The City's Invincible Soldier King

"Halt."

The javelin-like guards let out a dignified shout.

"I will have to trouble you to inform Zhang Qingye or Zhou Qingyu that the vice president of Dingye Technology, Long Lin, has something to talk to the two of them about."

"During the training, the two chief instructors never see anyone."

"Then tell Doug Jones that Long Lin is looking for him."

"No." The guard rejected Long Lin without hesitation.

Hearing the loud sound coming from the courtyard, Long Lin shouted loudly, "Doug Jones, do you remember Long Lin who beat you up into a pig head?"

Long Lin's arrogance had angered the guards.

But before the guard could say anything, Doug Jones's roar came from far away, "It."

It would be easy if they did.

After a moment, a black man with a body as sturdy as a cow's appeared in front of Long Lin's eyes with a platoon of people.

"Bastard, you're dead meat." Doug Jones roared as he waved his black iron-like fist.

Long Lin looked at Doug Jones and sneered, "What, you want to bully the young with numbers? Is the Tough Bull only so capable? "

Barbarian Cow, the code name Doug Jones had used in the marines until now, was in line with Doug Jones's physique and ruthlessness.

"Bastard."

"Stop talking nonsense, I am here to find Zhang Qingye and Zhang Qingyu to have a talk, it's just that this brat did not let me in, so I called out your Barbaric Cow."

"You …"

Long Lin stared at Doug Jones and disdainfully said, "What? Do you still want to compete with me?"

Doug Jones's dark face turned even darker.

From the beginning to the end, he had only been the one to be brutally beaten. He had no ability to fight back at all.

In a single battle, he was definitely not Long Lin's match.

Soldiers could be defeated, but they could not be afraid to fight.

Especially under the watchful eyes of everyone, Doug Jones, one of the three Chief Instructors of the Northeast Tiger, could not show any signs of weakness.

"If you want to fight, then fight." Doug Jones twisted his neck, issued a sound of rubbing bones, and said in a deep voice, "I am a soldier, and you are a soldier too. This time, we will compete against the Seven Ascending military."

"Why do we need seven things to defeat you?" Long Lin said disdainfully, "If you have seven wins, I will allow you to choose the four that you are most proficient in."

All the soldiers had a strong sense of pride in their group. Long Lin's arrogance not only caused Doug Jones's expression to become extremely ugly, it also made the members of the Northeast Tiger Group behind him to become extremely angry.

To insult Doug was to insult everyone.

"Report." A hot-blooded young white man raised his right hand and shouted.

"Speak."

"I request to fight."

"You are not his opponent. Step down."

Doug Jones' words made the Caucasian man's face turn red. He used his provocative words to look at Long Lin.

Towards this kind of new recruit, Long Lin was indeed unable to have any fighting spirit.

What's the point of adults bullying children?

"Barbarian Cow, choose one. I still have urgent matters to attend to with Zhang Qingye and Zhang Qingyu."

"You are the first Chinese to have the courage to challenge the Northeast Tiger." A sonorous voice came from afar. "What is it? Speak. Let me witness your power."

Two men who looked practically the same walked over in large strides, causing Long Lin to squint his eyes slightly.

The appearance of these two made the soldiers behind Doug Jones look extremely excited, as if they had seen their pillar.

"I know about your conflict with Doug." The man on the right stared intently at Long Lin, and said seriously, "Speaking from the logic, it is indeed Doug's fault, but Doug is my brother."

The man's honesty had given Long Lin a good impression of him.

"May I ask if you two are brother Zhang Qingye and Zhang Qingyu?"

"Zhang Qingye." The man on the right was the first to speak. "I'm the older brother."

The other man spoke with a golden tone, "Zhang Qingyu."

"Long Lin, vice president of tripod industry's technology."

"Chen Gefeng came to look for us brothers. I know about what happened." Zhang Qingye said honestly, "But I don't like that brat, so I didn't promise him."

To deal with real soldiers was to be straightforward.

Long Lin also bluntly said, "I want you to support Xi Wanting."

"Sure." Zhang Qingye said without hesitation, "But we'll have to settle the grudge between you and my brother first."

"What's wrong?"

If you lose, I won't support you, and I don't support Chen Gefeng either. But you have to apologize to Doug.

"What kind of bet?"

Zhang Qingye took out a revolver from his holster. He opened the drum, put in a bullet, closed the revolver and started to revolve the drum.

Russian roulette, which originated in Russia, flourished more than in the Second World War.

At the moment, there were people who used this method to determine life and death in the mercenary world.

"Shoot him in the temple." Zhang Qingye stared intently at Long Lin, and said seriously, "There's a one in six chance of death. If I die, I will be considered unlucky and will live, but if you want me to support Xi Wanting, you cannot hesitate to shoot me, and you cannot blink your eyes."

"Alright."

This kind of play was certainly dangerous.

However, compared to the various life and death situations that Long Lin had experienced, this kind of play style was much safer.

Zhang Qingye threw the revolver to Long Lin.

After receiving the gun, Long Lin placed the revolver by his ear and slowly started to play the drum.

There was a subtle difference between empty spaces and bullets.

However, most people played this kind of life-and-death game because they were helpless.

In that case, a person's mind would be in a state of extreme tension, making it impossible to distinguish between bullets and empty spaces.

After comparing each of them to the other six, Long Lin had already determined the location of the bullets. After gently spinning the magazine, Long Lin aimed the left wheel at his temple and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Thud."

The sound of the collision between the needles and the magazine resounded clearly, causing everyone to shudder uncontrollably.

Empty!

Everyone couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

From aiming the revolver at his temple to pulling the trigger, Long Lin did not have half a second of hesitation.

Those who had experienced actual combat all knew that death was not the most terrifying thing.

The most terrifying thing was facing death.

In the entire process, not even half a second had passed, but Long Lin had already won all the respect.

There was no reason for someone who dared to face death calmly without giving him sufficient respect.

"A guest from afar. Come, let's have a taste of the knife I brought with me from my hometown." Zhang Qingye waved his hand and said straightforwardly.

"Alright."

Under the envious gaze of the head soldiers, Long Lin and Doug Jones walked over together. Following closely behind the two brothers, they walked towards Zhang Qingye's office in large strides.

The burning knife was not an expensive wine, but to the brothers of the Northeast Tiger, being able to drink Zhang Qingye's burning knife was the greatest honor.

Play the fastest knife, be the strongest hero;

Drink the strongest wine and sleep the most beautiful woman.

This was the slogan of the members of the Northeast Tiger Tribe.

The Burning Knife was also known as the King of Fiery Wine. Only people who had rendered outstanding military merits for the Northeast Tiger would be qualified to drink the Burning Knife that Zhang Qingye brought from his hometown.