In less than half an hour, a lawyer came to the door with a check.

After signing a loan agreement, Wood received the 350,000 yuan that Lynch gave him, not much, not a lot.

This amount of money is enough for him to open his own gym in Buppen. He knows very well that what he wants to do is a role model and a trend.

The first person to do it will definitely make money. This is the experience he has accumulated over the past few years in the "ups and downs of the sea of ​​commerce". Violence has always been at the beginning and then... gradually disappeared.

It's like a second-hand commodity auction, which is always the most profitable at the beginning, and hardly any money will be made later.

The tricks Lynch played this time are actually not difficult to guess. That's why Wood was willing to get in. He saw through the entire gameplay.

In fact, what Lynch wants to do is to get people to continue to spend 350,000 yuan to join his store, and then earn management fees!

Ten stores are 3.5 million, and 100 stores are 35 million!

What is the total market value of Yormie?

Perhaps three hundred and fifty thousand is a lot for one person, but here is Bupene, and the most important thing is those who are rich.

One person can't do it, just two people, three people or even five people.

It is not difficult for these wealthy people to come up with tens of thousands of dollars, and it is not even an important choice that needs to be considered!

And he believes that this matter is very marketable, and wealthy people will gradually shift their attention from enjoyment to health care.

Everyone wants to be very healthy. The fitness center meets the needs of these people. It may not be able to help people get rid of diseases, but at least it allows people to become as healthy as possible when they are free of diseases.

This is enough. People who start to pursue a healthy life will not be stingy with the money.

As for the people who stingy with the money, they may not have reached this point in their lives.

Wood did not know that these things he was thinking about at this time were all derived from what the trainers said during the training process. He wrote them down and then became his own.

Soon Wood raised his intention to join Youmei. As the first franchise store of Youmei, he would naturally have a very special treatment.

Except for the help of Lynch's influence, Wood gained a good appearance. He didn't need to worry about everything else.

All are provided by Youmei, including all kinds of fitness equipment, as well as decoration, publicity and so on, and even gold medal coaches have arranged several to come over.

Everything went on in an orderly manner, Wood also took his wife and children over, a new life, as if beckoning to him.

On such a warm afternoon, a truck of top-secret supplies was transported to the frontline airport. Under the **** and guards of some second-level field service of the Blackstone Security Company, these items were loaded into the Qi-II bomber parked in the airport. The pilot We are also ready to take off at any time.

In fact, the Qi-II is here except for the two prototypes used to test data, and the institute does not plan to continue to produce a new batch of Type II bombers.

Because the prototype of Type III has come out, and the design drawing of Type IV has been mostly completed.

Sometimes people have to admire the development and speed of technology. Two years ago, people might not believe that aircraft can bring effective changes to war. They only believed in giant ships and artillery.

Just like now, it’s not long before the Type II aircraft came out, and the design drawings of Type IV have to be completed. Even Type III may become a "non-existent aircraft" in history in a decryption program many years later. .

Because those who study military history can never find any Type III bomber, but it has complete and abundant drawings, and each data is calculated in detail.

After all the cluster bombs were loaded, Blackstone's security field team had not left the airport. They would not leave until the planes took off and dropped all the bombs and returned.

They will also check the returning airport to ensure that no one has hidden a cluster bomb privately.

At four o'clock in the evening, with bandages on his head and bandages on his arms and legs, Ryan crawled slowly on the ground.

He is almost numb to the pain now!

The ghost knew how he endured it. Those wounds seemed to him as nonexistent, and he didn't feel any pain.

He is advancing slowly, he needs to walk through one side of the collapsed wall to the other side, and there are some counterattacks on the opposite side.

The intensity of the firefight is becoming more and more disturbing. From the beginning, these people may have been hiding and shooting black guns. Now they have begun to concentrate their firepower to block the streets. Perhaps the federal advancement is getting closer and closer to the city center, and they feel uneasy.

Or maybe they seem to realize that they can't organize the Federation, so they changed their strategy.

But no matter what, the war continues.

His lips were almost to the ground. A few days ago, his shoulder was injured by a bullet shot from the back. He raised the gun angrily and turned around, thinking that some comrades had overlooked the enemy's attack from behind.

