On Balcony, River Breeze brought the coolness of the night and blew away some of the alcohol smell in the box.
Ma Donghe leaned against Railing, blew out a thick white smoke ring, and continued:
"On the day I went to register, Instructor said that before the official exam, we need to take a one-week Training Camp, which is called to help us adapt to the intensity and improve the passing rate."
"Bah, I didn't realize I was deceived until I got there. It's not Training Camp, it's just Hell Week!"
He seemed to be stuck in a Memory that he couldn't bear to look back on, and his voice had a bit of gritted teeth:
"Every morning at four o'clock in the morning, when it's still dark outside, I'm woken up by a loudspeaker, and then I'm dragged straight to the mud and wallowing."
"We were sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, and you threw tear gas into Dormitory, which really hurt us."
"As for food, let alone food. All we ate were compressed biscuits, and we had to find ways to make hot water ourselves. In those days, our lives were no different from those of savages."
Listening to Ma Donghe pouring out his bitter words, the corner of Fang Cheng's mouth curled up:
"Didn't your old man say that he knows the senior officials of Special Search Team? It's just a test. Didn't he give you some attention?"
"Hey, don't mention it."
Ma Donghe waved his hand, his face full of depression:
"A favor is a favor, the old man can help me get at most one Exam Eligibility Slot, but you can't even help me cheat in the exam, right?"
"Besides, the selection process is very tight. No one dares to mess around. Everyone is treated equally."
As he spoke, his expression suddenly became serious:
"Later I found out that the reason for this Training Camp was because the previous selection pass rate was too low and there were too many incidents of Examinees's death."
"The senior management was afraid that the impact would be too bad, so they decided to give us rookies some training first and teach them some basic self-rescue and survival skills to avoid an ugly death."
"Many people couldn't stand it during the Training Camp period and cried and wanted to quit. But now that I think about it, for them, this may not be a blessing."
Ma Donghe took a deep breath of cigarette, snorted through his nose, and puffed out two streams of white smoke:
"With their small bodies, if they really participate in the formal assessment later and can be carried out in one piece, it will be regarded as their ancestors' merit."
"That intensity is simply not something normal people can bear."
Seeing Ma Donghe's face was filled with lingering fear, but he couldn't help but want to show off.
Fang Cheng smiled slightly and asked cooperatively:
"What exam items are there? Can you tell me?"
"Hey, I was just waiting for you to ask this!"
Ma Donghe immediately became energetic, moved his head closer, and said mysteriously:
"I was afraid of scaring auntie and the others inside, so I kept silent."
He made famous gestures with his hands, and then described them vividly:
"Let's just say that Extreme Survival Assessment threw more than a hundred of us into a Primeval Jungle, gave us only a handful of Dagger and a pot of water, and asked us to hike a hundred kilometers in three days to reach the designated location."
"You think this is over? Those grandsons also released Genetically Modified Beasts in the forest!"
"I saw with my own eyes that a buddy had three ribs broken by a wild boar that looked like a calf. He was carried out by rescuers on the spot!"
"There is also a psychological test called "Abyss Echo", which is even more evil."
"They injected us with Spirit Potion, which can amplify fear, and then locked us in Small Dark Room, using Holographic Projection to create all kinds of illusions. Whatever we fear comes from us!"
"The guy next to me has been afraid of snakes since he was a child, but he was "bitten" alive by thousands of venomous snakes for half an hour inside. When he came out, he was crazy and could only giggle!"
Ma Donghe patted his chest with lingering fear:
"At that time, I saw my dead ghost Grandfather crawling out of the ground, calling me an unworthy descendant, and trying to chop me with a knife."
"Hey, guess what? I went up to him like a Big Mouth bitch and whipped him back!"
"Instructor also said that I Willpower was strong and gave me a high score."
He flicked the ashes of his cigarette proudly and continued:
"The most perverted one is the last one, called "Iron Cage Combat"."
"They locked us in a Iron Cage box that was constantly rotating and spraying high-pressure water jets, and let us engage in indiscriminate melee."
"The ground is as slippery as oil. I can't stand firmly. I have to guard against other people's dirty hands and random sprays of Water Gun."
"Anyone who can still stand up after ten minutes is considered to have passed the test. After the fight, everyone will be covered in bruises and bruises."
Speaking of this, he looked at Fang Cheng beside him and sighed:
"Fang Cheng, it would be great if you could also participate. With your skills, these assessment items will definitely be like playing for you."
"We brothers will apply together, be admitted together, become Official Team Member, and fight side by side in the future, how cool it will be..."
Fang Cheng said nothing, just stared at the lights of thousands of houses in the distance with deep eyes.
After a moment of silence, he asked casually:
"When will the admission list come out?"
"It's still early."
