Chapter 225
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It turned out that the instructor with bare upper body, military green trousers and a pair of big head military boots on his feet was the instructor of endless purgatory. He claimed that his nickname was "butcher" and was responsible for this year's purgatory training. After he finished, he took two soldiers into the old jeep and asked the four of us to run behind the car.
Yang Xiong is a new generation of leaders in all the halls of the Chen family. He is also a little famous figure in Lihai city. Now when he comes to Myanmar on the first day, he has to eat dust with a jeep. All three of them don't look very good. They swear that the instructor pretends to make trouble.
Although I also think the instructor is a bit of a threat to us, I don't dare to have a temper when I think that only half of the people who come here to participate in training can go back alive. Almost as soon as the jeep was moving, I caught up with it with standard running movements and honestly followed the jeep to eat ash.
"This little boy is really obedient. He just came here and behaved like a dog."
Yang Xiong looked at my back and scolded. Reluctantly, he put aside his steps with the other two companions and caught up. This guy has been very hostile to me all the way since he clashed with me because of Zhang Qingqing's photo on the ship. He wants to clean me up all the time.
The jeep was not fast. Even when it was about to leave the town, it stopped in front of a pancake stall. The butcher instructor threw one of the soldiers a thousand Kyats and asked the soldier to get off and buy him a banana pancake.
The soldier quickly got out of the car and bought banana pancakes, probably to please the butcher instructor. The guy was so assertive that the pancake stall owner added two eggs to the butcher instructor's banana pancake, then trotted back with the banana pancake and handed the pancake respectfully to the butcher instructor in the back seat of jeep.
But something unexpected happened immediately. As soon as the butcher instructor bit a banana pancake, he flew into a rage. He got out of the car and kicked the soldier over. He grabbed the soldier's rifle, smashed the soldier with the butt of his gun, and smashed the soldier's head on the spot.
It turned out that the butcher only said he wanted a banana pancake, not eggs. His opponent was good at adding eggs. He didn't do things in full accordance with his requirements. He was extremely dissatisfied and almost killed the attendant soldier on the spot.
Yang Xiong and I were shocked to see that the butcher instructor was so cruel to his followers and soldiers. Everyone began to worry about his training career in the next two months, because the instructor was a living devil.
Compared with Yang Xiong's fears and worries, my mind is turning at a high speed. I have excellent wisdom. I secretly observe the instructor's every move and use his behavior to analyze his character, temper, ability and so on.
For example, he easily kicked over the soldier, and he was a soldier with a gun on his back, which shows that he was very good. The soldier dared not resist at all, which showed that the butcher had absolute power in this place, and the people here were afraid of him. In addition, the butcher beat his men seriously because of a small matter, which shows that he is a violent man and advocates force. His opponent is very strict. He requires his men to execute his orders 100% without any ambiguity. He is a person who likes to control very much.
After this little episode, the butcher instructor scolded and got on the jeep, and the car continued to move forward without delay. We glanced at the wounded soldier lying on the side of the road. Without daring to say anything, all of us hurried to catch up with the jeep and run behind the car.
After driving on the rugged mountain road for two hours, the car finally entered a valley. There were many outposts in front of the valley, and each outpost was guarded by soldiers with guns. I know you can't escape until the training is over.
After running for two hours, Yang Xiong and I were as tired as dogs. Fortunately, we had reached our destination and came to a training base established in the valley.
We have just entered this training ground, a building, surrounded by steel wire mesh, guarded by soldiers everywhere, as if it were a prison base.
The butcher instructor jumped out of the jeep, grabbed a soldier on guard and ordered: "inform all the garbage coming to purgatory training. I want them to gather in the training ground within ten minutes. If anyone dares to be late, they will be eliminated directly."
The radio in the base sounded like a gathering signal. Many people came out of an undecorated building, young, middle-aged, even white and black. It turns out that many people come to purgatory every year. Some gang organizations send their subordinates here to hammer them into elites, and some people come here by themselves, hoping to quickly train themselves into elites, so that they can quickly join some mercenary organizations with observable salaries to perform tasks.
This year, there were 200 participants in infernal hell. I even saw a familiar face in this group: a man wearing a black vest with a ferocious scar on his face. It was impressively half a month ago that he took a group of his men driving motorcycles to clean up my Yang Peng.
