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"Steel needs to be practiced, iron needs to be beaten, prepare!"

"Steel needs to be practiced, iron needs to be beaten, sword needs to be sharpened..."

A phalanx of different heights, different races but extraordinarily energetic is conducting pre-dinner singing training in front of the No. 1 canteen of the Atlas base.

"Okay, very energetic!" Cormac, who was in charge of training them, waited until everyone sang three times at the top of their voices before nodding, and then waved his hands, it's time for dinner!

As an international military contractor, Atlas has a very diverse staff, so the dishes in the cafeteria are also varied. Although the cafeteria also needs to swipe a card, the meal price is completely worthy of the dishes, meat, vegetables, custard, flying in the sky, running on the ground Yes, swim in the water, everything is available, so the first thing the elites from various countries who come here for training fall in love with is this large canteen that can accommodate 3,000 people at the same time.

Cormac walked up to the second floor with a plate and a drink, and saw his boss sitting comfortably by the window, sipping lemonade in a glass, and in front of him was a half-eaten vinegar fish and an elbow. There is also a portion of rice.

"Just this?" Cormac put his heaped plate on the table and sat across from Fisher.

"This is just an appetizer. I'm thinking about whether I'll have a Mexican chicken taco or a sukiyaki later. That guy Dutch said he left me ten pounds of wagyu beef!" Fisher put down the water glass and shook his left hand. , and then the robot waiter who was wandering in the distance immediately ran over and filled the cup.

"That's for sure chicken wraps!" Cormac picked up his fork, picked up a big dollop of noodles and meat, and swallowed it.

"Beef is waiting for us to have dinner together in the New Year!"

"Then I have to let the logistics pull over a dozen more, otherwise it won't be enough for you!"

"Hahaha, then I'll pre-order one first, and then set up four pots and eat them together!"

"Then I'll super double it for you, just find a master to make you a bathtub the size of a bathtub, and you can eat while you swim in it!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

After all, the two laughed together.

"How about these guys?" Fisher picked up the bowl and chopsticks and pointed at the elite astronauts who were obsessed with dry meals and couldn't help themselves.

"It's very strong. They have basically received systematic training and have a solid foundation. Many people have been flying for thousands of hours. Now they are exposed to new things, and they are still learning very fast, like a sponge. Same!"

"After all, a country carefully selected talents! It must be more powerful! There is no conflict with our students, right?"

"I got up, but I didn't make a move. I plan to decide the winner in the first assessment this weekend. I heard that they also took their ration coupons as a bet!"

"That's quite a lot of money!" Fisher nodded thoughtfully. In fact, he has another meaning in giving technical support to various countries. The Atlas ship not only depends on the stability of the flight As a leader, no one can let up. Since the Battle of New York, Atlas has become unique in the field of space and sky. In the short term, everyone can rely on excitement to rush. In the long run, they have become salted fish. Scheer can give some of the technology to various countries, so that the elites with eyes above the top can feel a little sense of crisis.

As for ration coupons, it doesn't matter. This is an internal benefit that every soldier has. You can use the coupons to travel to any country where there is an Atlas military base on an Atlas military plane. Many soldiers If you are not married or don’t like to travel, you can also use this coupon to exchange for other benefits, such as new home appliances, or convert it into cash, so it’s nothing to bet on.

"Okay, what subject are you taking this week's exam?"

"For first aid and damage control in a zero-gravity environment, we will not go to the simulation warehouse and plan to transfer a frigate for practical operation!" Cormac said.

"This is ok, if our people lose, let me practice to death, and if they win, practice to death for me too!"

"Naturally, those guys have the energy to bet and make trouble, which means that the training volume is not enough. I have added materials to the plan for the second week, and they will know when the time comes!"

"I like this!"

Not only the space force of Atlas, but also the fighter force, marines, and even the logistics force have successively added various assessments and trainings. There are the best weapons with the best equipment, but Fisher demands that those who operate these equipment must also be the best!

If nothing else, Fisher will continue to supervise Atlas' training until the new year. However, the east side is not bright and the west side is bright, and the Hydra that was hit by the aliens stopped making trouble, and the Avengers turned up again. Shui Shui, strictly speaking, it is Stark!

"Order a battleship-level pulse acceleration gun?"

Fisher looked at the report that had just been handed over and was puzzled. This kind of order Atlas usually accepts is basically an internal order, or a national level, but the Stark Group needs an order. The pulse-accelerating cannon that can only be used on the gate battleship is a bit strange.

"Does Stark know the murderer who killed his parents, is he ready to shoot?"

Fisher automatically made up the angry look on Stark's face sitting on the fort. In front of the muzzle, Captain America and Ba Hao parted ways with each other, hoping that they would be the first to die. It really brought tears to my eyes!

"Stark, what the hell are you doing? What do you want that thing, bombarding the White House?"

Lu Xun said that if you don't understand something, you have to figure it out, so Fisher called the other party directly and asked clearly. If the other party really planned to blow up the White House, he could give the other party a few missiles as gifts.

"How is it possible, what's the use of blasting the White House? Fisher, I made it!" Stark on the phone looked a little tired, but he was very excited.

"What? Are you flying leaves?" Fisher was at a loss. Did he and Chili succeed in making a human?

"Congratulations, congratulations, then I will reluctantly be a godfather to the child!" Fisher opened the drawer of his desk, and there was a silver m1911 pistol with an ivory handle, which could be used as a gift!

"What kid, no, it's a mecha, Fisher, I've already built that thing!" Stark was a little anxious when he saw that he hadn't reacted.

"Mecha, oh, mecha?" Fisher suddenly remembered the satellite he had put on after the battle of San Francisco.

"No, you really made this thing?" Fisher looked at each other in disbelief.