Ma Donghe shook his head. "This is just the first trial, there will be Final Round and the final Interview next month."
"You also have Final Round?"
Fang Cheng couldn't help but be curious after hearing this.
"Of course!"
Ma Donghe Of course:
"Special Search Team has selected elites. They will be responsible for catching those monsters and safeguarding society in the future. Order, how could it be possible for Order to do so casually and pretend to be fake? Every link must be carefully checked..."
The two chatted and looked at the night view of the city.
The night wind was getting colder, blowing away the last spark of the cigarette butt.
Ma Donghe put out the cigarette butt on Railing, and then turned around and returned to the box with Fang Cheng.
At this time, the banquet was coming to an end, and Li Dingjian was drunk Red Light.
He was talking about Fang Cheng's funny stories when he was a child in a half-drunk tone, making Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin laugh non-stop.
Seeing Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe come in, Li Biyun couldn't help but laugh and told another embarrassing story about his precious son.
Fang Cheng was quite helpless and immersed himself in cleaning up the remaining dishes.
It is a great sin to waste food.
In a blink of an eye, it's almost nine o'clock.
Tomorrow everyone should work and go to school. Fang Cheng will also participate in the follow-up Interview.
The group stopped lingering, packed up, and got up to leave.
Wangjiang Tower's corridor is covered with thick dark red carpet, which makes no sound when you step on it.
There are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, and the warm yellow wall lamps illuminate everything magnificently.
"Hiccup--"
Ma Donghe let out a wine burp and patted his belly with satisfaction. "This is a satisfying meal. I haven't been so happy for a long time!"
This guy clearly promised not to drink before he came here, so he drove the car, but ended up drinking more than anyone else.
"That's..."
Li Dingjian staggered slightly and replied vaguely, "Your uncle, I... I'm treating you, can you not be happy?"
Fang Cheng took a step forward and supported him steadily, with a helpless expression.
This uncle was so drunk that he even forgot to pay the bill. Just now he made an excuse to go out and quietly paid the bill at Front Desk.
Twelve hot dishes, several cold dishes, desserts, and drinks totaled nearly 8,000 yuan.
It's almost equivalent to two months' salary of an ordinary citizen.
If I hadn't made some extra money recently, I really wouldn't be able to afford it.
Li Biyun complained from the side:
"Ajian, your drinking capacity is so bad, you should drink less in the future, it will be good for your health..."
Zhou Xiumei held Wen Xin's hand and followed Fang Cheng quietly.
"The elevator is almost here!"
Ma Donghe walked quickly to the front and held down the down key on Panel.
Ding.
With a soft sound, the elevator doors slid open to both sides.
In the car, there were already two men wearing Gray jackets, one on the left and one on the right, standing in the two rear corners.
Ma Donghe took a look and walked in first.
Fang Cheng helped Li Dingjian follow him. When he entered, he naturally took a step across his body to separate the passenger behind him.
At the same time, he put himself in a position where he could take care of everyone, so that the female family members Mom, Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin could stand in a safer place closer to the front.
The interior of the elevator is luxuriously decorated, and the four walls of the car are covered with light-recognizable brown mirrors, reflecting the figures of everyone.
"Oh, it is indeed the most upscale restaurant in Eastern Capital. Even the elevator is as spacious as Living Room!"
Ma Donghe sighed.
Fang Cheng smiled, but his eyes swept over the reflection in the mirror calmly.
At this moment, he noticed something unusual.
Breathing, heartbeat.
The frequency of physiological reactions of the two men in jackets was deliberately suppressed.
But in Fang Cheng's perception, it still seemed a bit rushed and heavy, revealing some emotions similar to excitement and nervousness.
Although this abnormal physiological reaction is extremely subtle, it cannot be hidden from the caring people of Spirit Attribute Gao Chao.
Fang Cheng's heart moved slightly.
With the help of the mirror reflection, he could clearly see the appearance of the man behind him.
With his head lowered, Duckbill Cap's hat brim was pushed very low, his collar was raised high, and his shoulders were slightly hunched, showing a defensive posture that was deliberately hidden.
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, the man standing behind Ma Donghe also had his head lowered, as if he was deliberately avoiding Camera on the top of the elevator.
There was an unnatural bulge on his waist.
As the master of Gun Technique, Fang Cheng is very familiar with the outline of weapons.
What's more important is that there is a very faint smell of blood in the air.
Not fresh blood, but the kind of old Aura that has been with blood for a long time and has been soaked deep in the fibers of clothing.
It is a unique mark that can be left on one's body only after killing many people.
The elevator was so quiet that the only sound left was the gentle breeze of Air Conditioner.
But the atmosphere instantly solidified in Fang Cheng's heart.
All the muscles in the body are ready to go.
