Chapter 200： Law of the Jungle

The lobby on the first floor is dimly lit and mixed with the smell of alcohol and sweat. There are a few shabby sofas and tables in the lobby, and a few soldiers are playing cards. When Catherine came in, Alan couldn't see the respect that the soldier should have for his boss, but someone boldly cast his sight on the girl's chest. However, the man screamed in the next moment, and blood was gushing out of his eyes. The other soldiers shook their heads and spit at him and cursed: "Rookie, rookie who knows nothing about life and death."

Catherine then asked: "Where is your chief Maca?"

Soldier, look at me, I look at you, it seems that you don’t know where the chief is. At this moment, it seems that because of the unstable voltage, the lighting in the lobby creaked and the light suddenly became dim.

At the corner of Catherine's mouth, a smile was pulled.

"Maca..."

When Alan, who was standing behind her, heard such a sentence, he was startled to feel the tremendous pressure on his head. Following the flickering of the figure, someone seemed to pounce from the ceiling. The man slammed his hand to Catherine's chest, and was about to catch the crisp chest wrapped in the military uniform, but in front of him, the black military uniform spread from death to the face of suspicion Alan.

Catherine disappeared in place at some point.

The lights flickered, and in the interlaced light and dark, several collisions and men's humming sounded continuously in the lobby. The air currents collided and formed cyclones, forcing Allen and the others to retreat in the direction of the door. They couldn't see clearly what was happening in front of them, they saw two dark shadows entangled, collided, separated, and repeated. After such two rounds, it ends with a thumping sound.

The lights in the lobby became brighter.

I saw Catherine pressing the back of the man's hand with one hand, pressing the other's palm to the point of breaking, presenting a shocking angle. The girl raised her feet high, her military boots were stepping on a man's face, almost stepping his half face into the ground, and the intensity was gradually increasing. The sound of creaking bones made Allen and the other soldiers frightened.

"It's a pity..." Even if someone stepped on it, the man still reluctantly spoke, and squinted up and looked up: "It would be great if the major general was wearing a skirt today..."

"Marca, I should have said that next time you have to break your finger, it is not as simple as breaking your finger. This time, say goodbye to your wrist." Catherine said blankly, and at the same time she turned her hand, and the fracture sounded. . The back of the man's hand suddenly touched his arm, and the wrist bone was violently crushed by the girl.

The man’s pain was so painful that his tears flowed out with his nose, but he still had a reluctant smile on his mouth: "Fortunately, I thought my head would be crushed this time."

The smile on Catherine's face gradually expanded: "That won't be true. I will only break your leg next time I fail. But if I fail again, it will really crush your head."

"At least one chance." The man grinned.

Catherine lifted her foot, and the man got up from the ground and looked at Ellen and said: "So, this is a recruit?"

"That's it."

"Do you have anything to explain?"

"They are the people named by the general, especially this..." Catherine walked behind Allen, with her small face close to his cheek, and her small tongue licked Allen lightly: "You can't hurt their lives, except Apart from this, there is nothing else to pay attention to."

Alan wiped his cheeks vigorously, just as if he was swept by a snake with a snake letter, making him nearly attacking with a knife. Catherine put her smile away and walked towards the door: "They'll leave it to you, Marka. And..."

"Give you a suggestion. If you want a woman, it's better to change your goal. I'm not easy to mess with, and even if you get me, you will find that I don't necessarily have any fun at all."

Maca made a military salute with his other hand, and said, "Thank you for your advice, Major General. But my interest is a bit special."

"Be careful not to let it kill you." Catherine glanced at Alan, and the Stygian eyes surged and left.

"Okay, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Lieutenant Maca, the commander of these guys. Of course, including you now." Maca held his arm whose wrist bone was broken by Catherine, grinning: "As for us, there is a tradition. That is, every recruit who reports has to be tested, usually as long as they can beat any one of them. But you guys..."

"Since Major General Catherine personally brought it, it must be a big man, then you have to knock down all the guys in this building. Don't be afraid, there are not many, there are hundreds of people living in the building." Knowing whether it was the pain of the fracture or the psychological distortion, the smile on his face became extremely crazy.

Allen also found that there were more soldiers around him quietly, some people kept coming down the stairs, and some people went to close the door of the lobby, and everyone smiled maliciously. He exhaled and said to the two Willicks behind him: "It seems that this welcome ceremony is really grand."

Willick touched his fists and said, "Isn't it."

"Go on." Marka lightly drank, and the people stepped back, and the gaps that appeared soon were filled by soldiers who had spread the death.

The next day, when Catherine came to the dormitory building, she found that only half of the door was left, and the other half had been missing. The door frame fell and twisted, and the windows in the lobby were even shattered. The scene inside was even more messy, with the sofa falling over, the table falling apart, and the ground and walls stained with blood. The lobby was rare and quiet, and the faces of soldiers entering and exiting were all bruised, and Catherine's smile grew thicker.

