"Ten years old. The age is slandered at twenty." Torres whispered. God was moved. He knew very well what it meant that a nineteen-year-old boy's hand had reached more than twenty. This meant that he still had

Eleven years of rapid growth, and how much these eleven years can improve a person is immeasurable.

A person with a very promising future in aerial combat.

This was Torres's evaluation of Yuan Ye, and then he opened Yuan Ye's basic information. Among them was Yuan Ye's ID card number, which was of course a poor person's ID card. There was no useful information in it. Then there was Yuan Ye's photo.

This photo was taken by Qi Wu when Yuan Ye first came to the Plano Free Army. It has a plain face. There is nothing special about it.

"Huh?" Torres's brows suddenly raised, and there was an obvious strange look on his expression, including surprise and a hint of surprise.

He couldn't believe it, so Torres responded to the news: "Be sure to keep this person and don't pursue his identity too much."

When it came to Torres's approval, Spoelstra was not too surprised. In his opinion, Torres's approval was completely within his expectation. Now all he has to consider is how to keep that guy and find someone who can

You need to keep him without making him feel too angry. Otherwise, even if you keep that guy, he won't be willing to work for the Plano Free Army.

At the same time, Yuan Ye was doing elementary and intermediate military gymnastics in front of the five-story building where he was "incarcerated". There was a small open space there. Just now, Yuan Ye saw that the door was unlocked, so he tentatively walked out.

To his surprise, the doorman turned a blind eye to him, looked at him for a few times, and then began to smoke his cigar.

In fact, Yuan Ye's guess was correct. This is the place where official pilots can sit back and think about their mistakes. Compared with other places, the management here is extremely lax, and the so-called detention room is just a decoration.

As for the official pilots who were ordered to shut themselves up and think about their mistakes, it was actually almost like a vacation.

While Yuan Ye was minding his own business doing military gymnastics, two more pilots in their 24s and 45s walked out of the five-story building. It could be seen from their attire that they were official pilots with the rank of captain.

According to Nalin, a captain should be a Class C pilot.

"Hey, this little guy is pretty good. He can even do intermediate military gymnastics." One of the pilots glanced at Yuan Ye and said. There was no ridicule or disdain in his eyes, but his tone was somewhat condescending.

Tone.

"Hey little guy, how did you end up here?" asked another official pilot.

Yuan Ye turned around and looked at the two of them. One was tall and the other was short, the contrast was huge. Yuan Ye did not shy away from the two people's questions and simply answered: "Fight." Then he went about his own business.

I started intermediate military gymnastics.

When the two pilots, one tall and one short, saw Yuan Ye's appearance, they didn't pay much attention to it, but leaned against a metal wall not far away.

The tall pilot rummaged around for a while. Then he took out a box of cigarettes and opened it. Only one cigarette was left inside.

"Go and buy a pack of cigarettes." The tall pilot said to his companions.

The short pilot spread his hands and said with a sad face: "When you were ordered to shut up and think about your mistakes, you didn't know that our savings cards and star coins were taken away by Boss Toma, saying that he was keeping it for us.

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"Then what should we do?" The tall pilot fiddled with the cigarette case. There was only one cigarette left. How should the two of them share it?

"Hey." The short pilot touched his companion, pointed at Yuan Ye, and winked. The tall pilot naturally understood the meaning of this wink, and was a little embarrassed: "Taking advantage of the juniors, don't you?"

good."

"It doesn't matter. At worst, we can just return the money to him after we lift the ban." said the short pilot.

Yuan Ye didn't know that he was being targeted by two guys with malicious intentions while he was taking a breather outside.

Not long after, Yuan Ye, who was concentrating on practicing, saw the two pilots coming to his side and looking at him with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Yuan Ye asked. Although his eyes were as usual, his heart was already wary. During his wandering period, he had seen too many faces like this.

"Hey, brother, if you have nothing to do, you have nothing to do. How about a couple of bets?" the short pilot said, pretending to be chatting.

"How to bet? What to bet on?" Yuan Ye stopped what he was doing, turned around and asked.

"Let's bet on catching stones. The one who catches more stones will be the winner. The betting money is cigarettes, and the last one will give a box to each of the first two people." The short man said.

Yuan Ye glanced at the epaulettes on the shoulders of the two men. Captain, Class C pilot, but they did not have any rights while they closed their doors to reflect on their past.

And Yuan Ziyi also knew that these two people were probably going crazy due to the cigarette smoke and wanted to take advantage of him, so he couldn't help but curve the corners of his mouth in an imperceptible arc.

