The Super Special Forces King

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update to the latest chapters of Super Special Forces King!After drinking, Solomon said, "Why don't we go and see the super soldier?"

"Okay, then go and see! Haha!" Emerson laughed.

Solomon was ahead, Emerson followed closely, and Miss Baihui followed in small steps.

Every time Miss Baihui's posture is very low, she also protects herself well in this way. This is her behavior style.

After a while, under the leadership of the staff, a group of people came to an empty space, where dozens of people gathered here, they were training fighting and killing techniques.

All of these people are strong, wearing black undershirts on their upper bodies, except for one person, they are all uniform.

This man is their kill coach, Gros, who is nearly two meters tall and his body is full of muscles. Even though he is a big guy, he is very agile.

"This is Mr. Grus, he was the champion of the world death fighting competition the year before, and the person who was defeated by him is still lying in the hospital bed!" The staff introduced Miss Baihui and Solomon.

This person only arrived here yesterday and was sent by Emerson.

Solomon wanted such a person in the first place, and now that he has it, he is relieved.

Now he walked over to Emerson and cried respectfully: "Boss!"

"Well, how? How are they training?" Emerson asked.

Grus said: "It's great, they are born fighters, and they are forbidden. I believe I can train them to become the strongest fighters in the world!"

"No, Grus, I don't want them to be fighters!" Emerson shook his head and said.

Gros didn't understand: "Please show me your boss!"

"I want them to become killing machines. You have to teach them top-level killing skills, understand?" Emerson said coldly, a sharp look flashed in his eyes.

Groston took a moment and felt a little nervous. If the boss could say this, is he going to do something big?

But no matter what it was, it didn't have much to do with him. He knew his own business and didn't ask much.

"Yes, boss, I will train them to be the strongest killers!" Grus said.

"Very good, just say what you need!"

"Boss, I need an outdoor training field, jungle!" Grus said.

"This one!?"

This embarrassed Emerson. Although it was in the forest, there were not a few villages within a hundred kilometers.

But there are a few villages, and they are not quiet. It is still Roman City a hundred miles away. It is almost impossible to conceal such a large training ground here.

But Solomon said: "This is no problem!"

Gros looked at Emerson, who didn't understand, but said: "I'll tell you more specifically, go and do you!"

"Yes!" Grus left.

Emerson asked Solomon: "Solomon, what can you do?"

"It's simple, these super fighters can be transported to other places, such as Africa, such as the depths of a certain desert!" Solomon said.

Hearing what he said, a smile appeared on Emerson's face. It seemed that he was useful in addition to data.

According to him, when a batch of super fighters are completed, they will be sent to other places for training instead of accumulating too many people here.

If it is found here, it will not be wiped out!

Then Solomon said: "Among the data of Area 52, there is one more important item!"

Solomon's words made everyone very interested. Emerson was happy, gave him a bit of sweetness, and then lifted him to the sky, he would be overwhelmed, and he would tell the data himself!

"Tell me, what is it?" Emerson asked, in a casual tone.

Solomon said: "The success or failure of a super soldier is determined by the level of physical talent. If it is the sss level of physical talent, high-level super fighters can be studied. The so-called high-level super fighters are capable of independent thinking, and absolute to the owner. loyalty!"

"What does it mean to think independently? The task can be completed according to the actual situation without the command of the master!"

Solomon's words deny so many super fighter levels, which means that the super fighters in front of them are only inferior, a failure!

"Have you seen a high-level super soldier?" Emerson asked.

"The data is more accurate than I have seen with my own eyes!" Solomon said.

Emerson laughed again. With Rohm's data, these problems can be solved.

"Yes, as long as there is data!" Emerson laughed!

Emerson wanted to have a lot of important data in Solomon's body. It seems that this is a long-term plan.

He can't die yet.

"Before the body enters the nutrient solution, it takes a period of intensive training to stimulate their maximum potential. After they enter the nutrient solution, and then use the medicine and the machine, they will be better than no training! "Solomon said.

Emerson thought for a while and then said: "It makes sense, it makes sense! Solomon, you said it very well, just do as you say, we are going to establish two training bases in Africa, haha..."

Emerson had already thought of setting up two training bases deep in an uninhabited jungle in Africa.

"Not enough, we are not safe enough here!" Solomon said.

In fact, he had thought about this issue a long time ago when he was constructing it, but he didn't think so much at the time, so he started to research later and copied the data. At this point, it was difficult to move it, and he was short of funds.

Now it's different. There are Emerson and Miss Baihui. Behind them are two huge groups, or they are supported by a huge consortium. It is naturally very simple for them to do this.

"Solomon, do you mean to relocate?" Emerson asked.

Solomon said: "That's right, don't look at our hiding place very well, a few hundred meters away is a village, we have been discovered!"

"Didn't you kill him?" Miss Baihui asked behind.

Of course she knows that things are not that simple. For this, she has asked someone to do it. If someone calls the police, the case will disappear.

Now Solomon said Miss Baihui was going to follow the trend.

"How can it be that simple? A person died in the village, and the gunfire was so loud that someone had already called the police. When the police came to the military factory, they might find us. Then where can we go?"

Miss Baihui was silent, she didn't know what to say, didn't Solomon's words mean she was stupid?

This is raising Solomon!

"Then we need to discuss this carefully!" Miss Baihui said.

"What else to discuss? Hurry up and block the news, or hide the body so that the police can't find it." Solomon said: "Although we can't hold them forever, it can give us time to respond."