On the left is a sexy mature girl who is wearing a red cheongsam and has no flaws on her white face. Her name is Mengyao. She is from Asian. She is a newcomer to the Intelligence Bureau who has undergone rigorous training and has super high individual combat capabilities.

On the right is a girl with a look no less than the other two. She is dressed in simple sports clothes and her long hair is spread around her waist. Alice, a beautiful agent who is also an intelligence agency, has amazing intelligence talent.

These three are called the third rookie of intelligence and have a very high reputation in the army.

"Yo, I don't know us anymore, huh? Isol?" Choi Ji-yun, who was located directly opposite Isol, spoke out.

"I know, no one can forget the three prides in our Special Forces Intelligence Agency." Isol said angrily.

"Isol, are you a man? Is it interesting to keep escaping? Come back and fight together. Didn't you be very wary at the beginning?" Alice said bluntly.

Looking at Isol, Choi Ji-yun said with a smile:

"Sisters, we still have tasks, so we can't waste it here." After that, the three of them laughed and gradually left Isol's sight.

Taking a deep breath, Isol clenched his fists.

"Am I a coward? I can't be looked down upon by them. Why did I only see this setback now? It's so stupid." Isol's face gradually responded to his previous expression. People who are familiar with Isol will definitely be shocked after seeing it. It has been a long time since Isol left here.

"Hey, yes, it's me. I figured it out. Please help me arrange the training. I haven't practiced for a long time and I don't know if I'm unfamiliar." Isol contacted his former friend Walter.

After a while, a man in camouflage came over. The man had a very strong figure, brown short hair and a powerful tattoo. At first glance, he didn't know that he thought he was a bandit.

"Isol, you are finally willing to come to find me, come and go with me." Walter enthusiastically pulled Isol to walk like one of the many buildings.

After entering, I found that this was a training ground for recruits, and Isol's face suddenly turned dark.

"Would you please take me to the advanced training ground?" Isol said dissatisfied.

Walter was a little helpless about Isol's dissatisfaction:

"It's not that you haven't practiced for a long time, so we must start from the recruits field." Isol wanted to beat the person in front of him, but although the equipment here is not as perfect as the advanced training ground, it is enough for Isol's recovery training now.

"You practice slowly first. I'll rest next to you for a while. I've been exhausted these days." Walter's combat effectiveness in the special forces is also one of the best. He is generous and careless, but his only disadvantage is that he is too warlike and often does not obey commands. This is why Walter is often punished.

"Woooo..." At this moment, the harsh alarm ringed, and the sound became louder and louder. Isol hurriedly stopped training and came to Walter next to him.

"What's wrong?" asked while sweating.

"I don't know either, let's go and have a look." After that, Walter stood up and walked outside, and Isol hurriedly followed him.

When I came outside, many people also stopped what they were doing because they heard the alarm bell and came out to see the situation.

"Why is it a collection bell? It's unscientific." Walter murmured.

"Isol, let's go and meet, and you can also sign up. Our commander has always missed you very much." Walter whispered in Isol's ear.

Isol was very helpless. Walter did not look as fierce as he appeared on the surface, but was actually very fragile inside.

Following Walter, he traveled through many buildings on the way to a clearing. There were not many people on the clearing. When these people saw Walter, they all had a very indifferent expression, but when they saw Isol behind Walter, they were stunned.

Isol knew these people and were all elites of the special forces.

"Isn't this Isol? Why? Are you willing to come back?" said the leader of these people.

Isol walked over helplessly and saluted the speaker. After the man responded, he looked at Isol softly, and Isol also carefully raised the commander.

The identity of the commander-in-chief of the British Royal Special Forces gave him a noble and gentle temperament. His usual training and combat power is not less than his beauty. This person is Grace, with short golden hair and a tight suit that perfectly reveals the curves of his figure.

"Greth, I didn't expect that it was still so beautiful after seeing you for so long." Isol sighed at a delicate face opposite him.

"Okay! Order, order Isol to restore his original special forces status and lead the Navy SEALs again."

"I understand!" Isol saluted.

"Return to the team"

"yes"

"I just received an order from my boss that countless terrorists sneaked into the town of Tos in Italy from the border of our country and took four hostages. All we have to do is assist the local police in capturing the terrorists and successfully rescue the hostages!"

"Did you understand all of them?"

"clear!"

At this time, Isol's heart was not calm, and an excitement swept over, making Isol's whole body full of strength.

"This long-lost feeling is awesome!" Isol murmured.

"Everyone has it, go!" Grace's magnetic voice recalled, and all the team members moved. Isol came to a dormitory building according to his original memory. People in the dormitory were surprised to see the strange man unified. Some people quickly shouted:

"Captain! Is it you? Captain Isol, are you back?"

When everyone heard the name Isol, they became stiff and quiet for a few seconds before these people started yelling.

"Okay, let's talk about the past, and now there is a mission, so everyone gathers outside the door." The team led by Isol is called the Poster Assault Squad. The main task of this team is to protect the security of the country around the world and carry out military strikes on possible bad organizations.

When we arrived outside the building, a team of sixteen people was arranged neatly, waiting for Isol to speak.

"The mission this time is very difficult. Many terrorists fled to Italy and took hostages. Everyone said what to do." This is Isol's usual style.

"Kill them! Kill them!" A strong voice spread all around, and then it became quiet.

"Well said, this time we will cooperate with the Thunder Group and the Ninth Battalion, and be in place in one step. Don't give the enemy a chance to breathe. Let's set off and prepare to board the plane!"

Isol's inner excitement gradually subsided, and he returned to this place he had struggled for. The long-lost feeling was back.
Chapter completed!