Gao Guang and Mike are self-funded trainees who went to the training camp of the PMC company to receive military training. This is very important.

If it's a new recruit, the first thing to learn in the army is obedience. This is the same in any country's army. But Gao Guang is only here to learn military skills, so the training content for strengthening obedience can be simplified or even canceled.

However, starting from the most basic content is inevitable.

Gao Guang met Thompson, a man with white hair but a young face. It's hard to judge his age by appearance alone. He is over 1.7 meters tall, not thin, but there are no obvious muscles. He always has a kind smile on his face, giving people a cheerful feeling.

The middle-aged man who received Gao Guang and Mike handed the folder in his hand to Thompson, then saluted and said respectfully, "Sir, these two students need to complete BCT and AIT, and complete MOS in OSUT mode, sir."

Sir, in most contexts, means "sir," but in many cases, sir also means "officer." But now, Thompson is dressed casually, so Gao Guang automatically regards sir as "mister."

Thompson opened the folder and looked up at Gao Guang, smiling, "Zero foundation but good marksmanship? Interesting."

Mike gently nudged Gao Guang with his arm and whispered, "Boss, what does he mean by BCT and the like?"

"BCT is Basic Combat Training, AIT is Advanced Individual Training, MOS is Military Occupational Specialty, and OSUT is One Station Unit Training. It means that all three types of training can be completed here."

Mike expressed admiration, whispering, "Boss, you know a lot."

"You didn't read the training content in the contract we have to sign. It's all clearly stated there."

Thompson quickly read the basic introductions and medical reports of the two people, including height, weight, any physical illnesses, and the parts they need to focus on learning. It was all written clearly.

Closing the folder, Thompson nodded at the instructor who brought Gao Guang and Mike in, smiling, "Leave them to me. You can go."

The instructor saluted again and left.

Thompson walked up to the two of them, holding the folder in his hand, and looked at Gao Guang with a smile, "The information says you have shooting talent. I'll have a chance to see it. But you're too thin now, you need to gain weight."

Gao Guang practices martial arts routines, and although weight is not deliberately controlled, it does need to be relatively light. Now the instructor wants him to gain weight. After thinking about it and analyzing the pros and cons, Gao Guang felt that there would be fewer opportunities to show off with flying kicks in the future, but there would be more life-threatening situations. Therefore, increasing weight to enhance combat capabilities is more important.

"Okay, um, how should I address you?"

"You can only call me one thing, Instructor."

"Okay, Instructor."

"From now on, you can only say 'yes' or 'no,' but you can't say 'okay,' 'maybe,' 'probably,' understand?"

"Yes, Instructor."

Thompson was very satisfied with Gao Guang's answer. He smiled and looked at Mike, pondered for a moment, and said with a smile, "It says here that you are dangerous and have extreme violent tendencies. You may attack authorities in front of you at any time, such as coaches. If I train you and say offensive things or make punitive demands, will it cause you to lose control of your emotions and attack me?"

Mike hesitated for a moment and said, "Sir, coach, no, Instructor, I take medication, so I'll be fine."

Thompson shrugged and said, "No, I don't trust medication. I trust my own strength more. How about this, you can hit me now, come, use your expertise to hit me."

Gao Guang felt a little panicked, while Mike frowned and said, "No, this is not good. I don't want to injure my instructor on the first day of training camp."

Thompson smiled and said, "Consider this a test. If I can't stop your attack in a fit of rage, then I'm not qualified to be your instructor."

Mike shook his head, then looked at Gao Guang.

Thompson smiled and said, "Mike, don't look at others. From now on, there is no boss here, only students and instructors. Or do you have to be angry to take action? Well, come on, you black sissy, let me see what you're capable of. Hurry up, you black worm..."

Why emphasize that Thompson is always smiling? Because he really has been smiling from the beginning to the end. And when he smiles and says a series of vulgar words, the sense of irony is even stronger.

The term "black sissy" can be used by Mike himself, and black people can say it themselves, but others absolutely cannot say it, otherwise it would be racial discrimination. But now, Thompson said it with great enthusiasm and enjoyed cursing.

Gao Guang couldn't help but say, "Instructor, it's better not to do this. He can be too..."Before Gao Guang could finish speaking, Mike couldn't help it and pounced on Thompson.

There was no warning before the attack, but Mike had a habit before attacking, which was to lower his shoulders to lower his center of gravity. Whether it was a powerful sprint or a wrestling move, he would always lower his shoulders before striking.

