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Chapter 1 The new recruits go into battle

"Head, the energy source is getting weaker and weaker, we don't have much time."

"Fake!"

The middle-aged man cut the vines with a knife, and there was a huge scar from the upper left to the lower right of his face. He viciously vented his dissatisfaction to the surrounding plants. He has been leading a mercenary group to search for this deadly tropical rainforest for three months.

.If we don’t find something else, this expedition will be over.

"Keep moving forward and hope God can open your eyes and bless us to find something."

"Go ahead. With your appearance, God will not take advantage of you. If you ask me, Satan is your true god." The sentry who had previously reported the situation turned his head teasingly upon hearing this, with a mocking look on his face.

"Fart, I am a devout believer in our Lord." The scarred man angrily opened his collar, revealing a shining silver cross.

A white man next to me glanced at it with disgust: "You'd better put that piece of shit away, I don't want to be worried about by the disgusting stinky bat."

"Shut up, you crazy dog. If there are vampires in this damn place, I will chop off my own bird and eat it alive."

"I am a werewolf, the son of the great Moon Night, not a mad dog." The white man bared his teeth and waved his arms angrily after being retorted.

"Hey! Boss, Mad Wolf, you two, stop arguing and come see what I found."

The voice full of surprise and surprise attracted the attention of the supporting group. The crowd gathered around, everyone's expressions were very strange, you looked at me, I looked at you.

A metal room with various instruments shining brightly.

A sharp stabbing pain woke up the naked man on the examination table. Trying to move his fingers, Dong Chen felt an indescribable weakness. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt as if they were covered with glue.

"Escaped? It should be so. They won't care about a waste like me." Thinking back to the boundless sea of ​​flowers, the girl who said she wanted to wait for him, and the grandfather with wrinkles on his face, Dongchen sadly followed

Xinlai: "Wait for me, I will find the power to make myself stronger. Then, I will bring back their heads."

The flame of revenge ignited the body's functions. Although it had not fully recovered, Dongchen could already vaguely hear words such as cell vitality, mental fluctuations, physical strength, bone density, and gene fragments.

"Christina, how's it going? What's this kid's level, human level or earth level?"

The blond beauty who was asked turned around with a pair of peaks that could make any male creature spurt blood. She had a seductive and charming face and an excited smile: "None of them. This time you pick up the big treasure."

Already."

The face of the scarred man suddenly changed: "Baby? Christina, can't this kid be of heaven level? Oh! I know how the guy found in that kind of ghost place can be a mortal. What's more, he is still a mysterious person.

Oriental people, it is a place full of miracles."

"Boss, I'm sorry. I think you misunderstood what I meant. This guy is just an ordinary civilian of the third level, not the heavenly level you mentioned."

A basin of cold water was poured over the head.

Falling from heaven to hell is not enough to describe how the scarred man felt at this moment. He glared at the naked man on the examination table fiercely and roared crazily...

"Christina, you lied to me! Right? Don't tell me that we spent three months of hard work to retrieve such a waste from that damn forest. Elementary level three? Method

Damn! How could a junior level three survive in that kind of hellish place? When we found him, this guy was in good health. Although he had no clothes on, no mosquitoes, snakes, ants or ants bit him, nor did any jungle beasts eat him. You

Now tell me, such a magical boy only has the third level of elementary level?"

The rare treasures he expected turned into worthless broken tiles, and the scarred man went crazy.

Christina looked at his crazy look and covered her forehead helplessly: "Boss, when will you change your impulsive temper? Although this kid is only at the elementary level three, he is a pure human being."

"Pure...pure human?" The crazy scarred man turned around in disbelief, and looked at Dong Chen from head to toe again with dull eyes: "You said, this kid is pure human?"

Christina nodded affirmatively.

"No, it can't be! Beautiful Christina, don't lie to me?"

Since the War of Lost Civilization eight hundred years ago, there have been very few pure humans in the world. Because pure humans want to survive in today's crisis-ridden world, it is basically like a dream.

The scarred man looked at Christina expectantly, hoping to get a negative answer. Unfortunately...

"Why did I lie to you?" Christina's green eyes turned white as a cat, and Christina walked to the instrument in a charming manner and pulled out the data.

"The naked man you brought back has no cell mutation at all, and there is no trace of any genes injected into the body. Congratulations, sir, you have brought back an antique, a living antique. Well...his feet are perfect.

, An’s standard for women.”

"Farke! Let his feet die."

Wearing a large green military uniform and a pair of military shoes that can be swung back and forth even if the shoelaces are tightened, Dongchen looked at the scarred man in front of him carelessly, waiting for him to speak.

"Boy, your name is Dongchen, right? Listen to me. According to the rules of the mercenary group, since I brought you out of that damn rainforest, then, before I pay back the employment fee, you

It belongs to our Blood and Rose Corps, do you understand?"

Dongchen didn't reply, and then he was thrown into the boot camp by the angry scarred man and began to receive training under a strong black man. This instructor with a bad temper and always liked to beat people with a belt had the biggest impression on Dongchen

It's not his bald head, but the white teeth that are completely opposite to his skin color.

