The countdown is coming to the next time: 20 days.

There are 31 days in July, which gives Wang Yao and all 236 individuals an extra day.

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After leaving the external office last night, Wang Yao returned home. Early the next morning, Zhang Qing broke in with breakfast. Wang Yao was so scared that she thought she was possessed by Liang Chunri.

After eating the breakfast brought by Zhang Qing, Zhang Qing explained her purpose and the two went out to get in the car and left.

"Where are we going?" The car was driving on the road, and Wang Yao found that this was not the way to the entrance of the base.

"Of course it's the place to start training. Didn't you say it yesterday?" Zhang Qing said with a funny look by driving the car onto the ring road.

“Not at the base?”

"Well, you'll know after you go."

Faced with Zhang Qing's mystery, Wang Yao rolled his eyes speechlessly, and found an apple from his pocket and nibbled it. Hearing Zhang Qing telling himself about his physical knowledge while driving."

"The basal metabolic rate refers to the calories consumed by our body in a static state, that is, under normal circumstances, the more muscles we have, the higher the metabolism."

"Your physical fitness is more than five times that of ordinary people. The bones and internal organs are naturally under great pressure. Fortunately, the bones and internal organs are also within the scope of T virus strengthening. But in this way, the calories consumed by your basal metabolic rate are more than several times that of ordinary people."

"Does it mean that Russia needs to eat at any time to replenish energy?" Wang Yaoka nipped off a large mouthful of apple and said vaguely.

"Your daily meals can be completely self-sufficient. But once you enter a large amount of exercise mode, your calories are consumed dramatically. It is not enough on weekdays alone."

"Where is fat? Store fat for emergencies?" Wang Yao asked a question that he thought was stupid.

"Can you stand to be like you're becoming a big belly?" Zhang Qing glanced at him, and the car was stuck on the road. "And you have to remember a concept in particular: fat is the main element in protecting the internal organs. When our body needs energy but cannot replenish energy, the body will prioritize its own high-quality things into energy for us to consume and survive - protein, that is, muscle."

Follow the long train of vehicles and slowly moved forward, stopping at the red light at the intersection: "Once you put yourself in a situation where you cannot replenish your energy for a long time, your muscles will be consumed as food."

Wang Yao was so scared that he quickly ate the apple.

"Don't worry, your digestive ability is several times that of ordinary people. It can be said that what you just eat will be converted into energy and stored immediately. Most movies will have places to eat. And the backpacks we provide you with these high-calorie foods. Although they don't taste very good, they will definitely be useful at critical moments."

The green light lit up and the vehicle started again. After turning a few turns, the speed slowed down and stopped on the side of the road.

"It's here." Zhang Qing untied her seat belt and pushed the door to get out of the car. Wang Yao followed her and came to a building.

Among the surrounding buildings that are often twenty or thirty stories high, a marble building that is only two stories high is very eye-catching.

"Textile Bureau?" Wang Yao muttered strangely, and the passers-by following Zhang Qing through the passing and pushed open the door and entered.

As soon as I entered, a coolness came to my face. The air conditioner was turned on inside, which made me feel very comfortable.

There is a corridor inside, much smaller than the outside. The silver-white walls are very technological and monotonous. At the end of the corridor is an elevator. At the counter to the right, a middle-aged man in a white vest and shorts sat behind him, crossing his legs and flipping through the newspaper.

"The Evil God of Fire Cloud?" Wang Yao saw him and said in surprise: "Have you been transferred here?"

The bald man looked like he hadn't heard of it, and he turned his head slightly and looked at the newspaper on another page.

"Don't worry about him." Zhang Qing pulled up Wang Yao, walked to the end and pressed the second floor button.

"You will see him often in the future."

"I will see him often..." Wang Yao repeated a few words in his heart, and suddenly thought of a very ridiculous possibility. "Does it mean..."

"The authority is insufficient." Zhang Qing blocked Wang Yao's curiosity. "I don't know the specific situation. I only know that any base in the world is responsible for the entrance."

bite--

The elevator door opened and both of them walked out.

