Blackstone Code

In the room, two bodybuilding champions were instructing these new students on how to correctly help others get fit.

It’s a bit hard to pronounce, but in simple terms, it’s how people can use the equipment in the gym to get better fitness results.

At this time, people who have money to go to the gym are not poor, but at least middle class. They have fitness needs or attach great importance to health management.

They don't care about small amounts of money, such as three to five hundred or even thousands of fitness expenses per month. What they need is to see results.

Men want to become stronger, and women want to become slimmer, rather than gaining more muscles when losing weight. These are all matters that require certain professional knowledge. Most people really cannot become such without training. Fitness coach.

Wood sat in one of the seats, holding a notebook and pen, recording carefully.

He had never been exposed to these things, so he was extremely serious, and three thousand yuan... was not a small amount of money, and it did make people feel a little painful to spend this money.

If it wasn't for his blind trust in Lynch, he wouldn't have done such a stupid thing.

He talked about this matter with his colleagues, but no one came with him, partly because they had very limited money in their pockets after losing their source of income.

Spending some less would probably make their financial situation worse if they spent another three thousand.

So in the end, Wood was the only one sitting here, teaching quietly.

For this "student" who takes classes seriously, the championship coach also feels something called "respect". If there is a need for students to cooperate, most of them will ask Wood to come up and cooperate, so that he can have more experience.

Don't think that exercising in front of other people is an embarrassing thing. This kind of opportunity is actually very rare, and ordinary people can't afford one-on-one teaching from these bodybuilding champions.

Just when Wood was so enthusiastic about the new course that he ignored his colleagues, the federal military industry also reached a cooperation agreement with Lynch.

There's not a lot of content, and overall it leans towards Lynch's side.

If they, the military-industrial complex, take the initiative to initiate military operations to test weapons, then they will have to bear all the costs.

If it were not initiated by them, such as the military operation that took place when "Sanchez" hired Blackstone Security, if they wanted to test their weapons and equipment, they would have to pay anywhere from 250,000 to 1 million. cost.

And if the weapons they sent to the front line had serious design flaws, even if the front line replaced the weapons after only one battle, they would still need to pay all the expenses in full.

Without much hesitation, the military-industrial group signed a mutually beneficial agreement with Lynch.

Their first batch of test weapons was also delivered to the riverside city.

At dawn, Ryan held his waist and slowly sat up, then slowly moved his legs and placed them on the ground.

Wearing slippers, he slowly stood up and walked outside.

He was lucky enough to receive treatment when he was about to die. The doctor found him and gave him a blood transfusion in time based on the dog tag around his neck, saving his life.

After the wound was re-sutured, there was basically no blood loss anymore. He could now move slowly in a small area, but he still couldn't participate in battles or anything like that.

He felt very lucky that he could save his life. He thought he would die, and that was indeed the case at the time.

But in the end he survived.

The sunlight penetrated the gaps between the leaves and fell on his face mottledly. He looked at the busy scenery and the new faces in the camp with some curiosity.

"Is the support here?" He randomly found a guy who was missing a leg and was sitting at the door basking in the sun and asked.

Marillo is located in the north of the Federation, which is closer to the frigid zone, so before the weather in the Federation has completely cooled down, the temperature here has already dropped significantly.

Basking in the sun has become a very comfortable thing. The warm sunshine falling on a person's body will make people feel lazy all over the body, and they want to find a place to lie down and have a pleasant sleep.

The soldier who lost a leg nodded, "Another thousand people came. It is said that they just came from Amelia. We suffered a lot in this battle."

Ryan heard that more than 300 people died this time. It was difficult for him to accept this number, but this is what really happened.

This also made him understand what his squad leader said. In war, no one is innocent.

Everyone has their own position and decision. They are not angels or messengers of justice who come to save the people living in suffering here. They are just invaders.

This was completely contrary to the knowledge he had previously mastered. In the Federation's propaganda, they always represented justice. Even when they came to Marillo, it was to help the people at the bottom of society here escape from poverty and tyrannical warlord rule.

