During the twenty days, Zhang Fan spent most of his time playing with guns. In the morning he and Hua Ling and the others completed the perverted game of inside and outside the circle. During the lunch break, he played fighting, in the afternoon he played with guns, and in the evening he carried a load of 40kg and went cross-country for 20 kilometers.
Even if I have time to practice dual cultivation with Zhang Xiaoyuan, I almost can't squeeze out the time.
"Bang bang bang!"
At the training ground of the Armed Forces, a burst of gunfire rang out.
"Target blast!"
"Captain has one hundred and ninety-nine rings, Zhang Fan has two hundred rings!"
"Damn it, the captain can hit 199 rings with a submachine gun?"
A group of people were surprised.
It's strange that Zhang Fan doesn't have 200 rings. But Hua Ling's marksmanship has been greatly improved.
The veins on Hua Ling's forehead were throbbing.
If it had been any other time, he would have jumped for joy.
But now, Nima, didn’t you see that I got two hundred rings? Is this a celebration for me or a slap in the face?
fuck!
A bunch of bitches!
Let’s wait for the heavy-loaded cross-country trip in the evening.
As for the weight-bearing cross-country thing, he only came up with this plan after knowing that Zhang Fan trained every morning and evening.
Nima, 40KG, 20 kilometers!
The most important thing for horse-drawn coins is to go up and down the mountain.
Is this kid really a fucking monster?
With such a large amount of training, Zhang Fan actually did it once in the morning and once in the evening. Moreover, as long as he lay down for half an hour, he would immediately be resurrected with full blood.
He came to use it once, and it still carried 20KG of weight. As a result, he ran 10 kilometers and rolled several times when coming down from the mountain.
The most annoying thing is that this guy Zhang Fan actually mastered the art of listening to the wind and catching shadows in a month. The thought of playing this game with Zhang Fan and being beaten into a fool makes him want to die.
Damn, why did you agree to let this guy train with them in the first place? This is so fucking offensive.
No, there is another most irritating thing.
That was when Zhang Fan was playing with a gun.
Damn it, you're obviously good at gunfighting, but you still play with Mao's guns. Can you give us a way to survive?
"Hey, Captain Hua Ling, you can't do it." Zhang Fan grinned and began to mock mercilessly.
"Don't be so arrogant!" Hua Ling's blood surged, and she was so angry that Zhang Fan said this.
Zhang Dongyang touched his chin, his eyes also flashed with a look of extreme shock.
He originally thought that it would take at least five months for Zhang Fan to fully master coercion.
But, twenty days, twenty days.
Including listening to the wind and catching shadows, it only lasted a month.
Now, he also looks depressed. This kid is really shocking.
If I had known earlier, I would have trained him since he was a child.
If this is the case, Zhang Fan is definitely stronger than himself, and even comparable to Jin Long and the others.
If he was sent to be trained by the perverted chief instructor for two years, he could almost imagine Zhang Fan sweeping through the Golden Dragon group.
Damn, I'm sorry, why didn't he think of this?
But the next moment, he also shook his head.
If it weren't for the fact that his hand was healed by this kid, he wouldn't be in the mood to play with this.
"Dudududu!"
"Your phone number." Zhang Dongyang took out the outdated mobile phone from his pocket and threw it to Zhang Fan.
"Who is it?" Zhang Fan caught the phone.
"Zhang Fan, what are you doing all day, you bastard? Come out to me, now, right away, over to Yunlong International." After Ye Yanran finished speaking, she hung up the phone.
"Yanran, what has he been busy with all day?" Weng Shuang bit the straw on his red lips and sipped the iced milk tea.
This is the fifth time she asked Ye Yanran to come out to Zhang Fan.
But that boy didn't even bother her once.
She became angry when she thought of the way Zhang Fan treated herself.
Originally, I wanted to spend this month cultivating a relationship with Zhang Fan. After all, if she did that kind of thing with a stranger, she would definitely not agree to it.
As a result, no one was seen.
Ye Yanran also looked angry.
"That kid is training with Hua Ling and the others in the Armed Forces Department."
"Ah?" Weng Shuang exclaimed softly and said in disbelief: "Why would that kid go to the Armed Forces Department for training? Most people can't enter that place."
Weng Shuang naturally knew how strict a place like the Ministry of Armed Forces was. Even the Public Security Bureau would not let a kid have fun at will.
"Hmph, I met an awesome father. I still can't figure out why Uncle Zhang's authority is S level." Ye Yanran held her head in her hands, her eyes gleaming.
With S-level permissions, even Ding Yang cannot view it.
By the way, Hua Ling dared to ask Uncle Zhang to be their instructor. Does he know something?
Immediately, Ye Yanran took out her phone and called Hua Ling.
"Who is it?" Hua Ling said angrily.
"Hua Ling, I want to ask you something." Ye Yanran said.
"Yanran?" Hua Ling's complexion suddenly changed, and his angry face suddenly brightened up.
"I didn't know it was you just now. I was very angry at that bastard Zhang Fan. If you need anything, just give me your orders." Hua Ling said.
Ye Yanran was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "What did Zhang Fan do again?"
Hua Ling glanced at Zhang Fan and immediately said: "That pervert has been pretending to be a show-off every day this month. I want to shoot him."
"puff!"
Weng Shuang was already beside Ye Yanran, so he naturally heard these words.
Pretending to compete? How can that kid pretend to compete in front of Captain Hua Ling?
At this moment, she became even more curious. What was Zhang Fan doing at the Armed Forces Ministry this month?
To make Hua Ling so angry, this kid wouldn't blow up their armed forces, would he?
Immediately, Weng Shuang's ears perked up and he listened intently to Ye Yanran's conversation.
"What is Uncle Zhang's identity? I think you must know it, otherwise why would you let Uncle Zhang be your instructor?" Although Ye Yanran was also curious about what Zhang Fan had done, she was even more curious about Zhang Dongyang's identity.
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Hua Ling differed: "You don't know?"
"What do I know?" Ye Yanran said.
"Oh, let me tell you, don't tell others, Senior Zhang used to be a member of the Dragon Group." Hua Ling said in a low voice.
"ah?"
Both Ye Yanran and Weng Shuang were shocked.
Dragon group?
God, isn't this the legendary most elite special forces unit in China?
At this moment, Ye Yanran and Weng Shuang's eyes were filled with shock.
Especially when I think of Zhang Dongyang's honest and arrogant look, this has absolutely nothing to do with the dragon group.
"Remember, don't tell anyone. By the way, do you have anything else to do?" Hua Ling asked expectantly.
"It's okay, it's okay." Ye Yanran said quickly and hung up the phone.
She took a sip of iced milk tea, patted her chest, and couldn't calm down for a long time.
Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes into a thin line, then walked to Hua Ling and said.
"I'm going on a date with Sister Yanran. You can take your time and play."
Hua Ling's eyes suddenly bloomed with infinite killing intent.
"Zhang Fan, I will definitely beat you to death today."