National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

The night ends and the day dawns.

The first ray of morning light after dawn slowly rises from the distant east, passing through the thin morning mist.

This faint and soft light drives away the darkness and awakens the sleeping earth and all living things.

Huhu——(whistle)

As the whistle sounded, pairs of eyes opened in the dark basement.

Snapped--

The iron door leading to the ground was kicked open, and a figure emerged from the steps.

"Get to work, get to work, hurry up!"

The miners had weak eyes and dull faces, as if their souls had been taken away, leaving behind only their zombie-like bodies.

They lined up and walked up the stairs in an orderly manner.

"Oh, where is my Bluebird?" The sleepy Ken Cooper groped anxiously on the ground, but there was no light in the basement during the day and the darkness under his feet made him extremely anxious.

Zhang Yang shook his head bitterly. The light from the ground had never illuminated this place.

……

Soon the slave laborers were gathered on the ground, but they were still not given anything to eat and had to work first.

Zhang Yang was already so hungry that he felt dizzy when he walked.

"Damn it." Zhang Yang knew that if he continued like this, it would only last a few days.

He would be like those slave laborers who are the walking dead.

Hyperactivity

A gunshot rang out from the sentry tower. It was the guard on the sentry tower trying to alert the slave workers.

Zhang Yang also took the opportunity to observe the surrounding environment.

There is only one large building in the entire park, with two toilets and an old kitchen next to it.

Black smoke was coming out of the kitchen. I don't know what kind of "delicious food" was being made.

The only people who could enter and exit the two toilets freely were the guards.

There are three sentry towers, located in three corners of the park, and each is about the height of a three-story building.

As Zhang Yang approached, he took the opportunity to touch it. It was all made of wood, and it seemed that the ceiling above was also made of wood.

Although this watchtower is not very defensive, its vision should be very good.

"Walk faster and don't touch anything!" A guard behind him pointed a gun at Zhang Yang's back.

Zhang Yang glanced behind him and found that there were five guards in total, escorting them in teams.

Zhang Yang also took the opportunity to memorize the appearance of the guard who was supporting him on his back.

"What are you looking at!" The guard shouted angrily when he saw Zhang Yang turned around and looked at him.

Zhang Yang turned his head and continued to observe other places.

"He~ No!"

Unexpectedly, he felt a warm sensation behind him. Zhang Yang touched it and found it was sticky. It turned out to be spit!

In an instant, Zhang Yang's veins bulged and he clenched his fists.

But the anger was soon suppressed and Zhang Yang returned to his normal expression.

Boy, you are playing with fire!

Zhang Yang has completely memorized the man's appearance. After the rebellion, he will make him live a life worse than death!

“Hahahaha!” The guards’ mocking laughter followed from behind.

The guard whistled and went into the toilet nearby.

The camp was not big, and after walking for about a minute, we arrived at where they were working.

The slave laborers were divided into three groups, responsible for carrying, building walls, and digging trenches.

This is to help them build defenses in the southwest.

Ken Kubo was in charge of the transportation, and Zhang Yang was also in charge of the transportation, replacing the old slave who had died earlier.

"Pick up the cement bags from here and carry them to the wall-building team over there."

Because Zhang Yang had just arrived, Ken Cooper was kind enough to introduce him to someone else.

"Oh oh." Zhang Yang picked up the cement bag, and as he stood firmly, his face suddenly turned red.

So heavy!

"hurry up!"

Snapped--

Almost at the moment the two men picked up the cement, a burning pain came from the back.

Zhang Yang turned around with a red face and saw a fierce supervisor.

He was strong and wore clothes made of rags.

Holding a long whip in his hand, there was a hint of vulgarity in his arrogance.

Ken Kubo gave Zhang Yang a look, signaling him to calm down. The two of them carried the cement bags and moved them along the prescribed route.

"Hmph." The latter licked his lips back and forth with his tongue, looking at Zhang Yang with an intriguing expression.

Zhang Yang was mixed in with the moving team. At this moment, the gate in the distance clanged open and a dozen ferocious soldiers walked in.

Their faces were stern, and their eyes revealed coldness and cruelty. Their tattered clothes fluttering in the wind added a bit of bleak atmosphere.

As they walked by, the air seemed to become heavy, making it almost impossible to breathe.

The guards passing by nodded to him in greeting, with an extremely respectful attitude.

Even the guard who had just come out of the toilet didn't even pull up his pants, but nodded and bowed hurriedly.

These sturdy men are obviously wanderers, but they don't look simple.

Zhang Yang took a sneak peek and saw that the guns on their backs were fully automatic guns like T79. They seemed to be the main force here.

No one dared to stop them and they walked straight into the building.

"Hello, Lord Butler, Lord Mandel, and Lord Maltz."

As soon as they entered the door, the leading man half-knelt on the ground to show his respect to the three leaders inside.

"Hmm. How was the operation?"

Mandel was the burly man with tattoos on both arms and an unshaven beard, pouring wine on the table.

"The people in Lanluo Highlands disagree, and they seem to have joined forces with the people in Luoqingshan District. The situation is very unfavorable to us."

"So what? The separatist situation has been going on for a long time. Can they still unify this area?"

The one who made the disdainful sound was Malz, who was playing with the M300 in his hand, loading a bullet into it, turning the magazine, and inserting it into the gun body.

Then he pointed the muzzle of the M300 at the man who was reporting!

In an instant, the man's pupils trembled violently, and his previous cruelty and bravery completely disappeared, and a cold sweat ran down his neck.

The atmosphere in the conference room was suffocating, and the air was so quiet that you could hear the pendulum of the clock on the wall.

"Bill, the biggest function of a gun is deterrence." Malz said coldly with a smile, his creepy long eyes curved into a strange arc.

"Go tell them that we have obtained weapons and equipment shipped from the southeast region."

"If they insist on having their own way, we don't mind wiping out the people of Lanluo Highlands and Luoqingshan District together!"

click-

Malz suddenly pulled the trigger, and the latter closed his eyes in despair and his body couldn't help shaking, but fortunately no bullet was fired.

"Did you hear that?"

These four words seemed to come from the god of death. Although the tone was calm, it was full of murderous intent.

"I understand, I understand." Carl was frightened. He nodded rapidly and left the meeting room immediately.

The men at the door didn't expect Bill to come out so soon. His brown-green shirt was soaked with sweat and turned dark gray.

"Boss, what should we do next?" the younger brother next to him asked, requesting instructions.

"The people inside are the bosses. I am the captain, and you have to call me captain from now on!"

Carl suddenly hit his younger brother on the head with his elbow. The latter whimpered in pain and his nose bled. He shut his mouth sensibly.