Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Mo Shangjun dealt with the internal affairs of Group B, but it was spread among students and instructors at noon.

However, no one talked about what Mo Shangyun was not.

He gradually changed his mind about Mo Shangyun.

Informed people set this matter as another contest between Mo Shangjun and Midsummer, while the dead midsummer held the faceless face. Compared with Mo Shangjun who was tolerant to the students who took cover for his teammates, almost everyone More inclined to ink.

This time, without Yan Gui's secret handling of the "good" propaganda of Mo Shangyun, most people began to agree with Mo Shangyun.

However, Mo Shangyun, who was secretly discussed, stayed in the office for an afternoon and an evening after eating lunch.

Even dinner was brought by Yan Tianxing.

Again, the Mucheng in their office, after saying hello to Mo Shangjun, looked at the wall behind Mo Shangjun intentionally or unintentionally.

Surprisingly, compared to yesterday, every form on the wall has new content added.

Mucheng left silently, put the information in Yan Tianxing's office, and went to work overtime properly.

Instead, according to the normal work schedule, when passing by Mucheng's office, they saw several people who were working overtime and working overtime, and they thought they worked hard.

The next day.

Mo Shangyun, who got up early at three o'clock, ended the morning exercise at seven thirty.

After taking a shower and eating breakfast, Mo Shangjun went to the student's dormitory with the roster and checked it out. He suddenly found that all the students' housekeeping had improved greatly, and most of them successfully passed.

Especially in Group B, no dormitory or student was unqualified, nor did she randomly change her internal regulations.

It was no effort at noon yesterday.

Mo Shangyun left with satisfaction and took the roster to Yan Tianxing's office.

"Again?"

At this time, Yan Tianxing had a headache when he saw Mo Shangyun.

"not welcome?"

Mo Shangyun strode over and placed the roster on his desk.

Yan Tianxing glanced at her.

Get used to her!

But, the next moment, he took the roster.

I flipped through and saw the final result.

As Mo Shangjun said, in three days, the internal affairs reached the standard, and no one was unqualified.

"Do you sit in the office every day?"

Familiar with the car, he found his own special drinking glass, poured a glass of water, Mo Shangyun walked back, and raised an eyebrow at Yan Tianxing.

"otherwise?"

Yan Tianxing looked up at her.

"Don't your physical fitness drop?" Put the water cup on the table, and Mo Shangyun sat down on the office chair beside him naturally.

"This is," deliberately, Yan Tianxing ticked his lips, "Invitation to morning exercises?"

After falling backwards, he found a comfortable sitting posture, and Mo Shangyun leisurely replied: "Ask casually."

"If something happens tomorrow, go out for a few days, and then make your own statistics." Turning on the computer, Yan Tianxing put the roster aside.

"Oh."

After looking at the absent-minded Mo Shangyun, Yan Tianxing reminded him, "You are not allowed to find someone to help."

Especially Duan Zimu.

"..." After a moment of silence, Mo Shangyun suddenly asked, "What's the matter?"

"confidential."

After a pause, Mo Shangyun asked again: "What direction?"

"Overseas."

"……Oh."

Mo Shangyun responded without asking.

It is estimated that it is a task again.

The previous mission that Yan Tianxing hadn't thought of... Fighting against many people with one person, and missing for a long time, he was injured and returned.

"Can it come back?"

The ghost was the god, Mo Shangyun asked Yan Tianxing again.

Yan Tianxing's eyebrows moved slightly, his eyes bypassed the computer in front, and fell on Mo Shangjun, who was sitting in a chic sitting opposite.

"Do I look like I am going to die?"

Mo Shangyun shook his head, "I'm not sure about such an accident."

"..."

Yan Tianxing was speechless for a while.

After a while, Yan Tianxing looked at her helplessly, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Have you heard of Azrael?"

"puff--"

The ink on the slobber just sprayed the water out.

"The Azrael two years ago?"

"Well." Yan Tian Xing Yun lightly affirmed Mo Shangyun's doubts.

Mo Shangyun: "..."

Azrael, Grim Reaper.

It is not a "death angel" who manipulates the life-and-death book of a certain church, but a special operation group from the East that was preached in the domestic and foreign media two years ago.

This action team was haunted at the border of Yuncheng two years ago. Within three days, they rescued hostages abroad, strangled terrorists, and fought against drug dealers. A series of things happened to them. Not only can the mission be successfully completed in a dangerous battle, but also often retreat from the body, because of its powerful fighting power, it has been widely concerned.

Of course, their identity has not been announced.

Many details are speculation by the media.

