It sounds quite magical. When the system's task was released, Hu Biao's head could see a virtual clock with just a little attention.

The above not only shows the current time, but also the countdown of the task end time.

Even the netizens who were summoned would find such a situation with a little attention and know how long they would fail the mission.

A kind of time when netizens appear is at 11:37 pm, which is the countdown to a task in Hu Biao's mind, showing that there are 11 hours and 47 minutes left.

It was a coincidence that when 30 netizens were summoned, a strong night wind blew over.

You should know that this time in the modern plane is the hottest dog days; the netizens who were summoned were all big men.

In the hot summer nights, they basically wear very little.

Among them, it is common for men like Yang Dongli, who wear big trousers and small vests to hurdles.

There were even four young men with yellow hair on their backs, all of whom were shirtless at this moment; their vests and T-shirts were hung on their necks and shoulders respectively.

The chest that was clearly exposed with ribs and many fancy tattoos on it were displayed in full view of everyone.

It should be noted that after punching holes in multiple positions on these four bodies, they brought yellow hairs with metal jewelry, and they appeared together.

They were originally drinking in a small park while holding their mobile phones to play with chickens.

As a result, a dialog box suddenly popped up on one of the phones. After the man casually clicked No, the four people were teleported over in a team.

The modified motorcycles around me and the mobile phones on my hands were all stripped of the system...

As a cold wind blew over, these cool-dressed men instantly got goosebumps, and then almost shivered.

"Thirty people shivered together, how spectacular~"

Seeing this, Hu Biao immediately complained like this.

The problem is that after complaining, Hu Biao, who had basically seen the people coming, felt even colder than the gust of night wind that had just passed.

An endless sad mood suddenly rose in his heart: It's over! With these crooked and crooked people in front of him, this mission seems to be out of the blue.

The reason why Hu Biao, the trainee commander, has such an extremely frustrating idea.

The main reason is that he discovered that among the 30 netizens who were summoned, one was considered the other, all of them were young and strong men.

The youngest ones are four yellow-haired ones, who look about 20 years old, while the oldest ones in the middle grade are almost 40 years old.

There are no white-haired old men, and runny little kids.

The problem is that in terms of the social environment and customs of modern planes, the body of these young and middle-aged people who have lived irregularly for a long time definitely does not represent strong combat power.

What a good guy! After looking at the people who came, Hu Biao was in a string of good guys.

First of all, when the four yellow-haired men were looking around, they almost wrote the word "arrogance" on their faces, which was a bit awesome to motivate the socialites.

But Hu Biao knew very well that no matter how fierce these yellow-haired people in society were, could they compare to the serious Japanese?

Stop teasing, they just scare ordinary people in modern planes.

I really faced the professionally trained Japanese. These four little yellow-haired hairs that had long been broken, and they were no match for the same Japanese when they were tied together.

Secondly, after a group of netizens were teleported over, they are basically in a state of confusion now.

Therefore, under such a state, the body will involuntarily show its truest appearance; to be precise, it is a beer belly, a slightly hunched back, which looks so eye-catching.

Deed a sin!

When Hu Biao thought of the scene where these netizens were holding beer belly and charging towards the artillery tower with various ragged weapons, Hu Biao's head hurt a lot.

The most outrageous thing is that Hu Biao was still among the netizens and saw a buddy wearing a striped hospital uniform.

To be honest, this guy is quite big and has a skeleton. Under normal circumstances, even if he wears glasses, he is definitely a burly and powerful man with fighting spirit.

But now, just looking at his pale face, Hu Biao had no expectations for his performance in the next task.

Of course, not every one of this group of people is a very useless product. Among them, there are still a few of them who Hu Biao thinks are somewhat combat-effective, but the number is too small.

It will prevent Hu Biao's little heart from being completely desperate.

For example, a small flat head wearing a small hull vest and big trousers is said to be "No. 2 in the army's bare hands fighting" on the vest.

