124: Chapter 124 For the Sake of Roasting a Whole Lamb

The final day.

The ultimate exercise—[Code Name: Thunder Rescue].

On the playground, the atmosphere was solemn and murderous.

Su Zhe, Li Fan, and Zhang Zhigang, as the Red Army assault team, were fully armed with camouflage paint on their faces.

Standing opposite them was no longer the familiar Instructor Thor.

Instead, it was a six-man squad wearing black combat uniforms, tactical helmets, and night-vision goggles, exuding a cold, murderous aura.

On their armbands, a ferocious wolf head was embroidered.

"Lone Wolf!"

Although Li Fan knew nothing about the military, just looking at their equipment and aura made his legs start to tremble.

"Su... Brother Su, this vibe isn't right."

"We're filming a variety show; why do the guys opposite look like they're here for counter-terrorism?"

Thor stood to the side, holding a megaphone, smiling like a fox that had just stolen a treat.

"Let me introduce them.

This is the military region's ace—the Lone Wolf Assault Team.

Today's mission is simple: rescue the hostage (Yang Jinli) from them.

Time limit: one hour.

Reward: For tonight's discharge celebration banquet, a freshly slaughtered and roasted—whole roasted lamb!"

Hearing "whole roasted lamb," Su Zhe's Adam's apple bobbed violently.

That was whole roasted lamb!

Crispy skin and tender meat, sprinkled with cumin and chili powder, a sizzle of oil with every bite...

But looking at the six special forces soldiers opposite him, silent as machines, Su Zhe's brow furrowed.

An expert knows an expert when they see one.

Although he had previously exchanged for [Military Combat Arts (Master Level)] and [Firearms Proficiency (Master Level)], taking on one or two in a duel was fine, but in such complex terrain, facing six king-tier soldiers with perfect teamwork while also having to rescue a hostage...

The probability of failure was high.

"No.

I can't take this risk."

"If I lose, my lamb leg is gone."

Su Zhe's gaze sharpened as he made a decision.

Pay to win!

I must pay to win!

For that bite of food, and to avoid losing face in front of the national audience, this money must be spent.

"System."

He called out coldly in his mind.

"Open the mall and search for the highest-level individual combat skills."

The cold mechanical voice sounded instantly:

"[Searching...]"

"[Found the following skills:]"

"[1. Rambo Possession (Trial Card): Price 50,000 popularity points. Duration: 10 minutes.]"

"[2. Yan Shuangying Halo (Passive): Price 100,000 popularity points. Not only will the enemy fail to hit you, but they will also be unable to resist listening to your reasoning.]"

"[3. War Machine · Individual Combat Ultimate Mastery (Legendary Level): Price 200,000 popularity points.]"

"[Skill Description: Integrates top-tier stealth, assassination (exercise version), tactical planning, trap making, and extreme survival. With this skill, you are a ghost on the battlefield, the grim reaper who harvests the match.]"

Su Zhe looked at the third option.

Two hundred thousand popularity points.

Not expensive, not expensive at all.

For Su Zhe, who now sat on over four million popularity points and had thousands coming in every day upon waking, it was nothing.

Besides.

That whole roasted lamb was currently sizzling over the charcoal fire...

This skill could also be used later when filming "police story"; it was a long-term investment.

"Bought!

The wool comes from the sheep!

Tonight, I'm going to eat this sheep until there's not even a bone left!"

[Ding! 200,000 popularity points deducted. Exchange successful.]

[Skill loading complete.]

A vast and precise amount of tactical knowledge flooded into his mind.

Su Zhe's temperament changed.

He lowered his head slightly and adjusted his tactical gloves.

When he looked up again, the gluttony and goofiness in his eyes had vanished.

In its place was a bottomless, dead silence.

Like a peerless, lethal weapon that had been sheathed for years suddenly revealing its edge.

...

The exercise began.

Outside the unfinished building.

"Brother Su, what do we do?" Li Fan gripped his gun nervously, his palms drenched in sweat. "How about we... negotiate?"

Su Zhe gave him a cold look and barked, "Negotiate?

That's the choice of the weak.

You two, stay right here and help me watch this tree."

"Watch the tree?"

Zhang Zhigang was stunned.

"Yes, don't move, and don't make a sound. If you go in, you'll just be giving away kills and exposing my position."

After saying that.

Su Zhe's figure blurred.

He actually disappeared from the spot.

"Holy crap? Where is he?"

Li Fan and Zhang Zhigang rubbed their eyes.

At this moment, Su Zhe was already like a gecko, clinging to the shadow blind spots on the side of the unfinished building, silently climbing to the second floor.

Second-floor corridor.

A "Lone Wolf" member was on guard with his gun raised.

Wearing tactical headphones, he had excellent hearing; he could hear even a mouse running past.

But he heard nothing.

Until a hand silently descended from the ceiling's ventilation duct and lightly tapped his helmet.

*Thump.*

The member jerked his head up.

What greeted him was a rubber dagger, lightly swiping across the sensor area of his throat.

Beep!

The KIA alarm sounded.

Su Zhe jumped down from the duct, landing steadily without making a sound.

He made a "shh" gesture to the dumbfounded special forces soldier.

"Don't talk. Dead men tell no tales."

Su Zhe didn't linger.

He was like a phantom.

Using the terrain, light and shadow, and even throwing pebbles to create distractions.

Taking them down one by one.

Third-floor staircase entrance.

Two members formed a crossfire net.

Su Zhe casually picked up a brick and threw it into an empty room on the left.

*Clang!*

The two members' muzzles instantly snapped toward the source of the sound.

In that 0.5-second window.

