"Bang!"

Anto was thrown into the water. The water was so cool and there were ice floating on the water.

He had just finished a four-mile beach "walk", and then he did two consecutive sets, forty push-ups, and was hot and soft, and was stuffed into the shower room by the instructor. While they were still wearing full jacket training uniforms, including supporting training caps, tactical gloves, and combat boots - don't think this is what people usually think, with shower pods on it, and the water sprayed out from it is also a public shower with very suitable temperature and force - Anto didn't know what others thought, the only thing he could think of was that he had done a high-pressure contactlessness that he had known certainly.

Fully automatic car washing equipment, but what I saw before was washing cars, but now they were washing people (non-human). Although the water pressure did not reach the terrible 70.~80 kilograms square centimeters, it at least reached the level of a general high-pressure water gun. Fortunately, the side walls, ceilings, and floors of this closed room have sprayed violently, and they would not fall into place. Fortunately, the ubiquitous sand was almost washed away. In fact, Anto felt that his skin was also gone... For the first time, he knew that he could wash himself very clean while wearing clothes.

When he was thrown into the water, he was almost certain that he would have muscle spasms, but he obviously didn't have this time. The instructors asked them to bury their heads in the water to swim, teaching them how to turn their heads gently in the water to breathe, instead of lifting their heads out of the water and breathing, so that the water surface can be kept calm. They also demonstrated the standard swimming method of the Marines, which is a side swimming method, which is extremely fast if they wear flippers. In addition, in the next few months of practice, they will also learn how to pedal, paddle, and slide in the water. These are only the basics of underwater swimming techniques, allowing them to accurately measure distances and accurately swim toward their targets underwater.

The young thug didn't know how he persisted. He felt that he was really kind-hearted in the past, like an old lady who squinted her eyes or knitted sweaters in the sun, raising more than a dozen stray cats. The instructor brought them not only the torture of the ****, but also the spiritual ones. They kept mocking and cracking, using any vicious words they could imagine, to defame you as worthless when you were about to be proud of yourself, or to tell you directly that he was going to fire a few people before they gave up on their own, because they couldn't join this time, and some would never join. When they said this, they always looked at you meaningfully, as if you were one of the "they".

"The only two things that will not be missing here are sea water and newcomers." The instructors said, behind the dormitory door, your headboard and the walls of the restaurant, there are all the way to exit. As long as you say "I gave up", the instructors will arrange a car to take you away. You can even choose to exit during training, and the car will pick you up at the training ground... The instructor once announced loudly that the person he chose to withdraw does not mean that he is a loser. On the contrary, he is a very good guy because he at least has self-knowledge and will not waste the country's money, facilities, venues, and not stupidly wasting his own time and life with others - at least much better than those who know that there is no hope but insist on showing how stupid and ignorant he is.

"You can give up at any time!" - After that night, Agnelli did not contact him directly, but his attitude was very clear. He prepared a spacious and bright retreat for Anto. If Anto could not withstand this inhuman training and decided to give up, then he could still become a young and promising second-level police superintendent through his "achievements". During this period, it will be recorded as a brief training and communication. It will not become a stain, but a glory - he is not a Marine reserve member who left halfway, but a senior police officer who received special operations training.

The Virgin is above, and the word "giving up" is often a beautiful naked woman, a box of drugs, and large bills are attractive. - I don't know how many times, when Anto staggers or sinks exhausted to the bottom of the water, the only word is circling on his head and tongue. If it weren't for that name, he would have been trampled into the mud and rotten but was given to the golden throne by people, he must have given up very early.

Alexander Sallyeri Ferdinand.

Anto never looked down on this standard young man - the first time they had to do with it, and it was probably the last time they had something to do with it, probably in the Triangle Sea Base a few years ago - he ordered his subordinates to take down the small plane carrying the three sons of the Salieri family.

Looking back now, everything started to break out of control from that moment - he was humiliated, assassinated, pursued, and commanded by Agnelli with that contemptuous attitude to hide in a hurry and carefully like a mouse with a door-handed end - all thanks to Alexander... Alexander, who means protector and ruler, is such a noble name. He once let the name roll over his tongue countless times, and laughed at its misrepresentation - he thought that Alexander, like himself, was also an illegitimate child, but a lucky illegitimate child, his father was willing to give him a surname, and his brother was willing to save him... and he was not even alone!

"This devil!" Anto cursed in a low voice. At the same time, a deep chill came from his heart - he remembered the things in the world, from the hot barrel to his cold fingers, and the ecstasy that swept his whole body and heart - he saw it very clearly. He indeed interrupted the bastard's body. The photos later showed that this was not an illusion - others might not be able to see what the blur was. But Anto could. This was his masterpiece.

"Very good! Young man!"

Anto suddenly broke free from his memories. He was greeted by the instructor's snow-white teeth.

"I can still think a lot during training. Dear. It seems that this kind of game is too simple and can no longer satisfy you - lie down on my back, stick your head out of the water. Wear flippers and a diving mask filled with water to do shallow water! Eighty times!"

"Yes! Sir!"

Anto shouted and answered. He made sure that Alexander Sallyery Ferdinand was indeed a disaster star.

***

The instructor watched the young man from Western Sardinia begin to be rated as "simply murder" by the students - his body was almost completely submerged in the cold sea water. It took him about twenty minutes to finish eighty shallow water, and the instructor kept clocking. This was done to prevent the students from being too low in temperature. Each instructor had a chart in his hand, which accurately wrote the longest time a person could last in a certain temperature of cold water. After all, this was training, selection, not murder.

"I don't understand why you put so much thought on him." Another instructor walked over and said, "He has been hanging out among the criminals for too long - have you seen his eyes? I have seen that look many times. In my scope, in prison, and on the execution ground, I always want to bite everyone's throat and drink their blood. He is full of unstable appearance. If he joins us one day, I will have to entrust his life to him one day, so I can't, and don't want this to happen... He should have been eliminated long ago. You know."

"Of course I know," the instructor stared at Anto. He accidentally choked on the water, his limbs were swaying, and his coughing was endless. He looked ridiculous and pitiful: "But he would be a good guy. I can teach him well. Look, I can."

The instructor who suggested eliminating Anto frowned in dissatisfaction, but before he said anything, the third instructor came over and pulled him away.

"Don't do that," he said, "his brother just died. It turned out that this guy was pretty good, but later he always mingled with some criminals. The family had long been cut off from him - who knew that one day someone told him that guy was dead - he was discovered by some people as an undercover policeman. He was missing, and I don't know when he would be made into canned cat food... People had to bury his identity certificate in an empty coffin with the national flag." He sighed, "Although this is helpless, he feels uncomfortable, so you can go there. Anyway... if that Anto did not meet the requirements in the end, he would still be fired."

"…A Marine Corps member who is not emotionally stable may ruin his partner, his squad, or even a war! …"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh … at least he is still qualified right now, right?" his companion said indifferently, and then he thought for a moment and continued: "Although we were asked to be ruthless, we are still alone in any case."

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Chapter completed!