Two years ago, "Azrael" was rumors in domestic and foreign media, especially on social media. In the Internet age, the worship of heroes will be played to the fullest. There are even rumors that someone is determined to be a soldier because of "Azrael" of.

Mo Shangjun is still very concerned about military news, but this "Azrael" is said to be a god. Mo Shangjun has always questioned the authenticity of the news and has not paid much attention to it.

Until she once returned to the military compound, and heard Mo Shangshuang chatting with Yan Gui's father, they accidentally mentioned "Azrael".

They confirmed "Azrael" for the first time.

Azrael does not have superpowers, but they did participate in three battles in a row and successfully escaped.

At that time, Mo Shangshuang even told Mo Shangyun that Azrael's strange way of fighting was used by many troops as teaching materials.

Mo Shangyun also learned from their mouths that Azrael is an operation team of a special force stationed in Yuncheng, and they are randomly combined. There is no perfect tacit understanding, and everything depends on proper command.

It is said that this special force has no designation and no name. Not only is it not known by the outside world, but very few people even know it inside.

Later, Mo Shangyun specially studied the combat method of this special operations group, and I have to admit that it was indeed surprisingly wonderful.

At the very least, if she is the commander, she will definitely not reach this point, and she will still be under the exhausted state of the members who have experienced many battles.

"The conductor is you?"

Mo Shangyun recovered, staring at Yan Tianxing closely.

In response to her, a box of paper was delivered to him.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyes, and saw Yan Tianxing's hand extended, his skeletal fingers, and a healing scar on his palm. Upward, it was Yan Tian's Xing Junlang's face, and his expression looked like a smile.

Did not immediately pick up the paper, Mo Shangjun took the cup and continued to drink the saliva before putting the cup down, and then took the paper delivered to the front, pulled out two pieces of paper, and simply wiped the water on the body Stains.

"This is a secret." Yan Tianxing said meaningfully.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.

There are no exceptions, it is no doubt that Yan Tianxing.

She once thought that the commander is a young man with rich combat experience, extremely strange ideas, absolutely arrogant personality and unremarkable...

Mo Shangyun looked closely at Yan Tianxing's face.

Suddenly there was a feeling of disillusionment.

However, I don't worry about the safety of Mo Shangyun at all.

Being able to command that kind of perverted combat, her combat capability is incalculable, and she has no actual combat experience. She has no confidence in pointing in front of him.

Leng Buding thought that after hearing the disappearance of Yan Tianxing, Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu could remain relatively calm...

Oh shit.

Mo Shangyun scolded in his heart.

It's such a big deal, it's no wonder that some people like him who are passive passive workers come to be chief instructors.

"Is there anything else I can say?"

After a while, Mo Shangyun calmed down completely and asked calmly.

"I didn't say anything." Yan Tianxing was present.

Mo Shangyun lost his cold eyes.

Moments later, Mo Shangyun said, "I have a question."

"You ask." Yan Tianxing opened the roster.

"In your troops, are you also selecting people like this?" Mo Shangjun bypassed the previous question and returned to the April training camp.

"How to choose people?"

Yan Tianxing asked with great interest.

After drinking the water in the glass, Mo Shangyun continued: "Three days, I ran out at both ends without going to the training ground. I only looked at the instructor's summary and acted in a perfunctory manner."

Yan Tianxing looked at her and affirmed: "No."

"Oh?"

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Different people, different purposes, different treatment." Yan Tianxing said slowly.

The source of soldiers needed by Yan Tianxing cannot be the rank of the current group of students. Among them, 350 people can be selected by him to participate in the selection, but there are only 30 or 40 people, which is basically a ratio of 10 to 10.

However, the so-called training is not to select special forces, but to upgrade them to the level required for special selection as much as possible, which will definitely eliminate a large number of people.

From a large perspective, they only need to improve the capabilities of basic projects at this stage.

For Yan Tianxing, this kind of purpose does not require too tough measures.

In addition, he has arranged the training programs and procedures, and all the tasks are assigned to the instructors and assistant teachers. As long as each instructor follows the process, he does not need to bother to supervise.

Of course, Mo Shangyun is an unstable factor...

However, Mo Shangyun has his own merits, and Yan Tianxing can leave her alone.

In addition to this, it is possible to exercise the management skills of Mucheng and Peng Yuqiu.

Mo Shangyun paused, a flash of contemplation flashed across his eyebrows, gradually understanding Yan Tianxing's meaning.

"It's not that I have doubts about your soldiers," Mo Shangyun slowly spoke out, looking directly at Yan Tianxing's eyes, with a very obvious tentative question, "Can Peng Yuqiu and Mu Cheng represent your troops? s level?"