"Oh, isn't this Major General Catherine? I came so early." Lieutenant Marka passed through half of the door, his right hand was bandaged and secured with a bandage. It seems that Maca did not participate in yesterday's gang fight, and his injuries were also given by Catherine.

Catherine said calmly: "You and the recruits seem to get along well."

"Men should use their fists to grow friendship, but Major General, you really brought a few ruthless characters. Yesterday, my soldiers did a good job of repairing them." Makar looked at the solidified blood around him and whistled. .

"Stop talking nonsense, go and call Alan, just say I'm waiting for him outside the building." Catherine turned and left.

Until she disappeared at the door of the building, Marca was reluctant to take back the gaze that had been staring at her ass, and then casually pulled a passing soldier and shouted: "Go up and call Sergeant Allen down."

A minute later, Allen met Catherine outside the building. The latter hooked his finger at him in the car: "Come on up, General Roussen wants to see you."

Alan has bruises on his face, slightly swollen mouth corners, and some injuries. Catherine drove the driveway: "Now you should have some understanding of the spread of our deaths."

"Indeed, if it wasn't for the military emblems of death spread everywhere in the fortress, I almost thought I was in the dark street. Don't you have any order?" Allen shook his head. He couldn't figure out how such a legion became a federation. Of the elite army.

"Who said no." Catherine said: "There is only one rule for death spread, that is, the strong dominate the weak. Maca can't beat me, so he can only obediently obey his orders, even if I tell him to die, he will not hesitate for a second. . But if he beats me one day, then I have to listen to him, even if he asks me to take off my clothes in public and let him play, I will do it.”

"It's just that this kind of thing will never happen."

"So, what you follow is the law of the jungle?" Allen said.

"What's wrong with the law of the jungle, the strong survive, and the weak eliminated. In this battlefield, there is no room for the weak to survive."

Allen looked at her and suddenly said, "So what about you, is there anyone you want to defeat?"

"Of course... here." Catherine raised her head, and the command building of the Shadow Fortress was in front of her. The building is shaped like a spire, soaring upward. Catherine looked in the direction of the highest point and said softly: "The person I want to defeat is on the top floor of the building."

Hearing what she said, Ellen probably knew who she wanted to defeat.

He was eating breakfast when he saw Lu Sen. The general's breakfast can only be described as rich. A long square table is filled with food, from desserts such as vegetable salads and fruit juices to staple foods such as grilled meat steaks and bread. With a knife and fork in his hand, Lu Sen quickly delivered the food into his mouth. When Alan and Catherine came in, he just nodded, and then succinctly said to two nearby chairs: "Sit down and eat together."

Catherine sat aside unceremoniously, and with a finger hook, a silver bowl of salad flew into her hand. After quickly sweeping the salad and vegetables in the bowl, she pulled over a plate of barbecue, not knowing what kind of beast's steak, and grilled it three-way through. The steak was still dripping with blood, but Catherine just poured the sauce from a silver bottle next to it, and cut the steak into chunks with a knife, and then put them into the small mouth one by one with a fork.

"Why, have you eaten breakfast?" Lu Sen looked up and asked. He had just eaten a steak with blood on his mouth, like a ghost.

Allen shook his head.

Lu Sen laughed, with a sullen smile: "Then what are you waiting for, if you don't act, it will be eaten by me and Catherine."

Allen had to sit down, took the juice and bread and ate it. Rusen shook his head and said: "Boy, there will be no food that falls from the sky in this world. You have to grab anything with your own hands if you want to eat. If you eat something like yours, Catherine and I will wait for everything. Sweep all, you have to be hungry. Today is hungry, tomorrow you may have to starve to death."

Allen seems to understand something ate up the bread in twos or twos, reached out and grabbed a plate of barbecue and ate it. Lu Sen nodded, and the three of them all let go and chewed, and finally swept away the contents of the table.

Lu Sen exhaled and wiped his mouth and face with a wet towel before standing up and saying, "After breakfast, I have to talk about business. Tell me boy, how did you think about it yesterday?"

"If I give you the technology of the fierce rifle, will the general let us go back?" Allen asked directly.

Rusen walked behind him and stretched out his hand to press Alan’s shoulder and said: "Listen, I don’t like bargaining. But for you, I can make an exception. Leave the technology of the fierce rifle, your two friends You can leave. But you can't. I need you to develop other magic weapons for our army."

"In that case, I don't know if the general has thought about it, my teacher might be unhappy."

"Then wait for the little woman in Windsor Bello to come and tell me to ask someone." Lu Sen said lightly. r1058

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