Mommy is 17 years old: a genius son with a black belly

"This set of training programs can provide the personal combat level of fighters and assaulters. For snipers, I copied Xiaoyao's thesis. Our perspectives are different, but the results will not be bad. You can make do with it first."

Lu Zhen seemed to think of something, paused, and asked, "By the way, how many people you train to die are considered qualified, and how many are accidents?"

"Above 3% is an accident."

"Oh..." Lu Zhen snorted, turned around and deleted all the suggestions he had written, pushed the computer, and smiled, "Sorry, Xiaosheng changed his mind, there is nothing he can do."

"The death rate is high?" Nolan is such a keen person, and he instantly noticed the reason.

Lu Zhen nodded, and Nolan was extremely puzzled, "It's not easy for you to select seedlings, and it's not easy to cultivate them. If the death rate is too high, it's not worth it for you. It takes many years to find a martial arts genius. The death rate is somewhat accidental." ?”

"We didn't have any accidents." Lu Zhen said lightly, "Our training allows [-]% mortality."

Nolan's face changed, "So cruel?"

"In the training plan I gave you, the mortality rate is around 8%. I didn't expect that the mortality rate in your system is so low. Our first program allows 15% mortality rate, and the second program allows [-]% .”

Nolan was a little angry, and the veins on the back of his hand were throbbing, "You don't take human life seriously at all. How can a training allow a [-]% mortality rate?"

His little Zhen used to live under the training intensity that allowed 3% death rate. It is conceivable how many inhuman tortures he has experienced. Military training, with a [-]% death rate, the instructor will take the blame and resign. Or martial law.

Those strengths are no longer bearable by ordinary people.

If one hundred percent is allowed, it means that the intensity is terrible.

When Lu Zhen was young, if he was careless, now he can't feel the warmth of his lover.

Lu Zhen leaned on the pillow, lowered her eyebrows slightly, her face was frosty white under the light next to her, and she didn't know what to think of, and she was a little depressed.

He shook Lu Zhen's hand, "Xiao Zhen?"

"Nolan, we are different from you." Lu Zhen looked down at their intertwined hands without raising his head, his voice sounded far away.

With such a simple sentence, the bitterness and difficulty of his youth were exhausted.

We are not like you.

You are from a military family, and you stand at the top of the pyramid.

Even if it is training, they will not strictly monitor you and will not let you have any accidents.

We are just ants struggling to survive. If I don't crawl forward desperately, I will be abandoned and shot.

"Back then, I was taken to the secret agent island by the old man. On the way, there was a boy of the same age as me, named Charlie De"

"He is a white mixed-race boy with much better qualifications than me. He is very smart. Compared with him, he is proficient in computers, knows how to fight, and knows how to live in the jungle. He has always been in the underground boxing ring in Thailand."

"Such a young child, looking at him at that time, I really felt that I was nothing, and I didn't even know what the old man liked in me."

"We started training in the first period. He is far ahead in every aspect. He is very arrogant and doesn't get along well with us."

"Three years later, we all entered the first team. We divided the teams according to the overall ranking. The first team is the best team. I came in with the rear of the car hanging."