My Chip that Disguises Itself as a Cell Chapter 112

  Chapter 112 Arrival Training Course

  Early the next morning, Lin Zhendong washed and washed again, wearing the same suit as an insurance officer, but when he pinned his work card to his chest and put his gun on his waist.

   Immediately transformed from an insurance officer to an agent fan.

  Facing the mirror, she straightened her bow tie, nodded with satisfaction, and walked out the door.

   Not to mention, without a work permit, in the guest house opened by the Special Security Department, everyone he met stood at attention and saluted him, adding: "Hello, sir!"

   There is no way, I am afraid that Lin Zhendong, who is a second-level official, came to live in the guest house of the Special Security Department.

   I don't know if the people who come to live here are all low-level special guarantees to save a living fee?

  Lin Zhendong regretted putting up his work permit so early, but at the moment he could only maintain a polite smile, return the greeting, and leave quickly.

  Leaving the guest house, I breathed a sigh of relief. I have contacted the head teacher last night and sent the report time and location. Now I will navigate according to this location.

  Of course, Lin Zhendong set off more than an hour earlier. After all, he was unfamiliar with the place, so what if he got lost halfway and was late? .

  I didn't drive or bring a bag, so I just followed the navigation, because the place where I was going to report was too close to the guest house.

  Places with guest houses are usually old towns, with bustling streets in the front and alleys full of time in the back.

   Now Lin Zhendong is walking around in this alley.

  The navigation accuracy is extremely high. After a while, he came to the gate of a building with lush trees and a strong sense of age.

  The rusty classical iron gate is towering and occupies most of the alley. There are walls full of creepers, and the barbed wire on the wall is like the barbed wire used in old prisons.

  On the wall of the gate, there is only a house number of what street, alley and number, other than that, there are no other signs.

  Looking in through the iron gate, in the same guard room that has been destroyed for decades, an old man is shaking his head while listening to a drama while smoking a cigarette.

  Lin Zhendong wondered if he had gone to the wrong place, and subconsciously scanned the old man.

  【The target is not hostile (self-entertainment), and the strength is level. 】

  Lin Zhendong almost popped his eyes out. This old concierge is actually level? !

  This capital city is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon!

Now Lin Zhendong did not suspect that he had come to the wrong place. He tidied up his bow tie, collar, hem, and sleeves, then showed a smile, patted the fence door lightly, and shouted respectfully: "Master, this is the Special Security Force." Where do you report to the senior training class? My head teacher is Teacher Chen Zhirong."

  The powerful old man glanced at Lin Zhendong, raised his hand and pressed something, and then the iron gate clanged and opened a passage.

   "Thank you, sir, do I want to register?" Lin Zhendong came to the concierge, courteously conjured up a pack of cigarettes, popped one out and handed it over.

   "No need to register, but you have to let me have your gun." The old man took the cigarette, pointed at Lin Zhendong's waist and said.

   "Okay." Lin Zhendong took off the gun without hesitation, and handed it along with the holster and ammunition.

  The old man took it and threw it directly into his drawer. His calm demeanor was really admirable.

  Only a person with this strength has the confidence to ensure that the weapons that are put away casually will not be lost.

  So Lin Zhendong has no objection to this behavior of throwing weapons in the drawer casually.

  The old man picked up a cigarette, and Lin Zhendong immediately helped to light the fire.

  However, he ignited this kind of ignition directly with his finger to ignite the black flame.

  He was careful, pretending to be inadvertent to show this level boss that he is an extraordinary foundation.

But the old man acted as if he hadn't seen it. He took a deep breath, expelled smoke from his nostrils, and nodded with a smile: "Thank you, boy, but you are early, and the registration will start at 9 o'clock. You can go to the lobby on the first floor and wait, Xiao Chen." That kid will come at half past eight."

   "Okay, thank you sir." Lin Zhendong nodded and left.

Looking at his back, the old man spit out a few smoke rings, and murmured in displeasure: "Damn, I don't know it was that old **** who leaked my identity, otherwise, who would have these captain-level stars of tomorrow? Is the old man at the porter so respectful?"

"Lin Zhendong? Strange, it seems that there is no one surnamed Lin among those old men?" The old man blinked his lips in doubt, took out a latest mobile phone, quickly clicked on the background, entered the number of Lin Zhendong's work permit, and directly entered The background database is queried.

  The information popped up quickly, and the old man flipped through it page by page.

   Soon the old man with a calm face couldn't help being surprised: "Damn it! He has made so many achievements? It's incredible, isn't it?"

   Judging from his tone, it is not surprising that he became a second-level official at the age of 18.

   "Tsk tsk, it's a good seedling, and its roots are red. Don't be spoiled by those old bastards." The old man rubbed his chin and thought about something.

  Lin Zhendong left the concierge and began to look at this place.

  The place feels super small, it seems that there is no depth of 50 meters, but the width is about 100 meters.

  A road about 50 to 60 meters long and 10 meters wide runs from the gate to the bottom, dividing the entire courtyard into two.

  On both sides of the gate are small gardens with lush branches and leaves.

  There is a small pavilion and a walking corridor on the left, scattered stone benches on the right, and a small pond less than ten square meters in size and half a meter deep in the middle.

  The pond is dotted with lotus leaves, water hyacinths, and occasionally small fish swim by.

  Both sides of the avenue are full of very old, tall and lush trees, which are so lush that they almost cover the sky.

  The birds are chirping, it is simply an extremely livable place with the fragrance of birds and flowers.

   Doesn't feel like a training place at all.

   Then several buildings are hidden under these big trees.

  First of all, there is a five-story building standing on the left side by the garden.

  Looking at the height of the building, the lobby on the first floor mentioned by the concierge should refer to the first floor of this building.

  Looking at the shape and floor structure, this building should be a place for offices and conferences and classes.

  Beside this building, there is a three-story building with a flat rectangular shape.

  Looking at the short-distance windows on the outside of the building wall, one after another, you can tell that it is a dormitory by looking at the layout.

   Then on the right side of the avenue, on the edge of the garden, there is a small library with only two floors.

  Beside it is a one-story, large cafeteria.

  Through the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the tables and chairs inside.

   And then, no, the avenue ends with a wall, a towering wall that encloses these buildings and gardens.

  Lin Zhendong stood in the middle of the avenue, looking left and right, his face full of doubts.

  A small place means a small place, but why isn't there even a basketball court? Doesn't this captain-level training require physical exercise?

   Could it be that the three-month training time is simply burying your head in studying textbooks and listening to lectures?

   Presumably this should not be the case. After all, the paramilitary requirements of the Special Security Department are higher than those of the police, and it is not purely civilian training. Physical training should be elsewhere. After all, this place is too small, just for living and learning culture.

  Lin Zhendong persuaded himself in this way, and came to the lobby on the first floor of the main building, found a place to sit down, and waited quietly for the arrival of the class teacher and students.

  (end of this chapter)

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