blackstone code

Chapter 984 Power on the Machine
When the news of Blackstone's safe enrollment expansion spread for the first time, many security agencies and the army began personnel adjustments.

Some people may think that "Blackstone Security is a high-level military academy" is just a joke, but the officers in the Ministry of National Defense wearing summer military uniforms, blowing air conditioners, drinking coffee, and arranging their hair in front of the mirror suddenly realized, why not?
The "World Security Assessment Report" submitted by the Strategic Command pointed out that in the next six years, there will be no large-scale wars involving multiple countries in the world.

Because in this process, each country has only completed the reconstruction work, and they still need to accumulate strength for several years before they are eligible to launch a new round of war.

So this also means that there is no opportunity for training in the short term.

Training is very important.

After letting go of their minds, the Ministry of National Defense is actually not idle all day long. They are also deducing and reflecting on what it means to lose the opportunity to participate in the last world war.

It means that 80.00% of the countries in the whole world have experienced the test of war, whether they succeed or fail in the end, at least they have been tempered.

But the Federation didn't. This would be a terrible problem. If the soldiers couldn't bear the pressure, it might trigger a chain reaction.

This is like the "interesting events" that happened in this world war. The collapse of the frontline soldiers is likely to directly trigger the fear of the soldiers in the rear.

If someone in the front can stand firm and withstand the pressure, the soldiers in the rear who are preparing to go to the front line will also be more heroic than usual.

The Federation urgently needs a soldier who has experienced war, as well as a commander.

The deduction is always a deduction. In the deduction of the naval battle, the Federation Navy can still defeat Gefra's navy head-on. If the submarine has done a good job, the Federation will have nothing to do now.

Some mid-level officers with more potential suddenly went through the discharge procedures, and some top soldiers in the army also retired one after another, and each of them received a letter of recommendation from the Ministry of Defense at the same time they retired.

"Is this the so-called 'ticket'?" Ryan, a soldier who had just returned home from the Navy Stormtrooper, took a letter of introduction and came to the Blackstone Security Training Camp with his comrades after two days of rest.

The guard asked him to show the letter of introduction, and he took the letter of introduction in his hand, his tone was full of ridicule, "My superior told me that the food here is good."

Ryan is a thorn in the Sea and Land Charge Team. His personal business ability is very good, and he has maintained the best results in various trainings.

In this era without wars, training results represent a person's performance in military capabilities.

This may not represent a person's true military literacy, but there is no way to do it.

His excellent ability made him somewhat dissatisfied with his new "task". In his opinion, arranging himself to enter Blackstone Security was simply a waste of his ability.

He should join an overseas field service unit and perform missions all over the world instead of working safely in Blackstone, although the salary here is indeed quite high.

The doorman gave him a sideways look, his face was expressionless, like a carved face, rigid and stiff.

After checking the introduction letter, the guard tore off a corner of the introduction letter, and handed it back together with a hanging tag, "You can go in."

He didn't respond to Ryan's provocation, which didn't make any sense. He was also from the army himself, and he knew how difficult these people with good military achievements were, but it didn't matter.

No matter how difficult people are, they will become easy to deal with in Blackstone Security.

This is not the Federal Army, there is still a strict regulatory system, and certain rules are still preserved. This is a private enterprise, and the military's set of things is not so feasible here.

Seeing that the guard did not accept his provocation, Ryan pouted and walked into the training ground with his backpack on his back.

Looking at those familiar equipment, he didn't feel nervous at all. He was already very proficient at playing these things. He could say that 90.00% of the people here were not as good as him.

After entering the camp, he was greeted by someone. After seeing his tag, the other party assigned him a tent, and some people were already living in it.

Everyone expressed a limited welcome to Ryan's arrival. They just glanced at Ryan and then withdrew their eyes.

Everyone was doing their own thing, and after they made their beds, they got used to the outside world.

This place is still a little strange to them.

At noon, no one came to ask them to eat, which made some people a little agitated. Ryan and his former comrades were also a little strange, but they thought it might be making things difficult for them.

There is such a tradition in the army to make things difficult for recruits, sometimes they will play tricks, and it is very bad, the recruits can only suffer silently.

Most of those who resist have no good end. This kind of making things difficult is actually to let the recruits understand a truth, who has the final say in the army (superior).

It's just a hungry meal, everyone can survive, and finally there is a dinner number in the evening, but when Ryan and the others came to the restaurant, they showed disgusted expressions at their dinner.

