"That's right! We still have a car to drive, but these thorns have nothing, and the next week will be miserable." Li Yongjun said with a smile.

"When we think about the dire straits that these thornheads will live in next, we won't have to work hard at all, company commander. On the contrary, we will be very happy." Zhang Mingmin also said with a smile.

"Okay! Since everyone is so considerate, let's torture these thorns in the next week." Qin Yuan also smiled brightly.

Zhao Ruixuan and the others have not been idle these two days.

According to Qin Yuan's request, they put in a lot of effort. With the help of the soldiers brought by Tang Yilin and others, they designed a lot of assessment venues, which were definitely enough for these tough guys to drink.

"That's necessary!"

The three platoon commanders smiled brightly.

Had a simple breakfast.

Qin Yuan ordered everyone to get in the car and took them to the location of Devil's Hell Week.

The thornheads were more excited than ever.

"Brothers, tell me, what does this Devil Zhou look like? Will we be considered special forces if we can survive Devil Zhou?"

"What is Devil's Week like? I heard that Devil's Week is particularly torturous! Most people can't stand it! If nothing else, there is no food supply for seven days and seven nights during Devil's Week. You have to solve the problem of eating and drinking by yourself.

It can eliminate a large number of people."

"The most important thing is that if it is a regular Devil's Week, contestants will not be allowed to withdraw easily unless they are in a real desperate situation."

"One more thing, Devil Week has a quota of death!"

"Because the competition process is very difficult and difficult, and the environment is extremely dangerous, it is easy for accidents to occur, such as severed limbs, broken limbs, and ruptured internal organs. These are secondary. The most important thing is that you will really die!"

"In case of death, even if Daluo Immortal is still alive, he will be unable to save himself. This life will really be over."

"Holy shit! I'm going to die? I'm still a Cn. I don't want to die. Is it too late to quit now?"

"Little Fatty, can you be a bit ambitious? Your mind is full of nonsense all day long. If a man dies, he will die. What is there to be afraid of?"

"Little Fatty, don't worry so much. We are not a real special forces after all. Maybe the level design is not that difficult and there will be no casualties."

…

As soon as the thornheads heard about death, they were a little scared.

But more people still have no hesitation.

There was no trace of fear in his eyes.

brake!

The truck started to brake and came to a slow stop.

"Hurry up! Get off!"

Qin Yuan's cold voice came.

The assassins packed their bags one by one and quickly got out of the car.

Because they were fully armed yesterday, the assassins are now fully equipped and loaded with live ammunition!

Just in time to get right into Hell Week.

When the assassins stand in line.

Three platoon leaders ran over with stacks of documents.

The thornheads looked at it for a while, and they all had a bad premonition.

Qin Yuan smiled and spoke slowly, "Hell Week, as the name suggests, this is a training comparable to hell!"

"And I think some of you must have heard about Hell Week."

"Of course, the most important point is that there is a quota of death during Hell Week."

"So, before participating in Hell Week, sign a liability release agreement, a death insurance policy, and a suicide note!"

"In case you die unexpectedly, your family can receive a substantial amount of insurance compensation."

"Three platoon leaders, please give the recruits copies of the liability exemption agreement, death insurance and suicide note!"

Qin Yuan said with a smile.

When the thornheads heard this, they immediately exploded and everyone was in confusion!

Damn it!

Is there really a quota for death?

Moreover, you have to sign an agreement and even write a suicide note?

Is this actually true?

It’s so scary!
Chapter completed!