"Dear Jiang, your actions are always so unexpected."

A fat and obese white man, who was nearly 50 years old, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, walked out of the car and came to the front with a smile. He pinched his palm with his short and thick arms covered with long hair and held it hard. He couldn't help but shouted loudly: "Welcome to Africa."

Fletcher Stearvan, the fourth-ranked French arms dealer in the Underground World, is also the source of weapons that some small African countries must rest for.

The tired Jiang Wanqi tried her best to squeeze out a reluctant smile: "I didn't expect that it would feel even more uncomfortable to sit in the bottom cabin of the cargo ship to travel around the world than going to hell."

Upon hearing this, Fletcher laughed. He patted the other person on the shoulder with his kiss: "Get in the car! I have arranged everything for you."

On the outskirts of the city, there is a white villa wrapped in thickly wrapped by palm trees. From the surface, its appearance is no different from ordinary buildings. But if a curious person wants to get closer and delve into a deeper look, he will be shocked to find that the guardians in black who are hidden in every corner of the villa can instantly turn themselves into ragged human flesh sieves.

The steaming Zelhu steak, the tender and smooth dried fruit trout tenderloin, the tempting aroma of foie gras paste cake, the fresh fruit I just picked, and the cool French red wine that was placed in an ice bucket. All the deliciousness of the mixed food on the dining table made Jiang Wanqi, who had just finished taking a shower and was wiping the wet hair on her head with a bath towel, and she couldn't help but feel aroused.

As a doctor, he always has access to various types of patients. Two years ago, Fletcher was accidentally frozen in all accounts in the United States. But at that time, his only daughter with congenital heart disease urgently needed some money to replace the organs. If Jiang Wanqi had not taken the initiative to provide this medical fund and forcibly changed the heart-changing order of a living old rich man who had not had a few years left, I'm afraid the girl would have passed away.

Fletcher always feels grateful for this Chinese doctor who is much younger than him.

He once wrote a blank check without a limit. However, Jiang Wanqi only filled it with the normal costs required for the surgery. Not a penny, but a penny was not enough.

He also wanted to repay his kindness in various ways, but he was rejected without exception. In desperation, he had to leave a secret phone number of his own, claiming that he could meet any doctor's requirements at any time.

"I need an identity that can not be found." After swallowing a mouthful of beef that had not been completely chewed, Jiang Wanqi exhaled: "It's best, there is a job that suits me."

"Work?" The arms dealer sitting next to him was stunned: "How..."

"I know what you think. You will give me a lot of money and let me live my life incognito." Jiang Wanqi, who pointed out the other party's thoughts, took a sip of cold red wine and continued: "But this is not the life I want. I want to take revenge. I want to take back all the things that should belong to me!"

"So that's it." Fletcher suddenly realized: "You don't have to worry about this. I can help you."

"You do owe me a favor." Jiang Wanqi stuck to her words and looked at him seriously: "But there are some things that I have to solve by myself."

...

The town of Moral is located on the edge of the Sahara Desert. It is also a human settlement that is gradually eroding and engulfed by wind and sand.

Fang Jie, wearing light yellow desert camouflage, jumped out of the jeep, and his thick rubber military boots stepped on the hot sand surface, and a burst of burning heat suddenly came.

Like all underground forces, in this almost dilapidated town, there is also a private armed force belonging to Fletcher himself.

"A Chinese? Interesting!"

In the dusty canvas tent, Chris, with blond hair and muscular muscles, looked up and down with interesting interest at the Asian man in front of him with a similar figure. As the most capable mercenary captain under the arms dealer, he always hoped that his boss could send him a qualified team doctor. But he never expected that the new medical officer who was unparalleled by Fletcher on the phone would be a Chinese with yellow skin and dark eyes.

In Africa, most of the people who eat the mercenary are strong European and American. Can a thin Asian person who is no different from a monkey?

He noticed the unconcealed suspicion in the other party's eyes, and Jiang Wanqi, who looked calm, couldn't tell the difference. He pointed to Chris' left leg and said, "Your leg has a slight sign of lameness. If I was right, it should be a muscle strain caused by accident during training in recent days. If I had used medicinal wine to massage, it would have been recovered long ago. However, you did not pay enough attention to it, and the wound has worsened now. The pain is much stronger than a few days ago."

"Your left shoulder was a little unconsciously leaning forward, which should have been caused by a large-scale scratch, which caused nerve blockage. If the person who was performing surgery at that time could pay more attention to the wound debridement, you would not have suffered this problem at all."

"In the end, your eyes are congested, red and swollen, and there are a considerable amount of leftovers in the corners of your eyes. As a doctor, I would like to give you advice: smoke less, drink less, drink more boiled water. And pay attention to your personal hygiene. Otherwise, even if these eyes are not thrown on the battlefield, you will become blind by the dust and sun in the desert."

