ultimate special forces king

Chapter 720 Nine Special Squadrons!

Lu Fengyun glanced around. Although there were constant discussions in the hall, there was no loud roar, and everyone's voice was very low.

Therefore, he shook his head and said, "It's not very convenient now. When the environment is suitable, I will tell you all these things, as long as you promise to help."

Lin Zhen shrugged and said, "It looks like I can refuse."

"The less people know about this, the better. It's not that we don't want to tell you now." Zhang Jin said anxiously.

Lin Zhen thought for a while and said, "Really? Then it depends on the performance of the two of you. I'm sleepy. Let's squint for a while!"

After speaking, he really leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to take a nap. This guy didn't pretend at all, leaving the two of them speechless, but there were gradually many candidates for the king of soldiers with malicious intentions approaching.

Obviously, what Lin Zhen meant was for the two of them to resist all the people who came to harass him.

The two had no choice but to stand up and coldly shoot those who approached.

Those soldiers king candidates originally wanted to trouble Lin Zhen, but when they saw the two figures like two big lion door gods with teeth and claws at the gate of the bank, they all flinched.

One was shocked by the opponent's military rank, and the other was shocked by the coldness exuded by the opponent. Without strong strength, it is impossible to be promoted to the rank of major and captain at a young age.

What's more, these two guys have always felt very dangerous. This is a kind of murderous aura tempered on the battlefield, a murderous aura that has really killed people.

They are definitely old-fashioned special forces. Therefore, many who wanted to provoke trouble had to weigh two or three, and finally retreated.

With two powerful bodyguards around, Lin Zhen really felt comfortable and at ease taking a nap.

After more than an hour, Lin Zhen slowly opened his eyes. He silently practiced the flow of inner energy a few times with the method of entraining qi, and finally slowly formed a vortex aura the size of a grain of rice in a certain part of his abdomen.

He can vaguely feel it, but he can't see or touch it. This is a very mysterious feeling. According to the words of Lu Bingli and other martial arts practitioners, this should be the location where the inner energy is stored.

"It's not bad. With the two of you here, my troubles will be reduced a lot during this trip."

Lin Zhen said to the two of them.

Lu Fengyun smiled and said, "As long as you're satisfied, that's fine. I hope you don't break your promise."

Lin Zhen shrugged and said, "You have to trust my character."

Zhang Jin frowned, pouted several times, but in the end he still didn't say it out. He has always been very sensitive to the word character, especially those who take the initiative to say these two words, they are generally the least moral of.

He was a little worried now, Lin Zhen was just using the two of them to reduce the trouble on this trip.

But Lu Fengyun didn't have this idea. From his point of view, Lin Zhen's indifference to some trivial matters did not mean that he would be afraid of them. If he wanted to avoid all kinds of troublesome things, it would not be difficult with his ability.

Most of the numerous soldiers king candidates in the hall sat quietly with their eyes closed, or some chatted with the people around them, or looked around to observe the people around them.

In short, such a situation clearly shows that they are bored and boring at the moment.

When many people felt a little impatient, there were footsteps outside the door, and the noise in the hall gradually disappeared.

Lin Zhen also opened his eyes and looked towards the door, only to see several officers walking in, all of them were lieutenant officers, and one of them was a second lieutenant holding a big box in his hand, which made him feel a little familiar: Could it be another lottery?

Among the lieutenant officers, a captain suddenly shouted: "All rise up!"

On such an occasion, although his rank is not the highest, he is the representative of the organizer after all. All the soldiers king candidates in the hall obeyed the command and stood up quickly one by one.

"Quickly line up, and then everyone comes up to draw a card, and quickly arranges the team with a serial number from 1 to 9."

While speaking, the captain officer pointed out the station numbers 1 to 9 in an open space.

Many people were slightly surprised, but there were still many soldiers king candidates who lined up quickly in principle, and then linked up one by one, forming several long queues.

The front ones went to the box in the second lieutenant's hand to take out the cards one by one. Each soldier king candidate got the card and went directly to the designated serial number position.

The lottery was drawn very quickly, and everyone just stepped forward to draw a card.

The content of the card is very simple, that is, the numbers from 1 to 9. If the number on the card is 1, it will go directly to the 1 serial number position. If the number on the card is 2, it will go directly to the 2 serial number position.

Ten minutes later, Lin Zhen drew a card with the number 6. He came to the number 6 position and stood at the back of the team.

At this time, he was surprised to find that Lu Fengyun and Zhang Jin were also in the number 6 position.

"Such a coincidence? Obviously, this one is not easy to fake!"

Lin Zhen was puzzled, and felt that this matter was too weird.

Before the lottery, Lu Fengyun and Zhang Jin were still worried that the three of them would be divided into different groups. However, after the lottery ended, somehow, as if destined by heaven, the three friends still got the same group. In the group, the team with number 6.

Originally, there were 80 candidates for the king of soldiers, including Lin Zhen, a total of 81 people were divided into nine groups of nine people in each group.

This looks like a temporary combat readiness team formed by candidates for the king of soldiers, with a staffing of nine.

Regarding this kind of grouping, many people gradually understood what was going on. It was likely to be a competition in the form of a small team, and then the one with the most contribution in the team would become the title of soldier king in the entire military region.

This one looks different from other types of competitions, not a real first place in a head-to-head battle.

But in a sense, this is also the elite special forces trained by the military to protect the country. After all, if two tigers fight, one will be injured, not to mention that there are so many tiger-level special forces now.

And using this form of competition, I believe no one will doubt it. The team wins, and then the member of the winning team with the most contribution will become the soldier king of the entire military region.

In a place where the strong are piled up, even if there is a gap in strength between each other, the difference in strength will not be too great. Therefore, it is unreasonable to simply choose one by one in a barbaric way. After all, there is a lot of luck in the selection of candidates for the battle. , the most frightening thing is that this kind of challenge is likely to abolish many excellent special forces from each other.

The captain officer saw nine teams lined up neatly, nine special squadrons temporarily formed by the elite selected by the outstanding special forces of the entire military region.

(End of this chapter)