Yang Peng also saw me at this time. He was very surprised, but I was particularly jealous when I met his enemy. I stared at him with hatred. He sneered at me, thumbed up and cut his throat, meaning he was going to kill me here.
The assembly time was ten minutes. The naked butcher instructor spread out his feet, carried his hands and stood on the edge of the training field with an expressionless face, waiting for the end of the assembly time.
The people who come here for training come from all over the world. I don't know if someone wants to challenge the authority of the instructor, or is used to a lazy life, or is really going to the bathroom. In short, someone is late, and there are a lot of people. A total of 12 people are late.
After the end of the assembly time, these people appeared at the edge of the training field late. When they were stopped by the butcher instructor with a group of soldiers, an old middle-aged man also took out a pack of cigarettes, touched out a flattering one and handed it to the instructor. He smiled in Mandarin and said, "smoke, smoke, Yuxi in China, good smoke..."
The butcher instructor smiled grimly at the corners of his mouth, knocked off the cigarettes handed over by the guy, waved to a group of soldiers behind him, and said only two words: "take it away."
In the surprised eyes of a group of us, more than a dozen latecomers were driven out by the soldiers. Everyone around said that these 12 guys were unlucky. They were late for the first gathering here and must be trained. Some people even talked with interest about what punishment these people would eat. Some said they might run, some said they might wash the toilet, and others said they might be imprisoned.
I looked at the cruel smile on the corner of the butcher instructor's mouth in the distance, remembered his cruel and cruel means, and his character of absolute control of the overall situation, and vaguely felt that something was going to happen.
When the butcher instructor saw that more than 180 of us were buzzing and whispering, he said coldly, "I'll deal with the garbage. All of you are standing here waiting for me to come back. Pay attention to keeping quiet. If you dare to speak, I'll clean up who I come back."
With that, he strode to catch up with the dozens of latecomers who had been driven out of the training ground, and soon disappeared at the end of our vision.
With the departure of the butcher instructor, everyone began to talk. Even a yellow hair came up to me and said, "Hello, are you also Chinese? My name is Huang Hai. Let's meet."
Huang Hai said and stretched out a hand to me. I thought many friends had a way out and were ready to shake hands with him. However, the corner of my eye suddenly caught a glimpse of those soldiers standing guard in the distance, all looking at us with a sneer, and even someone with a pen and paper around it. I was suddenly surprised and remembered what the butcher instructor said to keep us quiet. I quickly stood upright without squinting and ignored the yellow hair called Yellow Sea.
Huang Hai asked for no fun, so he scolded me for pretending to force the dog, and then chatted with Yang Xiong around me.
"Bang Bang..."
A series of firecracker like gunshots rang, and suddenly the training ground was silent. Everyone looked at each other and looked at the direction where the 12 latecomers left. The gunshots came from there. Have they been
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It turned out that the instructor with bare upper body, military green trousers and a pair of big head military boots on his feet was the instructor of endless purgatory. He claimed that his nickname was "butcher" and was responsible for this year's purgatory training. After he finished, he took two soldiers into the old jeep and asked the four of us to run behind the car.
Yang Xiong is a new generation of leaders in all the halls of the Chen family. He is also a little famous figure in Lihai city. Now when he comes to Myanmar on the first day, he has to eat dust with a jeep. All three of them don't look very good. They swear that the instructor pretends to make trouble.
Although I also think the instructor is a bit of a threat to us, I don't dare to have a temper when I think that only half of the people who come here to participate in training can go back alive. Almost as soon as the jeep was moving, I caught up with it with standard running movements and honestly followed the jeep to eat ash.
"This little boy is really obedient. He just came here and behaved like a dog."
Yang Xiong looked at my back and scolded. Reluctantly, he put aside his steps with the other two companions and caught up. This guy has been very hostile to me all the way since he clashed with me because of Zhang Qingqing's photo on the ship. He wants to clean me up all the time.
The jeep was not fast. Even when it was about to leave the town, it stopped in front of a pancake stall. The butcher instructor threw one of the soldiers a thousand Kyats and asked the soldier to get off and buy him a banana pancake.
