"Actually, there is another better way." The deadbeat lowered his head and muttered in a low voice.

"Tell me!" Since it was during the training interval and was just chatting, Zhao Li was not so rigid and kept people from thousands of miles away.

"We are government forces, we have the backstage, we have the armed forces, why not control the drug business in our hands?" When the deadbeat said these words, he kept lowering his head: "Since it is impossible to stop it, instead of making great efforts to attack, it is better to control it in our hands, at least to reduce some harm. Isn't it? Moreover, if you control these businesses, then..."

"Pa", a crisp slap in the face hit the deadbeat hard in the face.

"Shut up! These words can be said by us as government soldiers?" Looking at the deadbeat, Zhao Li scolded loudly: "Don't let me hear such words in the future!"

Dear Lai thought he had just said that he had said it to the air. Zhao Li had been insisting on this unrealistic fantasy. He was really a naughty person. It seemed that there was no hope of following him. Just when he was about to get up and return to the team, Zhao Li suddenly spoke.

"I understand what you mean!" Looking into the distance, Zhao Li seemed not talking to the deadbeat at all, but was talking to himself: "This kind of words should not be said in our mouths. You can think like this, but you must not say this!"

He raised his head in disbelief, and the deadbeat's eyes seemed to have changed a little light in an instant. Zhao Li was still talking to himself: "But, no matter what he does, he needs strong military support. Unfortunately, everyone here doesn't seem to be very diligent. We only have two masters at least level 8 who want to teach everyone some powerful skills, but no one can meet their requirements. Unfortunately, without strength, it's useless to say anything!"

"Okay, gather together, continue training!" After saying that, Zhao Li clapped his hands or started gathering, regardless of whether the deadbeat heard it or not.

The three or four consecutive days of high-intensity training made everyone complain. Zhao Li was almost cruelly abused these people. The only consequence of daily physical training was that everyone could sit down and fall asleep immediately after hearing the rest command.

Unfortunately, this little intention was forcibly deprived by Zhao Li. Rest is the best time to practice combat skills. Zhao Li asked that everyone should recover the true energy consumed in training as soon as possible at this time. In other words, it is unlikely to sleep.

"Kill me!" Finally someone could no longer bear this pain. When Zhao Li ordered another gathering, he vented. He threw the tactical backpack in his hand into the ground, and the person was on the ground: "Anyway, being targeted by those guerrillas will die, and being trained by you will die. You don't have to worry about it and beat us up. You can kill me directly!"

It seemed that this emotion was contagious. As soon as this guy jumped out, several people immediately jumped out, threw down their backpacks, and began to complain: "Every day, there is only physical training and practice, and you can't live such a life!"

Zhao Li looked at these people coldly without saying a word. Li Mengdie and Christine, not far away, saw that there was something wrong, and they had slowly stood up.

"Crazy", the backpack was carried by someone. In everyone's astonished eyes, the deadbeat, who had always been lazy, carried the tactical backpack and tightly fixed it on his body. Then, he started running without saying a word.

"He's crazy?" Everyone felt a little incredible when they looked at the scene in front of them. Zhao Li looked at the deadbeat's performance and a little smile appeared on his face.

"Hey, Lao Lai, what are you doing?" A guy standing on the ground shouted to Lao Lai from afar.

"I want to live with dignity!" The deadbeat's voice came from afar, accompanied by waves of footsteps.

I don’t know what thoughts the words of Lao Lai made. Soon, the gunman also carried his backpack and began to run. Then, one warrior after another carried the backpacks thrown on the ground and ran with Lao Lai.

It seemed that there was only the first guy left at the scene to throw his backpack and die. Zhao Li looked at him and sighed: "If you can increase the training intensity by 10% tomorrow, I can think that what happened just now hasn't happened!"

He looked at Zhao Li, then looked at the team that had already started to line up in the distance and continued running. The guy sitting on the ground gritted his teeth, carried his backpack, and chased towards the team in the distance.

"What method did you use to make those guys so conscious?" Li Mengdie felt a little incredible and walked over and asked Zhao Li in confusion.

"I gave them a chance to live with dignity!" Zhao Li replied.

No one would think that survival skills are rare. Just like, Zhao Li is a special training expert in theory. Moreover, the top students from two talented schools around him are also the best instructors for this kind of training.
Chapter completed!