Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Ta, ta, ta...

The medicine dripped, drop by drop, into the dripping pot.

In the intensive care unit, Jiang Kunpeng, who was seriously injured and unconscious, slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing you see is the medicine hanging by the head of the bed, then the ceiling and the fluorescent light.

"I, am not dead?"

Jiang Kunpeng tried to move, but his whole body was in excruciating pain; even the slightest movement felt like being pricked with needles.

He couldn't move; his body seemed to be immobilized, with only his fingers able to move slightly.

"To be so badly injured and still pull through, you truly are a tough guy in our navy!"

At the bedside, the two leaders of the amphibious command, Jiang Shan and Wu Honggang, spoke with emotion.

Jiang Kunpeng also noticed the two out of the corner of his eye, and immediately became agitated: "Commander, what about the others? Have the fishermen been rescued?"

On the island, due to his severe injuries, he fought with all his might for one last blow, but before he could even see the result, he completely lost consciousness.

He had no idea what happened after that; when he opened his eyes again, he was in a hospital room.

Therefore, he was eager to know the final outcome of the battle.

"The fishermen have all been successfully rescued; you have accomplished your mission exceptionally well."

"How are they? Are they alright?"

Wu Honggang fell silent.

Jiang Shan seemed to find it difficult to speak.

"Three members of the team were killed."

"Eight people were seriously injured but have just been pulled out of danger. Qing Tian and Zhang Hui sustained minor injuries."

"You were the first to wake up among the seriously injured."

Quiet.

The ward fell into a deathly silence.

Jiang Kunpeng, who is usually very talkative, suddenly found himself choked up.

In this battle, they killed many enemies, but also lost three comrades.

Although the mission was successfully completed, and the trust of the organization and the people was not betrayed.

But Jiang Kunpeng found this outcome unacceptable. If he could, he would give his own life to save those three people.

Anyway, I have no one to rely on and no one to care about. If I die, I might as well die and at least be recognized as a martyr.

Moreover, even if those who are seriously injured recover, they will most likely not be able to regain their former fighting strength.

The opponent was too ruthless and terrifying. The way they toyed with the dragon shark like a cat playing with a mouse left it completely battered and bruised.

The saying "the more you sweat in peacetime, the less you bleed in wartime" was vividly embodied at this moment; even when he was conducting exercises with the Jiaolong Special Forces, Jiang Kunpeng had never felt so passive or so frustrated.

At that moment, the desire to become stronger took root in his heart, especially after he learned that some enemies had escaped successfully, he was even more determined to avenge his fallen comrades.

No matter which elite force of America these people are, they must be slaughtered no matter where they are!

"Sir, there's one more thing. Back then..."

Jiang Kunpeng had only spoken half a sentence when the door to the ward was pushed open again.

The person who came in this time was a senior colonel with a strong and broad build, wearing an army service uniform.

Beside him was a man in a suit carrying a briefcase.

"Hello, Chief!"

"You two, go out first. The organization wants to have a talk with him."

"Sir, he just woke up, could we wait...?"

Old Hui glanced at him, and Wu Honggang, who prided himself on his fiery temper, immediately fell silent.

Jiang Shan pulled him aside, and the two of them left the ward with awkward smiles, closing the door behind them.

Outside the ward, there were two men in suits standing, but it was unclear which unit or department they belonged to.

Out of curiosity, Jiang Shan asked, "Comrades, who are you...?"

The man in the suit pulled out his badge: "National Security."

Jiang Shan and the other person exchanged a glance, immediately understood, and moved far away from each other.

Old Hui pulled up a stool and sat down next to Jiang Kunpeng. He first gave a token compliment on Jiang Kunpeng's performance in battle and his determination to die for his cause.

Then, in a serious, almost routine manner, he said, "You must not disclose to the outside world what you saw on the island or the people you encountered in any way."

"Those who disobey will be punished as traitors."

Jiang Kunpeng's pupils trembled slightly.

When they accepted the mission, they were told that they had to complete it, never reveal their identities, and never become prisoners of war.

Although it was a secret mission with confidentiality regulations, the previous level would at most result in a military court-martial.

Being charged with treason is the most severe punishment imaginable, essentially the same as execution...

Originally, the person behind him was going to take out a document and have Jiang Kunpeng put his fingerprint on it.

But Old Gray raised his hand to stop him: "He's a hero. He can sign it himself once his injuries have healed."

"Yes."

By doing this, Lao Hui not only preserved Jiang Kunpeng's dignity but also showed respect for the hero.

Under such circumstances, they would hold the line to the death and risk their lives to help the fishermen evacuate.

This spirit is admirable and deserves recognition.

However, some things still need to be done according to the rules.

After all, since it involves a "farm," we must be extremely cautious.

The high degree of secrecy is also the main reason why the West and the outside world have been unable to gather effective information about this team for so many years.

Just as Lao Hui turned to leave, Jiang Kunpeng called him back and asked, "Are they soldiers?"

Old Gray stopped in his tracks: "You're too weak; you're not qualified to know."

The ward door closed again, and Jiang Kunpeng clenched his fists tightly on the hospital bed.

too weak.

too weak.

You have too many!

After so many years in the military, his desire to become stronger was stronger than ever before!

If he had been stronger, if he had been like his opponents, like that group of masked men, perhaps the casualties wouldn't have been so heavy...

......

"It is reported that two America helicopters recently took off from Naba Air Base and crashed into the sea during training, killing all the crew members. It is suspected that the accident may have been caused by improper maintenance... This is a special report from SNK."

In Osaka, at an izakaya (Japanese pub) on the street, a television is broadcasting recent news.

Locals, gathered in twos and threes around the bar, were drinking beer and treating the unexpected incident as a topic of conversation.

From the words of this group, it can be seen that the local people have mixed feelings of love and hate towards the American troops stationed there, and their mentality is complex and distorted.

At the end of the road was a bar, with sexy posters of waitresses hanging on the walls.

"Hello sir, how many are in your party?"

"Three."

At the entrance, Qin Feng, dressed in a sharp suit and looking every bit the corporate slave, held up three fingers and responded in perfect Japanese.

The manager bowed and smiled, then invited the three into the restaurant and arranged booths for them.

They were then allowed to choose their drinks and the female waitresses who would accompany them.

Qin Feng waved his hand and said to take a look first, and he would call him when he had made his choice.

The foreman bowed and withdrew, while Qin Feng, with his legs crossed, continued flipping through the pages.

"That's not good?"

"Yes, I also think it's not quite appropriate."

“I have a wife and kids, why would I come to a place like this?”

"I'm getting married soon. If she finds out, she'll skin me alive!"

Qin Feng rolled his eyes at Xu Wu and Fang Qin, who were unharmed beside him, and said irritably, "Then you two go, I'll do it myself?"

The two men chuckled and approached, saying, "How can we do that? It's such a dangerous mission. We're not comfortable letting you risk your life alone."

"Um, how much is the budget? Can you order something more expensive?"

"If I could, I'd like to critically select all these female Japanese devils!"

Qin Feng raised an eyelid: "The bottom line of male virtue that you two have is really fucking loose!"