Black technology, starting from daily check-in

After Zhao Yu notified the higher-ups of the nano-medical machine information, the high-level executives acted quickly and began to prepare experimenters.

However, since Lin Yu did not give the number of experimental personnel, the above decided to select a representative for each case.

Soon, the news of the selection of experimenters quickly spread to various departments and localities across the country.

Eastern theater.

Tusk Special Operations Regiment, inside the office.

A middle-aged man with a resolute expression looked at the tall and straight young man in front of him, and said in a heavy tone: "Xiao Bing, the position that the old chief has arranged for you this time is to be promoted to the vice chairman of the Disabled Persons' Federation, which is equivalent to the vice chairman of the Disabled Persons Federation. Teacher, what do you think?"

"Chief, don't you want me anymore..."

Hearing this, Ding Xiaobing's eyes turned red, and he fixed his eyes on the middle-aged man, tears streaming out uncontrollably.

The middle-aged man lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the cuff of his empty right arm, lowered his head and said in silence: "What can you do if you stay, we are a fighting force."

"I know, chief, but I don't want to sit in the office at the back. I want to stay here. Even if I only have one hand, I can train, shoot, and fight."

"Chief, please let me stay, please, I can't leave here!"

Ding Xiaobing's eyes were red, and in his choked-up tone, there was an undisguised pleading.

He has lived here for more than ten years, and has long regarded this place as his home.

After leaving here, he felt that his whole life was dark.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man remained silent, but looked up at him with a complicated expression.

Ding Xiaobing, this is the best soldier under him. Since he joined the army, he has made many military exploits, and he was promoted to the company commander before. It can be said that he has a bright future.

However, in a mission not long ago, a sudden accident took away his right hand.

"Come on!"

After a long time, the silent middle-aged man suddenly shouted out the door.

The voice fell.

The soldiers standing guard outside the door rushed in immediately.

"Give him the gun!"

The middle-aged man pointed at Ding Xiaobing and ordered.

Without saying a word, the soldier on duty handed over the AK47 gun in his hand.

Ding Xiaobing hastily stretched out his left arm and took it.

"lift it up!"

Looking at Ding Xiaobing with the gun, the middle-aged man shouted in a stern tone.

Ding Xiaobing's expression turned serious, he gritted his teeth, and with difficulty held the gun flat on his chest with his left hand.

After a few minutes.

Ding Xiaobing's left arm was already wet with sweat and began to tremble slightly.

Even, the whole gun is making a soft sound.

However, he did not give up, but held on firmly, not letting the gun fall.

However, as time passed, his left arm trembled more and more frequently, as if he would be unable to hold it in the next moment.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man did not stop, but looked at the soldiers on duty, and continued to order: "Give him the bullet!"

"Yes!"

The soldier on duty quickly took out a box of long bullets and placed them on the table.

"Press the bullet!"

The middle-aged man's tone and attitude were still extremely fierce and aggressive.

However, Ding Xiaobing didn't hate it, but was very happy.

He put the firearm on the table, grabbed the bullet box, poured out all the bullets, then pressed the firearm with one knee, and began to reload clumsily with his left hand.

"Hurry up! You are so slow, you are still reloading when the enemy comes over!"

The middle-aged man had a serious tone and kept urging him from the sidelines.

Hearing this, Ding Xiaobing gritted his teeth and tried his best to speed up.

Even if his left hand was cut by the sharp bullet and the sharp-edged clip, he didn't care, and just continued to reload fiercely.

One!

two!

three!

The magazine gradually filled.

Every bullet is covered with his blood and sweat.

At this time, Ding Xiaobing's left hand was already dripping with blood.

Even the army green table was covered with large blood stains, which looked shocking.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers on duty next to him looked solemn and looked at Ding Xiaobing with admiration.

Finally, as the last bullet was pressed into the clip, Ding Xiaobing stopped what he was doing.

He grinned, and just looked up at the middle-aged man, his eyes still firm, as if nothing could shake him.

The middle-aged man was silent, walked up to Ding Xiaobing, took the magazine full of bullets, put it on the table, and said: "With your reloading speed, if you stay in the army, you will be a platoon leader at most."

