The first place on the left and first row of the team was Xia Hailong who had just been ordered to convene the team.

"Report, the total of 36 members of the Condor Special Forces should be 36. Actually, there are 36! Please instruct!"

This group of people is sturdy, giving people a sense of unruly. They looked serious and their eyes were cold. Although they didn't have any words or actions, Chen Mo could feel the disdain and contempt emanating from them.

Also, although Xia Hailong was reporting to him, he did not add the title of captain when reporting. Obviously, in their hearts, they did not recognize Chen Mo, the newly appointed captain.

Jiang Heshan was right, this group of people was really not good-for-nothing.

However, Chen Mo did not have the slightest timidity, on the contrary, he had a slight sense of novelty. For him, this is one of the most mysterious troop troops. He had never even heard of it in his previous life. Chen Mo was still a little excited to be the captain of this mysterious troop in this life.

Chen Mo glanced at everyone, and seemed to be infected by the breath of iron-blooded soldiers on everyone, and his voice became a little serious: "My name is Chen Mo, and I will be your captain from today."

"Report!" As soon as Chen Mo's voice landed, a loud voice broke out in the crowd.

Chen Mo's face was flat: "Say!"

"Our captain's name is Huo Dongming. You, a kid who doesn't have all the hair, why should you be our captain?"

"Our captain is an indomitable hero. He uses his life in exchange for important news. Can you compare with him?"

"Our captain, led us to kill the enemy's head in the rain of bullets, and led us to retreat safely from the sea of ​​blood. One of your biggest troubles is the student who has pimples on his face. Can you compare with him?"

Thirty-six members of the Condor Special Forces looked at Chen Mo uniformly, without any contempt and disdain, just looking at Chen Mo like that.

However, Chen Mo felt the strong doubt and contempt in them, and that feeling was stronger than any contempt.

In this battle, even a veteran who has been on the battlefield, I am afraid that these pretentious elites will come to a solid disarm.

Thirty-six members of the Condor Special Forces stared at Chen Mo quietly, waiting for Chen Mo's reply.

Chen Mo still had a flat face, his eyes swept across the group of unruly elites, and his voice was calm: "I don't deny that Huo Dongming is a true hero."

"But, I will not lose my life for a news. Because I never get there!"

"I will not take you through the rain of bullets, let alone let you retreat from the sea of ​​blood in the dead mountain. Because if even I can't solve the problem, even if you are all in, it will be useless!"

Chen Mo's words were calm, without any momentum, as if they were telling a fact.

However, Chen Mo's words contained an impulse that made people want to crush him very much. He was too arrogant and looked down upon others.

The members of the Condor Special Forces who had no expressions at the moment looked at Chen Mo with unabashed irritation and indignation.

Although Chen Mo agreed that Huo Dongming was a hero, he also denied Huo Dongming's achievements in exchange for his life, which is tantamount to denying the glory of the Condor Special Forces in disguise.

One more thing, although Chen Mo's tone was very calm, the arrogance in his words made the members of the Condor Special Forces want to go directly up and beat him.

What does it mean that he will never get there? He seemed to be strategizing and winning Zhuge Liang thousands of miles away.

What does it mean that he can't solve the problem, even if you put them all in, it's useless?

This is obviously to look down on their entire Condor Special Forces!

Even if an ordinary person heard Chen Mo's words, he couldn't help it, let alone the elite of these Condor special forces.

"Boy, you are not allowed to slander Captain Huo! You are not qualified!" Someone yelled, with strong anger in his voice.

"What can you dare to say like this? Do you think you are invincible in the world?"

"Who wouldn't speak big words, just prove yourself to me if you have the ability! If you want to be our captain, just rely on the above paper to make a dream!"

Except for Xia Hailong, the other thirty-five members of the Condor Special Forces were very angry, staring at Chen Mo one by one, wishing to swallow Chen Mo in one bite.

Even Xia Hailong's face was gloomy. Although he had seen Chen Mo's strength, what Chen Mo had just denied was Huo Dongming, the hero who had defended the glory of the Condor with his life.

Outside the hall, Jiang Heshan stood quietly under a tree, followed by two masters, a man and a woman.

The man looked cautious, and asked in a low voice, "Old Jiang, you really decided to let go? What if you kill someone?"

Jiang Heshan turned around, looked at the direction of the door, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, I can still trust the members of the Condor. They may teach the kid and give him a slap, but they will definitely not kill him."

The middle-aged man's face turned black: "No, what I worry about is actually the safety of the Condor team!"

"..." Jiang Heshan was speechless for a while.

"Relax, I believe he should also be measured, and he is here to be the captain, he will definitely not be a killer, let's wait and see what happens."

In the hall, facing the 36 murderous Special Forces members of the Condor, Chen Mo's expression remained flat.

"As a special unit of China, you should have guns?" Chen Mo suddenly asked inexplicably.

Everyone was taken aback.

This time Xia Hailong said, "Of course there is a gun, and it's still live ammunition. What do you want to do?"

Chen Mo's expression was a little weird: "Is it live? That's the best!"

"Which one of you is going to get a gun and shoot at me!" Chen Mo's gaze swept across the group of special forces.

A group of rebellious special warfare elites was shocked by Chen Mo at this moment.

Although each of these people has the strength of a foreign warrior, they still can't reach the level of hard resistance to bullets, unless they become the master of the world.

"I go!"

A flat-headed young man with a scar on his eyebrows stood up with a loud shout and glanced at Chen Mo: "Do you think you can scare us by saying this? I will go get a gun now. Don't blame us when you die. !"

"Go!" Chen Mo said lightly.

After a while, under everyone's gaze, the young man came back from a run, holding a black new-style fully automatic pistol in his hand.

Chen Mo didn't have much research on firearms, but a slight sneer appeared on the faces of the Condor players present.

This gun can be said to be the king of pistols. The bullets shot out are extremely powerful. The most important thing is that the bullets equipped with this gun have the same function as the armor-piercing bullets, but the penetration is only equivalent to one-third of the armor-piercing bullets. One.

Using this pistol to deal with a martial arts master is simply too correct.

Chen Mo seemed to be unaware of the sneers on everyone's faces, and looked at the young man indifferently, "What's your name?"

The young man lifted his head, his eyes widened, and his voice was full of jealousy: "My name is Li Hu!"

"Li Hu, since you chose the gun, let you shoot it!" Chen Mo nodded, his tone still flat, as if he was joking.