Zhuo Fan sighed and dragged Wu Xiaofei back into the tent of 0211. He rode the moonlight and completed the remaining transport tasks alone. Without Wu Xiaofei aside, his speed was significantly faster. Using his mindfulness, he could transport three bricks and stones at most at one time. It was equivalent to a 100 kilogram mission. In just two times, he completed the remaining 150 kilogram mission.

There was a small gray-green tent next to the destination of the transport. Zhuo Fan was not in a hurry to go in and register the task progress. The bright moonlight shone. He directly looked for a cross-white huge rock and sat cross-legged on it. Close his eyes and began to try meditation. The mental fatigue made him quickly find his state...

The next morning, Zhuo Fan entered the green military tent to report the mission progress and handed over the red sign. When he came out, he was in a good mood. "It was so easy to obtain two military barracks contributions, and he could also improve his mental power..."

Zhuo Fan excitedly replied to 0211, but Wu Xiaofei was startled. He rushed over and gave Zhuo Fan a bear hug: "I thought you were exhausted outside..."

The next day, Zhuo Fan was still a red card and Wu Xiaofei was a yellow card. Zhuo Fan realized the life of the Amethyst Giant, and his mental power was significantly improved in meditation.

On the third day, in the mission distribution office, Zhuo Fan had just finished drawing the card - a red card. "Bang!" Wu Xiaofei avoided the red card and fell on the table. He cursed: "You must have a problem here. How can one person have red cards for three consecutive days? The probability of red cards appearing is only 10%.

Wu Xiaofei's angry eyebrows stood up, and his roar alarmed the other people who received the mission. Their eyes swept over Wu Xiaofei and Zhuo Fan, and they were all talking in a low voice.

The soldier who registered for the mission snorted coldly: "It only means he is not lucky. Is there any evidence for your words? If there is no evidence, please be careful that I will sue you for slander."

Zhuo Fan pulled the angry Wu Xiaofei away, pulled him to the corner, pressed his shoulder with both hands, and let him sit down: "I actually like red cards very much, and I can also exercise my strength by the way."

"How can I just forget it? They are clearly bullying us Chinese! Maybe that Parkerk is making trouble behind the scenes..." Although Wu Xiaofei was angry, his mind was still very calm.

"It's better to work quickly. My transportation journey is 20 kilometers today!" Zhuo Fan shrugged and suddenly got a brick and stone and walked away.

Looking at Zhuo Fan's back, Wu Xiaofei shouted: "Why can you tolerate this bastard Parkerick!?"

"It's just a woman who uses tricks..." Zhuo Fan turned around and laughed. "...it's really not worthy of our experience with her."

Wu Xiaofei scratched his head, thinking about something.

...

The days afterwards passed quickly, and Zhuo Fan still received red cards every day, but he could complete the task smoothly every day. Soon, Zhuo Fan had arrived at the military camp for a month, and he would distribute front-line reconnaissance missions almost every day. Because the danger was not high, the rewarded military camp contribution value was also large, and many people could not get the quota for the mission even if they squeezed their heads. As for new recruits like Zhuo Fan, they had no chance to participate.

It is difficult to charge in the military camp. Zhuo Fan rarely uses his mobile phone and has not watched the income from zombie financial management for a long time.

In early May, in the inconspicuous tent No. 0211, a group of people were gathering in a circle to drink, and the beer barrels were placed in the center of them.

The torpedo held up a large glass of monument and drank a big sip of beer, then wiped his mouth and said, "It's so satisfying! Boss, do you want to add some for you?"

Zhuo Fan shook his head. The torpedo still picked up the barrel and poured half a cup of Zhuo Fan: "Look at how many of these guys can drink, they have killed half a barrel. If I don't leave some for you, I'm afraid I'll have to wait for another month next time."

Zhuo Fan gave half of the beer to Wu Xiaofei. After clinking glasses with everyone, he finished drinking. After drinking, several veterans began to sing and dance, performing improvised programs. Unexpectedly, the black Jack actually hugged his head and cried bitterly. The torpedo held him and finally helped him stop crying. Jack spoke intermittently and said drunkenly: "Every time... drink, there will always be... one or two brothers missing..."

Zhuo Fan sighed. Before he came, the tent had six beds.

The sadness was like an explosion of floods, which suddenly made everyone silent.

The torpedo lay on the bed on his back, staring at the incandescent light bulb hanging from the top of the tent, and said weakly: "It's not because of the military's contribution value. If we can easily earn the contribution value, who would go to the front line to take risks to investigate? Who would be willing to do dangerous tasks?"

The torpedo suddenly stood up and said, "I wish I could get two contribution points every day like the boss..."

"What's good?" Jack took a blanket and covered it with his body, lay on the bed side. "The boss's daily workload is four or five times that of you and me, and only 2 points of contribution..."

"What do you know? Only the contribution value of the red card task can be 2 points. Although other brands save effort, the upper limit is only 1 point if they die... I want to become a one-star citizen with the contribution value, then leave this ghost place as soon as possible, and go to the big city to have a happy life... That is the life that people live..." Torpedo said and closed his eyes.

Zhuo Fan also lay down with his head in his arms: "When you become a one-star citizen, you may have other worries..."

"I also want to become a one-star citizen... I will marry Lisa home by then!" Wu Xiaofei's yellow face had a little blood color, his eyes shining, and his face was full of longing.

The torpedo suddenly said, "By the way, do you know that the 'Demon's Arena' activity is about to begin again?"

The black Jack muttered nostalgic: "The Devil's Arena... Another year has passed, and I'm still alive."

The torpedo became excited: "Boss, are you going? With your strength, you might be able to win the award!" Zhuo Fan shook his head, and the torpedo said again. "I heard that the cold roses of the Empire will also come to the game! I really want to see this beautiful woman among the best in the Eurasian League with my own eyes!"

"Cold rose?"

Seeing Zhuo Fan a little moved, the torpedo continued to strike while the iron was hot: "Yes, the top few still have contributions! The first place is 50 points, the second place is 30 points. There will be a challenge competition afterwards. If you win the challenge ten consecutive victories in the challenge, you can even..."

Zhuo Fan said anxiously: "Can you get the title?"

The torpedo sound was a little hesitant: "This is not true, the title is too rare, but you can get a contribution value of 100 points... After the contribution value is too much, you can exchange the title..."

Jack also joined in the fun: "Boss, are you going?"

Zhuo Fan's voice was calm: "Go... go and see."

The lights have passed and the tent has become dark.

"I just drank too much beer, so I'll go pee." "I'll go too, let's go together." Torpedo and Jack came out of the tent in the dark. Wu Xiaofei rolled on the bed a few times, got up and followed him.

The moonlight fell like water, and on the dry and cold open space, the two of them found a corner to set up their positions together.

"Wow!"

Jack was a little lacking in confidence, and he looked around and said, "Do you think we are sorry for the boss?"

The torpedo was trembling with the cold wind: "How could it be? Whether to go to the Demon Arena is just his own decision. We are just describing the facts selectively."

After the two of them finished the fight, they walked back. The torpedo said again: "The lieutenant general's son will secretly operate in the ring match, which will definitely lure the boss to the stage, and then it can only be seen how the boss performs."

Jack picked up his arms: "I hope the boss will show his power and beat up the guy who was arranged by the bullshit young master."

The torpedo glanced at Jack and whispered: "How is this possible? Unless the lieutenant general's son is really an idiot, how could he arrange someone who is inferior to the boss to provoke him? I think the worst result is that the boss is humiliated... You and I should just collect money and do things with peace of mind."

In the shadow of the woods, Wu Xiaofei looked at the two of them coldly.
Chapter completed!