People in America started by developing the Yellow Turban Army.

Chapter 79 Conditions

The documents arrived quickly, but the vehicle that delivered them was strange, as it was a van.

The car stopped.

The driver didn't get out of the car, and didn't even turn off the engine; it seemed he planned to get things done and leave.

The middle-aged Asian man who jumped out of the passenger seat carrying a briefcase looked to be in his forties and appeared to be an ordinary person.

Before he came in, Chen Ping'an and Lin Zhiyong, who had already received a phone call, went out to greet him at the tavern. They had to make a good impression first.

Unexpectedly, the other party was even more courteous than him, greeting him first: "Mr. Chen Ping'an, my name is Lan Jun, I'm here to deliver some documents."

The middle-aged man's eyes swept quickly over Chen Ping'an and Lin Zhiyong before he smiled, a perfectly standard smile that revealed eight teeth.

Chen Pingan also laughed, a very calm laugh, not at all frightened by the previous phone call, appearing somewhat carefree.

"Mr. Blue seems quite happy?"

The middle-aged man had stopped smiling, but the corners of his mouth were still slightly upturned: "Of course, because I've seen some things with my own eyes."

Chen Ping'an didn't respond, but calmly waited for what would happen next.

The middle-aged man continued, "We have reviewed the footage of you passing through customs."

不到10天前，你出国时身高在1米75，穿上鞋1米77左右。

Despite exercising, he still appears somewhat thin, which may be related to the dietary habits of the South.

But after arriving in Los Angeles, in less than 10 days, your current physique and height are completely different from before.

He then looked at Lin Zhiyong: "This Mr. Lin Zhiyong also began to undergo a complete transformation after you arrived in Los Angeles."

In a short period of time, he went from being 1.78 meters tall to being around 1.9 meters tall.

And, it is invulnerable to swords and spears—

Chen Pingan and Lin Zhiyong listened quietly, without being moved in the slightest.

He had anticipated this situation from the moment he agreed to allow Deng Jiale to not conceal anything when questioned at the embassy, ​​so he is very calm now.

"Mr. Blue Team, what do you want to say?"

The middle-aged man seemed quite satisfied with Chen Ping'an's composure: "Don't misunderstand, I'm just curious, do you and Mr. Lin Zhiyong both practice the Golden Bell Iron Shirt technique?"

The kind of supernatural, external martial arts techniques described in those wuxia novels.

Chen Ping'an laughed, pointing to the briefcase in the middle-aged man's hand: "Mr. Lan Jun, you wouldn't have a knife and a pistol in your bag, would you? You want me to test them on the spot, would you?"

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, somewhat delighted: "You actually guessed it! I was indeed curious. Now that you've guessed it, would you mind showing me?"

Without further ado, he pulled a dagger and a pistol from his bag.

He truly does prepare things himself; he doesn't trust anything prepared by others!

He wanted to verify whether the martial arts described in wuxia novels really existed in this world.

"I know it might be a bit rude of me to have you display this in front of me for no reason."

But if it's true, it will benefit you. Come and see for yourself.

After saying that, the middle-aged man led Chen Ping'an and Lin Zhiyong to the door of the van and opened it directly.

The first three people that caught Chen Ping'an's eye were all people he knew and had met before: Deng Jiale's classmates, medical students from China studying abroad.

Those three decent young men, Liu Yong, Wang Bin, and Chen Mingyu, had received proper and professional military training.

When the door opened, the three of them jumped off and stood in a row. Although they smiled and nodded when they saw Chen Ping'an and Lin Zhiyong, they did not say anything.

Chen Ping'an looked at the middle-aged man with some doubt, waiting for him to continue.

The middle-aged man didn't keep them in suspense and said directly, "Three international students from prestigious medical schools. Of course, we brought them here because their majors are relevant."

They came to Los Angeles for further studies, primarily to learn about gunshot wound treatment and battlefield first aid.

The United States has the richest collection of these experiences in the world.

