivolity and showed a rare seriousness.

Seeing this, Xu Ming thought to himself that these people in front of him were the so-called high-level officials in Chen Donghai's mouth.

Without any words from those senior officials, something like an identity card automatically appeared on the table in front of him. There was a lifelike face on the small plate, and next to the small plate there was something that Xu Ming was quite familiar with.

Black combat uniform!!

Is it possible? It seems that everything in front of him just confirmed what Xu Ming was thinking.

I heard a voice coming from an unknown corner of the room.

"Civilian Xu Ming, starting from today, joins the death squad as an exception. Number 9527."

What!!

Xu Ming thought he heard it wrong, Death Squad? It was the Death Squad that almost wiped out the whole army before. Although those people were like novices in front of the marrow-cleansing monks, they were much better than him, a mediocre mediocre person.

. Could it be that the top management is crazy enough to have such an arrangement?

Xu Minggang wanted to ask out the doubts in his heart, but the senior executives who were hiding in the darkness and couldn't see their faces spoke first.

"Xu Ming, there are only two ways for you to survive in the apocalypse. Either you can use your skills for us, or you can join the death squad and earn military merit."

"If you choose neither of these two, then there is only one way left for you..."

The senior officials seemed to be consciously hesitating to speak. Xu Ming, who was obedient and obedient, knew what the half-sentence he had left unsaid no matter how stupid he was.

Yes, what is left to you is not humane destruction.

He couldn't help but look at his not so strong body, and then he had an idea.

"My legs are very long, does that count as a special trait?"

After saying that, he struggled to lift his pants up to show off his so-called "specialty".

However, before Xu Ming could say anything, he was pulled out of the smoke-filled room by the unbearable Chen Donghai. Along with them were the black combat uniforms and identity tags placed on the table. Xu Ming had a look on his face.

Reluctantly left the house.

Looking at the number 9527 displayed in the lower left corner of his ID card, music that seemed quite familiar to him seemed to be ringing in his ears.

No wonder the young man in the suit looked gloating about his misfortune. Although joining the Death Squadron can earn you a lot of military merit through missions, in the final analysis, you have to pay for your life.

Like the previous Nong Ying who died on this seemingly simple task, the system would only judge the difficulty of the task and the corresponding military merit based on the evaluation. But variables such as the sudden appearance of a marrow-cleansing monk, the system had no time to calculate.

.

All that can be done is to provide a certain amount of compensation after the task is completed. But what use is the compensation if your life is gone?

But what could Xu Ming, who was now impoverished, do? Xu Ming reluctantly followed Chen Donghai to the military camp he had seen while wandering around.

The soldiers at the door were still greeting Chen Donghai, but Xu Ming suddenly stood there motionless.

Because the familiar electronic sound belonging to the Wanjie Like Group rang in his ears again.

"It is detected that the host Xu Ming has met the conditions for starting the task. The task is being generated. Please wait."

Xu Ming couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that this barracks would be an opportunity to start a mission. Xu Ming, who has a certain understanding of the like group, also knew that completing the tasks given by the like group can also be rewarded, and the rewards can be various.

What Xu Ming cares about is the currency "likes" in the group.

The task generation seemed to take a long time, and Xu Ming was still stupidly waiting for the task to be released.

But this scene undoubtedly seemed a bit silly to the people around him. Upon seeing this, Chen Donghai shook his head secretly and threw the combat uniform in his hand to Xu Ming.

The combat uniform that had been fused once before successfully covered Xu Ming's whole body this time. After the coverage was completed, it gradually became transparent and hidden in the skin. It would only be automatically activated and revealed after returning to the ground.

The identity card was also activated at the same time, and there was an additional title after Xu Ming's name.

"low-level soldier"

Looking at the slightly sarcastic smiles of the soldiers around him, Xu Ming didn't take it seriously at all, so what about the lower-level soldiers.

If I pick up a big boss at random from my mobile phone, he can level this dungeon with just a few clicks of his fingers. It's a pity that as the group leader, he doesn't seem to have unlocked this group leader privilege, so he has to work hard

Think about how to save your life in the death squad, and send the first message as the group leader in the like group.

Chen Donghai briefly introduced Xu Ming and left in a hurry. The young man in a suit behind him also left together like a follower.

It's just that anyone can see the smile in his eyes. Under his deliberate hint, the team Xu Ming was assigned to was Team No. 2, whom he had met once before. The captain was the bald man who hated him to the core.

Lord Buddha.

After Xu Ming's identity information was entered into the military camp, he roughly learned some of the daily tasks of these death squads from the electronic screen on his body.

Most of them return to the ground to search for some things that have not been destroyed, ranging from scientific research equipment to firewood, rice, oil and salt. The jargon is also called "picking up rags". The other type is the meat-hunting mission previously performed by the Foye team, which involves risks but has greater rewards.

high.

The last category, and probably the rarest category, is the hunting of foreign monks. This kind of person is in a desperate situation, and Xu Ming has some experience of the strength of the foreign monks. It is not easy to escape unscathed, and it is even more so.

Catch this nonsense.

The bald Buddha, who was in the military camp at the moment, saw the scene appearing on his electronic screen. The previous gloom on his face was wiped away. He was even more excited than completing the mission. The team members on the side couldn't help but feel doubtful when they saw Buddha like this.

whispered.

"Captain, what's wrong? Why do you feel sad and smile at the same time?"

"Who knows, maybe I'm going crazy. After all, Nong Ying's death has turned our first-class team into a second-class team in an instant. Who can not be angry about this?"

Immediately, a message appeared on several people's electronic screens.

"The new member of the team, Xu Ming, is a low-level soldier with unknown special skills."

"Hey, I said it's really this kid."

One of them pointed at Xu Ming's face on the screen and yelled.

But then another message appeared on the screen.

"Due to the team's reduction in members during the last mission, in addition to the new members, one more member will be added by the system. The member information is as follows."

"Blood Edge, a mid-level soldier with special skills and firearms."

However, at this moment, Xu Ming's electronic screen not only showed that he had joined the team and information about the team members, but also a cold electronic voice sounded in his mind at the right time.

"The task generation is completed and a new task is generated."

"The name of the mission is to establish prestige."
Chapter completed!