Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Two gas bombs exploded inside the container, and the gas spread rapidly in all directions, immediately causing panic among the trainees.

"Cough cough, oh my god, it's gas."

"What are you doing? People will die!"

"The door is locked from the outside, damn it."

"Open the door, open the door now! Doing this in a confined space can really kill people, cough cough."

……

The gas reacted very quickly; nearby trainees were stimulated within seconds, their eyes stinging and watering, and their breathing becoming irritated, causing them to cough violently.

The narrow, crowded interior of the container was instantly filled with various terrified sounds.

While most of the trainees panicked and had no idea what to do, some even did futile work, frantically kicking the door.

Some trainees were more rational and began to think of ways to save themselves.

Among them, Bailong reacted the fastest.

"Tombs, everyone take out your towels, wet them with water and cover your noses with them."

"Yes, yes, quickly use a wet towel."

Reminded by Bai Long, the students took out towels from their bags, opened their water bottles, wet them, and held them to their noses.

With the wet towels filtering the gas, the trainees felt much better immediately.

It can only alleviate the symptoms, not solve the problem.

While a damp towel can filter and absorb particles, it cannot completely filter them out. Some tear gas can still pass through the towel and enter the respiratory tract with the air, causing irritation to the body.

Moreover, tear gas can also irritate the skin, and it is most irritating to areas such as the eyes, and it does not necessarily have to be inhaled into the body.

With the wet towels filtering the air, the trainees won't suffocate to death in a short time, but living won't be pleasant.

However, this is the only way to save themselves.

The container door was locked from the outside, preventing the gas from dissipating. The small space was crammed with more than forty people, further increasing the gas concentration.

Less than thirty seconds later, screams erupted from inside the container.

The trainees were not only covered in tears and snot, but also coughed incessantly as if they had tuberculosis, accompanied by various weak groans and angry curses.

"Still has the energy to curse? Looks like he's not quite there yet. His physical fitness is pretty good though."

Jackie Chan, who was called a butcher, executioner, and cannibal, didn't seem angry at all. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back and a bright smile on his face.

In fact it is.

The fact that the trainees still have the energy to curse proves that their bodies are not yet weakened and they are far from suffocating, so there is no need to worry at all.

Wu Zhe, Xu Sanduo, and Cheng Cai were all smiling, as they had all gone through the same thing back then.

Seeing the trainees being tortured in the container, they seemed to see themselves in the past, reminiscing about the past while also experiencing a kind of perverse excitement.

Seeing others suffer the same pain you once did can evoke a strange feeling.

Human emotions are truly amazing!

In contrast, Jackie Chan and Wu Zhe were not worried at all. No matter how miserable the screams were inside the container, they still watched the show from the outside with smiles on their faces.

The Cheetah officers in the command center, however, were experiencing a completely different scene.

They split into two distinct factions.

"If we continue training like this, the training camp will probably have to end in less than half a month," Leng Jing said, frowning.

"It'll be over in half a month? What do you mean? Don't speak in riddles." Qin Feng was a little confused.

"With this level of training difficulty, no one can endure it. All the trainees are tortured and eliminated, or they're ruined. Once there's no one left, it's over, isn't it?" he calmly replied.

"Yes, Captain, tear gas can be deadly if not handled properly. Staying inside for three minutes feels like something bad could really happen," Lu Tu said worriedly.

There are precedents for the use of tear gas in the training of their Cheetah Commando Unit.

However, these are mostly used in open spaces or for waking people up, and the duration is very short, so even if someone is choked and faints, they can be discovered quickly.

Jackie Chan not only locked the trainees in the shipping container, but also made them stay inside for three minutes.

This is absolutely ruthless; it has completely overturned their understanding.

"Three minutes is indeed a bit long, but these soldiers are all in good physical condition. As long as the protective measures are appropriate, there shouldn't be any problems. However, it certainly won't be pleasant. Even if they don't die, they'll be badly injured."

Qin Feng still chose to believe in Jackie Chan, even though he was also very uneasy inside, but he didn't show it out loud.

"What if something really happens?"

