Chapter 85: Biochemical Beast

Chapter 85: Biochemical Beast

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"It hasn't, right?" Song Jia smiled very delightedly. "I asked Qiangster about this before. He said that the longer the incubation time, the greater its malleability. According to his speculations, your beast egg needs around a month or two of more time to hatch."

"It's so boring talking by myself at an empty webcam. I'm very displeased about this." Song Jia raised a hand to play with her hair. "Well, that is it from me for now. Next time you need to call me, kay."

The scene faded, and Qin Fen recalled something Deng Biao said before.

"It looks like... I really do need to buy a cell phone."

The reveille bugle call rang across camp, and Qin Fen turned off his computer to begin his busy morning with a shower.

A dozen or so recruits from Third Company were temporarily residing in the hospital, but this didn't affect regular training for the rest of the recruits.

Company Commander Yan did things just like he said he would on that day. The second day's training volume was doubled. Normally, only half of the normal training volume was enough to make the recruits whine on for days, while completing this training normally left them so tired that they couldn't walk, but today the recruits had a complete change in character.

When the training volume fully doubled, they actually didn't whine nor complain without end. It was unknown whether this was due to the enormous training volume draining them of the energy to even open their mouths and complain, or that some sort of strange change occurred with their mentality.

They were just so silent, following behind Qin Fen in performing all sorts of drills from beginning to end. Even when their arms trembled endlessly, they still gritted their teeth and persevered in the drills.

The recruits didn't rest too much after completing their training. They actually requested to enter the 1.1 times gravity chamber as a group for self-cultivation.

Of course, the recruits weren't without complaints. For example, each of them grumbled loudly when they ate Cook's nutritious meals. There were two recruits who were ultimately given a fierce beating by Cook with an iron cooking pot, allowing the recruits to know of Cook's vengefulness. Each one of the recruits could only curse to themselves in their minds about their bitter training and the fact that they had to eat swine food. All this happened while they continued to endure the disgusting taste of the food.

"These kids have all gone mad."

"It looks like a top-notch leader has appeared within these recruits. This is quite a good thing."

"We don't know if their enthusiasm will be short lived or not."

"Who knows. In any case, it's better for them to be consciously pushing themselves to the limit, rather for them to be doing things without thinking, right?"

"That is true. There is also the matter with how the Federation substantially amended recruitment.... God knows if a war will really happen."

The squad leaders of Third Company were all deeply moved in a myriad of ways from the recruits' sudden energetic behavior.

Qin Fen's life was much busier than that of the other recruits of Third Company. Squad Leader Hao's flock of people packed Qin Fen's schedule full with classes. Each one of these people had their own teaching method, and as the student, Qin Fen could only adjust to the different styles of teaching methods one by one.

Firearms, aircrafts, mobile armors, concealment, killing.... And there was the truly expert skill of Phoenix—Searching! Searching by following even a sliver of clues!

There were all sorts of military combat techniques, and there were huge volumes of information behind each of them. Many people would find it impossible to completely grasp a mere single field in their lifetime and become an apex existence in that field.

Qin Fen felt as if he were an enormous sponge. Upon waking up, he would go learn skills from all sorts of different fields and from all sorts of different drill instructors.

When night fell, he had to go learn different martial daos from those experts, and he also needed to find the time to fight customers on the battle network once in a while. He did this to accumulate combat experience and to earn enough money such that he could establish a baseline for the future day he would retire from the military.

A month of time flew past, and Qin Fen was situated in a busy life all this time.

Qin Fen's body become a bit thinner from the high intensity training, but the muscles on his body had undoubtedly become much more sturdy and explosive.

Perhaps he had begun to get used to this sort of crazy learning and training, for the feeling of fatigue had lessened quite a bit as well.

Of the several drill instructors, Qin Fen like the virtual aerial combat training with Squadron Leader Trash the most. Every time he underwent virtual aerial combat training, he found himself loving the Air Force specialty.

He started from fighting against two aircrafts alone, then it become three alone, before finally he could handle thirty or so ace pilots alone. Squadron Leader Trash couldn't hold back from gasping in admiration from Qin Fen's speed of growth. He said that Qin Fen was a natural genius, born for aerial combat.

But the odds of being shot down and dying were too high in the Air Force. Otherwise, Qin Fen would very much like to ask Squadron Leader Trash for help in transferring to the Air Force.

Of course, the most important thing was the remuneration that the Air Force gave upon retirement. It was much more generous than that of the Army's.

After thinking about it for a long time, Qin Fen still restrained his impulse to transfer into the Air Force for their generous retirement package. No matter how generous the rewards, it was worth nothing if one lost their life.

Today, when Third Company's training came to an end, Qin Fen was snatched away by a phone call from Old Second of All Ages to train in guns.

Butcher hurriedly arrived at the spot where everyone was gathered for training. He saw that Qin Fen wasn't there and was a bit stunned. He asked Squad Leader Hao, "Old Hao, where's Qin Fen?"

"Gun King took him away."

Squad Leader Hao held a book called 'The Basic Theory of Psychology' in his hands, reading it in leisure. He always believed that the most critical foundation of trickery lay in grasping the basics of psychology. Only then could one grasp all sorts of trickery and anti-trickery. He found it harder and harder to trick Qin Fen these days, and there had been two times when Qin Fen nearly countered him successfully. Squad Leader Hao had to recharge his batteries.

