National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

"Oh my god, T!" Nanqiang was stunned. That was a head-mounted T7 thermal imager!

“Is there such a big shot here?”

"Don't you see what season it is? Everyone has a T now!" Zhang Yang didn't care. In his previous life, his warehouse was already full of Ts.

"Then let's..."

"Let's go and ask around." Zhang Yang did not walk directly towards the man with thermal imaging in the distance, but walked first towards the man with rat eyes who was selling cigarettes nearby.

"You girl." The south wall greeted.

"Sir, would you like to buy some cigarettes?" Although it was Nanqiang who waved first, the man with rat eyes felt that Zhang Yang had an extraordinary aura.

"I want to buy something." Zhang Yang directly handed the rat-eyed man a stack of Cohen coins.

About three thousand.

"Oh, sir, I am so sorry. I have everything you need."

The other party was also an intelligent person. He understood Zhang Yang's meaning at the glance and nodded obediently.

"What's the origin of that thermal imaging?" Zhang Yang secretly pointed at the man wearing thermal imaging in the distance.

What he wanted to buy was naturally not something specific, but the "information" here.

"Oh, that guy. I don't know his name, but this kind of person is very common here."

"Oh?" Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes slightly. When did thermal imaging become so common?

“You may rarely see them outside your area, but here we see them everywhere. The team they form has a common name - Team T.”

"Team T?" Nanqiang pricked up his ears. Why did this term sound so familiar?

"Let's just say that they make up a large proportion of the Doz River jungle's danger!"

"What do you mean?" Zhang Yang asked with interest.

"Except for the post station, everything else here is very chaotic. In addition to the escort business of the mercenary group, there are also some people who like hunting."

“But what we are ‘hunting’ is not wild beasts, but ‘people’!” The rat-eyed man’s voice became noticeably smaller when he said this. He put his palms to his mouth and looked around.

"People?" Zhang Yang and Nanqiang looked at each other, thinking that the three thousand Cohen coins were really worth it.

"Let me tell you this, the food chain in the Doz River Jungle is actually like this."

"The lowest level is naturally the merchants and other ordinary people, followed by the beasts and civilian hunters. Above them are the bandit forces with more people!"

"There are even more major mercenary groups. The individuals in the mercenary groups are also called guards. The strength of the escort team they form should not be underestimated!"

"But the mercenary group is not at the top of the food chain here. There is a group of "madmen" whose strength is far above them..."

"The ones with T?"

"Yes, they often team up with other tanks, and everyone takes the lead! In the Doz River jungle at night, they kill people without restraint. Sometimes they even kill mercenaries!"

"So fearless?"

"This is normal. There is only one rule in the Dozi River Jungle, and that is that there can be no conflict within the post station."

"No one will care what you do once you leave the post station!"

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

"These people are so powerful, why should we stick to the rules? We are all desperate, how can the rules be effective?"

Zhang Yang knew very well that any rules were made by the strong.

If even Team T, which is at the top of the food chain, has to abide by the rules at the post station, it means that there is a force that is far stronger than Team T.

"We have to talk about the biggest force here - the Mercenary Alliance."

"Mercenary Alliance?"

"Yes, as you can see, there are actually quite a few post station guards passing through the post station. They are from the Mercenary Alliance, and their purpose of existence is to maintain order here."

"This [Mercenary Alliance] is made up of 16 mercenary groups. Once outside forces interfere here, they will unite as one and jointly defend their interests."

"16 mercenary groups?" Nanqiang couldn't count them with both hands, and his brows frowned unconsciously.

Is this too much?

"But this alliance is actually extremely fragmented, and there are rarely any unanimous opinions among them. In essence, as long as they unite together, they will definitely be considered a first-rate force across the continent."

"But everyone knows the reality. Apart from maintaining the rules of peace in the post station, this alliance has no actual actions or functions. In addition, there are constant conflicts between the various mercenary groups, so the outside world does not take the [Mercenary Alliance] seriously."

"So that's how it is..." Zhang Yang finally understood that the post station was the last harbor in this jungle, a place for travelers to rest and trade.

But once you leave the post station, it all depends on your strength. No wonder the "escort" business here has developed so vigorously.

And those mercenary groups make money from the "escort" business.

At this point, rules and interests form a closed loop.

"How many post stations are there in this Doze River Jungle?" Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows and continued to inquire.

"You've asked the right person. I've been doing business here since I was a kid, so there's nothing I don't know."

"There are five post stations in the Dozi River Jungle. The distance between each post station is about 20 kilometers. The major post stations are evenly distributed in the jungle."

"I have brothers in every post station!" The man with rat eyes said with great pride. After all, they are the foundation of his livelihood.

"Then you should have a map of the Doz River Jungle, right?" Zhang Yang then took out two thousand Cohen coins.

"Of course." The rat-eyed man took the money and took out a blueprint from the hidden pocket in his chest.

"This one is the most detailed, and it also includes the contact information of my brothers from other post stations."

"Wow, you are still a chain business." Zhang Yang smiled knowingly after seeing the [Shu Shu Life] logo marked on the map.

"Of course, our brand is trustworthy! The praise rate is 100%!" The man with rat eyes patted his chest.

"By the way, don't those tanks have fixed teammates? The cost of thermal imaging is quite high."

Zhang Yang then pointed to the thermal imaging man in the distance. He seemed to be waiting for someone to form a team, but no one came after waiting for a long time.

"You're right. You only have one life." The rat-eyed man chuckled. "Although they are at the top of the food chain in the Dots River Jungle, they will kill each other if they meet their peers."

"When two teams of Ts meet, only one team of Ts will survive. This is an iron rule."

"After all, when you put on the thermal imaging, you won't recognize anyone."

"So even though they are at the top of the food chain, their survival rate is actually not very high. Even if some of them survive, they almost never have any teammates left."

"So generally, people in this industry go to the square of the post station to form a team. There is rarely such a thing as fixed teammates."

"Like this..." Zhang Yang held his chin with his left hand and looked at the man wearing thermal imaging in the distance.

His armor was very large, almost covering his entire chest, which also made it impossible for Zhang Yang to see what level of armor he was wearing.

However, the helmet is a 03 heavy head, so it must be top-level equipment.

"Their team requirements are very strict. At least they have to start with the same tank, and they have to use head-mounted sights. Thermal imaging sights are not enough."

The man with rat eyes caught Zhang Yang's gaze and continued to add to it.

"Thank you." Zhang Yang gave him another thousand in tip and signaled him to leave.

"If you need anything, sir, just wave at me." The man with rat eyes retreated sensibly.

"The south wall."

"Ok?"

"Have you ever heard of...fake T?"