If he was alone at the moment, he wouldn't even bother to pay attention and could just pass by.
But now the situation is completely different. Except for the half-drunk uncle, mother, Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin are all here. They are his weak spots that he will never allow to be touched.
What do these two Assassin want to do? Who is the target?
Fang Cheng is unknown, but he must extinguish all sparks before any Unexpected Events may happen.
Sizzling...
A weak current sound sounded, which was the noise made when Earpiece turned on the signal.
Through the reflection, Fang Cheng saw the man behind him who was wearing Duckbill Cap. He raised his hand without any trace and put his fingers into his collar, seeming to be pressing Earpiece.
His lips moved slightly and he whispered:
"Roger, we're taking the elevator down."
Another voice also came from Earpiece.
Although it was barely audible, Fang Cheng heard it clearly.
The voice was cold and brief. "The target has arrived at the location and is ready to take action."
The word "goal" was like a flash of lightning, making Fang Cheng realize it instantly.
His expression remained unchanged, thoughts whirled rapidly in his mind, and he spoke immediately, his tone as relaxed as chatting:
"Donghe, do you still remember that night when we were wrestling at Waste Treatment Plant, those two guys who only knew how to use dirty tricks?"
Ma Donghe was stunned for a moment, but when he saw the look Fang Cheng gave him, he immediately understood.
"Oh, you're talking about those two bastards!"
He immediately changed into a boastful tone and said loudly:
"Why don't you remember being pushed to the ground and rubbed by me alone, crying for father and mother? How cowardly!"
After the two asked and answered questions, the elevator fell silent again.
Only Li Dingjian's drunken chatter and Li Biyun's whispered complaints were left.
On the display screen, the floor numbers were beating steadily.
8...7...6...
Ding.
The elevator door stopped at Sixth Floor and slid open to both sides again.
Outside the door, a young man wearing Suit leather shoes and Gold-rimmed Glasses was pressing the door button, nodding apologetically to the people inside:
"Sorry, please wait a moment, our leader will be here soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people walked into the corridor.
The leader was a middle-aged man about fifty years old.
He has a slim build, wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, has calm and sharp eyes, wears a dark executive jacket, and has a calm demeanor.
He was followed by two attendants who looked alert and had weapons hidden at their waists. They were obviously Bodyguard who had a gun license.
In addition, there was an old man with gray hair and a ruddy complexion.
He has an elegant temperament, but he follows the middle-aged man step by step, and his attitude seems quite respectful.
The old man glanced inside the elevator and frowned slightly:
"There are a lot of people, Councilman Zhao, let's wait for the next one."
The middle-aged man named "Councilman Zhao" nodded slightly and agreed.
Just then!
Fang Cheng saw in the mirror that the eyes of the two Assassin behind him flashed fiercely, and the hands hanging by their sides had quietly touched their waists!
Seeing this small piece of Elevator Lobby, it is about to turn into a bloody Shura Field!
"Ahem."
Fang Cheng's eyes flashed and he coughed lightly.
This cough is a signal!
He moved without any warning, and his body instantly bounced away like a taut bow.
He suddenly twisted his waist and turned sideways, and his right hand turned into an afterimage, accurately cutting into the main artery of Assassin's neck behind him like a blade.
The man didn't even have time to groan. He rolled his eyes and his body collapsed softly.
Almost at the same moment, Ma Donghe, which received the signal, also moved.
He turned around suddenly, like a bear, with his arms like iron hoops, tightly hugging the other Assassin, preventing him from drawing his gun.
Then, he slammed his hard forehead forward.
There was a muffled "dong" sound, and Assassin also turned his eyes white and fainted on the spot.
From the moment Fang Cheng coughed until the two of them were subdued, the whole process was as fast as lightning and only took one second.
The two Assassin, who had experienced hundreds of battles, had quietly lost their combat effectiveness before they even had time to draw their weapons.
People outside the elevator only saw the silhouette of the people inside, and then the two men fell limply into the arms of Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe. The scene seemed a bit strange.
Ma Donghe held the unconscious Assassin with one hand, and slapped him vigorously on the back with the other hand.
He grinned and smiled at the surprised Councilman Zhao and others outside:
"Sorry, everyone!"
"My two friends drank too much and went crazy. You should wait for the next part. I'm afraid they will spit on you."
He said it boldly, but the hugging posture seemed too intimate, which made people feel weird.
Only then did Li Biyun and Zhou Xiumei react. They looked at the strange man who was "supported" by them in confusion, with some confusion.
They couldn't remember when Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe had two more friends.
Fang Cheng didn't explain, but calmly stretched out his hand, hugged the Assassin in his uniform, and pressed the door-close button with the other hand.
The elevator door slowly closed under the surprised and uncertain gazes of several people outside.