Jiang Wanqi is very clear about the importance of taking preemptive action. Especially for mercenaries who deal with death all day long and are more eager than the top. Even with Fletcher's repeated care, if there is no real thing to be able to use as a shocking submission, they will only treat you as a bunch of useless garbage.

It should be admitted that what I just said was very effective.

Every time he talked about it, Chris would subconsciously look at the relevant parts of himself. The surprise in his eyes was also extremely high. Yes, as long as he carefully observed, there were indeed many people who could see these wounds. However, this was the first time he had encountered someone who could explain the reason and the correct treatment method in his life.

"Ok! Welcome, Dear Doctor!"

Unable to suppress the ecstasy in his heart, the mercenary captain opened his arms and hugged Jiang Wanqi's shoulders excitedly in the warmest way. You must know that there are hundreds of mercenaries wandering on this land of Africa, with more than 10,000 soldiers. However, it is even more difficult to find a few qualified and skilled doctors from them. Many so-called "team doctors" are just people who know a little about stopping bleeding and suture a simple first aid knowledge. After all, excellent surgeons who can determine the life and death of patients in critical moments will only treat rich people with generous salaries in big cities. It is impossible to go to Africa where birds do not shit to eat sand.

Like all mercenaries, the unit stationed in Moral Town also has its own name "Wolf of Fire". In the words of mercenaries, captain Chris is their wolf king.

The number of "Wolf of Fire" is not large, and the real core team members is only about fifty. Of course, this number does not include hundreds of slightly weak combat power, and is only treated as auxiliary mercenaries to cooperate with the group. However, everyone welcomes Jiang Wanqi, the team doctor who just arrived, to a considerable extent.

A good doctor, to some extent, is equivalent to the second life of a mercenary. He can save his life on a battlefield where bullets fly. This is more effective than any God's protection.

The clinic and resting place prepared for Jiang Wanqi is the best room in the town. He did not object to such an arrangement. At the same time, he also made his own request to Chris.

"It is my duty to treat the injured. However, I would rather be a warrior."

Jiang Wanqi's stubbornness left Chris helpless. After asking his boss for advice and receiving a positive answer, there was a cold-looking yellow man in the reserve training team of the "Wolf of Flame".

...

The unobstructed sunlight shines directly on the ground, burning the endless sand dunes to a boil. Walking barefoot on the gray-yellow sand surface, the tiny sand particles that penetrate into the toes are enough to burn the skin out of bubbles. The unstoppable heat floating on the dunes makes people want to suffocate.

"Fuck you all run faster for me. Are these damn lazy guys not even the strength? You are still men who pee while standing. Did you be the ones who were being turned over by countless hungry and resentful women last night? What kind of soft hands and feet look like?"

Grev, wearing a camouflage sweatshirt, stood on the top of the sand dune, roaring and scolding. The two-meter-high head and the round and protruding muscles from the chest, arms and other parts made him look like a polar bear with a ferocious face and a crazy roaring wildly.

As the instructor of "Wolf of Fire", Glev's entire training course is almost an enhanced version of the Russian special forces. Unfortunately, there are very few trainees who can pass the assessment smoothly.

On the circular slope with the sand dunes as the center, a group of people with different skin colors and disheveled faces ran. They looked dull and were hit by the trampled sand and dust, almost completely covering up their original faces. Apart from their barely opened eyes and nostrils that had to maintain their breathing, they could no longer find any extra empty space. Despite this, their legs and feet were still staggering, and under the torture of the scorching sun and the heat, they tried hard to move forward.

"Water, water..."

A tall mercenary murmured, subconsciously dragging his heavy legs with almost mechanical steps. The dust covered with his face had already covered the original skin color. The two rows of dry and wrinkled, and cracked and no longer had any wet lips, but were moaning hopelessly.

All trainees are enduring the torture of thirst. At this moment, their desire for water has already made them give up their hopes and longings to enjoy life and instead struggle on the brink of heat and danger of death.

Jiang Wanqi's appearance looks no different from others. For him, the 100,000-meter Tianhou patience training was just a physical exhaustion. As for the physiological lack of water caused by heat, it did not affect him at all.

As a doctor, he knew very well that this condition was not normal.

No organism on earth can violate the most basic natural laws. When the external temperature reaches a certain level, thirst, dehydration and other phenomena will definitely occur. However, from the beginning of training until now, he has not felt any discomfort in his body. At most, the sunlight shines directly from the top of his head is too dazzling, which makes his eyes want to subconsciously close.

This shows that there is no lack of water in the body. The only explanation is probably the mysterious cell that can overflow from the outside of the body to form biological armor.

