"Recruit Lin Mo, codenamed Night Owl, got full marks in all subjects in the enlistment assessment, breaking the thirty-year record of the Long Yan Special Forces Brigade." When the captain announced the results, there was no joy in his eyes, only a cold sense of familiarity. An overseas drug lord offers a reward of tens of millions for his head, but a mysterious killer sneaks into the camp but is subdued with one move. The killer who was pushed to the ground screamed in horror: "You are not a recruit! Who on earth are you?!" Lin Mo's hand that pulled the trigger paused slightly, and fragmented memories came rushing back - it turned out that the legendary soldier "King of Hell", who had been declared dead on the international dark network three years ago, was slowly awakening from this body.
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The military rubber shoes made a soft squelch sound as they stepped on the mud.
Lin Mo stopped at the end of the team. His epaulettes were brand new, but his eyes were like stones soaked in glaciers. He was so calm that he was incompatible with the excited, nervous, and even a little confused recruits around him. The assessment site was filled with gunpowder smoke, sweat and the fishy smell of soil being turned up, a smell that was unfamiliar to him and penetrated deep into his bones.
In front, Lei Zhen, captain of the Long Yan Special Forces Brigade, a veteran with an old shrapnel scar on his face and eyes that could peel off a person's skin, was holding a report book. His rough fingers clicked on a name and paused for three seconds.
The entire assessment site fell silent, and the wind blew past the wormwood in the distant shooting range, making a whistle.
"Recruit Lin Mo," Lei Zhen's voice was not loud, but it hit everyone's ears like a battering ram, "Codename is Night Owl. Enlistment assessment, physical fitness, tactics, fighting, sniping, penetration, blasting... Full marks in all subjects."
He raised his eyes