Mike had a beast-like body and explosive strength. He suddenly opened his arms and struck Thompson, who was just a meter away from him.

It seemed like Gao Guang spoke to distract Thompson's attention. Before Gao Guang could even scream, Mike suddenly froze as if he had been electrocuted or shot. His attack came to a sudden halt, as if someone had instantly severed his control over his body.

Mike curled up his body, knelt on both knees, and covered his lower abdomen with both hands. He fell to the ground in front of Thompson and writhed in extreme pain, but couldn't make a sound.

The kind of agonizing scream before death is a lie. True extreme pain cannot produce any sound.

What happened? It seemed like Thompson didn't move his upper body. He held a folder in his hands, and his shoulders didn't move. But he kicked Mike's...groin?

Gao Guang gasped and trembled, "A groin kick?"

Thompson smiled and said, "No, it's a move from gun-fighting combat."

"No, this is a groin kick!"

Thompson shrugged, "Call it whatever you want, but it's just a move in combat. As you can see, it's effective."

Mike finally managed to squeeze out a weak voice. He muttered like a mosquito, "Fuck..."

This volume and tone were even less effective than not cursing at all because it only made people more excited.

Gao Guang took a step back and anxiously asked, "How could you use a groin kick? He...he's still young."

Thompson smiled faintly and said, "She will be fine."

He didn't use the wrong pronoun. That's how Thompson referred to Mike.

Mike muttered in a low voice, "I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."

Thompson pointed at Mike and smiled, "The fact that he can speak now is the best proof. If I wanted him to die, or rather, if I wanted him to become her, he wouldn't be able to speak. Also, this is not a groin kick."

After saying that, Thompson smiled at Mike, who was lying on his side on the ground. "This is your first lesson. What have you learned from this lesson? That's right, don't attack your instructor, don't provoke your instructor, don't attack your instructor. If you haven't learned it, I will break your arm next time, and the time after that, I will twist your neck. Do you remember?"

Looking at the kind old man speaking with a smile, it still made people feel terrified.

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Mike had mental problems, but he wasn't stupid. So he really wanted to curse, but he didn't dare to, so he cleverly chose not to curse. He hesitated for a moment and finally whispered, "I remember."

Thompson nodded in satisfaction, opened the folder, and said, "Rest for fifteen minutes, then we'll start the physical fitness test."

Gao Guang wanted to say something, but he thought about it and didn't say it. He squatted beside Mike, looking concerned, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Mike's face was full of despair and pain, and tears flowed down. He trembled and said, "I think I'm done for."

"No, you're not." Thompson said with a relaxed expression, "Your worries are unnecessary. Besides, it's clearly stated in your information that you will undergo intensified combat training. How can you not bear a little pain?"

Thompson suddenly squatted down, looked at Mike seriously, and smiled, "Were you misled by the so-called no-rules fighting competition? Any sport that claims to have no rules actually has rules. True no-rules fighting wouldn't even mention the word 'rules'. Do you understand?"

Mike nodded.

Thompson continued, "You are a problem child, so I have to invest more energy in you. Well, how about this? I'll give you a privilege. You can launch a surprise attack on me at any time, anywhere, without any restrictions, and I can freely counterattack. I'll let you know what true no-rules fighting is like, okay? Don't worry, I'm canceling the warning against you. I promise not to break your arm or twist your neck. How about it?"

Mike opened his mouth, hesitated for a while, and finally said, "I'm not a child."

"No, you are. Now tell me, do you want to accept this additional reward or not?"

Thompson's face was full of anticipation, and Mike suddenly felt a little uneasy. So he looked at Gao Guang, who subtly shook his head, and immediately said, "No, I refuse. I...respect my instructor. I can't attack my instructor."

Thompson sighed and said, "I really hoped you would be a little braver. My combat course is very expensive. It seems like you've missed a good opportunity."Gao Guang didn't have time to hint, Mike couldn't stand it anymore, and he immediately said, "Okay, I accept! But you can't attack me actively, you can only counterattack."

Thompson nodded repeatedly, smiling and said, "Okay, okay, no problem. Be brave, young man. I look forward to your sneak attack. Work hard and don't let me get bored."

-----Off-topic-----

Sigh, took too many sleeping pills, woke up at three in the afternoon, feeling melancholy. Can't sleep without taking pills, and sleeping too long with pills makes my mind foggy...

By the way, this book has nothing to do with the war of mercenaries, nor with exploding egg rams.