"Oh." Butcher mysteriously walked to Squad Leader Hao's side and whispered. "He can't keep on doing this training, don't you think?"

Squad Leader Hao put down 'The Basic Theory of Psychology'. He looked at Butcher with great interest. "What's up? You got some sort of mission, don't you."

"Yes." Butcher didn't hide it before Squad Leader Hao. "Qin Fen, this kid, is completely wasting his time doing this training with Third Company."

Squad Leader Hao nodded in acknowledgment. From the side, Gale Riley, Phoenix, and the others gathered over as well. Butcher had spoken the words that they all held in the bottom of their hearts.

"I found some simple missions using some of my connections these past few days. Take a look and choose one out of them." Butcher smiled. "I feel that it's better to bring him and have him learn from experience."

"Simple?" Phoenix smirked. Of the missions Butcher found, the easiest mission was of B-rank according to the military's difficulty factor.

And B-rank missions were missions that could only be executed by special forces soldiers.

"They really are simple." Butcher was quite serious. "Though the kid Qin Fen isn't as shocking and unrivaled as his older brother, he is extremely extremely strong in malleability. His greatest strong point over Qin Zhan is his patience. He can completely endure any solitude."

Everyone nodded when Butcher said these words. Qin Zhan's patience could be said to be the worst of all the geniuses in history. Fire arms, aircrafts, mobile armors... and so on and so forth, he got bored of them after a few days of playing with them.

"Cut the bullshit. What sort of mission is it?" Phoenix outspoken nature undoubtedly bloomed when Qin Fen wasn't present. "This boss lady will want to take part in it if its interesting."

"Killing."

The temperature of the entire room dropped in an instant when Butcher spat out this simple word. Only a true killer could say this word and have it brimming with killing intent.

Butcher paused for a moment before saying, "Qin Fen, this kid, has the strong ability to learn. It has been obviously easy for him to learn things from you all, but my art of killing is being taught baselessly. This is not the most optimal way to learn."

Phoenix and the others made another nod in agreement. They were all people who had killed on the battlefield before, so they knew that training in killing arts and actually killing people on the battlefield felt totally different from each other.

The scene of seeing blood, of seeing people's lives fade away in an instant, of seeing skulls rupture and brain matter flying out... was impossible to imagine without personally experiencing it.

In modern times, true martial artist experts have all killed people before, and this was not limited to a mere single kill. It was hard for an expert to make a name for himself without piling blood and bones of the dead.

If Qin Fen wanted to truly complete his growth, then he would need to learn how to kill people.

"A B-rank mission. The target is a cunning drug dealer, and he's becoming more and more savage." Butcher spoke in a very indifferent tone. "The Federation has already deployed a special forces team to execute this mission. I want to bring Qin Fen into the squad, for the experience."

The dridrill instructors glanced at each other before Squad Leader Hao ultimately decided, "I think its good. He can see how to coordinate in a small team for combat. However, we'll need to add one more person to the team."

"Old Second of All Ages?" Butcher's eyes lit up.

Squad Leader Hao shrugged. "Naturally I'm taking about him. That fellow has been extremely pleased with Qin Fen's progress in firearms. If he goes without seeing Qin Fen for a while...."

Butcher simply laughed and nodded, "I really don't want to face his Fiery Dragon gun when I come back."

"Okay then! Just go!" Phoenix approved as well. "First let's have him learn how to kill people, and if he survives, we can deal with the matter of recruit camp?"

"Recruit camp?" Butcher was a bit puzzled.

"You don't know?" Phoenix smiled.

In the State of Korea's intensive care ward within the military hospital, Park Jong-Hwan let out a muddied and drawn out breath as he exited from his meditative self-cultivation.

"Little brother, you've been tight-lipped about that person called Qin Fen these days. Can you talk about it today?" The one who spoke was Park Jong-Hoon, who was still wrapped in bandages. He was Park Jong-Hwan's older brother.

His face carried a bit of worry. His little brother had been depressed for several days after the defeat, and Cha Syun-Chae said that it was hopeless for Park Jong-Hwan to make progress on the martial dao if he kept on avoiding talking about Qin Fen.

Park Jong-Hwan's eyes suddenly radiated with light. A faint smile could be seen on his face as he said, "Big brother, I'm not avoiding talking about Qin Fen, per say. I've just been constantly replaying the fight with him in my mind these days. I'm absorbing the experience from within. I haven't been talking because I don't want to be distracted. Today I've finally integrated that fierce fight in its entirety to my experience, so naturally I can talk about it now."

"Really? How is he? Were you just careless in the fight?"

"He's very strong." Park Jong-Hwan held a very sincere gaze. "His skill, power, body, and the purity of essence with his true energy are all above mine. The only thing he's lacking should be experience. It seems that he doesn't have enough combat experience. It's not plentiful. However, his martial senses are very shocking. I've been replaying the decisive strike of that day. He was clearly unaware that I knew the Iron Mantle, but he instinctively avoided my Iron Mantle's Iron Hammer. This is the most terrifying thing about him."

"Does that mean.... You can't win against him?"

Park Jong-Hoon was very shocked. This little brother of his was called a genius since young. Park Jong-Hwan's prospects were naturally far and wide without bound. Normally, he would at most snort when he saw other geniuses. It was a very difficult matter to find a genius that made him think 'not bad'.