■■18 years.

■■The fifth area base belongs to the first site, and the suburban training base.

"call……"

"Huh...huh!"

A heavy breathing sounded, β2, hdc-02, members of the mobile task force code-named "Corpses" had just finished their physical training.

(hdc-02 is the abbreviation of letters for the official use of external letters, and β2 is the abbreviation of internal formation of the foundation.)

As combatants of the Foundation's mobile task force, they are basically similar to those of the national troops, and training is even more rigorous, because they are not facing humans, and surreal things are not just living things.

Of course, there are naturally differences, such as holidays being more free. For example, if you are at level C and above, you can reach all the confidential content of the foundation, for most D-level combatants, they have nothing to be particularly confidential about.

"The training ends here today and disband on the spot!"

"yes!"

The non-commissioned officer in charge of physical fitness announced the end of today's training. The combatants of the four squads of β2 responded collectively, breathed a sigh of relief, and finally ended the regular working hours of this week.

A cold-faced handsome guy with a well-proportioned figure and very beautiful muscle lines took off his vest and exposed his extremely beautiful muscles. It was a kind of muscle that was just right, not as big as an exaggerated bodybuilder, but contained strength.

The slightly bronzed strong muscles are obviously muscles forged by carefully polishing and harnessing.

"Bang!"

The cold-faced handsome guy took off the weight-bearing object tied to his legs. It turned out that he was tied with something like this when he was undergoing physical training. Judging from the sound of hitting the ground, each weighing at least twenty kilograms.

In the most ordinary physical training, there is still enough energy to bear an additional forty kilograms of weight. In addition to the strict requirements on oneself, it can be inferred that this cold-faced handsome guy has excellent strength, at least it is not an exaggeration to call him an "elite".

"Brother Leng!"

At this time, a tall man with a buzz cut came over and greeted the handsome cold-faced man.

The buzz cut is taller than the cool-faced handsome guy, about 185 cm in size, and looks stronger. There is a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, which is a bit ruffian.

"Um."

The cold-faced handsome guy named Leng just nodded slightly, as a response. It seems that not only has a cold name, but his personality is also quite cool.

The buzz cutter didn't care. He obviously knew the temperament of the handsome guy with a cold face and smiled and said, "Brother Leng, where will you go to play tomorrow on the weekend? I haven't gone out to play for a long time, right?"

"I tell you, men can't hold on for too long, do you know? Although we don't do 'multi-person exercise', basic 'health gymnastics' is still necessary!"

The cold-faced handsome guy was stunned for a moment, thinking that he hadn't gone out for a while and had been devoted to training. Perhaps it was a good choice to relax occasionally.

Finally, the cold-faced handsome guy nodded and agreed to the invitation of the buzz cut.

"Oh, by the way! The commander has something to come to you and ask you to go there!"

Another important thing when the buzz cut sounded, that is, conveying the commander of the β2 Mobile Task Force to ask the handsome cold-faced man to find him.

"Looking for me? What's the matter?"

"I don't know, he didn't say it."

"Okay, I understand, I'll go there later."

The cold-faced handsome guy didn't know what the commander had to ask him for, but the superior's orders must be obeyed, which is not much different from the outside troops.

After the cleaning, the handsome cold-faced man came directly to the commander's office. Next to the door was a red and black zombie head logo, which was their "corpse-driver" team logo.

"Knock!"

"Come in!"

"Bang!"

"commander!"

The cold-faced handsome guy stood up straight, and his right hand saluted gesture and hit his left chest hard. This is their β2 salute.

"Here, don't be so restrained, just treat it as a chat!"

A heroic voice, a rough voice, a tall figure, at about forty years old, with a black eye mask on his left eye waved his hand, signaling the cold-faced handsome guy not to be restrained.

He is the commander of the β2 Mobile Task Force, named Nanmen Shang. He is a C-class personnel in the foundation. He has a lot of practical experience. It is not a lucky chance to be able to take the position of commander. It is entirely up to the real ability. The entire β2 is highly respected by him.

The cold-faced handsome guy put down his right hand and nodded, indicating that he understood, but the expression on his face was still cold, and his expression seemed like an iceberg that never melted for thousands of years.

Nanmen Shang also knew the cold-faced handsome guy's temperament, so he didn't care. He just sat down and lit a cigarette.

"call--"

After taking a beautiful breath, Nanmen Shang went straight to the point and said, "Leng, actually, I want you to come this time. It's very simple. I want you to be the deputy captain of the third team!"

Gao Leng is the name of this cold-faced handsome guy. When he heard Nanmen Shang want him to become the deputy captain of the third team, his expression on his face did not change much, but a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Commander, it's only been more than half a year since I entered β2. In terms of qualifications, it shouldn't be my turn?"

The position of deputy captain of the third team of β2 has indeed been vacant recently. The previous deputy captain died while performing a containment mission, so he had to select combatants in β2 to top it.

Gao Leng joined the foundation and became a combatant of β2 for only more than half a year. Generally speaking, local troops are basically unable to become deputy captains (deputy squad leader) so quickly.

The first and most important point is qualifications. Whether it is local troops or the mobile task force of the foundation, qualifications are considered a hard condition.

Of course, the Foundation's mobile task force is different from local forces. Even so many task forces have their own characteristics. Without violating the Foundation's basic treaties, each commander has the final say.

"Don't be humble, you kid. Everyone sees your abilities. I believe no one will say anything more!"

Nanmen Shang vomited a smoke ring and smiled slightly, not worried that aloofness would be hindered by his qualifications.

Although local troops and mobile contingents pay attention to qualifications, if you have real skills and strong strength, others will give you a thumbs up.

Gao Leng has participated in three formal shelter missions, and his performance is remarkable, even surpassing many veterans who have joined for several months or even years earlier. His strength is obvious to all.

In addition, his cold personality is easier to be recognized by others. Although he doesn't like to talk much, he doesn't need to stare at all when he works.

Moreover, during a shelter mission, Gao Leng rescued three comrades, so his recognition was still very high.

"Don't worry, I believe in you, and I have a premonition..."

Nanmen Shang walked to Gao Leng, patted the latter's shoulder, and smiled and said, "Your achievements are more than that!"
Chapter completed!