Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 329 Reaction
“If what you’re about to say isn’t important, I’ll beat the shit out of you and then feed it to you!” the bearded man said viciously.

This communicator will only be used in extremely critical situations.

God knows how worried he was when he saw the communicator suddenly vibrate, fearing that some bad news might come from it.

"Boss, I've found a treasure. After you hear what I'm about to say, if you still want to beat the shit out of me, then I'll accept it."

But I think after you listen to me, you'll buy me a drink instead of beating the shit out of me.

Old Gun didn't care about the captain's threat; instead, he was smug.

"You tell me first."

The captain knew Old Gun well. Although he was a bit talkative, unreliable, and a heavy drinker, he was still clear-headed when it came to matters of principle.

"Boss, the situation is like this..."

Old Gun used the communicator to ramble on about what he knew about Chang Ning, especially emphasizing the case Chang Ning had just committed.

That's all we can say. Information about Chang Ning before he came to America needs to be obtained through special channels.

Of course, the intelligence obtained was also processed by relevant domestic departments, intended for certain individuals to see.

True intelligence can never be leaked, except in cases where there is an internal traitor.

According to the old gunman's description, Chang Ning was already considered a rare and promising talent by the captain.

But relying solely on Old Gun's descriptions isn't enough; everyone has preferences, and these emotions can influence how language is expressed.

No one knows how much of Old Gun's description is influenced by his personal emotions; even Old Gun himself can't say for sure.

To be on the safe side, it will take some time to observe whether to include Chang Ning in the team. Only if more than 80% of the team members agree can Chang Ning be added to the team.

"I understand. Keep them calm for now."

Recruiting new members requires notifying everyone to attend a meeting for a vote.

After saying that, the bearded man cut off the communication, then opened his computer and @all members in the internal chat software to tell the team members about it.

Suddenly tagging all members was like throwing a firecracker into a calm lake; the chat group, which had been as quiet as Changliu Palace, immediately became lively.

Tank: "Is it time to recruit new members?"

Old Gun: "Yes, the newcomer we need to observe this time has some connection with one of our team members. If any of you buy me a good bottle of wine, I'll share this exclusive information with him."

Old Gun was like a child who had received a new toy, eager to share it with his brothers.

Landmine: "Come on, old gun. Even if we don't give you alcohol, we'll still find out about the newbies. Once the observation process starts, the newbie's intelligence leader will tell everyone."

"So why should we waste a bottle of fine wine to obtain information that we'll find out sooner or later?"

"Fuck you! Landmine, you damn guy, you actually got off that girl? You're ruining my business. Wait till I get back, then we'll have a private match!"

Someone came along to cause trouble, and Old Gun, furious, sent several messages in the group.

"Is it related to one of us?"

"Could it be that he came from some prestigious military unit again?"

A group member with a chibi-style soldier avatar popped up.

"You devil, why don't you treat me to this drink? I'll share the information with you right away."

Seeing that someone else had logged on, Old Gun started a new round of business.

"I'm just curious, but it's not to the point where I absolutely have to know."

Everyone knows how strict our team is with recruitment. It's not a good deal to waste a bottle of wine on someone who has a very low chance of becoming a teammate.

The only Chinese member of the team, "Devil," refused to do business with Old Gun.

Tank: "Old Gun, you should do business with other legions. We're all on the same side, we know your tricks all too well."

The demon: "Huh? Does anyone know what the doctor's been up to lately?"

The medic is the team doctor for this mercenary squad; he's a strategic asset. Aside from large military units, most mercenary groups don't have medics.

People with some medical skills wouldn't need to take on such a high-risk profession as mercenaries; in America, doctors are a standard for the middle class.

Therefore, people with a skill can always do well, no matter where they are in the world.

The occurrence of such an accident involving a doctor can only be attributed to the unspeakable hardships that everyone has faced.

"A doctor? Probably spending his time in his clinic treating patients."

The tank sent out the following message in the group.

The clinic mentioned here is not the kind of place that is brightly lit, well-stocked with medicines, and has complete surgical instruments.

The doctor's clinic is located in Africa, and he specializes in treating poor people.

Of course, that kind of place is indeed dangerous.

As we all know, the fastest man in the world was not Usain Bolt, but Cao Cao.

As the saying goes, "Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives."

While everyone was talking about the doctor, the doctor logged on: "Wow, this is lively..."

"Wow, look who this is!"

After sending the message, Landmine specifically tagged the doctor.

Because the doctor is often in Africa, he rarely goes online, so his sudden appearance today surprised everyone.

Octopus: "Alright, quiet down. Since everyone has no objections to the recruitment, let's begin the process."

See you at the base tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM.

Except for doctors.

Octopus is the bearded captain and the founder of this mercenary squad.

People rarely object to what he says, not only because of his position as captain, but also because of his exceptional vision.

After closing the chat software, Octopus picked up his phone and dialed a number. The call was answered after three busy tones.

"Boss, I just bought my plane ticket back home, and then you called."

"If you had been any later, you definitely wouldn't have been able to get through on this call."

"Alright, evil spirit, let's get straight to the point."

To keep the new recruits in line, the veteran has promised them a task. Can you pick out something suitable for them recently?

I have some things to take care of here, I don't have time.

"Understood, boss."

I'll arrange it right away.

If Chang Ning were there, he would immediately recognize that the guy nicknamed "Devil" was the Chinese man who was with Old Gun at the weapon shop that day.

With about ten minutes left before boarding, choosing a suitable task for the newcomer was a piece of cake for the evil spirit.

He has been in charge of this task of evaluating new employees for the past few years.

After browsing the task market, the evil spirit picked a task with a decent commission and moderate difficulty, and sent the link to the old gun.

After doing all that, it was just time to start boarding.

No one knew that the somewhat young-looking Chinese man who boarded the plane while blending into the crowd was a well-known mercenary.

When the veteran recommended the newcomer to the team, Chang Ning was unaware of the many things that had already happened around him.

"Buddy, your mission is here."

After clicking on the link sent by the evil spirit and carefully reading the mission details, Old Gun handed his phone to Chang Ning.