The soldier quickly got out of the car and bought banana pancakes, probably to please the butcher instructor. The guy was so assertive that the pancake stall owner added two eggs to the butcher instructor's banana pancake, then trotted back with the banana pancake and handed the pancake respectfully to the butcher instructor in the back seat of jeep.
But something unexpected happened immediately. As soon as the butcher instructor bit a banana pancake, he flew into a rage. He got out of the car and kicked the soldier over. He grabbed the soldier's rifle, smashed the soldier with the butt of his gun, and smashed the soldier's head on the spot.
It turned out that the butcher only said he wanted a banana pancake, not eggs. His opponent was good at adding eggs. He didn't do things in full accordance with his requirements. He was extremely dissatisfied and almost killed the attendant soldier on the spot.
Yang Xiong and I were shocked to see that the butcher instructor was so cruel to his followers and soldiers. Everyone began to worry about his training career in the next two months, because the instructor was a living devil.
Compared with Yang Xiong's fears and worries, my mind is turning at a high speed. I have excellent wisdom. I secretly observe the instructor's every move and use his behavior to analyze his character, temper, ability and so on.
For example, he easily kicked over the soldier, and he was a soldier with a gun on his back, which shows that he was very good. The soldier dared not resist at all, which showed that the butcher had absolute power in this place, and the people here were afraid of him. In addition, the butcher beat his men seriously because of a small matter, which shows that he is a violent man and advocates force. His opponent is very strict. He requires his men to execute his orders 100% without any ambiguity. He is a person who likes to control very much.
After this little episode, the butcher instructor scolded and got on the jeep, and the car continued to move forward without delay. We glanced at the wounded soldier lying on the side of the road. Without daring to say anything, all of us hurried to catch up with the jeep and run behind the car.
After driving on the rugged mountain road for two hours, the car finally entered a valley. There were many outposts in front of the valley, and each outpost was guarded by soldiers with guns. I know you can't escape until the training is over.
After running for two hours, Yang Xiong and I were as tired as dogs. Fortunately, we had reached our destination and came to a training base established in the valley.
We have just entered this training ground, a building, surrounded by steel wire mesh, guarded by soldiers everywhere, as if it were a prison base.
The butcher instructor jumped out of the jeep, grabbed a soldier on guard and ordered: "inform all the garbage coming to purgatory training. I want them to gather in the training ground within ten minutes. If anyone dares to be late, they will be eliminated directly."
The radio in the base sounded like a gathering signal. Many people came out of an undecorated building, young, middle-aged, even white and black. It turns out that many people come to purgatory every year. Some gang organizations send their subordinates here to hammer them into elites, and some people come here by themselves, hoping to quickly train themselves into elites, so that they can quickly join some mercenary organizations with observable salaries to perform tasks.
This year, there were 200 participants in infernal hell. I even saw a familiar face in this group: a man wearing a black vest with a ferocious scar on his face. It was impressively half a month ago that he took a group of his men driving motorcycles to clean up my Yang Peng.
Yang Peng also saw me at this time. He was very surprised, but I was particularly jealous when I met his enemy. I stared at him with hatred. He sneered at me, thumbed up and cut his throat, meaning he was going to kill me here.
The assembly time was ten minutes. The naked butcher instructor spread out his feet, carried his hands and stood on the edge of the training field with an expressionless face, waiting for the end of the assembly time.
The people who come here for training come from all over the world. I don't know if someone wants to challenge the authority of the instructor, or is used to a lazy life, or is really going to the bathroom. In short, someone is late, and there are a lot of people. A total of 12 people are late.
After the end of the assembly time, these people appeared at the edge of the training field late. When they were stopped by the butcher instructor with a group of soldiers, an old middle-aged man also took out a pack of cigarettes, touched out a flattering one and handed it to the instructor. He smiled in Mandarin and said, "smoke, smoke, Yuxi in China, good smoke..."
The butcher instructor smiled grimly at the corners of his mouth, knocked off the cigarettes handed over by the guy, waved to a group of soldiers behind him, and said only two words: "take it away."
In the surprised eyes of a group of us, more than a dozen latecomers were driven out by the soldiers. Everyone around said that these 12 guys were unlucky. They were late for the first gathering here and must be trained. Some people even talked with interest about what punishment these people would eat. Some said they might run, some said they might wash the toilet, and others said they might be imprisoned.