Hearing this, Ding Xiaobing finally showed a bright smile on his sweaty face.

"Chief, as long as you can stay in the army, let alone be a platoon leader, even if you let me be a soldier!"

The middle-aged man did not speak, but felt a little heavy in his heart.

at this time.

An old man with white temples, who was not angry and pretentious, walked in from the outside.

"Old Chief! Why are you here?"

The middle-aged man was a little surprised.

The old chief nodded, then looked at Ding Xiaobing, and said, "Xiaobing, go back and pack your luggage, there is a car waiting for you outside."

"what?"

Ding Xiaobing was taken aback.

Immediately, he quickly realized that the old chief wanted to leave the army.

So, he quickly pleaded: "Old chief, don't drive me away, the chief has agreed to let me stay in the army just now."

"Look, even if I only have one hand, I can still reload. I'm no worse than others. Trust me, don't drive me away."

As he spoke, Ding Xiaobing hurriedly picked up the magazines on the table and showed it to the old chief.

Looking at the eye-catching bloodstain on the magazine and every blood-stained bullet in the magazine, the old chief fell silent.

"Chief, please say something, we just agreed, you let me stay in the army as a platoon leader, you speak, we clearly agreed..."

Seeing that the old chief didn't speak, Ding Xiaobing's tone was already a little crying.

His bloody left hand was holding on to the middle-aged man next to him, like a helpless child.

He didn't expect that he finally passed the chief's test and saw hope, but in the blink of an eye, he was directly rejected by the old chief.

This huge gap from heaven to hell made Ding Xiaobing, a seven-foot man who bleeds but not tears, collapse a bit.

"Xiao Bing is right, old chief, I just promised him to let him stay in the army as a platoon leader with peace of mind. Even if you persuade me, I will not change my mind on this point!"

Holding Ding Xiaobing's blood-stained left hand, the middle-aged man looked at the old chief with resolute eyes, his tone sonorous and forceful.

"Hehe, I haven't seen you in a few years, but you are much tougher."

Hearing this, the old chief couldn't help but smile.

Then, under the serious eyes of the middle-aged man, the old chief said unhurriedly: "However, there is one thing, you two seem to have made a mistake, that is, I never seem to have said that Xiaobing will be given to Xiaobing." Kick out the troops?"

"This……"

Feeling the meaning of the old chief's words, the middle-aged man frowned, and asked suspiciously: "Then what do you mean by telling Xiaobing to go back to pack his luggage and have a car waiting outside?"

"That's the old man. I want to send him to a place where he may be able to heal his severed hand."

The old chief smiled and explained leisurely.

"What?! Can Xiaobing's severed hand be cured?!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but exclaimed.

Ding Xiaobing next to him was also stunned.

It turned out that the old chief didn't want to drive him away, but to heal his severed hand.

It was just a misunderstanding.

After figuring everything out, Ding Xiaobing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, what puzzled him was that his hand was already broken, so how could he treat it.

Could it be possible to reattach a hand to him?

"Old Chief, what is going on here?"

The middle-aged man was in a hurry and asked quickly.

"Why, are you not stubborn now?"

The old chief looked at him with a half-smile.

"Uh……"

The middle-aged man said with a wry smile: "Old Chief, don't make fun of me, I am thinking of Xiaobing."

"Hmph, I can't tell you the specifics. You just need to know that I have worked so hard to get this opportunity. You have to cherish it. Do you hear me?"

The old chief glanced at the middle-aged man, then looked at Ding Xiaobing, and said exhortingly.

"Yes! Guaranteed to complete the task!!"

With tears in his eyes, Ding Xiaobing roared firmly.

"Okay, the car is still waiting outside, hurry up, I hope I can see you in full when you come back."

The old chief waved his hand and signaled him to go back to the dormitory to pack his luggage.

Ding Xiaobing did not speak, but solemnly saluted the two chiefs, and then strode out of the office.

Under the watchful eyes of the two chiefs, when he left, his footsteps were a little less heavy and a little more brisk.