The car drove to the prison door, Horner honked the horn twice, and the prison door opened.
Two prison guards came up, looked into the car window with a straight face, stretched out their hands and pointed at Horner with a fierce expression, "You better be honest, we will keep an eye on you."
Then with a wave of his hand, another iron gate opened and the vehicle drove in.
"It seems that your relationship is not as good as I thought." Wang Zhen asked doubtfully.
"We first serve the criminals who are serving their sentences. As you know, the prison system is the one with the most complaints and accusations. It is certain that the relationship is bad." Horner shrugged and said nonchalantly.
"and you……"
"Man, the East is now the biggest competitor of the United States, but this does not prevent the two countries from being each other's largest trading partners at the same time. After all, money is not guilty."
Wang Zhen: Very good, this is very capitalist.
During the process of entering the prison, he was challenged twice. Horner put on the airs of a lawyer and fought back hard.
But Wang Zhen always felt like it was acting.
After all, according to the rules, when visiting a prison, especially for such serious criminals, there will be several cameras overhead, there should be at least two prison guards watching, and the criminals should also be handcuffed and shackled.
The results of it?
After entering the visiting room, the two prison guards turned around and went out. Horner came in with three cups of coffee, leaving only one sentence, "Let's talk slowly" and then turned around and went out.
After waiting for a while, the door on the other side opened, and Albert Frank walked out with a confused look on his face.
He was so confused that he still didn't know what the prison guards were doing when they took him out, until he saw the poet standing up and walking towards him.
"Watt, Derek?!" Frank's eyes widened with disbelief written all over his face. He looked around the visiting room. There was no prison guard, only an Asian man sitting there smiling at him, "Is it really you?
"
"If we had never met, would the ending of the story still be dominated by the so-called past?" The poet opened his hands and said in an aria: "If we had never met, would the wheel of fate still be running on its most original trajectory?
?If we had never met, wouldn’t there be so many ifs in the days to come?”
"Damn it!" Frank was stunned for a moment and rubbed his eyebrows painfully, "Okay, I'm convinced that you are the poet, so why are you here? Tell me what is going on."
"Come on, let me introduce to you, my brother, who is also the boss now, Wang Zhen, you can call him Wild Boar." The poet pulled Frank over.
"This is the Albert Frank I'm talking about. Nicknamed Shrapnel, the Assaulter. He's good at blasting, lock-picking, and lurking."
Wang Zhen said with an unhappy look: "Damn it, can you not mention the wild boar?"
"Hello, Frank, just call me Wang." Wang Zhen turned his head and extended his hand with a smile on his face, "I know you have a lot of doubts. Let's sit down and chat slowly. We have a lot of time and drink coffee."
The three of them sat down again, and Wang Zhen told the whole story, "So, what do you think?"
"This... just wait a minute." Albert Frank put his head in his hands, with a look of despair on his face, "So, by spending some money, I can get out of this hellish place?"
After coming out of the prison in silence, Horner asked, "How are you considering it?"
"The third method is the best to avoid future troubles." Wang Zhen said with a smile.
"A wise choice." Horner gave Wang Zhen a look of affirmation.
"So, I choose the first option." Wang Zhen added.
Horner: "..."
Horner almost stopped suddenly and turned to look at Wang Zhen, how did you complete such a abrupt turn.
"Money is a good thing, so..." Wang Zhen spread his hands, "it will also be quicker in terms of time."
"As you wish." Horner shrugged.
…
Back in New York, the Golden Retrievers asked about the situation.
"This is tantamount to escaping from prison. Wouldn't it be more troublesome to be wanted?" Donkey asked immediately.
"I think so too, but Frank thinks the price of $35 is too high, so he plans to learn from me and give himself a foreign identity."
"Greece? 200,000 euros, what's the difference?"
"It can be Panama, Costa Rica, Brazil, anything from Africa. Anyway, there's no rush. As long as you get to Iraq, you can get Iraqi nationality for him. It's enough in the Middle East." Wang Zhen said casually.
: "If you change the name, Frank will not exist. The so-called wanted order may not be followed by anyone."
As he said this, Wang Zhen looked distressed, "I wasted 200,000 euros."
Everyone laughed.
It can only be said that today is different from the past. Wang Zhen is no longer the back cook six months ago, but has become a powerful person in Iraq.
The matter has come to an end. The so-called glorious defense is still on paper. Now Wang Zhen is completely idle.
Jin Mao gave Wang Zhen a suggestion. Use this time to train systematically, from basic firearms to basic infantry training. He is very talented and a natural warrior, but his foundation is really weak.
System training is available everywhere in the United States. There are cooperative training institutions in New York. You can sign up directly through the Imperial Barrier channel.
…
The car stopped at the entrance of a training ground on Long Island, and Wang Zhen and a staff member from the Imperial Barrier got out of the car.
"Why should the training ground be placed on Long Island? Why not go to Newark, New Jersey? Land prices and labor costs here are much higher than in Newark, right? The distance is also closer than here." Wang Zhen chatted.
