I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

The same scenario was playing out in every dormitory room throughout the entire dormitory building.

The soldiers, who had been lounging lazily just moments before, were now all energetic, some hiding snacks, others collecting novels, some folding blankets, and others buttoning their clothes. They were even deliberately breathing softly.

The laughter and chatter that had filled the corridor vanished, leaving only hurried footsteps and suppressed breathing.

If the panic of the duty brigade is routine, then the scene at the special operations squadron can be described as a large-scale social death scene.

In the rest area next to the training hall, special forces soldiers who had just finished their afternoon extra training were lying on mats to cool off.

A group of young men, all shirtless, their muscles glistening with sweat.

Some were sprawled on the ground gulping down water, some were huddled together comparing their biceps, and others were swinging towels at each other—it was a noisy scene.

Zheng Tao leaned against the sandbag, holding a braised pig's trotter in his hand, gnawing on it with oil dripping from his mouth.

Wang Rui stood next to him, holding a bottle of iced cola and taking small sips.

"Damn it, what a bad day. I was just on a patrol, and I ran into a bunch of idiots."

Zheng Tao took a big bite of the pig's trotter and cursed, "You bunch of slackers, talking nonsense, you can't even make a proper emergency call, you almost caused a huge mess."

"I think their regiment's discipline is terrible. The company commander and regimental commander aren't exactly competent people. How good can the soldiers they train be?"

Wang Rui frowned: "Alright, that's enough. They were just doing a good deed, it was all a misunderstanding, and they cleared things up in the end, didn't they?"

"Explaining it won't change the fact that they're lax in their work style." Zheng Tao scoffed, his face full of disdain. "Look at our special operations squadron, when have we ever made such a blunder?"

"Strict discipline and excellent work style—this is what a regular combat unit should look like."

As he was speaking, he saw the communications officer tumbling and crawling in from the entrance of the training hall.

"Captain! Vice-Captain! Something terrible has happened!" Chen Yang shouted breathlessly, "Military police! Military police are conducting a surprise inspection! They've already entered the camp! We're being told to pack up our belongings for the inspection immediately!!"

"What?!"

"Military police?"

Zheng Tao and Wang Rui were taken aback.

"What are you doing here at our Fierce Tigers Detachment for no reason?"

Correspondent: "I don't know! Staff Officer Zhang is currently on patrol with them! We need all our brigades to quickly get everything packed up! We can't give them any leverage against us!"

Zheng Tao snorted, "What's the panic! It's just a military police inspection, right? Our special operations squadron has a strong discipline, what are we afraid of? Stand up straight!"

He spoke with great bravado, but when he looked down at his own appearance, he was completely disheveled.

He was shirtless, his trousers rolled up to his thighs, one foot wearing a training shoe and the other bare, and his socks were uneven – one black and one gray, apparently he'd put them on incorrectly when he changed.

Zheng Tao turned around and rushed to the changing room.

Wang Rui roared, "What are you all standing there for! Notify the whole squadron to pack up their things! Now!"

The entire rest area instantly descended into chaos.

The special forces soldiers, who had been lying limply just moments before, sprang up like springs, some grabbing their clothes, others gathering their snacks. The scene was even more tense than a breakout behind enemy lines.

Zheng Tao forced a stern face, but inside he was panicking.

He stretched the corner of his clothes hard, feeling that something was wrong.

Wang Rui, who was standing next to him, reminded him, "Old Zheng... you buttoned your shirt wrong."

Zheng Tao looked down and saw that the second button from the top was fastened into the third buttonhole, making his shirt crooked and very obvious.

He hurriedly and frantically untied the heavy knot.

Wang Rui laughed and scolded, "You were just saying the army had bad discipline... but we're eating pig's trotters shirtless, and it doesn't seem like we're any better..."

Zheng Tao's face flushed slightly.

Damn it, of all times, they had to come at the perfect moment—right after I finished criticizing the army, and now the military police are showing up.

If something goes wrong, will Zheng Tao still have the nerve to criticize others for their bad conduct?

…………

When chaos erupts in the grassroots units, the scene inside the headquarters office building is hardly any better.

In the training section office, four people were playing cards around a desk, with peanuts, melon seeds, and tangerines on the table.

"Three to one!"

"Five is correct!"

"Bomb! Four twos and two kings! I'm asking you, who else is next?!" Section Chief Gao Lei slammed his hand on the table, his eyes narrowing into slits with laughter. "You three are definitely buying supper tonight!"

The three staff members next to him had long faces and were about to admit defeat when the office door was pushed open.

A clerk from the propaganda section next door poked half his head in: "Stop playing around! The military police are here! Surprise inspection! They've already entered the camp!!"

"What?!"

The four people panicked instantly and hurriedly put away their cards.

"Where are the cards? Where are they hidden?"

"Stuff it on the top shelf of the filing cabinet! Quickly!"

"Quickly gather up the sunflower seeds and peanuts! Don't leave any residue!"

…………

But he was completely unaware that there was still a piece of sunflower seed shell stuck to his collar.

In the propaganda department's office next door.

Su Wen, the head of the publicity section, had just applied a hydrating face mask, her face feeling cool. She was watching a period drama on her tablet, with half a box of washed strawberries next to her.

She was engrossed in watching the show, stuffing strawberries into her mouth, so absorbed that she didn't even hear someone knocking on the door.

It wasn't until her roommate, Xiao Yao, rushed in that she was nearly scared out of her wits.

"Sister Su! Stop chasing! The military police are coming!!"

"What?!"

Su Wen suddenly stood up, her face mask crooked in half.

"Tablet! Hide the tablet!" Xiao Yao reminded her.

Su Wen hurriedly stuffed the tablet into the drawer, then grabbed the half-box of strawberries, hesitated for two seconds, and dumped it directly into the trash can next to her. She didn't forget to cover it with waste paper and stomp on it twice to completely destroy the evidence.

"Damn it! He doesn't come during work hours, but he comes during his break! He's made me look like a complete mess!"

"What kind of police officer is so dedicated, always choosing to come during their rest time?!"

Xiao Yao nodded and said, "Yes! During working hours, we're all working, so even if they come, they won't be able to find anything wrong."

"But it's rest time now, everyone's relaxing, and suddenly they launch a surprise attack? Aren't they trying to kill us?"