Chapter 402 Why are you serious?

  "Steel needs to be practiced, iron needs to be hit, ready to start!"

  "Steel must be practiced, iron must be hit, sword must be sharpened..."

  A phalanx of different heights, different races, but exceptional spirits is undergoing pre-dinner singing training in front of Canteen No. 1 of the Atlas Mother Base.

   "Okay, very energetic!" Cormac, who was in charge of training them, waited until everyone sang three times before nodding, and then waved his hand. It's time for dinner!

As an international military contractor, Atlas’ personnel are very diverse, so the canteen’s dishes are also varied. Although the canteen also requires credit cards to eat, the meal is completely worthy of the dishes, meat, vegetables, eggs, milk, flying in the sky, and running on the ground. Yes, swimming in the water, there is everything, so the first thing that the elites of these countries who came here for training fell in love with was this large canteen that can accommodate three thousand people at the same time.

Cormac walked up to the second floor with a drink on his dinner plate, and saw his boss sitting comfortably by the window, sipping lemonade in his glass, in front of him was a half-eaten fish with vinegar and an elbow. There is also a rice.

   "Just eat something like this?" Cormac put his pile of plates on the table, and then sat across from Fisher.

"This is just an appetizer. I'm wondering whether I will have another jalapeno or a sukiyaki pot later. The guy Dach said he left me ten kilograms of wagyu!" Fisher put down his water glass and shook his left hand. , And then the robot waiter who wandered in the distance ran over immediately and filled the cup.

   "That must be chicken rolls!" Cormac picked up his fork, drew up a large pile of noodle and meat mixture, and swallowed it in one bite.

   "Beef is waiting for the New Year, we have a dinner together!"

   "Then I have to let the logistics team pull over a dozen more, otherwise it won't be enough for you!"

   "Hahaha, then I'll order one first, and then set up four pots and cook them together!"

   "Then I will give you a super double, just find a master to make you a bathtub the size of a bathtub, you lie in it, swim and eat!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

  After that, the two laughed together.

  "What about these guys?" Fisher picked up the dishes and pointed at the elite astronauts who were addicted to the meal and couldn't help themselves.

"It's very strong. They have basically received systematic training. They have a solid foundation. Many people fly for thousands of hours. Now they are exposed to new things and still learn very fast, like a sponge. Same!"

   "After all, a country has carefully selected talents! It must be better! There is no conflict with our students, right?"

   "It's up, but I didn't move my fists, but planned to divide the victory or defeat in the first assessment this weekend. I heard that they also took their ration coupons as a bet!"

"That's a lot of money!" Fisher nodded thoughtfully. In fact, his technical support to various countries also has another meaning. The Atlas ship is not only dependent on the stability of the flight. He is a leader, no one can relax. Since the Battle of New York, Atlas has been unique in the aerospace field. In the short term, everyone can be excited by the excitement. In the long run, they will all become salty fish. Scheer gives some of the technologies to various countries, which can make the elites who are above the top of his staff feel a little sense of crisis.

As for the ration voucher, it doesn’t matter. This is an internal benefit that every soldier has. You can use the voucher to take an Atlas military plane to travel to any country where an Atlas military base is located. Many soldiers If you are not married or don’t like to travel, you can also use this voucher for other benefits, such as new home appliances, or converted into cash, then this is nothing to bet on.

   "Yes, what subjects are you taking this weekly test?"

   "For first aid and damage control in a weightless environment, we are not going to the simulation warehouse, we plan to transfer a frigate for practical operations!" Cormac said.

   "This is ok. If our people lose, let me practice to the death. If they win, practice it for me too!"

   "This is natural. Those guys have the energy to bet and make trouble, which means that the amount of training is not enough. I have added materials to the plan for the second week, and they will know by then!"

"I like this!"

Not only Atlas’ space forces, including fighters, marines, and even logistics forces, have successively increased various assessments and trainings. They will rush into the desert once in three days, although Atlas There are the best equipped and best weapons, but Fisher requires the people who operate these equipment to be the best!

If nothing happens, Fisher will continue to supervise Atlas’s large-scale training until the New Year. However, the east side is not bright and the west side is bright. The Hydra that was hit by the aliens will not be noisy, and the Avengers will turn up again. Strictly speaking, it is Stark!

   "Order a battleship-class pulse-accelerated gun?"

Fisher looked at the report sheet that had just been handed over and was puzzled. This kind of order Atlas usually accepts is basically an internal order, or a national level, but the Stark Group needs an order. The pulse acceleration gun that can only be used on warships is a bit weird.

   "Does Stark know the murderer who killed his parents, ready to fight him?"

  Fisher automatically made up for Stark's angry face sitting on the fort. The US team and Baqi were farewell to each other, hoping that they would be the first to die. That really made people cry!

   "Stark, what the **** are you doing? What do you want that thing to do, bombard the White House?"

  Lu Xun said that when you encounter something you don’t understand, you have to figure it out, so Fisher directly called the other party and asked them clearly. If the other party really plans to blow up the White House, he can still give the other party a few missiles as a gift.

  "How is it possible, what's the use of smashing the White House? Fisher, I made it!" Stark on the phone looked a little tired, but he was very excited.

   "What do you make? Are you flying leaves?" Fisher was confused. He and Little Pepper succeeded in creating people?

   "Congratulations, then I will be the godfather for the child!" Fisher opened the drawer of his desk, and inside it was a silver m1911 pistol with ivory handle, which could be used as a gift!

   "What kid, no, it's a mecha, Fisher, I have already made that thing!" Stark was anxious when he saw that he hadn't reacted yet.

  "Mecha, oh, mecha?" Fisher suddenly remembered the satellite he had placed after the Battle of San Francisco.

   "No, did you really make this thing?" Fisher looked at each other strangely.

  (End of this chapter)