Just by this look, this guy has a bit of an urban soldier.

There was another man who actually wore a complete set of soldiers' desert camouflage uniforms without military ranks and logos, plus a pair of jeans and a pair of desert field boots.

This is also the one with the most neat and decent dress among the netizens.

Although it is not the camouflage of the whole body, it is this that makes Hu Biao look up high.

As far as he knows, according to the International Mercenary Act, if you wear a full-body camouflage uniform, you will be treated as a spy in some areas and can be shot directly without the protection of the law.

If a mercenary dressed like this, he would either be cheap cannon fodder or a rookie.

Moreover, since this guy appeared, he has been observing the situation around him carefully, showing extremely high personal psychological and tactical qualities.

Suddenly, a saying came to Hu Biao's mind, "Senior mercenaries"...

*******

Although the urban soldier kings and mercenaries that I was looking forward to were only summoned.

There was not even a single thigh like the legendary member of the Dragon Group, the school beauty's personal master; but no matter what, Hu Biao's heart would not be completely desperate.

As things have reached the point now, Hu Biao has no other choice. In order to cure his terminal illness after completing the task, he must find a way to complete this damn task.

After understanding this, Hu Biao quickly adjusted his emotions.

He first tried hard to squeeze out a smile on his face to the group of netizens in front of him.

Then he pretended to be calm and said: "Hello, brothers, I am your intern commander Hu Biao!

I wonder if you have understood the current situation now? If not, I can explain it in detail to you.”

Hu Biao's voice fell, and the yellow hair with a nose ring hanging on one of his nostrils was threatening fiercely:

"Have you been so stupid as to pretend to be a ghost!

Isn't this nonsense about what to say to assist the intern commander in completing the task, or just erase it directly? It must be a new reality show, and isn't it going to spoof us, right?"

While speaking, he was already looking around, as if he was planning to find out where the hidden camera and the lurking crew were.

What should I do? Of course, all the equipment was smashed, and the photographer caught it and beat it up.

During this process, Hu Biao wisely closed his mouth, and other netizens became silent one by one; that look very similar to the behavior of meeting people in the subway, in the joints.

In one sentence, it can be described as: everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own house, don’t worry about frost on others, and don’t want to get into trouble.

Obviously, these four yellow-haired ones obviously could not find the camera that did not exist at all; so after looking around and finding nothing, the four got together and muttered in a low voice.

In the end, the leader of the Yellow-Hai looked at Hu Biao calmly and looked at him for at least one minute.

It seemed that he had planned to remember Hu Biao's appearance completely.

After a while, he started to shout: "Pujiezi, we have already recorded your appearance; you are lucky, now we are in a hurry to go racing and compete with other puppies for the title of the car god in the Yangcheng City, and have no time to deal with you.

But you better know that if I really want to find someone in Yangcheng, Tomi Ge, there is nothing I can't find.

So, remember that my mobile phone number is 136XXX. I will buy a new mobile phone tomorrow and re-issue the phone card.

If you know the truth, return our old phones as soon as possible. Forget about 100,000 or 80,000 yuan, otherwise you will see how we will play with you slowly in the future.”

After saying that, the four of them were cursing all the way and walked out of the woods together.

Seeing this, at least half of the people in the crowd hesitated for a while, they followed their steps. They should have planned to leave the woods first and find their way back.

As for the system and tasks, they did not believe it either.

Only the remaining half of the people stood scattered in various parts of the woods, looking at the people walking out with a playful look on their faces.

Among the crowd left behind was Yang Dongli. He instinctively took out a piece of sand and stuffed it into his mouth. When he found that he had not brought the lighter, he had no choice but to put it back.

Even Hu Biao, the intern commander, originally planned to call these people after opening his mouth.

However, when he thought that these people should walk to the prescribed two-kilometer area, the system should make a warning, Hu Biao closed his mouth again.
Chapter completed!