I looked at the cruel smile on the corner of the butcher instructor's mouth in the distance, remembered his cruel and cruel means, and his character of absolute control of the overall situation, and vaguely felt that something was going to happen.
When the butcher instructor saw that more than 180 of us were buzzing and whispering, he said coldly, "I'll deal with the garbage. All of you are standing here waiting for me to come back. Pay attention to keeping quiet. If you dare to speak, I'll clean up who I come back."
With that, he strode to catch up with the dozens of latecomers who had been driven out of the training ground, and soon disappeared at the end of our vision.
With the departure of the butcher instructor, everyone began to talk. Even a yellow hair came up to me and said, "Hello, are you also Chinese? My name is Huang Hai. Let's meet."
Huang Hai said and stretched out a hand to me. I thought many friends had a way out and were ready to shake hands with him. However, the corner of my eye suddenly caught a glimpse of those soldiers standing guard in the distance, all looking at us with a sneer, and even someone with a pen and paper around it. I was suddenly surprised and remembered what the butcher instructor said to keep us quiet. I quickly stood upright without squinting and ignored the yellow hair called Yellow Sea.
Huang Hai asked for no fun, so he scolded me for pretending to force the dog, and then chatted with Yang Xiong around me.
"Bang Bang..."
A series of firecracker like gunshots rang, and suddenly the training ground was silent. Everyone looked at each other and looked at the direction where the 12 latecomers left. The gunshots came from there. Have they been
It turned out that the instructor with bare upper body, military green trousers and a pair of big head military boots on his feet was the instructor of endless purgatory. He claimed that his nickname was "butcher" and was responsible for this year's purgatory training. After he finished, he took two soldiers into the old jeep and asked the four of us to run behind the car.Yang Xiong is a new generation of leaders in all the halls of the Chen family. He is also a little famous figure in Lihai city. Now when he comes to Myanmar on the first day, he has to eat dust with a jeep. All three of them don't look very good. They swear that the instructor pretends to make trouble.Although I also think the instructor is a bit of a threat to us, I don't dare to have a temper when I think that only half of the people who come here to participate in training can go back alive. Almost as soon as the jeep was moving, I caught up with it with standard running movements and honestly followed the jeep to eat ash."This little boy is really obedient. He just came here and behaved like a dog."Yang Xiong looked at my back and scolded. Reluctantly, he put aside his steps with the other two companions and caught up. This guy has been very hostile to me all the way since he clashed with me because of Zhang Qingqing's photo on the ship. He wants to clean me up all the time.The jeep was not fast. Even when it was about to leave the town, it stopped in front of a pancake stall. The butcher instructor threw one of the soldiers a thousand Kyats and asked the soldier to get off and buy him a banana pancake.The soldier quickly got out of the car and bought banana pancakes, probably to please the butcher instructor. The guy was so assertive that the pancake stall owner added two eggs to the butcher instructor's banana pancake, then trotted back with the banana pancake and handed the pancake respectfully to the butcher instructor in the back seat of jeep.But something unexpected happened immediately. As soon as the butcher instructor bit a banana pancake, he flew into a rage. He got out of the car and kicked the soldier over. He grabbed the soldier's rifle, smashed the soldier with the butt of his gun, and smashed the soldier's head on the spot.It turned out that the butcher only said he wanted a banana pancake, not eggs. His opponent was good at adding eggs. He didn't do things in full accordance with his requirements. He was extremely dissatisfied and almost killed the attendant soldier on the spot.Yang Xiong and I were shocked to see that the butcher instructor was so cruel to his followers and soldiers. Everyone began to worry about his training career in the next two months, because the instructor was a living devil.Compared with Yang Xiong's fears and worries, my mind is turning at a high speed. I have excellent wisdom. I secretly observe the instructor's every move and use his behavior to analyze his character, temper, ability and so on.For example, he easily kicked over the soldier, and he was a soldier with a gun on his back, which shows that he was very good. The soldier dared not resist at all, which showed that the butcher had absolute power in this place, and the people here were afraid of him. In addition, the butcher beat his men seriously because of a small matter, which shows that he is a violent man and advocates force. His opponent is very strict. He requires his men to execute his orders 100% without any ambiguity. He is a person who likes to control very much.After this little episode, the butcher