"It's OK to bet, but the rules are not good, as far as I'm concerned. There should be only one winner, that is, the last two will buy cigarettes for the first place winner.

The tall man and the short man looked at each other. It was obvious that despite being Class C pilots, these two seemed to be somewhat simple-minded. At first glance, they looked like playboys who had never experienced the ups and downs of life.

But these two people didn't know that Yuan Ye had seen through them and exchanged glances with each other. Then they nodded: "Okay."

Unexpectedly, the short man picked up small pebbles all over the ground on the exposed surface of the soil. After a while, there were about thirty pebbles the size of fingernails, which were carried over by the short man.

The method of gambling is very simple. It is very similar to the "throwing method" used by Yuan Ye, which is to throw a large number of stones into the air. The person who catches the most is the winner.

The first one to try is the short man. Each person has three chances and chooses the one with the most.

After throwing three times in a row, the number of stones caught by the short man three times was old and powerful. Obviously, the short man's hands were not slow, at least in the public area.

Seeing such results, the short man showed a slightly proud smile. In his opinion, people in the public area were very sad about such results. And looking at Yuan Ye's current appearance, he was definitely not over twenty years old.

At such an age, it is already very impressive if the hand can reach seventeen.

Yes. Just taking advantage of children in this way is indeed not very honorable.

Next, it was the tall man's turn. His hands were faster than those of the short man. The three times were force, blade, and lead.

Obviously, the tall man's hands have reached the level of nearly twenty-one. If he practices diligently, he will become a second-class pilot in the near future.

"It's your turn." The tall man handed the pebbles in the handkerchief to Kino's hand. In fact, this was the first time he had bullied a child, but there was nothing he could do. He was addicted to cigarettes and was feeling uncomfortable. And they did it again.

Because he smoked in the cockpit of a fighter plane, he was ordered to shut up and think for three days.

"Three chances, as long as you can catch twenty-two in one, you will win." The short man added, as if to encourage Yuan Ye, but in fact, he had no hope that Yuan Ye could cross twenty.

Unexpectedly, these two people had proud smiles on their faces.

To put the stones in his hands, it is actually the "throwing method". For Yuan Ye, it should be regarded as an enlightenment practice. It is precisely because of this "throwing method" that he gradually embarked on the path of aerial combat.

Therefore, Yuan Ye is not only familiar with the "throwing method", but also has some feelings for it.

At this moment, Yuan Ye suddenly saw Qi Wu appearing in his field of vision following a middle-aged man with a goatee, and that middle-aged man was Si Bo.

Seeing Qi Wu, Yuan Ye knew that the eighth floor of his punishment decision had come out. He nodded slightly and signaled them to wait a moment, then casually threw the stones into the sky, and the stones quickly dispersed.

The next moment, I saw Yuan Ye's hands working quickly. Under the bright sunshine, they instantly turned into countless afterimages, changing their trajectories quickly. And in the air, one by one, stones were caught by Yuan Ye.

Get it in hand.

"This" the smiles on the faces of the two pilots standing next to Yuan Ye froze instantly. Their mouths slowly opened, showing a surprised expression, and their eyes stared straight at Yuan Ye.

Vaguely, they had a hunch that the two of them were going to steal the chicken but lose the rice. They originally thought that Yuan Ye was a ball of cotton, but they didn't expect that he turned out to be a hard wall.

Even Si Bo, who was standing not far away, was slightly surprised when he saw Yuan Ye's actions. On the one hand, Yuan Ye threw the stone. His strength was exactly right, and the position of the stone was exactly right.

Good for gripping.

Obviously, Qi Wu didn't lie, that guy is definitely extraordinary, Si Bo thought in his mind.

After about only a second, Yuan Ye's hands were already filled with stones, and then he piled the stones into the tall man's hands.

"Two boxes of cigarettes, bring them to me later. I have something else to do. If you're sorry, Yuan Ye said, patted the dust on his hands, and followed Si Bo and Qi Wu into the five-story building.

That guy is so sure that he will win?

Looking at the stones in their hands, the two pilots were surprised and asked this question.

After coming back to their senses slightly, the two people began to count carefully. They counted more than twenty stones for two minutes, but the number they could count made them freeze in place. It was just right.

Twenty-two, no more, no less.

And this fully shows that Yuan Ye's hands are around 22. A 19-year-old guy has hands that are almost like a second-class pilot. What is the concept of this?

They are pilots. Naturally, they know a lot about their opponents. They know very well that if Yuan Ye is at his current level, he can hope to become a pilot under the age of twenty-five.

It seems that there are only three people in the Federation who have become pilots at the age of twenty-five.
Chapter completed!