"Dear customer, I am happy to serve you. It is my honor to serve you."
When Kovler saw the payment information from mobile banking, he grinned happily, and even his attitude became polite, without the arrogance he showed just now.
Kovler put away his cell phone and said to Tang Wanshang: "Mr. Tang, your son is as decisive and outstanding as you. I am sure that your son will achieve great things in the future!"
Tang Wanshang signed a contract with the company. Although the amount of money was not small, very few of it could actually be distributed to him afterwards.
And now the 200,000 US dollars that Tang Hao promised, including "private work" outside the contract, was actually put into his own pocket.
A reward of $200,000.
If you are in the mercenary market, this is the reward for a very dangerous mission.
And to complete such a commissioned task, it is very likely that your life will be involved before the money is received.
What's more, in the "Temple of the Gods", commissioned tasks of this level are usually handed over to T2-level people such as "God of Sleep" Hypnos and "God of Death" Thanatos. It is impossible for Ke's turn to be completed.
Fleur's head.
Many people believe that the world of mercenaries is full of gold, and the income of mercenaries is very considerable.
but it is not the truth.
The world of mercenaries is a place where "the weak eats the strong" and the "law of the food chain" is interpreted to the extreme.
If you want to survive in the mercenary world, you must first become an employee of a mercenary company of a certain scale.
Freelance mercenaries without a mercenary company may be eaten alive before receiving a mercenary mission.
After joining a mercenary company, the company will arrange entrusted tasks according to the employee level.
When there is a commissioned task, excluding the commission from brokers and mercenary companies, mercenaries who perform commissioned tasks can earn hundreds of dollars a day.
When there is no entrustment, the "minimum living allowance" may be only a few dozen dollars per day.
A good thing like this, which does not require risking one's life, but can earn 200,000 US dollars for just crippling someone. For an employee like Kovler, who only belongs to the T8 level in the company, it is simply too good. The more the merrier.
good.
…
"Forge".
College students train in formation every day and conduct shooting training every other day.
After half a month of military training.
Compared with when they first arrived, these college students are less undisciplined and more energetic.
No one is crying about suffering anymore, and no one is crying about being tired anymore.
Because compared to myself, those members of the special training class wearing gas masks, carrying heavy-duty backpacks, and dragging truck tires are the real tired ones.
Gas masks have become standard equipment in training classes.
A "pica feast" consisting of rotten beef, live loaches, and unknown animal or human bones was served every three days.
In the special training class, people will constantly get injured, and some people will have to withdraw from the special training class due to injuries.
35 people.
33 people.
30 people.
28 people…
After half a month of "hell-style" physical fitness screening, only 12 people were left in the 52-person special training class.
During this half-month period, the 12 members of the special training class only slept an average of 2 hours a day, and the remaining 22 hours were spent on training.
In the open space outside the camp of the special training class, Hou Hou was holding a pistol without bullets, imitating the sound of shooting, and quickly drew the gun and fired.
In order to improve training efficiency, Houhou also tied a 5-kilogram sandbag on each of his arms.
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
"Pop!"
"..."
The monkey kept repeating the action of drawing the gun, loading it with one hand, raising the gun to aim, and pulling the trigger to shoot.
Once, twice, three times...
At first, Hou Hou could remember clearly that he had practiced it, but later on, even Hou Hou himself could not remember how many times he had done it.
"After half a month of physical training, I finally got a good night's sleep. Why are you still practicing here instead of resting?"
Qin Shi shined his flashlight on Hou Hou and joked to him, saying, "Do you want to become the 'King of Involution' in the special training class and involve others to death?"
"Report..."
Seeing clearly that the person coming was Qin Shi, Hou Hou immediately put away his gun, saluted Qin Shi and was about to shout "report", but Qin Shi raised his hand to stop him.
Qin Shi pointed to the dark barracks and said to Hou Hou: "You shouted out the 'report' and the custody woke up all the people inside. Do you believe it or not?
They were still restless when they first went to bed, worried that I would throw tear gas into them in the middle of the night, but I reassured them again and again, and they lay down to sleep peacefully."
Qin Shi jumped on the parallel bars next to him, waved to Hou Hou, and asked Hou Hou to sit on the parallel bars. He glanced at his arms tied with sandbags and asked, "What are you doing with sandbags tied to your hands?"
"My shooting speed is too slow, I want to practice faster."
Hou Hou scratched the back of his head innocently.
"How fast do you want to practice?"
"Just like you."
Hou Hou blurted out without thinking, but then he felt that what he said was too full, so he changed his words and said: "It can be half as fast as your shooting speed."
"How many bullets have you fired in total since you joined the army?" Qin Shi asked Hou Hou.
"Just 200 rounds."
Hou Hou counted carefully with his fingers, looked in the direction of the barracks, and said: "The people in their special operations battalion may have practiced more. The squad leader, who has been a soldier for five years, probably has thousands of rounds after practicing.
"
Houhou sighed with envy.
Qin Shi untied the sandbag tied to Hou Hou's arm and said to Hou Hou: "With this, you can't practice how to quickly draw a gun and shoot. Except for a very few talented shooters, most of them rely on
Feed the bullets.
For example, the two "sharpening troops" combat teams that came last time, for their usual shooting training, the bullets they received were calculated by the box.
If you cannot smooth out the rifling of a new barrel within a year and then scrap it, then you are not training hard."
"Instructor, how many rounds have you fired?" Hou Hou asked Qin Shi.
"How many times have I fought..."
Hou Hou's question really stupefied Qin Shi.
Because Qin Shi himself couldn't remember exactly how many bullets he had shot.
Looking at Hou Hou's expectant eyes, Qin Shi slowly raised two fingers.
"20,000 rounds?"
Houhou boldly guessed.
"Twenty...ten thousand...maybe."
Qin Shi gave a conservative answer.
The actual number of bullets I have shot is definitely more than this number.
"200,000?!"
Hou Hou opened his mouth wide and looked at Qin Shi in disbelief.
Qin Shi jumped off the parallel bars, raised the sandbag in his hand to Hou Hou, and said: "I took this thing away, because you can't practice shooting with this."
If you really want to practice shooting well, wait for them to fall asleep tomorrow night and wait for me here, and I will teach you some tips."
"yes!"
Hou Hou jumped off the parallel bars, saluted Qin Shi, and said, "Thank you, instructor!"