National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

"Then leave it to me. You have worked hard, so have a good rest."

Linton waved his hand, and the assistant behind him lifted Weisz from the interrogation chair.

Zhang Yang turned around and found that the sweat on Weisz's forehead had increased significantly.

The assistant was also very efficient and used a rag to cover Weisz's mouth.

As the organizer of this "White Epidemic Operation", Linton's responsibility is definitely greater than Zhang Yang's.

He wanted to do it himself, so Zhang Yang naturally had no objection.

"Come on." Zhang Yang was also tired. This kind of person would not respond to any persuasion or trickery. He was looking forward to how Linton would solve the problem.

So much time has passed, and I don’t know what happened to the South Wall.

"Doctor Lan, I'll go see Isnan. You've worked hard." Zhang Yang took out two bottles of taurine and handed them to Lan Bert and Xiao An respectively.

"polite."

“Oh, good stuff!”

Lambert and Xiao An naturally did not refuse, and opened the ice-cold soda and drank it.

Linton, who was standing at the door, secretly noticed this scene, and a strange look flashed across his eyes.

……

Zhang Yang asked many doctors along the way before he found the location of the south wall.

I learned that in nearly a whole day, he had almost no rest and used his own abilities to save a large number of medical workers.

He himself was extremely tired and was lying in the exclusive lounge on the third floor.

Zhang Yang knocked on the door and it was McGrady who opened it.

When I stepped into the lounge, I found that the layout was simpler than I had imagined.

There was a bed, a wooden table with tea sets on it, and a few benches. On the wall hung a clock and the association's red cross.

It was almost dawn, so the lights were off. The pale blue light from outside the window timidly squeezed in, bringing with it a bit of coolness and mystery.

Maddie was making tea attentively, and lying on the simple bed next to him was Nanqiang, who was exhausted and unconscious.

"Let me do it."

"Yes."

Zhang Yang took the tea set from McGrady's hand. The other party immediately understood and left the room quietly.

click-

The room was so quiet that one could hear the movement of the hands. Zhang Yang poured the scalding hot tea into the cup and blew on it carefully.

Nanqiang still needed to rest, so Zhang Yang didn't wake him up immediately.

In addition to tea sets, there are also old newspapers on the table.

In the dim morning light, the wrinkled gray newspaper had obviously been read several times, but it was still well preserved, without any curl or bend.

The times in the newspapers vary, but the content is mostly about the Red Cross.

[The dawn of the sinful land - the peace messenger Iweni is actually the royal doctor of the Red Ten! ]

[Red Society vs. Judgment Group, more than a hundred refugees become losers? ]

[Legend of the Golden Sea - The Gambler Ron. ]

Nanqiang on the bed breathed steadily, and his mental strength gradually recovered during his rest.

Zhang Yang gradually realized that his communication magnetic field could roughly determine the other party's mental power level.

Previously, the mental powers of Alang and Baker had a relatively small coverage area and were relatively weak in the magnetic field perception.

On the other hand, Nanqiang's mental power is obviously much stronger than theirs, and Gordon's mental power during the day can only be described as surging.

The coverage of his mental power even exceeded the detection range of Zhang Yang's communication magnetic field.

This is also the fundamental reason why Zhang Yang was shocked during the day.

If Zhang Yang and Nanqiang were the group of awakeners who came earlier than Alang, Baker and others.

Then Gordon's awakening time must be much earlier than Zhang Yang's.

The mysterious president behind him is even more unfathomable.

Zhang Yang drank the warm tea and looked towards the window.

The dawn light was like a shy visitor, gently and carefully caressing every corner of the house.

The originally dim room unconsciously had a hazy sense of layering, and wherever the light reached, dust danced in the air.

"Master..." When Zhang Yang was stunned, Nanqiang woke up.

He opened his sleepy eyes and felt much better inside.

"Drink tea."

Zhang Yang handed the cooled tea to Nanqiang, who finished it in one gulp.

"What's the current situation?" As the Red Cross Imperial Physician of the association, Nanqiang is still worried about the future of the entire city.

"It will be fine, don't think about it for now." Zhang Yang didn't want Nanqiang to continue to be so tired, so he took the initiative to change the subject:

"Do you remember our life before we crossed over?"

"Of course." Nanqiang picked up the teapot and refilled it:

"The first time we met was because of your kindness."

"I was really unlucky that day. Not only was my teammates bombed when I opened the main guest room, but the person I beat was also licked by them."

"In the end, they left quickly and were unwilling to take me with them." Nanqiang seemed much older when he woke up.

Because of the light, there were even a few strands of silver hair on his head.

"Why didn't you hit me then?"

"Me?" Zhang Yang recalled the scene at that time. He clearly fired the shot.

As a result, one gun was out of bullets and the other gun jammed.

"You are lucky, the gun jammed." Zhang Yang did not hide anything and told the truth bluntly.

"Haha." Nanqiang chuckled: "Then why did you give me so many memory sticks?"

"If you kill too many people, you won't be able to take them with you." Zhang Yang drank the tea and tasted the sweetness that followed the bitterness.

"I wonder how Zhang Qi is doing..." Nanqiang lowered his eyes, which happened to fall on the stack of newspapers on the table.

"I left the mountains this time just to find you." Zhang Yang turned his head and found Nanqiang staring at one of the newspapers.

The newspapers here are full of text, consisting of large and small anecdotes. I don’t know which force is so capable of collecting information from all over Carmona.

"Look at this man." Nanqiang handed the newspaper "Legend of the Golden Sea - Gambler Ron" to Zhang Yang.