My chip disguised as a cell

Chapter 112 Arriving at the training class

Early the next morning, Lin Zhendong was washed and tidy again, wearing the same suit as an insurance officer, but when he pinned his work ID to his chest and holstered his gun around his waist.

Immediately transformed from an insurance officer to an agent fan.

He straightened his bow tie in front of the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, and walked out the door.

Not to mention, without a work permit, in the guest house opened by the Special Security Department, everyone he met stood at attention and saluted him and added: "Hello, sir!"

No way, I'm afraid Lin Zhendong is the second-level official, and he came to live in the guest house of the Special Security Department.

I don't know if the people who come to live here are all low-level special guarantees to save a living fee?
Lin Zhendong regretted hanging up his work permit so early, but at the moment he could only maintain a polite smile, return the greeting, and leave quickly.

Leaving the hostel, I breathed a sigh of relief. I had already contacted the class teacher last night, and sent the report time and location. Now I will navigate according to this location.

Of course, Lin Zhendong set off more than an hour earlier. After all, he was unfamiliar with the place, so what if he got lost halfway and was late? .

I didn't drive or bring any luggage, so I just followed the navigation, because the place where I was going to report was too close to the guest house.

Places with guest houses are usually in old towns, where there may be bustling streets in front and alleys full of time in the back.

Now Lin Zhendong is walking around in this alley.

The accuracy of the navigation was extremely high. After a while, he came to the gate of a building with lush trees and a strong sense of age.

The rusty classical iron gate towers over half of the alley, the wall is full of creepers, and the barbed wire on the wall is like the old prison.

There is only a street number on the wall of the gate, and there are no other signs.

Looking in through the iron gate, an old man was smoking a cigarette while listening to a drama in the same guard room that had been devastated for decades.

Lin Zhendong wondered if he had gone to the wrong place, and subconsciously scanned the old man.

[The target is not hostile (for self-entertainment), and the strength is A-level. 】

Lin Zhendong almost stared out his eyes, this old concierge is actually A-level? !

This capital city is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon!

Now Lin Zhendong did not suspect that he had come to the wrong place. He tidied up his bow tie, collar, hem, and sleeves, then showed a smile, patted the fence door lightly, and shouted respectfully: "Master, this is the Special Security Force." Where do you report to the senior training class? My head teacher is Teacher Chen Zhirong."

The powerful old man glanced at Lin Zhendong, raised his hand and pressed something, and then the iron gate clanged and opened a passage.

"Thank you, sir. Shall I register?" Lin Zhendong came to the concierge, courteously conjured up a pack of cigarettes, popped one out and handed it over.

"No need to register, but you have to let me have your gun." The old man took the cigarette, pointed at Lin Zhendong's waist and said.

"Okay." Lin Zhendong took off the gun without hesitation, and handed it along with the holster and magazines.

The old man took it and threw it directly into his drawer. His calm demeanor was really admirable.

Only a person of this strength has the confidence to ensure that the weapons that are put away casually will not be lost.

So Lin Zhendong has no objection to this behavior of throwing weapons in the drawer casually.

The old man picked up a cigarette, and Lin Zhendong immediately helped to light the fire.

However, his kind of ignition was directly ignited with black flames from his fingers.

He was careful, and pretended to be inadvertent to show this A-level boss that he was an extraordinary foundation.

But the old man acted as if he hadn’t seen it. He took a deep breath, expelled smoke from his nostrils, and nodded with a smile: "Thank you, boy, but you are early, and the registration will start at 9 o'clock. You can go to the lobby on the first floor and wait, Xiao Chen." That kid will be here at 08:30."

"Okay, thank you sir." Lin Zhendong nodded and left.

Looking at his back, the old man spit out a few smoke rings, and murmured in displeasure: "Damn, I don't know it was that old bastard who leaked my identity, otherwise, who would have these captain-level stars of tomorrow? Is the old man at the porter so respectful?"

"Lin Zhendong? Strange, it seems that there is no one surnamed Lin among those old men?" The old man blinked his lips in doubt, took out a latest mobile phone, quickly clicked on the background, entered the number of Lin Zhendong's work permit, and directly entered The background database is queried.

The information popped up quickly, and the old man flipped through it page by page.

Soon the old man with a calm face couldn't help being surprised: "Damn it! He has made so many achievements? It's incredible, isn't it?"

Listening to his tone, it is not surprising that he became a second-level official at the age of 18.

"Tsk tsk, it's a good seedling, and its roots are red, so don't be spoiled by those old bastards." The old man rubbed his chin and thought about something.

Lin Zhendong left the concierge and began to look at the place.

The place feels super small, as if there is no depth of 50 meters, but the width is about [-] meters.

A road about five to sixty meters long and ten meters wide runs from the gate to the bottom, dividing the entire courtyard into two.

On both sides of the gate are small gardens with lush branches and leaves.

There is a small pavilion and a walking corridor on the left, scattered stone benches on the right, and a small pond less than ten square meters in size and half a meter deep in the middle.

The pond is dotted with some lotus leaves, water hyacinths, and occasionally small fish swim by.

Both sides of the avenue are full of very old, tall and lush trees, which are so lush that they almost cover the sky.

The birds are chirping, it is simply an extremely suitable place to live, with the fragrance of birds and flowers.

Doesn't feel like a training place at all.

Then several buildings are hidden under these big trees.

First of all, there is a five-story building standing on the left side by the garden.

Looking at the height of the building, the lobby on the first floor mentioned by the concierge should refer to the first floor of this building.

Looking at the shape and floor structure, this building should be a place for offices and conferences and classes.

Next to this building is a three-story building with a flat rectangular shape.

Looking at the short-distance windows on the outside of the building wall, one after another, one can tell that it is a dormitory by looking at the layout.

Then on the right side of the avenue, on the edge of the garden, there is a small library with only two floors.

On the side is a one-story, large cafeteria.

Through the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the tables and chairs inside.

And then, gone, the avenue ended with a wall, a high wall that encloses these buildings and gardens.

Lin Zhendong stood in the middle of the avenue, looking left and right, his face full of doubts.

A small place means a small place, but why doesn’t it even have a basketball court?Doesn't this captain-level training require physical exercise?
Could it be that the training time of three full months is simply burying your head in studying textbooks and listening to lectures?
Presumably this should not be the case. After all, the paramilitary requirements of the Special Security Department are higher than those of the police, and it is not purely civilian training. Physical training should be elsewhere. After all, this place is too small, just for living and learning culture.

Lin Zhendong persuaded himself in this way, and came to the lobby on the first floor of the main building, found a place to sit down, and waited quietly for the arrival of the class teacher and students.

(End of this chapter)