"This training program can provide the individual combat level of the fighter and the Raider. On the one hand, sniper is a copy of my thesis. We have different perspectives, but the results will not be bad. You can make do with it first."

Lu Zhen seemed to think of something. After a pause, she asked, "by the way, how many dead people you train are qualified, and how many are accidents?"

"More than 3% is an accident."

"Oh..." Lu Zhen Oh, turned back and deleted all the suggestions she had written down. She pushed the computer and laughed, "I'm sorry, I can't change my mind."

"High mortality rate?" How keen was Nolan, who was instantly aware of the cause.

Lu Zhen nodded, and Nolan was extremely puzzled. "The seedlings you choose are not good at martial arts, nor are they trained. If the mortality rate is too high, it will not be cost-effective for you. How many years will it take to find a martial arts talent. How much is the death rate an accident? "

"We didn't have an accident." "Our training allows 100 percent mortality," Lu said

Nolan's face changed. "So cruel?"

"In the training programs I gave you, the mortality rate is 8% Zuoyou. I didn't expect that the mortality rate in your system is so low. The mortality rate of our first program is 100% and that of the second one is 15%."

Nolan some f è NNU, the back of his hand suddenly jump, "do not take human life seriously, how can a training allow 100% mortality?"

His Xiaozhen once lived under the training intensity of allowing 100% mortality rate. It can be imagined that he has experienced many inhuman torture. If the military training rate is 3%, the drillmaster will take the blame and resign or be punished by military law.

Those intensities are not what ordinary people can bear.

If you allow 100 percent, it means that the intensity is terrible.

When Lu Zhen was a teenager, if there was a mistake, now he can not feel the temperature of his lover.

historical

Lu Zhen leaned on her pillow and lowered her eyebrows slightly. Under the light of P á ngbi ā n, Lu Zhen's face was frosty white, and she did not know what to think of. She was a little depressed.

He held Lu Zhen's hand, "Xiaozhen?"

"Nolan, we're not like you." Lu Zhen looked down at their interlaced hands, but didn't look up. The sound was far away.

In such a simple sentence, he had done his childhood bitterness and bitterness.

We are not like you.

You're from a military family and you're at the top of the pyramid.

Even if it is training, they will not strictly monitor you, will not let you have any accident.

We are just ants struggling to survive. If we don't climb forward, I will be abandoned and shot.

"When I was taken to the spy island by the old man, I was accompanied by a boy of the same age, named charlid"

"he is a white mixed race, his qualification is much better than me, and he is intelligent. Compared with him, he is proficient in computer, can fight and live in the jungle. He has been living in the underground boxing ring of Thailand."

"That little boy, when sh í Hou looks at him, I really feel like I'm nothing. I don't know what the old man thinks of me."

"We started training in the first phase. He is far ahead in every aspect. He is proud and can't get along well with us."

"Three years later, we all entered the first team. We divided the teams according to the comprehensive ranking. The first team is the best team, and I came in with the tail suspended."