Furthermore, they have received some military training, which would be a help to you.

During this month, they can help you with gunshot wounds and medical care.

Also, the supplies in this half-cargo container.

This contains enough individual self-heating rations for over 40 people to last a month, and it's the deluxe version.

In addition, there are certain amounts of rice, flour, and cooking oil.

Furthermore, we have prepared all the basic medical equipment and medicines needed to treat gunshot wounds, and even blood plasma.

The most important thing is water!

I've prepared one-third of a cargo box of bottled mineral water for you. Everything else in your Ping'an Town is fine, and there are even numerous underground mines that you can utilize in combat.

But it has one fatal flaw: there is no water!

A base without water is essentially defenseless.

Fortunately, you don't need to resist for long, only a month. If you persevere, you can get through this short month.

The worst-case scenario is that your 40-odd men didn't run away and instead joined you in your hatred of the enemy.

So, the monthly food, drink, and toilet needs of these 40 people, especially the water consumption alone, need to be taken into account.

A person can survive for six or seven days without food, but without water, surviving for three or four days is a pipe dream!

The small compartment of bottled water inside the cargo box is indeed enough for about 40 people for a month.

Speaking of water.

Chen Ping'an then remembered that he still had a blockage in an underground water vein that he hadn't blasted open. Once it was blasted open, the groundwater would gush out of the mine, and he wouldn't have to worry about water shortages anymore.

However, Chen Ping'an did not mention this to the middle-aged man. Instead, he pointed to the cargo compartment and said, "These are individual soldier rations and water, as well as rice, flour, and cooking oil, plus these three international students from prestigious universities who are studying for gunshot wounds."

So you only allow us to stay after we demonstrate our invulnerability to swords and spears?

The middle-aged man nodded and then shook his head: "If your Iron Shirt and Golden Bell are truly impervious to swords and spears, then the three of them will stay, and these supplies will also be left behind."

Conversely!

If your invulnerability shield doesn't actually make you invulnerable, you can still keep these military rations, rice, flour, cooking oil, and water.

But let's leave those three be; after all, we Easterners value our lives quite a bit!

indeed!

Chen Ping'an agrees with this statement because he also feels that his life is precious.

He was about to reach out and take the dagger and gun from the middle-aged man when Lin Zhiyong beat him to it.

"I'll do it!"

"You, the leader of the Way of Peace, are performing a feat of breaking a boulder on your chest to demonstrate invulnerability to swords and spears—what kind of nonsense is that!"

Lin Zhiyong picked up the dagger, unbuttoned his shirt, and exposed his chest by pulling open the collar. He then stabbed the dagger in the back without even flinching.

Click!

The tip of the dagger was chipped, about the size of a soybean. It's the kind of chip that would break if the tip was too sharp, thin, and pointed and hit a hard object during an impact.

Although it's not a military dagger, the steel blade is still pretty good!

But this very knife, right in front of the middle-aged man, broke completely.

Just because it was stuck on someone's body, on their chest, where there were no clothes to cover it, so their chest was clearly visible.

Lin Zhiyong picked up the gun from the other man's hand again, extended his forearm to brace against the muzzle, and pulled the trigger very decisively.

The effect was the same: the bullet hit my forearm, but there was no gunshot wound, just a white mark.

Even after he wiped it off, the white mark was gone.

What the hell!

The middle-aged man named Lan Jun's eyes widened in disbelief: "Is this even scientifically possible?"

But regardless of whether it's scientific or not, the facts are undeniable: Lin Zhiyong, armed with the knife and gun provided by him, indeed demonstrated an impenetrable defense.

This can't be faked!

After the initial shock, the middle-aged man named Lan Jun instantly shed his aloofness and became enthusiastic.

At this moment, he smiled so wide his mouth almost stretched to his ears, and solemnly extended both hands to Chen Ping'an again: "Mr. Chen, let me reintroduce myself."

My name is Lan Jun.

"Blue as in blue, army as in army!"