A nation without heroes is a sad nation. This sentence is equally effective in a group.

In the shadow, Cheng Qinghu should be an unquestionable myth. Zhou Dongfei did not allow the soldiers below to doubt his strength. All the veterans could completely accept the captain, but these new recruits did not. And in the ninth team, Bangmao should be their hero, and the truth was the same.

Zhou Dongfei would not engage in any personality cult, but he knew that once any team lacks a core, the team could not be called a complete group. Therefore, he always required that deployments must obey the superiors, trust the superiors, and support the superiors. Only in this way can one think in one's heart and work together to form an effective overall combat power.

Usually, middle-level players like Bangmao can joke with him even if they don’t have names but code names. However, when performing tasks or fighting, everyone must remember their own levels and positioning.

Today I will teach these recruits a lesson in order to maintain the unity of the shadow. If the shadow, which is already extremely powerful, is a powerful weapon for the country that can be shared by life and death.

"Bangmao!" Zhou Dongfei suddenly scolded.

This sound was no different from the usual name, but the tone was a little hard. But based on this different tone, Bangchui judged that Zhou Dongfei was going to give orders instead of ordinary communication and conversation. So, the guy jumped up, Banban gave a military salute in a neat manner, and shouted loudly: "Come on!"

This is a relative tacit understanding. These recruits don’t understand it yet, but just look at it with a strange look.

Zhou Dongfei said seriously: "I order: I will step up training within ten days and make sure to create a spirit of the ninth team! When I follow me to carry out the mission, I will see a brand new spirit. A group of good seedlings were almost ruined by you."

"Yes!" Bangchui accepted the order and shouted that Zhou Dongfei had nothing else to say, and then he regained his seemingly honest expression and said with a smile: "When I was leading a recruit in the past, I just led a team simply. When you encountered training work, you would arrange it directly, and when you encountered ideological problems, the Political Committee would personally ask. When you were not here, I found that I really lacked the time to do this. Hey. Now that you are here, I have a clear idea."

Tongniu on the side smiled and said, "Reporting the instructor, the flattery was slapped by Bangmao alone. We strongly request that we have a chance to flatter!"

A group of veterans burst into laughter, but Bangmao just gave the bronze bull a blank look. "You rude guy, you are serious, I'm just talking."

"Report to the instructor, Bangchui accused me of fucking him in the mouth!"

...

In the following period, the ninth team led by Bangchui began high-intensity training. In fact, it was impossible to train significantly different combat powers in just ten days. But Zhou Dongfei asked them to speed up the running-in and understanding between each other, form a real group as soon as possible, and truly integrate into the Shadow team.

In fact, if Cheng Qinghu had all his strength to teach these guys, the current situation would not have been like this. But since Zhou Dongfei left, major events in the underground world have emerged one after another, and Cheng Qinghu has been exhausted. In addition, the affairs of the three giants of Shadows have become two people carrying them, and after the political commissar Yao Ye was injured, Cheng Qinghu was even more doing the work of three people alone, so he did not have so much energy.

Zhou Dongfei asked Bangchui to lead the team to train, but he only came to provide guidance in the morning. In the afternoon, he accompanied Qingfang to go shopping in the capital, and lived in the military guesthouse at night. It was not until Qingfang returned to Haiyang on the fourth day that he spent all his time in the army. This was not like a soldier, he was simply a master.

While training recruits, Zhou Dongfei was waiting for news from the north. It is said that after so many days, Russia should be a little moved.

...

The capital of Russia, Moscow, the country's largest city.

At around 9 o'clock local time, this international metropolis is brightly lit. Two figures appear in the dark back street in a bustling downtown area, which seems inconspicuous. There is a bar that is not very formal, of low grade but not small in scale. The atmosphere inside is noisy, and a group of young men and women indulge in passion, alcoholism, drugs, and excessive intercourse. All the sins are condensed here.

The most eye-catching thing is that the young men inside are all bald. This is actually one of the most concentrated places where the bald men in Moscow gather.

The two figures sneaked in. The lights were dim and the traces were noisy, and no one could notice them. They hid near an old bathroom, like two leopards lurking in the dark night. Soon, a strong Russian bald man walked over drunk, dizzy and unconscious, and at first glance he looked like he was drinking too much.