Su Zhe rolled out from the right, the Type 95 Rifle in his hand spitting fire.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two semi-auto shots.

Laser determined, precise headshots.

The movement was so fast that even the cameras couldn't capture it clearly.

In the monitoring room.

The teacup in Thor's hand dropped.

"This tactical literacy!

This tactical cornering speed! He's even more ruthless than the Lone Wolf captain?

What exactly did he do before?

Is he really just an idol?"

...

Top-floor room.

The Lone Wolf captain, "Wolf King," was guarding the hostage, Yang Jinli.

He heard the reports of his teammates being eliminated one by one through his headset, and his expression became extremely grave.

In less than ten minutes.

Wiped out?

He was the only one left?

"An expert! An absolute expert!"

He held his gun, guarding the door with full concentration.

However.

Su Zhe didn't come through the door.

Crash!

The window glass behind him suddenly shattered.

Su Zhe had actually swung in from the fourth-floor outer wall.

Wolf King reacted extremely quickly, turning to fire.

But Su Zhe was faster.

He landed into a tactical slide, avoiding the line of fire, and instantly closed into Wolf King's inner circle.

Grapple, disarm, knee strike.

A series of moves as smooth as flowing water.

Wolf King only felt a blur before his eyes, and his gun was gone. He was pinned to the ground by Su Zhe, with a rubber dagger pressed against his throat.

"Good game."

Su Zhe smiled.

Wolf King looked at the young man, his eyes full of shock.

"You win."

Su Zhe released him.

He wasn't in a hurry to rescue the hostage.

Instead, his gaze swept over Wolf King.

Finally, it landed on the multi-functional tactical flashlight hanging on Wolf King's tactical vest.

"This is nice."

Su Zhe casually took it off and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Spoils of war. I can save some money on flashlights when filming night scenes in the future."

Wolf King: "..."

You freaking wiped out a special forces captain just for a flashlight?

...

In the corner.

Yang Jinli looked at Su Zhe, who was like a god descending to earth, and whimpered excitedly.

Su Zhe walked over and pulled the towel out of her mouth.

"Brother Su! You're so cool! Let's get out of here!"

Su Zhe glanced at the time.

"The lamb will be roasted in five minutes; taking the stairs is too slow."

He ripped down the curtain.

"Bear with it."

He skillfully wrapped Yang Jinli like a silkworm cocoon and hoisted her onto his back.

"Hold on tight!"

Su Zhe came to the window.

This was the fourth floor!

But in the eyes of Su Zhe, who possessed the [War Machine] skill, this was no different from flat ground.

He grabbed a drainage pipe on the outer wall.

And leaped!

"Ahhh!"

Accompanied by Yang Jinli's scream.

Su Zhe, like Tarzan, slid down the pipe, using the second-floor air conditioner unit to jump and buffer in the middle.

Landed.

Breakfall.

Stood steadily.

Then, carrying the hostage, he sprinted all the way to the finish line.

Shouting as he ran: "Save a lamb leg for me! I want the one with the skin!"

In the monitoring room.

Thor and several high-ranking officers watched this scene, speechless for a long time.

After a long while.

The Brigade Commander sighed.

"This kid... it's a pity he's not in the military.

However, with his gluttony... if he joined, our cooking squad's budget would probably have to double."

...

That night.

Celebration banquet.

Su Zhe got his wish and ate the whole roasted lamb. Because he had soloed the entire Lone Wolf Assault Team, Wolf King admired his toughness and specially gave his own portion of lamb chops to him.

Su Zhe ate until his mouth was covered in oil, feeling that these 200,000 popularity points were well spent.

The next morning.

Time to say goodbye.

In front of the bus.

Yang Jinli and Li Fan were in tears.

Su Zhe also cried, crying the hardest.

He held the Cooking Squad Leader's hand, refusing to let go.

"Squad Leader... I can't bear to leave you...

I can't bear your braised pork... I can't bear your big steamed buns...

Waaa... what will I do when I'm hungry in the future?"

The squad leader was so moved his eyes turned red, and he stuffed a bag of freshly cooked Tea Eggs into his hands. "Take them! Eat them on the way!"

Thor walked over, looked at this soldier who made him both have a headache and feel proud, and said, "Alright, stop howling. Come back and visit when you have time."

Su Zhe wiped his tears.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

He put down his backpack and pulled out those three pairs of [Premium Thickened Cotton Yarn Insoles].

"Instructor.

These insoles are for you.

I saw you have a foot injury; these are soft."

Thor was stunned, a warm current rising in his heart.

He was just about to say thank you.

But Su Zhe's gaze fell on the brand-new Type 07 Combat Boots on Thor's feet.

"Um... Instructor.

Courtesy is reciprocal, right?

Look at my shoes; I wore them out just now while fighting Lone Wolf.

This pair of yours... could you..."

Thor looked down at his shoes, then at the few-yuan insoles in Su Zhe's hand.

He laughed out of anger.

"So you're here to restock? Take them!"

Thor took off his shoes and threw them to him.

"Get out! Get out of here right now!"

Su Zhe happily put on the new shoes and smiled. "Comfortable! Thanks, Instructor!"

He held the swiped flashlight, Tea Eggs in his pocket, and the instructor's shoes on his feet.

He gave a salute to the military camp.

Then he hopped onto the bus.

The bus started.

Su Zhe looked at the barracks receding outside the window.

He patted his stomach.

"This trip, although I spent quite a few popularity points.

I earned a 12-million-yuan appearance fee, ate at the buffet for half a month, and became a peerless expert.

A massive profit!

Director Chen.

Your tough-guy male lead is coming.

I hope the production crew's lunch boxes don't disappoint me."