ultimate special forces king

Chapter 423 What about the last shot? ! (five more)
After a while, they saw a team of logistics support comrades coming over and confiscating the equipment and weapons of the special forces members. When they set off at night tonight, they will be equipped with weapons and equipment again.

Afterwards, the officer led them to a temporary canteen to eat.

The whole team lined up in an orderly manner to go to the cafeteria. The Southwest Military Region lined up in one team, and the Northwest Military Region lined up in one team. Both teams entered the cafeteria at the same time.

The special forces members of both sides looked at each other unhappy, staring at each other.

The team is arranged randomly, there is no front or back position, and the six members of the Dragon Soul Special Operations Squad are in the middle of the line. At this time, a special warfare team from the Southwest Military Region on the opposite side looked at them with disdain: "Dragon Soul? Huh, what kind of Everyone likes to use dragons, do you know that we have a special dragon slaying team here, no matter what kind of dragon it is, it can still be slaughtered without error..."

The code name on the epaulets of the Dragon Soul Special Forces team members was obvious, and it was also very domineering and eye-catching, which made a special team member on the other side very upset.

However, the Northwest Special Forces members who lined up before and after them looked at the Special Forces member who spoke as if they were idiots.

Didn't this guy look at the record list just now? Didn't he know that the dragon soul on the opposite side is the most stalwart special warfare team in the first stage this time, the No. 90 of more than 1 special warfare teams? [-].

"You actually look down on others so much, what kind of Dragon Slaying Special Forces team is there?"

"Our dragon slaying special warfare team is only ranked No.4, and can't even make it to the top three. Want to kill others No.1?"

This guy was already in such a trance that he couldn't even look at the team members around him, so he couldn't help pushing him, and then pouted in a certain direction.

The person who sneered at the Dragon Soul Special Forces Team followed his teammates and looked over. There was an electronic display screen, which kept showing the scoreboard of this battle.

"Dragon Soul Special Forces Team?"

"No. 1?"

That guy just closed his mouth, his face was burning hot, and countless sneering eyes looked at him from all around.

"This idiot actually provokes No.1, looking for the rhythm of death!"

Ye Feilin looked at that guy and said with a sneer, "I hope that when the special warfare teams in the whole military region compete against each other, I can still see your fang special warfare team!"

The temporary canteen is just a place to serve meals and dishes, and there are not enough dining tables. Many people in front of them directly took their lunch boxes and went out to eat standing or squatting outside. Of course, if you are self-willed, you can also You can eat on your stomach, kneeling, or lying down.

The six Dragon Souls prepared their meals one by one, and when they were about to go out to find a seat to sit down to eat, an officer stopped them, pointed to a table in the shade of the cafeteria, and said, "Your seats are there."

"Fuck!"

"never expected!"

The six members of Dragon Soul were astonished, it was like a VIP area, with stools, tables, and a prepared soup!

This treatment directly killed the boxed lunches in the hands of many special operators around. Their eyes revealed admiration, envy, and admiration!

The preferential treatment of the No.1 special warfare team, exclusive dining area.

Of course, the top three are all there.

Because Lin Zhen saw an acquaintance, Han Feng.

Han Feng gave Lin Zhen a thumbs up, and praised: "I said that I would definitely see you. Unexpectedly, you really did not disappoint me. No.1, you have won glory for the Southwest Military Region."

Lin Zhen grinned and said, "You guys are not bad, you actually won No.3, just one military exercise point short, did you jerk off with your last shot?"

"Flying?"

Seeing that he was an acquaintance of Lin Zhen's, Ye Feilin was in the No.3 Sword Special Forces team, and immediately joked: "Take it easy, masturbation is too much, people tend to be pale and emaciated, and they are prone to neuropathy—abbreviation, kidney disease! "

Han Feng glanced at the corner of his mouth slightly, he didn't swallow the food in his mouth, and he didn't spit it out. Lin Zhen was very pleased with that strange expression. He lifted up a bowl of soup on the table and said, "Bring wine with soup, Toast to you one night, I wish you a great success in the second stage, and once again rank behind our Dragon Soul special warfare team."

A member of the special operations team on the other side understood that there seemed to be some friendship between the two captains, and quickly teased and scolded: "Fuck! This time we will have the sword on top. The sword likes the attack method, not the defense method!"

Wang Hao said: "Wouldn't that be better, now it's as you wished, you are in the back, eat more, push hard, the chrysanthemums of the Dragon Soul Special War Team are very strong."

When a man talks dirty, sometimes it is more effective than the wine on the wine table. Let go of your mind. The two Southwest special operations teams met for the first time in the temporary cafeteria of the Northwest Military Region's temporary command center. After a few words, suddenly A feeling arose.

This may be the legendary friendship of brothers who have carried guns together, played cannons together, and slept in the upper bunk.

The two tables were separated by the dining table of the No. 2 Blood Soul Special Warfare Squad in the middle, ignoring the noble status of No. 2 at all.

There are seven people in Blood Soul, six in Sword, and six in Dragon Soul.

Blood Soul and several special forces members raised their heads and glanced at the people on both sides from time to time. They wanted to protest several times, but they were obviously bombed by the people on both sides. What the hell is carrying a gun and wearing a pair of crotch, this is simply a scumbag and a hooligan in the mixed society.

"We are eating here, can you be more gentle?"

A special forces member couldn't help but scolded.

"Ahem, I almost forgot that there is No. 2. Dragon Soul should be low-key, low-key, and be careful not only to be raped but also to be fucked."

Those officers didn't come over to intervene. To them, these were all kid's farces and couldn't be put on the stage.

Lin Zhen still had to take care of his image, so as not to smear the image of the Southwest Military Region, coughed lightly, and quickly waved his hands to stop their increasingly presumptuous words.

Han Feng on the other side felt the same way, and hurriedly shouted: "Eat, eat, hurry up and get a good sleep, you're so fucking tired!"

Ten minutes later, they packed a meal and went straight to a temporary dormitory.

The dormitories are all independent, and there are several rows of large-scale modular engineering houses. They go in directly and fall asleep right away, no matter how uncomfortable their stomachs are when they have just eaten.

It's so sleepy!

The same is true for other special warfare teams, and even those eliminated special warfare teams will also be rested, and then arranged to be sent back to their respective military bases one after another.

This feeling, almost everyone felt very deep, very heavy.

In the entire temporary dormitory, the sound of snoring was earth-shattering, forming a resonance that spread far, far away.

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