Think about it, on a dark night, a dark-looking burly man suddenly shows his white teeth in front of you. That look is not much better than seeing a ghost. What's terrible is that this bald instructor always likes to hold emergency gatherings in the middle of the night.

Euphemistically called: training combat reaction speed.

God knows what the hell is the point of practicing this thing in today's world.

Recruit training is very hard, and Dongchen, who has no talent, is even harder. But people can always find ways to enjoy the hardships. For example, the unlucky guy in front of him is similar to him, a young man named Tarot who is said to have gypsy ancestry.

"Hey, Dongchen, don't you want to draw one? It only costs five crystal yuan, how about it, it's very cheap to test your destiny."

Patting his empty trouser pockets, Dongchen smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You know, all my money was taken away to pay off debts."

"Oh, my God! Don't you know how to hide some personal money?"

Recalling the charming, blond and blue-eyed thorny rose who not only took away his money but also drew a tube of his own blood every week, Dongchen spread his hands helplessly.

"Forget it, it's my misfortune, but this time it's free for you."

Concentrated and pretentious, creating an atmosphere of suspense like a magician, the gypsy boy made a cross with tarot cards in front of Dongchen: "Think about what you want to predict, and draw one."

Dongchen was amused by this boy's behavior: "What do you want to test?"

After a long silence, Dongchen pulled out a card. In the card, the devil was holding a chain in one hand, restraining the slave, and shaking gold coins in the other hand with a triumphant grin.

The gypsy boy's face changed drastically. The devil is not a good thing in Tarot cards. Although it is not the worst, it is one of the worst. Looking at Dongchen worriedly, the gypsy boy said in a dry tone: "Do you want to test

What?"

"Love." Dongchen said the word carefully.

"Separation, rejection of temptation, love and hate."

The gypsy boy lowered his head, and Dongchen stared at him solemnly. After a long time, he handed the cards back.

"Hey, you damn boy, are you trying to trick people with your crappy cards again? Go and get me a bottle of wine." The drunken bald instructor threw a wine bottle over with a wide grin.

The gypsy boy picked up the bottle and turned around to leave. Dongchen followed him with a roll of his eyes.

"Why are you following me?" The gypsy boy stared at Dongchen nervously, fearing that Dongchen would beat him because of what happened just now.

"Come with me." Dongchen grabbed the gypsy boy's neck and pulled him to a dark corner.

"You...what do you want to do?"

"Wine bottle." Looking left and right, Dongchen stretched out his hand: "Hurry up, don't leave any ink marks."

He blankly handed the bottle of wine to Dongchen's hand. The gypsy boy's eyes suddenly opened wide because Dongchen unbuckled his belt and took out a huge object that made him extremely sad.

A gurgling sound sounded, and a stream of light yellow liquid was accurately shot into the bottle, creating a series of foam and steaming.

"It feels so good!" Shivering in comfort, Dongchen lifted up his pants and muttered: "How come you still get angry after bleeding every week? Is it because you're holding it in? The little devil in Christina is so irritating. Yes! It must be her.

problem. Sooner or later, she must know the interests of the uncle."

Looking at Dongchen's giddy expression and the wine bottle still bubbling with foam on the ground, the gypsy boy felt uneasy: "Well, is this really good? What if..."

"What do you know?" Dongchen tightened his belt and forced the bottle over.

The gypsy boy caught the bottle nervously and disgustedly, then changed his hands and wanted to throw it away. Dongchen glared at him threateningly: "Be natural, these two things have the same taste. The guy was so drunk that he couldn't tell the difference."

"Really...really?"

Rubbing the gypsy boy's face with both hands, making his tense face relax, Dongchen smiled evilly and encouraged: "You forgot how he whipped you with a belt, how he punished you by running in circles, and why he didn't allow you to run in circles.

Have you eaten? If you want revenge, just give him this thing."

His expression changed complicatedly for a while, then the gypsy boy touched his buttocks and gritted his teeth: "I'll go."

The wind rustles and the water becomes cold. When the strong men leave...

Nervously holding the bottle, the gypsy boy turned around three times to reach the bald instructor, and was startled by his suddenly exposed white teeth.

Bang! He gave Tarot a hard kick, who almost threw away the wine. The bald instructor staggered and raised the bottle, and the warm liquid with a strong smell entered his mouth. The bald man chirped: "Tsk, tut, this...

This...taste?"

Hearing the instructor mention the smell, the gypsy boy's legs twitched: "Teach...instructor, what's the problem with...?"

"That... that... great... great... great."

"Drink, he drank." The gypsy boy who ran back danced excitedly. Dongchen shook his head, thinking of the devil card he had just drawn, and suddenly an idea came to his mind: "How about predicting what will happen tomorrow?

"

"Wow...oh! What a great idea."

The excited gypsy boy skillfully shuffled the cards and placed the cross pattern again: "You draw, or should I draw?"

"You come."

The gypsy guy drew his cards…


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