The two black shadows saw a suitable target appear and rushed out like a wind. Although one of them was of medium size, they were extremely powerful. He hit the bald strong man's stomach with one knee, making him bend over in pain. But Shang Weiji made a voice, the black shadow grabbed his thick neck and pressed his mouth with the other hand. Although he could still make a sound, the rock music outside was thunderous, so who could care about this sound?

Another black shadow took advantage of the situation to grab one of the bald strong man's arm and exposed his wrist. At the same time, he took out an injection needle, and the light red potion inside looked quite weird under the dim light.

Intravenous injection.

The bald strong man was shocked, wondering what the other party did to him. HIV? There are indeed such revenge on AIDS patients in society. Thinking of this randomly, this strong man was almost scared to pee his pants.

He wanted to try his best to see the appearance of the two people, but he couldn't do it at all. The other party was smaller than his size, but his strength was ridiculously great and he couldn't turn his head.

But from this figure, he felt like two Chinese people. So he thought: It must be those Chinese people who are taking revenge! As a leader of the skinhead in Moscow, he has taken too many actions against the Chinese and has made many enemies. So he really can't figure out who was the one who attacked him.

Suddenly, his huge body was suddenly pushed away, and a dog chewed on the slippery bathroom floor. He cursed and got up, but turned around and found that the two Chinese were gone!

Damn! Who is it? The bald strong man looked at his wrist angrily and found that there was only a small pinhole. Although he instinctively exclaimed just now, reason told him: he still has to go to the hospital for examination. If it is really HIV injection, it will be really fucking trouble. And he gritted his teeth fiercely: If that is the case, he would first take people to kill a group of Chinese! No, even if he was not injected with HIV, just by attacking like this today, he would give the Chinese some color!

But while he was cursing himself, his head suddenly felt a little dizzy. His head, which was already too drowsy, seemed to be heavier at this time, as reason and soberness were quickly peeling off from him, and his head was gradually occupied by chaos.

"Damn it, is it an anesthetic?" The bald strong man was shocked. He had done similar things before, turning over the human numbness and taking out the internal organs of the internal organs and selling them. Of course, he was just helping a secret organization as the starting point, not taking the lead. However, he also came into contact with such information and knew that the effect of the anesthetic would be terrifying once it attacked. However, the other party clearly left after injecting the drug, not like organ trafficking. So what was the purpose of this?! But no matter what, the guy still looked up and roared to attract the attention of people outside. In fact, this was his last roar. Then, he would not have any consciousness of the **.

This guy has a lot of association, sometimes it’s HIV and sometimes it’s anesthetic. But no matter how he thinks about breaking his big head, he never thought that this kind of drug was the controllable Modafini!

Don't even think of it, he has never heard of it.

Hearing the strong man's roar in the bathroom, his two friends noticed it because the roar seemed to be wrong. The two bald men also quickly ran over to see what was going on, but as soon as they arrived at the bathroom door, they saw the strong man standing there with nothing special about their body.

"Nicolah, what's wrong?" the two bald heads asked at the same time.

The name of the strong bald head who was injected just now was Nikola. Now he is unconscious and knows nothing. He seemed to have taken two steps forward a little dull, not knowing what to do.

The two bald heads on the opposite side looked at each other, always feeling something was wrong. Although Nikola had just drunk a lot of vodka, this guy's alcohol tolerance was not that bad. How could he be like a fool?

The two bald men took a step forward and looked carefully. Taking advantage of the dim light, they finally discovered something was wrong: Nicholas's eyes were red and red!

Congestion?! Unexpectedly, ordinary congestion is not like this, it is too weird. The two young men even thought: It’s not the kind of vampire in the legend, right? Although this idea is absurd, Nicholas (7)’s eyes really look like vampires.

Gradually, Nicholas's face seemed to be stiffer and a little lost in emotion. Although the two bald young men on the opposite side didn't know what was going on, they finally discovered something was wrong, and widened their eyes and turned around and ran away.

Finally, something terrifying happened! Nikola rushed up suddenly and grabbed a bald young man! Another person was shocked when he saw this and ran out with no face.

The bald young man behind him made a miserable scream, and then the scream was interrupted again. Because Nicholas suddenly grabbed his neck with one hand, it was like an iron plier that forced a rubber tube, so the neck had been completely deformed, and the cracking sound of a fractured neck bone sounded, which was quite terrifying!

This bald young man died so much that he could not die anymore. At first, the bald young man who ran away was pulled by Nikola again.
Chapter completed!