Calmly raised his voice by half a tone to emphasize the seriousness of the matter.

"The staff team is more professional than us. They are among the first people at the forefront of special operations in China. The projects used for training have definitely been tested in practice. They are not just something we come up with on a whim. So you don't need to worry."

After Qin Feng finished speaking, he paused for a moment, feeling that his words were too official and not convincing enough, so he added, "I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong, so you can rest assured."

Seeing that Qin Feng had already said that, Lü Tu and Leng Jing didn't know what else to say.

Even if they were worried and anxious, their brows were already furrowed.

When Qin Feng first met Jackie Chan, he had doubts about Jackie Chan's abilities, but in just a few days, he has come to believe in Jackie Chan so much.

The identity of the person transferred from the General Staff was secondary; the most important thing was what I witnessed along the way.

As the saying goes:

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.

Throughout the journey here, Jackie Chan didn't deliberately try to show off, but every word and action of his exuded extraordinary qualities, making Qin Feng feel something special.

This wasn't something special or inexplicable, but Qin Feng felt that Jackie Chan was a master among masters.

And as time went on, the thought grew stronger.

Finally, Qin Feng is a man of his word; he is a man of his word, and once he makes a promise, he will never go back on it for any reason.

It was agreed from the beginning that Jackie Chan would be in charge of the film "Devil's Devil," and he would not interfere in any way.

Since you've made the choice, you must believe in it.

Leng Jing and Lü Tu were anxiously watching from the command center, their eyes glued to the screen, not daring to blink, as if something terrible would happen if they did.

Those watching are already so anxious; those actually in the midst of it must be in even more dire straits.

In the first half minute, the trainees held their breath and used wet towels, and the gas penetrated their skin. It took some time, but they endured the discomfort.

They are generally still very healthy and energetic, and they can even swear with great force.

However, as time went on, the trainees' physical condition began to decline rapidly, and their discomfort level skyrocketed.

When one minute had passed, the vast majority of trainees had already broken through the critical point.

In other words, the body feels a severe lack of oxygen, but dares not remove the towel, and has to absorb oxygen through vigorous breathing to replenish the body's thirst.

However, the stronger you suck, the more air you take in, and the more gas you'll produce.

This made the feeling of oxygen deficiency feel a little better, but instead of being relieved, the body felt even more uncomfortable due to the stimulation of the gas.

The more uncomfortable it is, the harder you have to breathe, and the harder you breathe, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

Not inhaling is not good, otherwise you'll feel suffocated and even more uncomfortable.

We're stuck in a vicious cycle!

When the time was one and a half minutes, the trainees could no longer shout, because they had used up all their remaining strength by coughing.

Their eyes were already blurry, they couldn't open them because of the smoke.

When the two minutes have passed...

The trainees were basically all collapsed, none of them had the strength to stand. Their state and feelings at this moment could be summed up in four words:

Life is better than death!

For the first time, the trainees felt so intimately that there was a kind of living that was worse than death, and what it meant to have one foot in hell.

By the time it had been two and a half minutes, the trainees were basically just panting.

The line between life and death has become blurred; their minds are no longer functioning properly, and they are even unable to accurately determine whether they are alive or already dead.

Without the excruciating pain of being worse than dead, only numbness and sluggishness remain.

This is the true reaction when facing death!

When the three minutes were up, the closed container door opened again with a creaking sound from the iron gate.

The bright light from the outside searchlights illuminated the inside of the container again through the open door.

The gas filling the entire container finally found a way to be released, spreading outwards through the open door and eventually diluting and dissipating into the air.

As the concentration of methane gas decreased, the air inside the container began to feel "fresh".

The trainees, who had been tortured to the point of delirium, saw the light coming through the open door and gradually recovered as if they had seen a ray of hope.

The weak, feeble groans began to be replaced by desperate, breathless breathing.

If this state lasts for three to five minutes, the trainees can recover about 70% to 80% without any aftereffects.

but.

Jackie Chan didn't intend to give them that much time.

Less than half a minute later, the gas inside the container had not completely dissipated; it had only diluted to the point where it was still visible.

