"Brother Gu!" Dongfang Cheng ran into the house. The door was ajar and opened with a push.
Gu Ting sat on the sofa, cleaning his gun. He glanced at the person who came and slowly put the gun down. "What's wrong?"
"The Death Instructor from the special training camp is here." Dongfang Cheng looked excited. He heard from several veterans that it seemed to be a woman.
"Oh." Gu Ting looked away, lacking interest.
Dongfang Cheng sat down beside him and suggested: "I heard she is a beauty. Why don't we go and take a look? If..." It would be great if we could recruit her into Jinmen's team.
"Not interested." Gu Ting stood up and distanced himself from Dongfang Cheng.
Their deal with Minister Hua had been completed, so there was no need for Ling Hai to stay any longer, let alone go see any woman.
"Oh, okay, okay." Dongfang Cheng thought about it and felt that it was not possible.
The Linghai base and the Lan family are inextricably linked. If they stay any longer, their identities will inevitably be exposed.
"When are you leaving?" Dongfang Cheng glanced at Gu Ting. The man had already put on a mask.
"Now."
**
Shen Qing sat on a chair, holding a gun in his hand, his eyebrows lowered, as if thinking about something.
After a while, she looked up at Captain Deng and asked, "Is this a new batch?"
"right."
"Yeah." Shen Qing nodded. It was quite a coincidence that he would meet the Dragon King here.
"Miss Shen, is there anything wrong?" Captain Deng asked in a low voice.
"No, I'm going to take a nap. Dinner will be sent to my room." As soon as the voice fell, Shen Qing stood up.
"Okay." Captain Deng nodded and pointed to someone to take Shen Qing to the room.
After leaving the hall, a black SUV passed by the two of them. Shen Qing lowered her head, and her hair on both sides fell down, covering her face.
Dongfang Cheng leaned against the car window, glanced, and saw the woman outside.
"The back of Death Instructor's head looks pretty good."
Gu Ting looked away from his phone and glanced at him calmly, "You're crazy."
“…”
Shen Qing arrived at the dormitory, a room on the second floor with good sunlight. There was only a bed and a table inside, very simple.
"Miss Shen, is there anything else you need to buy?"
"No need." Shen Qing glanced around the room and then sat on the bed.
"Okay, have a good rest." After saying that, the man turned and went out, closing the door behind him.
Shen Qing took out his cell phone and took a look at it, then took off his shoes and went to sleep.
The next morning, the special training camp was very lively.
"I heard that our instructor is a girl."
"An old woman can train us?"
"Exactly. I think it's because the first few batches of people were so bad that they were so afraid of her. Tsk, what about the Death God Instructor? That's an exaggeration."
"Alas, times have changed." Several men sat together and joked.
The special training camp is divided into groups of ten people each. The person who just talked is a member of the fifth group.
"So long-winded." Zhang Ji from the fourth group hated them. They had poor grades but still loved to talk.
"Who is so talkative?" Meng Ben (ben) from the fifth group stood up and looked at Zhang Ji viciously.
He is big and strong, as big as a black bear.
Zhang Ji raised his head, stood up, and looked at him.
Everyone was saying that there was some insider information involved in the selection process for Linghai's special training camp this year, which was why they added twenty extra spots. Logically, the people in Groups 4 and 5 shouldn't have been allowed in.
"Since you have been given the opportunity, you should cherish it instead of criticizing the instructor." Zhang Ji looked at Meng Ben and spoke word by word.
"Ha!" Meng Ben gave him a disdainful look. "I was the last one in, and you're talking like you're superior."
The people in the last two groups all have some kind of connection, otherwise they wouldn't be able to get in. Everyone knows this, but no one will say it openly.
"you……"
"What are you arguing about?" A young man in camouflage came over from a distance. His appearance was outstanding among the group of people.
Meng Ben saw the person coming and curled his lips in disdain, "What are you so proud of?"
"Lan Wei, you're here." Zhang Ji saw the person and walked over with a smile.
They are all from the fourth group and have a good relationship.
"Tsk, fawning." Meng Ben couldn't stand them. Everyone knew that Lan Wei was from the Lan family and had been well taken care of since he entered the Linghai base.
When it comes to using connections, Lan Wei is the first one.
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