"If they win, can we give them a day off?" Mo Hongshan looked at Feng Chunxing and said.
"No problem."
A group of people came to the training base, which was built to resemble an abandoned building. The bullets had all been replaced with blanks, and the so‑called hostages were just mannequins.
"Comrade Journalist, what weapon do you need?" Feng Chunxing asked.
"I don't need anything."
"Huh? You sure? This isn't something to joke about."
"Yeah."
Answering with a sound, Lin Yi walked into the training base, but was stopped by Feng Chunxing.
"Hold on, you haven't put on your gear yet."
"No need to make it that troublesome, it's not like we're using real blades and live rounds."
The training base had three floors. The first floor was shabby and broken, cluttered with all kinds of stuff, reproducing the real condition of an abandoned residence.
Directly ahead was the staircase leading to the second floor, but the whole first floor was deathly quiet, not the slightest movement.