"Because this is New York, and that is New Jersey." The staff member is a black man, about 30 years old. "The largest customer group of this training institution is the New York police department, the government's security department, including some foreign institutions, the United Nations, etc.
wait."
"The expenses of the New York Police Department are supported by taxes paid by New Yorkers. If you dare to sign a training contract to a company in New Jersey, the police chief can resign."
Wang Zhen laughed out loud. He thought local protectionism was an Eastern characteristic, but he didn't expect it to be the same thing all over the world.
"So, the training point for the Imperial Barrier is set up here because of reasons other than money."
The black man gave Wang Zhen an affirmative look.
After entering the door, going through a routine security check, and signing a safety agreement, Wang Zhen is considered a student here, and then he has to find a coach.
Leonhard Pearson, who is in his 50s, is the coach of Wang Zhenyue of the Imperial Barrier Gang. He has experience in special forces service and was responsible for training in the military. He is said to be very professional.
After the handover and introduction, the black man left.
Leonhard Pearson was very resolute in his actions. Without saying a word, he directly took Wang Zhen to undergo individual tests, including various firearms tests, in order to make a suitable plan for the following training.
"The gun feel is first-class, but the foundation is terrible." Leonhard Pearson commented with a dull face. "In the United States, recruit training is divided into 5 stages. The first 3 stages are to lay the foundation, which lasts for about 9 weeks in total.
It's called the color, namely 'red phase', 'white phase' and 'blue phase'. The red phase is about developing discipline. Depending on your situation, I would delete this part and only train the white and blue phases.
"
“The white stage is small arms shooting training. Normally, in this stage, M4 carbine is used as the main equipment. Weapon safety rules, firearm cleaning and maintenance, and single target shooting in three postures: prone position with support, prone position without support and kneeling position.
Multi-target, moving target and other live-fire shooting projects.”
"Then there is the blue phase, the heavy weapons operation phase, starting with various types of grenades, using 12.7 mm heavy machine guns, M240 7.62 mm general machine guns, M320 grenade launchers, mortars, as well as night vision, navigation, radio communications
weapons and other infantry equipment.”
"According to the requirements in your contract, I will add comprehensive training on mainstream firearms such as AK series, AR series, HK series, etc. in addition to M4. At the same time, I will teach you about the sports skills required for urban combat, including crossing walls, crossing corners, and crossing windows.
, crossing doors, abseiling, moving outside walls, crossing open areas, covering fire, and more than 40 more advanced skills."
"Due to time constraints, between the above training items, you also need to receive basic team command, vehicle posture, enemy contact on foot, combat, physical fitness, battlefield first aid and other training items."
"All the above training items will be compressed to be completed within 2 months. Of course, the premise is that you can persist. If you cannot complete it, no fees will be refunded. Are there any questions?"
"No problem!" Wang Zhen said loudly.
The training fee of 48,000 US dollars is so expensive, he will finish it even if he dies!
"Very good, then, recruit, stand up straight!" Leonhard Pearson suddenly shouted loudly. Wang Zhen was so excited that he immediately raised his chest and raised his head.
The training starts today, and then Wang Zhen will see what it means to be professional.
Wang Zhen was taken to a gun room. The walls were covered with various guns, including M14 rifles and their variants, M16 rifles and their variants, M4...AK...AR...including variants produced by various countries on this basis.
It was so densely packed that Wang Zhen glanced around and saw at least more than 100 guns. It was really a dazzling array of guns!
There are three rows of cabinets below, and common types of pistols are also available.
"Your current precision shooting distance is within 100 meters, but according to your talent, you are actually more suitable to become a precision shooter. Precision shooting should extend to 300 meters, so we start with the M14." Leonhard
Pearson took a gun off the wall and said, "This is a prototype gun. We need to understand it first."
As he spoke, he explained to Wang Zhen the functions and characteristics of each part while dismantling it, how to adjust it according to his own usage habits, precautions for use, common problems, how to solve them, etc.
That is to say, Wang Zhen often used the poet's M14 to play with, otherwise he would become dizzy within a few minutes.
In one afternoon, starting from the M14 basic model to M14A1, M14L1, M14K, Springfield M1A, DMR-M14, TROY-M14, Mk14/EBR M14, IDF-M14-SWS, M21 sniper rifle, M25...
Who the hell says there is no cramming education in the United States? If you stand up and see if I beat you to death, you will be finished!
By the time Pearson finished explaining, Wang Zhen's eyes were empty and lackluster.
"Okay, here is the instructional video I recorded about the M14 series. You can compare and watch it over and over again." With that, Pearson took out an iPad and placed it in front of Wang Zhen. "You can continue to familiarize yourself here. At 10 p.m.
get off work."
"Remember, your time is limited. If you don't want to be killed on the battlefield because of something wrong with the gun in your hand, then engrave them in your blood."
"In addition, physical training will start at 7 o'clock tomorrow morning. I advise you to have breakfast early."
"Okay, that's it, see you tomorrow." After that, Pearson walked away, leaving Wang Zhen staring at a pile of guns dumbfounded.