After experiencing so much, he suddenly realized that it was just a lie told to the people in the country.

They are invaders, coming here from a country that has nothing to do with this place, and then killing the locals here. Isn't this an invasion?

He used to simply think that this was a kind of "help", but now looking back, he feels so damn ridiculous.

He glanced at the soldier with missing legs next to him, "What's wrong with your legs?"

The soldier didn't seem to care at all, holding a cigarette in his mouth and shrugging his shoulders, "They made a trap, and my knees were crushed by the trap."

"The doctor told me that my calf could not be saved, and part of the thigh bone was damaged, so the cut was slightly higher."

Ryan was silent for a while, "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

The soldier who was missing one leg really didn't seem to care. "It doesn't matter. This may be a good thing for me. As long as my wound does not become inflamed in the next two weeks, I can return to the Federation."

The temperature in Marillo is dropping rapidly now. Low temperature will help the recovery of wounds, at least it will not cause inflammation so easily.

He said indifferent words, but his expression was still a little lonely, "But don't worry, the company will not fire me."

"I might go to a base and be an instructor, or get a job assigned to me that I can do, and sometimes it's more human than the Department of Defense."

"If I were still a member of the Ministry of Defense, maybe the next step would be to retire and then find my own way out."

The two fell into silence again. The Ministry of National Defense did not do a good job in dealing with the placement of injured soldiers.

But then again, disability means that there is only a small workforce. If the salary of these people has to be paid, it will be difficult for the Department of Defense to bear the expense.

If they opened this hole, there would be more and more people, and eventually it would become an unbearable burden, so they never let go from the beginning.

The soldier who was missing one leg looked at Ryan, "What about you, will you go back?"

Ryan touched the injury on his waist. He was a little confused, "I don't know. The doctor said it will take about six months to recover from my injury, but the company didn't say what I will do next. Let me be here."

While they were talking, another batch of trucks parked in the warehouse area not far away, and then a lot of new equipment was moved out of the trucks.

Ryan looked very curious, "Are they planning to farm here?"

The equipment looked like something used to spray pesticides on crops, like carrying an oil drum on its back and a nozzle in its hand. He had seen farm tools that were similar to this.

"I'm going to take a look...", he said and walked slowly over. At this time, the designer of the weapon was explaining the functions of these things.

"...Its name is a high-pressure flamethrower, and it is mainly used to attack some residential buildings." With the help of his assistant, the designer carried one of them on his back, walked to the edge of the camp, and found an empty house. .

As people watched, he aimed at one, fired the gun, and pulled the trigger.

In an instant, a fiery snake jumped out, and the burning black smoke contained a pungent smell. When he released the trigger, or rather the valve, the fiery snake at the muzzle of the gun stopped.

But the room was still burning. His assistant then took a basin of water and poured it in.

Not only did it not extinguish the flames, it actually made the flames grow faster and more violent.

"We have three seconds, and the fuel injected can continue to burn for about a minute. If there are other combustion aids, the burning time will be longer."

"If someone is hiding in a room that is difficult to attack, this will reduce the difficulty of your attack."

"As long as there's a fire inside, they will come out!"

Looking at this flamethrower, Ryan was a little surprised. He didn't expect such a powerful tool. Wouldn't it be great in street fighting?

But then I thought about it, the person carrying this thing was probably carrying a bomb on his back, right?

What if someone shoots the gas tank on the back...

On the way back, he saw some new gadgets, such as grenades with different shapes and even incendiary bombs.

Seeing that the incendiary point continued to burn after detonating, and even things that did not support combustion could continue to burn. Not only was Ryan not worried about the horror of these weapons or whether they would cause casualties to innocent people, but he was actually a little excited.

If we had these things, surely the locals wouldn't be as unfriendly as before, right?

Only after being injured, fatally injured, can he understand the true meaning and beauty of life. He will kill anyone who wants him to lose his life!

At this time, the headquarters was arranging new operations. Two cities were still not enough territory. They planned to continue heading north and secure some more territory before stopping.

At the same time, they also sent people to find the missing Isabella...