Chapter 824: Do you understand what I said?

Chapter 824 Do You Know What I'm Saying?
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One day later, Zhang Feng got up in the morning and went to the vegetable market. He simply bought the ingredients and returned, and never left the room.
For what you eat, use the food you bought in the morning and grab a bite on the earthen stove in the room.
He has no specific requirements for what he eats, as long as he can fill his stomach.
There is no entertainment, eating, sleeping, or just lying in bed looking at the ceiling in a daze.
It is not accurate to say that being in a daze, it should be said to be pondering or thinking.
The chance of survival in this operation is too small, but we must strive to survive as much as possible.
You can't ask the big head soldiers of the Mi Army to make a living for yourself, the only thing you can do is to do your best to calculate what might happen then.
Not only have to think about the dangers that may happen, but also how to deal with it.
From the time he entered Area 51 to the final departure, he deduced step by step.
On the next day, there was still no news, and Zhang Feng remained in the room.
Being lonely, as an excellent soldier, you must adapt.
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Another aspect.
Caldera obeyed Zhang Feng and resumed his normal life.
Live in my own home, and then carry sandbags every day.
Taking advantage of the night to go home at night, the street lights in the slums are dim, the range of illumination is limited, and many of them are broken, and the roads at night are very dark.
Fortunately, the mud ponds on the road have dried up, and it doesn't take much effort to walk. Caldera has already adapted to such a night road.
Even without any light, he could find his home in a discredited manner.
What he didn't know was that there were two figures hiding in the culvert on the side of the road.
When Caldera walked over, two dark figures touched it out and went straight to him.
When Caldera heard the footsteps behind, it was too late.
The cold muzzle pressed against the back of his head, "Don't move."
Caldera could not understand the English spoken by the other party's deep voice, but could feel the coldness and hardness of the muzzle.
Another figure directly buckled Caldera's hands behind him, and the cold handcuffs directly tested it.
Caldera was not given any opportunity to speak or struggle.
Hard sand combat boots kicked out of his leg, and Caldera knelt on one knee. The next moment, the hard of the rifle hit the back of his neck.
Two figures lifted up the unconscious Caldera, and quickly disappeared on the dirt road in the slum.
It took less than two minutes from appearance to departure.
No one noticed the disappearance of Caldera.
Leaving the slum quickly, Caldera was stuffed into a car by two men and left quickly.
On the other side of the city, an inconspicuous warehouse is the temporary station of Waltz.
Although it looks like a dilapidated warehouse outside, the interior is more luxurious than a five-star hotel.
Waltz sits on the European-style sofa with his feet on the coffee table, and he smokes leisurely with a cigar in his mouth.
The door in the warehouse opened slowly, and two men in suits but with sand-colored combat boots on their feet came in carrying Caldera, who was still unconscious.
"Captain, I got it back."
Waltz nodded and said, "I think I'm good, so get to the back to check the body's functions." After that, he put the cigar out in the ashtray and walked back first.
He was also murmuring in his heart, wanting to see what the physical function of this person proposed by Zhang Feng was, if it was not qualified, it would be troublesome to get it back.
Since regaining the trust of the organization, the Waltz has been like thin ice everywhere, and dare not be careless.
The reason why the station was transformed into this is to conform to his previous character and to prevent being suspected.
There is a cave at the back of the warehouse, which looks similar to a hospital ward, with a hospital bed in the middle and several large instruments on both sides.
"What's the matter, this guy is really heavy." Carrying Caldera to the hospital bed, one of them murmured curses.
Caldera's handcuffs were opened, and his limbs were tied to the four corners of the bed.
Wow, the two quickly stripped Caldera's clothes clean, not gently. It's a violent tear!
The rest of the waltz took their own hands, sticking electromagnetic chips to various positions of Caldera's body.
The instrument quickly displays a row of data, which represents Caldera's bone strength, muscle strength, flexibility... and so on.
The combination of these data does not represent a person's current combat effectiveness, but it can reflect his physical function.
In other words, it is used to assess a person's physical talent!
hiss.
Half an hour later, Caldera slowly opened his eyes, only to find that he was lying on the bed, trying to do something, but found that he was bound to death, unable to open it at all.
"You let me go? Who are you?"
The other two people in the room didn't understand Spanish, and Waltz was in surprise and didn't have time to pay attention to him.
The sound of inhaling air-conditioning came from his mouth.
Based on Caldera's various indicators, the overall score in physical talent is SS!
This score has not been seen in Area 51 for so many years, and the chance that each SS physique experimental body will be successfully transformed is more than 70%!
I found the treasure!
This is Waltz's first reaction!
In the past, he would definitely fall asleep excitedly. Because he was sent to the organization, he was able to get extremely rich rewards.
But now, he doesn't care about these external rewards at all. What he thinks is how to let his wife and children get rid of the control of Area 51 and truly become free people.
After a little hesitation, Waltz said with excitement: "You two go out and wait outside. I will report with the above and found the SS physique experimental body. Haha, here you two are also waiting for rewards. Right."
Hearing his words, the two people who had captured Caldera were filled with excitement.
After they left, Waltz locked the door from the inside and walked to the bed.
"Who are you?" Caldera was still struggling. But a cowhide rope as thick as a child's arm is obviously not something he can break away.
Waltz whispered in Spanish, "Tyron."
Hearing this name, Caldera suddenly fell silent. He was just about to speak, but he saw Waltz make a silent gesture.
Waltz lowered his voice and said, "Tyron asked me to get you. I don't know exactly what he wants to do. But there is one thing, here, you don't know me, you don't know Tyrone, and you don't know anyone. Do you understand what I said?"