Yunhai Airport.

Old man Lu walked forward with his hands behind his back, and Fang Cheng's eyes shone, following closely behind.

Through the VIP channel, there is still a dedicated plane. Old Man Lu waved his hand: "Call your little wife. When you arrive at Nibuleda Island, you must use a dedicated phone number if you want to call again."

Fang Cheng frowned and asked in confusion: "Why is it a dedicated phone?"

“Regulations provide.”

"Yeah, OK."

Fang Cheng picked up the phone, first called his parents, informing them that they were going abroad for special training, which was inconvenient to call, and then called "Huanbao".

"drop……"

When the phone was connected, Fang Cheng's mouth outlined a warm smile: "Hey? What are you doing?"

"I'm cleaning up the bed, have you arrived at the airport? Have you boarded the plane?"

"It's almost time, I'm going to board the plane."

Lin Nuannuan on the other side of the phone whirred, like a little wolf, and said viciously: "Remember to call me often."

Fang Cheng thought for a while and said carefully: "This phone number abroad is not used, and the special training place... the signal is not very good, so I can only call you occasionally."

After careful consideration, Fang Cheng finally decided not to tell his girlfriend to participate in the registered war martial artist assessment. After all, the mortality rate is as high as 50% or 60%, and the information about registering war martial artists online cannot be searched.

This makes me feel so secretive.

In today's era, the Internet is so developed that a small thing that can be found on the Internet the next day.

But even in the Internet age and the Internet society, no details about registered warriors can be found online, but only vaguely searched: up to 50% or 60% of the mortality rate.

Lin Nuannuan pouted her mouth and hummed, "Okay, then you have to call me often."

She didn't know that her boyfriend was going to participate in the registered war martial arts assessment. After all, this kind of thing was too far away, as if the people around her were going to participate in the war in the war-torn area, and they could not even imagine it.

Old Man Lu stroked his non-existent beard. He has stroked his beard too many times these days... He didn't have a few white beards on his chin, and now he has only his bare chin.

He looked at Fang Cheng: "Advisor, how long do you have to call?"

Fang Cheng was suddenly shocked. He looked at the electronic watch on his left wrist and smiled embarrassedly. He had been playing for more than twenty minutes.

If it weren't for a special plane, the plane would have probably been on the runway long ago.

Fang Cheng said softly to his girlfriend on the phone, put the phone in her left pants pocket and looked at her master:

"Let's go."

…………

On the night of August 31, 2016, Nibreda Island.

A small airport on the northeast side of Nibuleda Island, a row of soldiers in dark green uniforms lined up, standing at the end of the airport runway.

They have yellow skin, black skin, and white skin.

The ten military uniform soldiers actually came from different regions and countries, but they all wore dark green military uniforms in uniform.

It is actually not appropriate to say that it is a military uniform. To be precise, it is more like a martial arts uniform. The joints of the military uniform are very loose, not a complete standard clothing.

On the left chest of the military uniform, there is a letter: z.

Amid the roar, an airplane flew from the edge of the ocean. The plane landed, galloped for hundreds of meters, and then stopped at the end of the airport runway.

Inside the cabin.

Fang Cheng looked out the window. It was a dark night. He could only vaguely see the shape of the airport. It seemed very small and not big at all.

Old Man Lu stood up, his eyes suddenly became sharp and iron-blooded, and he said in a deep voice:

“Nipureda Island, arrived.”

Fang Cheng frowned and looked at his master, with surprise and shock flashing in his eyes. He had never seen his master so cautious and murderous.

Nibreda Island, registered warriors, terrifying mortality rates, what is the relationship between these?

Emotions rolled in my heart, and thoughts passed by my mind. Seeing that the master had not explained too much, Fang Cheng pursed his lips and followed the master.

Get out of the cabin.

A ladder has been placed long ago.

Fang Cheng followed the master and walked step by step.

He felt that his steps seemed to be heavier, and the depressed and silent atmosphere in front of him created an indescribable atmosphere.

There seemed to be a big stone in my heart.

Old Man Lu put his hands on both sides of his body and glanced at the ten military iron men in the military uniforms who were picking up the plane.

Ten iron men in military uniforms gave a valuation salute.

A trace of heaviness flashed across Old Man Lu's eyes and he said in a deep voice: Take me to the combat center."

A man in a yellow-skinned military uniform walked out of the queue with a silence and said loudly:

"Yes, General!"

Fang Cheng's eyelids shook hard.

What is this called?

Master is a general? But which country is he a general?

There are white people, black people, and yellow people like them. It is absolutely impossible to be a country.

Old Man Lu looked back at Fang Cheng and looked at the yellow-skinned iron man in military uniform: "Take him to rest."

"yes."

Another iron man in military uniform walked out of the team. He was a white man and walked towards Fang Cheng: "Please here."

Fang Cheng looked at Old Man Lu and felt that the master in front of him seemed to be unprecedentedly unfamiliar. Thoughts passed by his heart, and he nodded at the white man in military uniform.

Old Man Lu glanced at Fang Cheng who was leaving, narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Immediately afterwards, he followed the man in a yellow military uniform and walked out of the airport runway and towards a three-story building.

…………

Fang Cheng followed the white man in military uniform and walked out of the airport runway. After a series of short buildings, he finally stopped in a bungalow.

The white man in military uniform walked up to the door of the bungalow and flipped a white sign hanging from the door. The back was pure black and there was no pattern.

"Go in and rest."

Although he is a white man, he speaks with a pure Northeast China dialect.

Fang Cheng was stunned and a little at a loss. He took a deep breath and had hundreds of questions to ask, but he didn't know where to ask.

Finally, he walked into the room under the sight of a white man in military uniform.

"Bang."

The door was closed gently, but it made a sound.

Fang Cheng turned his head and looked at it. His mood became even darker. The door was just a layer of iron, and there was a horizontal insert in the middle of the door.

"Oh My God……"

He turned his head, glanced at the room, and moaned unconsciously.

The room in front of me can no longer be called a room. The black walls circled a piece of space, which was only more than ten square meters.

There was a wooden bed on the left side of the house, which looked very thin. Fang Cheng couldn't help but wonder if it would collapse when he went to bed at night.

On the right side of the house is an extremely simple toilet, with only a layer of black cloth covering the surroundings, and a stool is placed next to the toilet.

Apart from these things, the house is empty, with tables, bookshelfs, etc., and there is no heating or water heater!

Fang Cheng's body seemed to be stiff. He moved to the bed little by little, sat on the bed, glanced around, and then looked at the small window beside the bed.

The windows are single-glazed and look a little air leaking.

At first glance.

The dark and depressing building has no sound or light. Occasionally, one or two people pass by, and they also leave in a hurry.

The bright moonlight in the sky shone down, vaguely illuminating a large area.

Fang Cheng looked into the distance and saw that in addition to the four or five rows of low buildings and bungalows, there was also a three-story building with lights appearing inside.

"Where is Nibreda Island?"

In deep suspicion and heavy depression, Fang Cheng suddenly discovered that there were not even mosquitoes and birds here! It was like a dead place of silence!

"Yeah? What does this taste like."

Fang Cheng's eyes moved, his nose wrinkled, and carefully sniffed the smell in the air, and then he was stunned:
Chapter completed!