The morning passed in a flash.

After Du Yi finished his meal in the space, he came out and took a chair to sit on the deck to bask in the sun.

After a while, seventy-six people swam over from a distance.

She walked to the guardrail and looked at the people under the boat, whose faces were flushed with exhaustion.

Smiling, she waved her hands and said, "Come on, comrades."

Everyone: “…”

Du Yi smiled and went into the cabin to continue training.

Three o'clock in the afternoon.

She came out of the cabin with a bag of braised beef, looked at the much dimmer sunlight, and waved to the people in the sea: "You still have two and a half hours, come on, if you can't finish it, you will get a shark as a reward."

After swimming for a whole day, everyone felt hungry. When they saw the braised beef in Du Yi's hand, they swallowed hard.

When he heard the second half of the sentence, that the reward for completing the task was a shark, his face suddenly changed.

"Captain, that's not true, is it?"

Lu Ran felt inexplicably panicked.

In response, the black-faced leader shouted, "Hurry up, swim faster."

"Everyone speed up."

No one dared to waste even a second.

Even though my muscles were sore, I dared not waste even a second.

Lu Ran gritted his teeth and followed the team.

These veterans are working so hard. If he falls behind, he will surely incur public anger.

Watching the long line of people quickly moving away, Du Yi smiled and narrowed his eyes.

It's already a kindness of hers that she didn't ask you to compete with sharks in swimming speed.

In the previous life, the Blood Demon Sea Training was to simply round up a few sharks and throw them in.

Either the man dies or the shark dies.

The more brutal the training methods, the more capable the people who come out will be.

She didn't respect that kind of cruel training just because she came from a killer organization.

The more brutal the training, the stronger the psychological quality and response in actual combat.

The best outcome she envisioned for the Death God Special Operations Team was a team of ten.

The fewer players, the more flexible.

As long as the comprehensive ability of each person in the team can reach the strongest, they can be equivalent to a special forces unit of several hundred people.

In the blink of an eye, another two hours passed.

Du Yi completed the second phase of training.

Walking onto the deck, I saw that the sea had been dyed red by the sun in the sky.

The swimming speed of the people in the distance was obviously much slower.

There are still more than thirty minutes until the sun sets.

She took out a fishing rod from the cabin, sat by the railing to fish, and enjoyed the leisurely evening time.

After a short while, a grouper was caught. The fiery red body of the fish, coupled with the fiery red sunset, was very suitable for the scene.

She glanced at the group of people swimming away in the distance, turned to the right, took out the camera from the space, and pressed the shutter.

“Crack~”

Take photos of fish and sunsets.

Then he secretly put the camera back into the space.

He threw the fish onto the deck, went into the cabin, took out the fish grill and charcoal, and grilled the fish.

Fishing rod in left hand, fish grill in right hand, the aroma fills the air...

Isn't this the leisurely life she has been looking forward to for a long time?

It’s a pity that Xiao Shian is not here.

At this time, the sun had already set a little.

She picked up the grilled fish and walked to the guardrail, eating while asking, "My guards, how many laps have you swum?"

Lu Ran stretched out two fingers and panted, "Two hundred and sixty-two."

Du took a bite of the grilled fish.

More than she thought.

She looked at the setting sun and said, "Come on, there are still thirty-eight laps to go."

Everyone looked at the grilled fish, their eyes red with envy.

"continue!"

"We don't have much time."

The black-faced leader reminded loudly.

Everyone shook their heads, turned around and swam back and forth.

At this time, the fishing rod moved. Du Yi put down the grilled fish and immediately picked up the fishing rod to reel in the line.

It was a plump bonito.

Sharks' favorite fish.

What a coincidence.

Du threw the bonito onto the deck, picked up the fragrant grilled fish again, leaned his arms on the railing, ate while watching everyone swimming desperately.