National Breakout: My firearms proficiency is at full level

"Zhang Yang? What do you want to do with him?" Zhang Qi remained vigilant. As far as he was concerned, his brother had never had any interactions with outsiders.

"We are from the Super Power Club. We admire Zhang Yang's performance very much, so we came to visit him and seek his advice."

"Guidance?" Zhang Qi looked back at the south wall.

"Visiting?" A puzzled look appeared on Nanqiang's face.

"Of course, we are not asking for the great master's advice in vain. We have prepared a box and many generous gifts." The man in the suit smiled and took out a gift box.

The gift box is the size of a palm, a black square, and is wrapped with an exquisite ribbon.

The item inside looked like something like a watch.

Zhang Qi was about to reach out to take it, but the man in the suit retracted his hand and refused with a smile.

"This is for Mr. Zhang Yang."

"Oh oh."

"Excuse me, is Mr. Zhang Yang here?"

Knowing that Zhang Yang couldn't be a kid like Zhang Qi and Nanqiang, the man in the suit asked again.

"Oh, my brother is probably still in the dungeon. I'm his younger brother, so he can come to me if he has any problems." When Zhang Qi heard that the other party was here to ask for advice, he immediately became interested.

It was then that Zhang Qi noticed that the man in the suit was wearing a black thing that looked like headphones on one of his ears.

"I'm his apprentice, you can ask me too!" Nanqiang heard the conversation between the two and walked from the sofa in the living room to the door, looking very interested.

"I'm your brother!"

"I am also the only disciple!"

The two people who didn't know Zhang Yang's whereabouts thought that Zhang Yang was in the dark zone copy, scrambling to show himself.

"Oh, this time we plan to invite Zhang Yang to our training camp to take a look and talk to our fighters about consciousness."

The suit man's target seemed to be only Zhang Yang, and he explained hesitantly.

"Oh, actually it's almost the same, we are his teammates! I, Zhang Qi!" Zhang Qi patted his chest, trying to find the look of "it's you" in the eyes of the man in the suit.

But the other party seemed unperturbed.

"I'm Nanqiang, and I'm also Zhang Yang's teammate!" Nanqiang also came to join in the fun, with the same expectant look on his face.

"It can be said that without us, there would be no new version of Carmona today!"

"Yes! We played an absolute role in the team's points!" The two of them spoke to each other, as if it were true.

From a certain perspective, they both played an absolute role in the points.

Because Zhang Yang alone couldn't carry so many supplies.

The man in the suit glanced at the two of them, his vague eyes revealing something unknown, and then he smiled.

"Since you two are also Zhang Yang's friends, please come with me first." The man in the suit turned around and made a gesture of invitation.

At the same time he pressed something on his ear, as if listening to something.

"Aren't you waiting for my brother? He will probably come out of the game soon." Zhang Qi blinked his clear eyes and asked curiously.

"Oh, his game is different from ours." Nanqiang said indifferently: "It will take at least 25 minutes."

"We will pick up Mr. Zhang Yang later. You two can come with me first." The man in the suit smiled slightly and then maintained a gesture of invitation.

"Okay." The two brothers agreed quickly. Why would they go against something delicious?

Walking up the stairs, the two brothers continued to flatter themselves.

"As Zhang Yang's teammates, we actually know a lot about the dark zone!"

"Yeah, after all, I've been with him every day, and I've been influenced a lot." Nanqiang smiled shyly.

Downstairs, a Maybach was parked, and two men in suits stood next to it.

They wore sunglasses, stood with their hands behind their backs, and looked serious.

In the distance, there were some middle-aged ladies pointing at the luxury cars, a typical community intelligence station.

"Get in the car." The man in the suit gestured for invitation.

"Maybach?" Nanqiang was slightly stunned. Are all clubs so rich nowadays?

But why haven’t I heard of that [Super Awesome Club]?

"Wow, a luxury car." Zhang Qi didn't see anything wrong and got in first. Nanqiang had some doubts but didn't think much about it.

After the two got in the car, the two bodyguards who were outside the car came in from the left and right doors respectively.

The man in the suit smiled barely noticeably and got into the driver's seat.

As the seat belts were pulled down, the hum of the Maybach echoed in the neighborhood.

……

"Um, I'll think about it." Zhang Yang changed his words, and the burly man behind the screen shrank back again.

Tang Xinhan was sipping his tea, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"You have such a big club, yet you still use such means?" After all, Zhang Yang is a man of steel, so it is impossible for him to give in like this.

"I didn't say anything, right? Oh, by the way, let me introduce you to our benefits." Tang Xinhan said innocently, and then took out a paper contract.

There was a small stack of black words on white paper.

"If Mr. Zhang Yang is willing to join our White Pigeon Club, we are willing to offer the highest price in the national market!"

"Annual salary of 50 US dollars!" Tang Xinhan said solemnly.

"50... US dollars?" Zhang Yang was surprised, and his worldview was somewhat shattered. Is the Dark Zone really so popular in this world?

What exactly are the rewards for the Dark Zone Global Tournament that attract so much capital?

"This is just the basic benefit. We White Pigeons also have many additional benefits!"

"Are there any more benefits?" Zhang Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was interested.

“After retirement, you can be assigned as a pigeon coach, and your salary is guaranteed to be at least 30% higher than the industry average!

"After the coach retires, his monthly pension will be 20% of his monthly salary as a thug!"