instructor scolded and got on the jeep, and the car continued to move forward without delay. We glanced at the wounded soldier lying on the side of the road. Without daring to say anything, all of us hurried to catch up with the jeep and run behind the car.After driving on the rugged mountain road for two hours, the car finally entered a valley. There were many outposts in front of the valley, and each outpost was guarded by soldiers with guns. I know you can't escape until the training is over.After running for two hours, Yang Xiong and I were as tired as dogs. Fortunately, we had reached our destination and came to a training base established in the valley.We have just entered this training ground, a building, surrounded by steel wire mesh, guarded by soldiers everywhere, as if it were a prison base.The butcher instructor jumped out of the jeep, grabbed a soldier on guard and ordered: "inform all the garbage coming to purgatory training. I want them to gather in the training ground within ten minutes. If anyone dares to be late, they will be eliminated directly."The radio in the base sounded like a gathering signal. Many people came out of an undecorated building, young, middle-aged, even white and black. It turns out that many people come to purgatory every year. Some gang organizations send their subordinates here to hammer them into elites, and some people come here by themselves, hoping to quickly train themselves into elites, so that they can quickly join some mercenary organizations with observable salaries to perform tasks.This year, there were 200 participants in infernal hell. I even saw a familiar face in this group: a man wearing a black vest with a ferocious scar on his face. It was impressively half a month ago that he took a group of his men driving motorcycles to clean up my Yang Peng.Yang Peng also saw me at this time. He was very surprised, but I was particularly jealous when I met his enemy. I stared at him with hatred. He sneered at me, thumbed up and cut his throat, meaning he was going to kill me here.The assembly time was ten minutes. The naked butcher instructor spread out his feet, carried his hands and stood on the edge of the training field with an expressionless face, waiting for the end of the assembly time.The people who come here for training come from all over the world. I don't know if someone wants to challenge the authority of the instructor, or is used to a lazy life, or is really going to the bathroom. In short, someone is late, and there are a lot of people. A total of 12 people are late.After the end of the assembly time, these people appeared at the edge of the training field late. When they were stopped by the butcher instructor with a group of soldiers, an old middle-aged man also took out a pack of cigarettes, touched out a flattering one and handed it to the instructor. He smiled in Mandarin and said, "smoke, smoke, Yuxi in China, good smoke..."The butcher instructor smiled grimly at the corners of his mouth, knocked off the cigarettes handed over by the guy, waved to a group of soldiers behind him, and said only two words: "take it away."In the surprised eyes of a group of us, more than a dozen latecomers were driven out by the soldiers. Everyone around said that these 12 guys were unlucky. They were late for the first gathering here and must be trained. Some people even talked with interest about what punishment these people would eat. Some said they might run, some said they might wash the toilet, and others said they might be imprisoned.I looked at the cruel smile on the corner of the butcher instructor's mouth in the distance, remembered his cruel and cruel means, and his character of absolute control of the overall situation, and vaguely felt that something was going to happen.When the butcher instructor saw that more than 180 of us were buzzing and whispering, he said coldly, "I'll deal with the garbage. All of you are standing here waiting for me to come back. Pay attention to keeping quiet. If you dare to speak, I'll clean up who I come back."With that, he strode to catch up with the dozens of latecomers who had been driven out of the training ground, and soon disappeared at the end of our vision.With the departure of the butcher instructor, everyone began to talk. Even a yellow hair came up to me and said, "Hello, are you also Chinese? My name is Huang Hai. Let's meet."Huang Hai said and stretched out a hand to me. I thought many friends had a way out and were ready to shake hands with him. However, the corner of my eye suddenly caught a glimpse of those soldiers standing guard in the distance, all looking at us with a sneer, and even someone with a pen and paper around it. I was suddenly surprised and remembered what the butcher instructor said to keep us quiet. I quickly stood upright without squinting and ignored the yellow hair called Yellow Sea.Huang Hai asked for no fun, so he scolded me for pretending to force the dog, and then chatted with Yang Xiong around me."Bang Bang..."A series of firecracker like gunshots rang, and suddenly the training ground was silent. Everyone looked at each other and looked at the direction where the 12 latecomers left. The gunshots came from there. Have they been
