blackstone code

Chapter 1011 Frontline
In the room, two bodybuilding champions are teaching these new students how to properly help others to exercise.

It's a bit of a mouthful, but to put it simply, it's how to get people to use equipment in the gym to get better fitness results.

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

They don't care about some small 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 be stronger, and women want to be slimmer, not to have more muscles when they lose weight. These are all contents with certain professional knowledge. Most people really cannot become Fitness coach.

Wood sat in one of the positions, holding a notebook and pen, and recorded carefully.

He has no experience with these things, so he is extremely serious, and 3000 yuan...isn't a small amount of money, and it really hurts to spend this money.

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

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

Spend less and spend another 3000 yuan, which may make their financial situation worse.

So in the end, only Wood sat here alone, quietly attending class.

For this "student" who is serious in class, the champion coach also feels something called "respect". If there is a need for the cooperation of the students, most of them will ask Wood to cooperate so that he can have more experience.

Don't think that exercising in front of other people is a very embarrassing thing. This kind of opportunity is actually very rare. Ordinary people can't invite these bodybuilding champions to teach one-on-one.

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

There is not much content, and the overall tendency is Lynch's side.

If they, the military-industrial group, take the initiative to launch military operations to test weapons, then they will bear all the costs.

If they hadn't initiated it on their own initiative, such as the military operation that occurred when "Sanchez" hired Blackstone Security, if they wanted to test their own weapons and equipment, they would have to pay a fee ranging from 25 to 100 million.

And if it was because the weapons they sent to the front line had serious design flaws, even if the front line only used one battle to replace the weapons, they would still need to pay the full amount.

The military industrial group signed a mutually beneficial agreement with Lynch without much hesitation.

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

At dawn, Ryan sat up slowly with his hands on his waist, then slowly moved his legs and put them on the ground.

Wearing slippers, he stood up slowly and walked outside.

He was lucky and was treated when he was about to die. The doctor found him and gave him a blood transfusion in time according to the dog tag on his neck, which saved his life.

After the wound was re-sutured, he basically stopped bleeding. Now he can move slowly in a small area, but he still can't take part in battles.

For the fact that he was able to recover his life, he felt very lucky. He thought he would die, and the situation at that time was indeed the case.

But in the end he survived.

The sunlight penetrated the gaps between the leaves and fell mottled on his face. He looked at the busy scene in the camp and those new faces, a little curious.

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

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

Basking in the sun has become a very comfortable thing. The warm sunlight falling on the human body will make people feel lazy all over their bodies, and they want to find a place to lie down and have a good sleep.

The soldier who lost a leg nodded, "There are another 1000 people here. It is said that they just came from Amélia. We have lost a lot in this battle."

Ryan heard that more than 300 people died this time, and 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, they are not messengers of justice who came to save the suffering people here, they are just invaders.

This point is completely contrary to his previous knowledge. In the propaganda of the Federation, they always represent justice. Even if they come to Maliro, they are to help the people at the bottom of society here get rid of the poverty and tyranny of the warlords.

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 here, and then killing the locals here, what is this not an act of invasion?
He used to simply think that this was a kind of "help", but looking back now, he was really fucking ridiculous.

He glanced at the legless soldier beside him, "What happened to your leg?"

The soldier didn't seem to care at all, he shrugged his shoulders while smoking a cigarette, "They set up a trap, and my knee was crushed by the trap."

"The doctor told me that my calf couldn't be saved, and part of the thigh bone was also damaged, so the cut was a little higher."

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

The soldier who lost one leg didn't really seem to care, "It's okay, this may be a good thing for me, as long as my wound doesn't become inflamed in the next two weeks, I can go back to the Federation."

The temperature in Marillo is dropping rapidly now, and the low temperature will help the wound recover to a certain extent, at least it will not be so prone to inflammation.

He said indifferent words, but his expression was still a little silent, "But you don't have to worry, the company won't fire me."

"I might go to a base as an instructor, or put me on a job where I can do it, and sometimes it's more human than the Department of Defense."

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

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

But then again, disability means having a small workforce, and it would be very difficult for the Department of Defense to afford to keep paying their salaries.

If they open this hole, there will be more and more people, and eventually it will become an unbearable burden, so they have not let go from the beginning.

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

Ryan touched the injury on his waist, he was a little dazed, "I don't know, the doctor said that my injury will take about six months to recover, but the company did not say what I will do next, just Let me here."

During the conversation, another batch of trucks stopped in the warehouse area not far away, and then many new equipment were moved out of the trucks.

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

Those equipment looked like something used to apply pesticides to crops, like carrying an oil drum and holding a nozzle in his hand. He had seen agricultural tools, similar to this.

"I'll go take a look..." he said as he slowly walked over. At this time, the designer of the weapon was explaining the functions of these things to others.

"...it's called a high-pressure flamethrower, and it's 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 of them, fired the gun, and pulled the trigger.

In an instant, a fire snake jumped out, and there was a pungent smell in the burning black smoke. When he released the trigger, or the valve, the fire snake at the muzzle of the gun stopped.

But the room was still burning, so his assistant took a basin of water and poured it in.

Not only did it not extinguish the flame, but it made the flame more rapid.

"For three seconds, the injected fuel can continue to burn for about 1 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, it will make it easier for you to attack."

"As long as there is a fire inside, they will take the initiative to come out!"

Looking at this flamethrower, Ryan was a little amazed. I didn't expect there to be such a powerful tool. Wouldn't it be great in street fighting?
But after thinking about it, the person carrying this thing probably carried a bomb on his back, right?
In case someone shoots the gas tank in the back...

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

Seeing that the burning point kept burning after deflagration, and even things without combustion support could continue to burn. Not only was Ryan not worried about the horror of these weapons, he was worried that they would cause casualties to innocent people, but he was a little excited.

If there are these things, the locals will not be as unfriendly as before, right?
Only after being wounded, fatally wounded, can he understand the true meaning and beauty of life, and he will kill anyone who wants him to lose his life!

At this time, the headquarters is arranging new operations. The two cities are still not enough as a territory. They plan to continue to go north and stop after laying down some more territory.

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

(End of this chapter)