Jackie Chan gave Wu Zhe a look, and Wu Zhe, understanding immediately, strode to the door.

"Training is over. Everyone, come out and assemble. You have ten seconds. If you fail to assemble within the time limit, you will undergo a second round of gas tolerance training."

Wu Zhe spoke without a megaphone this time; although his voice was loud, it wasn't very loud.

However, to the trainees, it was deafening.

With a loud bang.

Merge with the thunder!

The thunder did not originate from the preceding gathering, but from the subsequent punishment.

If you don't come out to assemble within ten seconds, you will have to undergo a second round of gas tolerance training, and you'll have to go through that excruciating feeling again.

The trainees were genuinely frightened; their minds were cleared by the fright, and their potential was unleashed.

The students, who hadn't fully recovered and whose bodies were still as weak as noodles, felt completely powerless in their hands and feet.

Upon hearing the terrifying punishment, his body was immediately stimulated, and he suddenly felt a surge of strength.

I don't know where the strength came from!

In short, all they could think about was getting out of here as quickly as possible. They wanted to live and didn't want to die here, so the trainees started running outside.

Even those trainees who couldn't stand up and run tried their best to crawl outwards on the ground.

Even if we have to crawl, we'll crawl to the meeting point.

have to say.

The potential unleashed by fear often exceeds expectations.

With all the trainees giving their all, it took less than ten seconds for all of them to run out of the container and line up outside.

Although the formation was quite ordinary and the standing posture was crooked.

It's as if they rushed over to gather, ready to dedicate their entire lives to it.

But the collection was eventually completed.

Wu Zhe didn't criticize the trainees, and Jackie Chan didn't speak up either. He just gave Wu Zhe a look, and the two perverts left.

Wu Zhe, understanding the unspoken message, then organized the team and led them into the cafeteria.

The trainees, still recovering from the ordeal, were half-dead as they walked, feeling lightheaded and exhausted, and that they had to exert all their strength to stay upright.

Before I knew it, I was in the cafeteria and seated at a table with eight people in each other.

All the trainees were confused and even couldn't believe it.

"What's going on in the cafeteria? Are they serving breakfast now?"

"The cannibals aren't that kind; there's probably something fishy going on with this meal."

"May the Buddha protect me and stop me from drinking swill."

……

The trainees' minds were racing, with all sorts of thoughts and speculations running through their heads.

Without exception, everyone thought the worst; no one expected to have a proper meal.

In fact, there really wasn't.

The Hell Week is meant to experience hell; there's nothing enjoyable in hell. The participants guessed correctly, which just shows they have self-awareness.

but.

This training session was rather special.

It was both a way of tormenting the trainees and a way of helping them to keep going.

After all, no matter how hellish the training is, the ultimate goal is to select the toughest soldiers.

Instead of actually torturing the trainees to hell.

Before the big meal was served, Jackie Chan made a point of speaking in front of the cafeteria, saying, "I know you're all very hungry, so hungry your eyes are practically green."

As for me, I'm too soft-hearted to bear seeing you all so miserable, so I specially prepared a feast for you, making sure everyone has enough to eat and drink."

Jackie Chan's acting skills are top-notch, and his words left the trainees stunned.

"Did he have a change of heart and realize there was actually something delicious to eat?"

Some trainees were deceived by Jackie Chan's acting skills and believed that Jackie Chan was really soft-hearted. Suddenly, their hearts were filled with excitement, and they began to fantasize about all kinds of lavish meals.

Braised pork belly, stewed pig's feet, braised chicken...

All sorts of delicious food, including large pieces of meat and fish, flashed through my mind in a flash.

Saliva was flowing uncontrollably, throats began to move, and the sounds of swallowing saliva rose and fell throughout the cafeteria.

The rumbling of my stomach echoed this, creating a harmonious symphony that resembled a duet.

Seeing the trainees' reactions and state of mind, Jackie Chan's smile became even more benevolent. He said with a grin, "It seems everyone is very excited and quite hungry, so I won't dawdle any longer."

As he spoke, Jackie Chan clapped his hands twice and shouted in a strange tone, "Men, serve the food!!"

(End of this chapter)