A storm that happened before the shift was divided, and it seemed that no one could speak well, and we were so anxious that we were all scratching our heads. It ended in absurd and bizarre way with the interference of a seemingly useless black dog and a vulgar old man who was not stunningly handsome.

Until Captain Hong said "Go back", I thought I had a dream.

Zhou Ming thanked Captain Hong for his gratitude, and Wang Mazi also jumped happily in front of me. I really never expected that a dog would save me in the end, so I could only keep touching its head to express my gratitude. Captain Hong called me aside and asked me a strange question.

"Why did Wang Mazi plead for you?"

The reason why it is strange is that when he talks about the three words "Wang Mazi", he is not like talking about a dog, but treats it as a person, and is a person with great face. For a moment, I didn't know what to say, so I had to start from the beginning, from Mr. Wei's question to Wang Mazi, and talk about it one by one.

Hong Weiguo was not concerned about the look at me, which was normal. Just like a school leader, would he care about an ordinary student? But when he learned that I was fighting with someone for Wang Mazi and beat a group of students in the Qianzi class until they screamed, his eyes gathered again.

"It's interesting." Hong Weiguo laughed: "Wang Mazi didn't wait for Wang Mazi, but waited for you. It's also its blessing, good."

I knew that Hong Weiguo was talking about Wang Mazi's original master. So I asked carefully: "Captain Hong, has he really been a traitor?"

Hong Weiguo's face suddenly sank: "This is not the question you should ask!"

I immediately shut my mouth, it seemed that the matter was quite sensitive. Hong Weiguo continued, "If you have Wang Mazi pleading, it's fine this time, I don't want to have another next time, do you know?"

I nodded and said yes.

After Hong Weiguo left, all of us went back, and Wang Mazi always followed me. He really regarded me as its owner. Everyone was very happy. Zhou Ming also praised me for being lucky. Raising a dog casually can help me with such great help.

When I asked about Zhou Ming’s story about Mazi, Zhou Ming said he was not very clear. Every time they came here for training, they did not come into contact with ordinary members. They had their training location. As a result, they were all star-studded, so I guess the Tianzi Class could not tolerate it. I remember that the death of the festival was lost.

After I went back, I went to the security department again. Minister Wei was helpless and said that since it was the order of Captain Hong, he had nothing to say and had to go through the procedures for me again. This time I didn't run around anymore, and just played cards with Monkey and the others in the dormitory.

Zheng Wu was still in a state of interest. He had been punching in the corridor for an afternoon and had to report the progress from time to time, saying that he felt that his strength had improved a lot.

Damn, he thought he was eating Viagra, and it would take effect in half an hour?

That night, we spent the evening safely. In the early morning, Zhou Ming, Zhang Yujie, and star generals and representatives from other regions set off and we went to the door to send it off. I saw that everyone in the Six Saints of East China had injuries, so I knew that ghosts laughed at them again.

What's the thing?

After they left, we also returned to the dormitory. Although it was not dawn, we had no intention of sleeping, so we practiced our qi or physical training, waiting for the instructor to pick us up. At 7:30, the door of our dormitory was finally pushed open, and a middle-aged man in camouflage uniform came in. The man was strong and dark in skin, like Clark, a Brazilian instructor in King of Fighters.

The man was holding a list in his hand and shouted: "Zuo Fei, Huang Jie, Ma Jie, Zheng Wu, Sun Gusheng."

Several of us stood up one after another and said yes.

The man looked up and looked at us, his eyes were cold and ruthless, and he said yes, come with me.

Our group followed the man out of the door, and there was no conversation along the way. The man led us through a corridor, around bends, and finally came to the front of a building. The building was not high, only four floors, the exterior wall was blue, and it looked ordinary. After the man led us in, he could hear the sound of whispering from all over the place.

We are a disciple of the family and are naturally familiar with this sound.

The man still didn't say nonsense and continued to lead us forward. There were different rooms in the corridor, and the layout was similar to that of the school corridor. There were words "Kun Yi" and "Kun Er" in front of the door of each room. Some doors were open and some were closed.

Looking inside from the open door, you can see more than a dozen people practicing boxing, fighting, or single-handed, and each move is quite stunning. They are all first-class experts in any area, and they are indeed a gathering place for heroes.

However, it is not as good as us.

He walked to the door with the words "grouping", and the man stopped and said, "You guys come in, come with me!"

The last one you are talking about is Ma Jie.

Ma Jie was stunned for a moment and said, "Yes?"

The man said, "Well, um, you are not from the Kung Fu Department, you are from the Intelligence Department, come with me!"

