That evening, Zhang Qi and the others gathered again, including the members of Fire Phoenix and the Thunderbolt Commando Unit.
"To be honest, I think this was what the instructor wanted to put us through back then but couldn't. Now he finally has the chance—and the means—to do it." Zhang Qi gave a bitter laugh.
"Old Pan, what did it feel like?" Zhang Qi turned to Pan Ye beside him and asked.
Pan Ye froze for a moment before snapping back to his senses. He had clearly been distracted just now. "Nothing much. I just... can't really put it into words."
"Hey, Old Zhang, was it really that realistic?" Ye Cunxin and the others beside him could not help asking.
"It was. If you didn't know beforehand that it was a simulation, I think most people would have taken it for real. Watching your comrades wail beside you, then die completely in the end... that feeling was not easy to bear."
At Zhang Qi's words, the other eleven people fell silent. If you had never experienced it, you simply could not imagine what that psychological journey was like. Their own deaths were actually easier to endure.
What hurt most was watching their comrades die before their eyes.
Jiang Yan Hai had no time to concern himself with their feelings. He still had plenty to do.
The second batch of skintight suits would probably arrive in a week. However, if there were no issues with the second batch of testing, Jiang Yan Hai would not remain here. He had other matters to attend to.
So Jiang Yan Hai did not interfere with the exchanges between Zhang Qi's group, Fire Phoenix, and the Thunderbolt Commando Unit. In any case, they could all share their experiences of death from now on.
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