"God, what are these...?", one of Ryan's comrades stood in front of the dining car and his eyes almost popped out.

He looked at the food in the dining car, flipped it over with his fingers, and sticky blood was left on his fingers.

"The cook, did they forget to turn on the fire when they were making dinner? It's all fucking raw!"

Yes, the dining car was full of the flesh and blood of some animals they couldn't see. None of them were cooked, all of them were raw, and they were cut into one-centimeter-thick slices like steaks.

Blood was still dripping from under the dining car, and the pungent smell of blood rose into the sky, making the tight-knit person take a few steps back.

The weather is so hot, just for a short while, there seems to be some strange smell.

"Anybody, anybody, hell, tell us what's going on?"

Some people made a noise and gave these things at night after a day of hunger, and no one could adapt.

At this moment, there was the sound of neat leather boots landing outside, accompanied by a "stand up", everyone subconsciously raised their chests and looked at the door of the restaurant.

Next, a guy who looked like 36 or [-] years old came in, "You can call me by my name..., you can also call me Major, I will be the commander of you people, I just heard someone making a noise, who is coming Tell me what are you making a fuss about?"

You can become a major in your thirties. This guy must have an amazing background. The new employees in the restaurant are upset, but they don't show it. They know what the military is like, and rank means everything.

Everyone was silent, and the other party didn't seem to let go of their plans. During this stalemate, Ryan stood up, "Report, sir, we are discussing how to solve the dinner."

The major looked at him twice, "What's your name?"

"Ryan, sir."

"Very good, Ryan, now we have entered the enemy-occupied area. This area is full of enemy secret sentries. We are also at a disadvantage in terms of military strength. At the same time, we need to complete arduous tasks, hide for a long time or pass through enemy-occupied areas, and cannot be attacked by the enemy. Find."

"Excuse me, how do you solve the dinner problem now."

Ryan replied without thinking, "I can bring some more food, sir!"

"The food you brought is gone."

"I can eat fruit and some leaves, sir!"

"There are some poisonous plants around you and you don't know how to tell them apart."

"I can……"

Before Ryan finished speaking, the major raised his hand to stop him, then looked at his adjutant, "Same problem, how do you solve it?"

The adjutant turned around, walked to the dining car, picked a piece of raw meat that looked a little dry, cut it into strips with the dagger he carried, and swallowed it.

"I'll eat the meat, sir!"

The major nodded in satisfaction, "Very good..." When he looked at the others again, he said, "This is your dinner, raw meat, you don't have to eat it, but tomorrow morning we have a twenty-kilometer full Cross-country with heavy loads, I hope you will have strength."

"If someone falls behind and can't do it, you can really retire!"

"Now, disband..."

After the officer left, the people in the restaurant stared at the raw meat in the dining car in a daze, and some retched. In the era when even the steak had to be fully cooked, who the hell likes to eat raw meat?

Ryan spent the first day with diarrhea and vomiting.

At eight o'clock in the morning of the next day, Ryan came to the playground a little sluggish, and the next step was full-weight cross-country. What made Ryan a little scalp numb was that he carried ten pounds more than others.

He looked at the officers and clenched his fists, "Report, sir."

The major looked at him and motioned him to continue.

"Why am I carrying ten pounds more than everyone else, sir?!"

The thorn always has the advantage of the thorn. Even in the face of the chief, he dared to resist. He had to figure out why he was treated differently from others.

If he really wanted to use him to build his prestige, or had any opinion on him, he didn't care if he continued to work here or not.

Looking at Ryan's face full of unruliness, the major's answer made everyone unexpected——

"You said yesterday that you brought more food, now I give you this chance, the extra ten pounds is the extra food you brought, is there a problem?"

After three to five seconds, Ryan replied loudly, "No, sir!"

The major nodded, "Very well, does anyone have any questions?"

No one spoke.

"I must remind you that we have now entered enemy-occupied territory, and any actions that can expose us are not advisable."

"You may think that I am making things difficult for you, but in fact this is the real case that we encountered in Ameria. We were surrounded by rebels. If we were exposed, we would be killed by countless enemies. Surrounded, then wiped out."

"I need to be responsible for your future. I would rather you be wiped out by me than die on the battlefield."

"This is not an exercise in a military base, not a military training. We are about to go abroad to perform military missions with live ammunition. Everyone of you may die there, including me."

"The only thing I can do now is to give you as many chances as possible to survive, and to master more means and abilities to save yourself."

After the major said these words, his eyes stayed on the faces of each soldier for a moment, "Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)