I see.

Ma Jie had to say goodbye to us and turned around and left with the man. A few of us entered the group room. In the group room, there were cabinets on both sides, with dense files in it. There was a narrow corridor in the middle. There was a desk at the end of the corridor. On the desk was an old man wearing glasses, who was writing something.

We didn't say anything, and he didn't look up. We were a little confused and didn't know how to break the deadlock. The monkey cleared his throat. Just as he was about to speak, the old man didn't raise his head and shouted, "Sun Gusheng."

"Ah?" the monkey responded subconsciously.

"Take a trick." The old man continued.

"What?" the monkey was a little confused.

"Take a trick of your best skills." The old man still didn't look up when he spoke.

The monkey took out the golden sword and played a few moves in the narrow corridor. For a moment, the golden light was brilliant and it looked very beautiful.

"Team 2 Kun, go by yourself." The old man suddenly reached out and threw a file suddenly flew into a cabinet. "What are you still dazed? Go quickly!"

"yes."

The monkey quickly turned around, blinked at us, and said in his lips: "This old man is so powerful, his skill in playing flying knives is much higher than mine!"

In fact, we are no longer novices. Without the monkey's words, we can see clearly that the old man didn't even raise his head when he threw the file. His technique was really fast and ruthless, and he could accurately insert it into many files. This move was indeed amazing.

Training Camp No. 11 is indeed a place where dragons and tigers are hidden. Even an old man in charge of grouping is so awesome. Our passion can't help but boil. It seems that we can indeed learn a lot here.

"Huang Jie!"

After the monkey left, the old man screamed again, but still didn't look up.

Without the old man talking about it, Huang Jie immediately took out the Dragon Sword. The aisle was narrow and he could not let him play it freely, so he could only slash it carefully.

"Class 5 of Kun!"

A file flew into the cabinet again.

Obviously, this is based on different abilities, and it is Zheng Wu and I. After we played separately, we were assigned to Class 8 and Class 1 of Kun. Before leaving, the old man finally raised his head and said to Zheng Wu meaningfully: "You are the most talented here, come on!"

Zheng Wu was so excited that he almost cried.

Monkey and Huang Jie have already entered the class separately, and Zheng Wu and I have also separated and went to various places.

I came to Kun Ba Class. There were about ten people inside, all wearing practice clothes, and were drinking alone or in the fight. Some were in their twenties and some were in their fifties. The layout of each classroom was the same, with martial arts venues in the middle, and weapons on both sides, and all kinds of weapons were complete.

However, the people in the middle did not use their weapons, but grabbed each other with their hands. At first glance, they all practiced the grapple hand, including the grapple hand, the plum hand, the silk hand, and the dragon hand hand like me. It was very interesting and made me feel very friendly.

In some places near the door, a middle-aged man with a thin face and a black jacket stood, which was different from the clothes others wore, and his eyes were majestic, so he was obviously a teacher.

Although I have been on the road for many years, I have never given up on my studies. Even when I was at the busiest time, I didn’t leave the campus for too long. So I was still a little student-like instinctively shouting: "Report!"

The originally lively room suddenly became quiet, and his eyes looked over, and then there was a burst of hilariousness.

The teacher was also happy and said, "What are you reporting, come in!"

I walked in.

The teacher asked me if I was new? I said yes, so I introduced myself. The teacher nodded and said that he knew that he had received orders from his superiors. Then he introduced me to other students in the class, some from special forces brigades and some from ancient martial arts families. They all came from famous schools and no one came from a road.

From this we can see that the country still values ​​us very much.

Finally, the teacher also introduced himself and said that his nickname was Bobcat, so I just wanted to call him Bobcat instructor.

I said yes, Bobcat Instructor.

The bobcat gave me another practice suit, and the word "Kun" was embroidered on it. After I put on my clothes, I was a student like everyone else. Although everyone laughed at me just now, after I put on my clothes, I showed my passionate side and was very good to me, like a spring breeze.

The Bobcat wanted to know my strength, so she asked me to discuss with other students.

"Who would like to discuss with him?"

"I'll do it." A young man came out. His name was Wu Zheng, who came from a special forces in a military region in Nanjing.

I looked at his hands, which were covered with thick calluses, as hard as two bricks.

I bowed my hand and said I could give in!

Wu Zheng nodded and said he would give in.

We were about to fight when we suddenly heard a crackling sound coming from the corridor outside, and one after another, as if many people had landed on the ground. Then someone shouted: "No, the fifth class of Kun was slaughtered!"
Chapter completed!