Super Special Forces King

This time it was even more tragic.

Pukan stopped. More than a dozen people sank and were rescued. This made him very worried. Could it be that so many people would be eliminated at once?

This makes him feel distressed, because he has spent a lot of resources training these people for more than half a year. It is not easy to find so many more people.

Even Pukan wondered if Zhang Feng's training program was too anxious?

But Pukan would not go to Zhang Feng to talk about this idea now, because there was this plan before, and even if there was only one person left in the end, it was worth it.

Haven't many people persisted now? Eliminate those people from the remaining elites.

After a while, Zhang Feng walked over to Pukan and said: "Mr. Pukan, every trainee who has been eliminated must restart their training after they get better. They will start training wherever they fall, unless they Quit voluntarily, or the body can never train again."

Zhang Feng's words make Pukan bigger than his previous thoughts, so that those who were eliminated in the previous training can follow behind, which is called hierarchical training.

"That's the best, haha, Zhang, you are the best instructor in the world!" Pukan smiled heartily.

Pukan, who has many years of experience in training fighters, agrees with Zhang Feng's training very much. It looks simple, but in fact it is very difficult to do. Jane has reached the point of killing people.

The degree of difficulty has reached the critical point of human endurance, and it is very accurate.

Some people say that the development of human beings is because they are lazy and too lazy to walk, so there are vehicles...

The evolution of laziness reduces the physical fitness of human beings, so harsh training is required to reach the initial state of humanity.

"Mr. Pukan, your daughter Sharapova..." Zhang Feng stopped talking.

There are other meanings, see if Pukan can hear it.

"It's okay, let her go!" Pukan said generously.

Seeing Pukan's posture, Zhang Feng suddenly felt that he had entered the routine of Pukan.

boom……

Suddenly there was a loud noise ahead, which seemed to be the sound of a bomb exploding. When the two of them were puzzled, Pukan's hand came down to report it. He said: "Commander, Sharapova fired the M1 tank and fired live ammunition!"

"I see, you go!" Pukan said calmly.

"Yes!" The next salute went down.

Zhang Feng doesn't know what to say. It seems that this girl is angry again. What will he destroy this time?

"Zhang, made you laugh!" Pukan said to Zhang Feng.

This is one of the reasons Pukan has a headache. Many times he wondered if he was wrong in teaching his daughter to be like this. Men like Zhang Feng dare not provoke her. Who else in this world can surrender her? ?

Don’t you marry anymore? Pukan had a headache. He thought of his dead wife. How should he explain to his wife? Will she forgive herself?

It's really a headache.

So, he now thinks that Zhang Feng can accept her, and Pukan doesn't care if Zhang Feng has other women or children.

A person like Zhang Feng has long gone beyond the vulgar.

"It's okay, Sharapova is a gentleman!" Zhang Feng said.

Pukan understood what Zhang Feng said.

"Then what, let me see them!" Zhang Feng found an excuse and ran away.

Pukan also went back to strike the iron.

The students were still counting there, their speed was very slow, so as not to have ever, they did not ask for speed when counting rice Zhang Feng, as long as the count was right.

Just now when he first came up from the water, someone stood there and held on for ten seconds, counted some rice, and then fell down, two of them fell down.

Because their brains are almost frozen, it must be very difficult to use them all at once, which will test their mood.

The effect is just coming up from the ice water, if you just count it when you sweat, it is useless.

What Zhang Feng wants is to be able to calm down and perform tasks in harsh environments.

"Remember your table numbers. When you are in the second round, you will be seated. Don't remember other people's numbers incorrectly, otherwise your score today will be zero!"

Zhang Feng shouted.

"Also, after you enter the sauna room later, the staff will use the machine to scan the amount of rice you have counted and register. After completing today's training, they will announce who is unqualified!"

"Unqualified students, this training will continue tomorrow, and you will be behind others!"

Zhang Feng's words are very clear, asking them to count while listening, and they can't get both of them wrong, it is really a test.

"Report, I'm done counting!"

At this moment someone called a report, standing there shaking all over.

"Stand aside and wait for your comrade-in-arms!" Zhang Feng said.

"Yes!"

Immediately there was a staff member holding a machine to verify it, and the man was very nervous.

This is not real rice, but the grains are almost white as rice, which can be scanned by a machine at once.

Then register.

Zhang Feng didn't change his clothes. He had to train later, but he just went and smoked a cigarette.

"Who wants to smoke?" Zhang Feng shouted.

No one dared to respond to him. At this time there was still thinking about smoking. Seeing that none of them responded, Zhang Feng handed a cigarette to Pukan. Pukan caught it and lit the cigarette with a red sword.

The two of them are here to swallow the clouds and fog, and match the gods.

Seeing the group of people staying there, Pukan felt an indescribable sense of comfort and accomplishment.

It was like a long sword in his hand, struck by one hammer by one.

Is it due to Zhang Feng? There are also.

But Pukan felt that if he hadn't found him, he would not have achieved this.

"Zhang, how many people do you think will be left in the end?" Pukan said.

Pukan knows their Chinese people's sophistication, and they can talk well if they smoke together, just like they can be brothers and sisters after a glass of wine together.

"Seven people!" Zhang Feng said.

Pukan was taken aback, how come there are only seven people, is it terrifying?

Then I thought about it and realized that the first fighting game in training was the last seven people standing.

"Not necessarily?" Pukan didn't believe it.

Zhang Feng looked at Pukan and said, "Mr. Pukan, do you want to bet?"

Seeing Zhang Feng said to bet, Pukan immediately shook his head: "No, Zhang, I won't bet with you anymore, because I lose every time!"

"Haha, it turns out that Mr. Pukan is sometimes afraid!" Zhang Feng smiled.

These words made Mr. Pukan lack of confidence. I am afraid that only Zhang Feng in this world can make Pukan panic.

"Zhang, I'm really happy that you can be an instructor here, although we have exchanges!" Pukan changed a serious topic.

"Yes, we do exchanges, and my people will arrive the day after tomorrow!" Zhang Feng said.

"I have received the news!"