Le Zhengsi was shocked and the chill came again.

Graves led Hunter One to all the tortillas, as if it was a provocation from the ugliest face, "Pigs will never eat food."

This ugly old guy!

They actually said they were pigs?

"Then you..." Le Zhengsi's teeth grinded into a thread, and his palm rested on the gun beside him, what did he want to do.

Huo Xue grabbed Le Zhengsi's collar and shouted, "Calm down!"

This is the territory of Huazhong, where countless snipers lurk, how could this silly boy let the action take place?

It's so stupid!

Hunter One shook his tail, and his fine-brushed palms stopped in front of the pieces of cakes, making them free for food.

It chewed on this cake, licked the cake, and then stopped on another cake.

After the red and gray-black tongue saliva decomposes the sugar in the tortilla, leaving moist traces of saliva on each cake.

Even the team members outside the 203 dormitory looked at this scene and their eyes were about to fall out.

Le Zhengsi gritted his teeth and watched the tortilla that he had been training for so long before he waited for was ruined in the dog's mouth, his fingers clattering.

Others' expressions also changed drastically.

Huo Xue's lips turned pale. She hadn't eaten this morning and had no extra energy to fight against the instructors. She could only look down at Graves not far away with her eyes.

Finally, the dog sucked a few sips of soup and stopped eating. He squatted aside and looked at the few people obediently.

They thought Regaves did this to allow them to take better care of Hunter One, or to train the so-called absolute obedience.

But then Regoves's words made everyone understand what a humiliation that had been planned.

"Okay, Hunter One is full now. You can start eating too." Graves squatted down and smoothed the Hunter One, with a leisurely tone, as if all the team members were not as good as a dog.

When the people in the 203 dormitory heard the second half of the sentence, they were stunned. Can they start eating?

"Now, lick all the cakes in front of you!" Graves's face changed, his leisurely expression disappeared completely, and his voice was filled with anger.

"What?" Everyone in 203 looked at each other. Not only did Le Zhengsi curse, but even Gong Yihe, a veteran who had always abides by the instructions of his superiors, couldn't help but question.

"Sir, this cake is no longer eaten..."

"Bitches are raised! You still let us eat after licking the dog? Why don't you die...uh...ah..." Le Zhengsi couldn't stand such humiliation and looked unwilling. But before he finished speaking, he was kicked over by the assistant teacher beside him.

The vicious whips whipped him one after another, and the military boots that were cut off the people at the bottom kept falling on his head. One step was more and more fierce, and the pain hit the whole body.

Graves's hellish voice came from above, saying things he had repeated for an hour. At first, he felt bored, but at the end he tried to break through the psychological alert that some people had already been defeated.

"Why? Don't want to eat? Yes, go there and ring Wu Zhong. As long as the bell rings, you can go home to eat steak and drink milk, and you don't have to endure such humiliation anymore!"

Le Zhengsi glared at the instructor with a strong voice, "I won't knock!"

Graves sneered, looked at the 2030s, and repeated the order he had just made.

"Eat the tortillas without knocking! If you don't finish it within ten seconds, get home."

"Go home if you go home!"

Before the people in the 203 dormitory could speak, someone rushed out of the team. His face was tired but with a turbulent anger, he threw his bag to the ground, pointed at Graves, and his eyes torn.

"No. 34 is right! This is not training at all... it is humiliation! It is a warning given to us by Huamai!"

Gather all the million-level single-order killer elites and find an ugly instructor from the so-called hunter school to force them to eat the food that the dog licked. What isn’t it humiliation?

The Chinese servants must be humiliating them!

Warn that no matter how much money they make, they are not even as good as a dog in the Chinese commission! Don’t be proud!

"Report to the sir, I'll quit!"

With this call, the people who were about to leave actually threw their guns on the ground one by one. As expected, there were nearly two hundred people all the way!

But even if you put yourself in your shoes, you can know the general idea. Those who come here must be proud of having all their skills.

You can carry water, gas can be smoked, whips can be taken, and insults can be endured, but that is all for training!

Is it still training to eat food that dogs have licked? This is definitely not something that humanitarian organizations can do! Instead of staying in and being humiliated, it is better to leave as soon as possible! You can still suffer less!

Killing and robbing?

Where can't you do it?

So what if the Chinese commission pays more?

Why bother with taking more orders and earning more?

Wu Zhong's voice kept coming, and one person after another was holding his luggage hesitantly.

In the end, he still sighed, threw them on the ground with a ferocious face, ringing Wu Zhong, leaving with unwillingness.

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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