There was even a hint of thought in his heart that someone might betray the company and hit his own people.

But when he looked back, he saw nothing, he was hit by a ricochet.

This **** luck, and it also made him realize that the damage will come not only from the front, but also from other places, anywhere!

For example, a chariot.

He saw an enemy firing at the tank, and a spark was fired on the turret, and then his companion who was some distance away from the tank was smashed to his head by a stray bullet.

But he didn't feel terrible, he just tried to protect himself, he was used to death and injury.

This was unimaginable in the past!

He finally moved to the other side and put the two flares in the supply bag he was carrying with him on the ground, and the sniper looked at him inexplicably.

"You crawled over there, just give me two flares?"

The flares purchased by Blackstone are all repainted, and the grenades, fragment bombs, smoke bombs, flares, and special bombs are all painted with an easily recognizable appearance.

This is to prevent soldiers from taking the wrong throws in a hurry.

Ryan licked his chapped lips, "Special, you know, it's a green light. It is said that there will be special actions tonight, at nine o'clock in the evening."

"If you don't light up this thing at nine o'clock, chances are I won't see you tomorrow."

The sniper was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, "Bombing?"

Ryan smiled weakly, "I think so too."

In the last bombing, one was shot down, and the aircraft of Komoco Industries dropped by half. This also made everyone realize that bombing was not without risks and costs.

Now the above asked to turn on the flares at nine o'clock in the evening, and these people understood it all at once.

The flares can not only distinguish them from the enemy, but also guide the bombers.

The sniper became slightly excited, "Now it's fine, if they bomb at night, they won't be able to see those planes, and they won't be able to cause damage to the planes!"

Ryan nodded and patted the supply bag, "I have delivered the news. I still have a few places to run..."

Swearing in his mouth, he put on his helmet again, turned around and crawled back. He wanted to notify the snipers and soldiers nearby.

No way, the field staff who died were still within the acceptance range, but too many were injured. Even people like Ryan who had returned to recover from their injuries were sent on again.

After collecting data over the past few days, everyone basically has a feeling that tank coordination is indeed very helpful for the offense!

With the addition of tanks, the problems of clearing buildings and breaking through defense lines have been extremely effectively solved.

But there are many problems with the tank itself. For example, the tires are a weakness. Almost all tanks have been found to have weaknesses. The enemy mainly attacked its tires, and even arranged death squads to explode the wheels of the tank with bombs.

Except for a few tanks, most tanks have been parked in place, waiting for replacements in the rear.

In addition to this, the center of gravity of the tank was not stable when it surpassed some obstacles, and two tanks had a rollover when surmounting obstacles.

There are actually a lot of such small problems, but no matter how many problems there are, it cannot conceal its great value on the battlefield.

It is said that the manufacturers of these tanks have received feedback and are stepping up the design of second and even third generation tanks.

This battlefield... is getting more and more incomprehensible.

Ryan was moving slowly while thinking so.

How could he have heard of these things when he was in the military academy before?

Probably the most advanced are all kinds of howitzers and cannons, except for these things, there is almost no new equipment.

But now, it's an airplane, a chariot, and all kinds of gadgets. He sincerely sighs with the rapid development of military technology.

There was a sense of crisis unnaturally in my heart.

The federal army is still immersed in the trenches and group charge combat methods, they have fallen behind the entire era.

He knows that people in the Ministry of Defense have been paying attention to this war, but what is the use of paying attention?

The Federal Army paid attention to the entire First World War~lightnovelpub.net~. Can the Federal Army be said to have the strength of a world-class army?

Wasn't it awakened by a basin of cold water from the Marillo?

Seeing and doing it are not the same thing at all, and I don't know when the old men will understand this truth.

In the afternoon, Ryan had been transporting flares everywhere. After sending these things, he did not return to the back, but stayed at the front.

He wanted to see what it was at nine o'clock this evening.

I also want to see what is the difference between night bombing and daytime bombing, and if there are any signs.

After all, if we can bomb others at night, then others can also bomb us at night!

At 8:59 in the evening, there was a buzzing sound from the distant sky, and green flares lifted into the sky.

Ryan hid in the shadows, raised his head, and looked to the sky with all his strength, only to see some vague shadows...

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