Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 250 Xiwa's Changes

Looking at the Red Army soldier sitting in front of him, even though Xiwa had already killed him, theoretically he had no way to get any useful information from him, or even to speak.

But the deputy company commander was unwilling to give up. He believed this was an opportunity, a chance to establish himself in the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company.

If he could extract any useful information from this Wolf Fang soldier in front of him, the deputy company commander believed his position within the Night Tigers wouldn't be as awkward as it was now.

Therefore, his gaze towards the medic was fiery, even more ardent than when he saw his girlfriend whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

"Can you tell me how many people are in your team?"

The deputy company commander had researched information about special forces when he was in school. He knew that a special forces team usually consists of 6 to 12 people, with each member playing a different role and cooperating with each other to complete complex and difficult tasks.

Asking such a simple question is also to lower the other party's guard, so as to lay the groundwork for the subsequent questions.

"I can't say, and I've already been killed by your people."

At this point, the medic looked at the newly arrived deputy company commander with a strange expression: "Have you ever seen a dead person speak, or do you have the ability to make a dead person speak?"

The deputy platoon leader found the medic's nonchalant manner highly sarcastic, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.

If he tries to fight, he can't beat them; if he tries some underhanded methods, he'll just be showing off his limited skills.

In the end, he found himself in a predicament, embarrassed by the medic.

As a recent college graduate, he wasn't as shrewd as the seasoned veterans, so everything he did was written all over his face.

"Humph!"

He gave the medic a deep look, as if trying to imprint the person firmly in his mind.

It's become a joke. If he doesn't leave now and make room for the soldiers to laugh, then he's in the wrong.

Stepping out of the tent, the deputy company commander took several deep breaths to calm his anger.

Actually, he was planning to ask Chang Ning and Zhuang Yan for information, but the medic didn't give him the chance at all.

Some might say, why not ask the older members of the company, like Xiwa?

But is everything you get from Xiwa necessarily accurate? It's not that he doubts Xiwa; intelligence has a key characteristic: timeliness.

The information Xiwa herself obtained was from a year ago and is no longer of any reference value.

What exactly Wolf Fang had trained Chang Ning and Zhuang Yan to become, and what skills they had mastered, remained a complete mystery to everyone except their own people.

Therefore, he might as well try his luck with the Wolf Fang people, but obviously the result was very unfavorable for him.

After the deputy platoon leader left, Xiwa grinned at the medic, showing off his bright white teeth: "Chang Ning and Xiao Zhuang are doing well in Wolf Fang, right? They haven't caused any trouble for Old Gao?"

The medic and the deputy company commander spoke one way, but he spoke quite differently to Xiwa.

At least they won't give Xiwa a cold shoulder with a blank expression; they're all acquaintances, there's no need to make the relationship so strained.

Who knows, we might even become colleagues and comrades-in-arms in the future.

If Xiwa hadn't been stuck on his poor academic performance, he might have ended up like them, betraying the Night Tiger.

The academic subjects depend on how much effort a person puts in. Just look at the exam papers used for the Wolf Fang selection; anyone with a basic understanding can pass.

The veterans are the most qualified to speak on this matter, as they all came from the same company. If Xiwa were to ask, I believe the veterans would share all their experience with him.

The medic naturally had his own considerations when it came to those who had the opportunity to become his comrades.

"They're doing well. They don't make any big mistakes, but they make small ones every day, and they get a lot of scolding from the senior team leader."

The medic slumped over the table, his voice languid. He hadn't had a proper sleep since joining the exercise with Group B. Now that he'd been killed by the Blue Team, he felt relieved; as his tense nerves relaxed, waves of drowsiness kept assaulting him.

"Should I have been eliminated by the Blue Team sooner?" the medic wondered to himself.

Given his current condition, the fact that he can still answer Xiwa's questions without falling asleep is already quite resilient.

Seeing that the medic's vigilance had dropped, Xiwa was secretly pleased but pretended not to care and asked, "Do you know their current situation? I'm very worried about them."

No sooner had Xiwa spoken than the medic, who had been slumped like a quail, sat up straight and became much more energetic, looking at Xiwa who was asking him for information with a half-smile.

"I knew you weren't planning on anything good while you were staying here!"

When her secret was exposed, Xiwa blushed deeply with shame.

The special forces hold a special place in Xiwa's heart, and he also has deep feelings for his comrades who were tortured by Old Gao with him.

Xiwa felt his face burning with embarrassment after he had schemed against his good brother and been seen through.

What does "not holding back a fart" mean?
My friendship with Changning and Xiaozhuang is no less than yours!

You're both surrounded right now, and I'm worried they might get hurt. Could you please check if there's anything wrong?

After a brief exchange of sharp words, Xiwa sorted out her thoughts and slowly said, "You know those two people's personalities; when they get angry, they're both incredibly stubborn, especially Xiao Zhuang."

What if they get injured and stubbornly refuse timely treatment, resulting in long-term health problems that affect their future?

No matter how sincere Xiwa's expression was, the medic remained unmoved.

Instead, he leaned back to make room, crossed his legs, and watched Xiwa's performance without saying a word.

No matter how Xiwa tried to coax him, the medic remained steadfast, unmoved; let him be strong, he remained as gentle as a breeze on the mountain.

"I've said so much, why don't you react at all? At least say something!"

"Does that mean you have a conflict with those two?"

Seeing that the sanitation worker wasn't responding, Xiwa immediately changed her approach.

Tsk tsk~
Are you still the same naive Chen Xiwa from a year ago?
The changes are too great; it's definitely better to train people at the grassroots level.

Standing up, the medic walked over to Xiwa and pinched Xiwa's face, which was covered in paint.

It feels warm and elastic to the touch; it's not something someone else is imitating.

The medic thought to himself, "A man should be viewed with new eyes after three days' absence!"
The old Xiwa gave him the impression of being honest, simple, and straightforward, making it obvious to anyone that he was a good soldier.

Of course, he is still a good soldier, but his demeanor has changed, and his eyes occasionally reveal a cunning.

The medic was all too familiar with that look; Chang Ning had it just like that.

Moreover, he had become quite eloquent. If they hadn't known each other beforehand and their ranks hadn't matched, the medic would have thought he was facing an officer who specialized in ideological work among the soldiers.

"Medic, don't interrupt!"

The military is a great melting pot; even a piece of scrap iron can be forged into fine steel, let alone me, who is not scrap iron.

What? I can't even improve?

Realizing the topic had gone astray, Xiwa quickly steered it back on track.

What exactly is going on between Chang Ning and Xiao Zhuang?

(End of this chapter)