"You are finally here." A tall man with a top upper body came over, a little higher than Wang Yao. He was estimated to reach 190cm. His face was strong, his body was covered with bulging muscles, bronze skin, and his whole body was like a Greek sculpture of man, full of strength.

Wang Yao had to admit that just this look made him have an idea that he couldn't beat.

"This is Instructor Huang, and he guides all the fighting skills of 236 individuals in the C7 area."

"I've said it." The man clasped his fists and smiled kindly. "My name is Huang Xi, the special forces instructor has retired. He is good at fighting bare hands such as Bajiquan and Wing Chun."

Zhang Qing said: "I'm going back to get 434-6 now. In the next few days, instructor Huang Xi will be instructor in the morning, and I will be responsible for the training of 434-6 in the afternoon."

"No problem." Wang Yao took it over.

"Then I'll leave first, come here in the afternoon." Zhang Qing had other things to be busy, so she left first. After she left, Wang Yao looked at the place briefly.

The training ground is about the size of a basketball court, with training equipment piled in the corner of the training ground. The lighting is very good, and outside the window is a busy street. The noises are heard, which makes Wang Yao frown.

The sound of his speech sounded deafening to him as if he was yelling in his ears. It took him a long time to get used to it. There was no way, the licker himself hunted by hearing and smell. Wang Yao has the blood of the licker and naturally inherited some of his abilities.

Instructor Huang replied, "You are Wang Yao, aren't you? Do you know if you have ever had fighting skills?"

"Not at all." Wang Yao shook his head.

"Why not do this? Let's fight and I'll experience your situation." Huang Xi was eager to try, and this was the first time he fought with a special ability person.

"This..." Wang Yao was very embarrassed, afraid that he would not be able to stop.

"Hahaha, it's okay." Coach Huang knew what he was thinking and laughed heartily.

"Okay." Wang Yao, who knew nothing about fighting, clenched his fists, and drove the fist to reach the chest. He left some strength.

Instructor Huang did not retreat at all when facing this rapid punch. His palm actually grabbed Wang Yao's fist and pulled it with force. Wang Yao was taken over by him and staggered a few steps to the ground.

"Did you keep your efforts?" Instructor Huang frowned. He felt that Wang Yao's efforts were not coordinated.

Just one catch and one area, easily resolved Wang Yao's quick punch. Wang Yao also understood that it was very stupid to keep his hands in the face of this instructor who was once a special forces army.

"Then I'll be serious." Wang Yao got up and his eyes became sharp.

"No," Instructor Huang exclaimed with a smile. He just stood there without making any defensive postures. He had already taken precautions in his heart.

He only knew that Wang Yao was a special ability, and he didn't know anything about it. The momentary battle just now made him feel that the power of this young man was definitely above him! This is still a situation where he held back.

This aroused his warlike heart. It took him a long time since he found an opponent who was evenly matched. Although Wang Yao's skills are immature, he has the power that is far superior to others, and all skills are equal to a scheming.

A few meters away, Wang Yao bowed slightly, like a leopard in front of hunting. He kicked his back foot, and his body was like an arrow leaving the string, and he rushed to Huang Xi in an instant.

"So fast!" Instructor Huang, caught off guard, subconsciously protected his arms in front of his chest, but when the fist wind was so swift that almost made Huang Xi narrow his eyes, he suddenly realized that he had exaggerated that he could never take the punch head-on!

Abandoned all follow-up methods and focused on increasing the power of this punch. Wang Yao's fist just touched Huang Xi's arm, and suddenly tripped under his feet, and he fell heavily to the floor.

Instructor Huang apologized and pulled up Wang Yao with resentment and laughed: "Hahaha, I'm really not sure about taking your punch, so I used some tricks."

"It's okay." Wang Yao twisted his waist that almost flashed, and said without mind: "Since it's training, we should start from reality. The enemy will not be stupid and resist my attack."

"That's good." Instructor Huang breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time he was full of bitterness. He was in his thirties and had been an instructor in the special forces for five years, but he was almost defeated by a young man in his early 20s. It was better to use some small means to win.
Chapter completed!