He was even surprised to find that his physical fitness had reached an unprecedentedly powerful state. Whether it was a 50-kilometer off-road, or a simple force test, it could be easily completed. In the past, this was simply unimaginable. You should know that although he usually pays attention to physical exercise, it is far from the requirements of special professional soldiers. The reason for such a huge change is still caused by mysterious cells.

Based on his identity as a team doctor and the arms dealer Fletcher, Fang Jie easily obtained relevant medical devices. With the help of these precision instruments, he once again affirmed his previous judgment.

This should be a new type of cell that has not been discovered by humans so far. To be precise, it is a microorganism that is parasitized in the human body and relies on absorbing host energy to retain it. Of course, its "parasitics" are completely different from the conventional concept in the ordinary sense. This cell can optimize the reorganization and transformation of the host's physiological circulation system, bone strength, muscle flexibility, thinking ability, etc. while adapting to the most basic requirements of the human body. In the end, a nearly perfect powerful human will be created.

In this sense, it is not a completely predatory parasite. Instead, it is more like a transaction object that repays the host out of gratitude.

It is absolutely cruel to conduct 50,000 meters of endurance training in the dry and hot desert. As Lang staggered his footsteps entered the end line, the exhausted mercenaries grabbed the kettles that had been placed long ago and poured the cool liquid into their almost fire-breathing throats.

"These damn cowards seem to have to increase the training efforts."

Grev, who was full of anger, scratched his bald head covered in sand and walked into the bustling crowd cursingly. No wonder he was so dissatisfied. The endurance training of 100,000 meters is a normal training subject for the special forces. However, these recruits could only barely bear half of the intensity. Just because of these people, it is simply a fantasy to pass the assessment and become a qualified soldier.

In Africa, there are more people who eat mercenaries than ants. Of course, each person receives different commissions. From ace warrior who is proficient in combat to a novice who is not familiar with weapons, the commission difference ranges from millions to thousands of dollars. If you want to enter a first-class mercenary unit like "Flame Wolf", you have to receive a series of cruel training. Once you pass, you are a qualified mercenary who can get a high salary. Otherwise, you can only suffer in vain and accept the reality of being eliminated in shame.

Glev's duty is to discover enough warriors from these trainees and become the substitute for the "Wolf of Fire".

It was very disappointing. No one could pass the results of the initial endurance training. He even felt that it would be impossible for these guys who were already exhausted to complete the next project.

“Huh?”

Suddenly, the Russian instructor's eyes lit up. A slight ease of surprise appeared between his tense and unchanged anger.

In front of the well not far away, Fang Jie, wearing a camouflage sweatshirt, was holding a military kettle and slowly approaching his lips.

Compared with the crazy cow drinks that others have, he drinks very slowly and rhythmically. He sips in one sip. It seems that he is not drinking water at all, but savoring a drink with a unique taste.

Glev knew that this was actually the most correct way to drink water after strenuous exercise.

Although it takes time to drink it gently, it can ensure that the moisture is absorbed by the body in a short period of time, and will not cause asthma and cough due to sudden changes in temperature differences between the body and outside. The liquid slowly flowing into the throat can better satisfy physiological thirst.

Many people understand this. However, few can really do it. When the throat is so hot that it is almost crazy, it is difficult for anyone to resist physical desires and temptations.

"I finally found a more interesting guy."

Grev murmured to himself with a rare smile on his lips. Unlike most mercenaries, he, who once served in the former Soviet border defense forces, knew very well that the yellow-skinned Chinese soldiers on the border were not as weak as they imagined. The combat power and murderous intent they had were definitely comparable to the most powerful army in the world. However, his constant low-key and peace made the so-called military critics completely forget their existence while paying attention to equipment comparison.

Being able to remain rational when your desires are strongest. Such people are undoubtedly extremely calm and wise. As an opponent, they can only be described as terrible and powerful.

"Fortunately, he is ours."

While feeling moved, Glev couldn't help but think of another question about what level of physiological limits this guy can reach? Or, how long can he support training?

In the eyes of Russian instructors, this team doctor from China is obviously an alien. He did not take the test like others to get a high salary in order to enter the "Wolf of Fire" and get a high salary. Instead, he took the initiative to make a request on the premise of confirming that he had generous treatment. From this point of view, he seemed to have nothing to do with the noun "doctor" that should represent wisdom. He was more like an idiot who knew nothing.

Fifty kilometers of armed cross-country are normal training subjects for all military forces. However, in the eyes of African mercenaries, this is simply a painful torture that is even more painful than death.

Compared to the hot and crazy heat at noon, the sunlight near the evening is much weaker. The heat contained in the sand is also slowly dissipating. Despite this, the indicator numbers on the thermometer are still stuck between the scales above 35.

Jiang Wanqi ran at the front of the team expressionlessly. The 60-kilogram rucksack seemed to have no effect on him. His brisk and rhythmic steps left a series of uneven footprints on the smooth sand surface.
Chapter completed!