A muffled sound came from within the gas mask.
Looking at Hank’s outfit, which was extremely faithful to the original, Matthew gave a silent thumbs-up in his heart.
“Hank, before you came, General Ross already explained this mission to you, right?” Matthew said, looking at Hank, who seemed devoid of any emotion.
“Yes.”
Hank nodded, his gaze fixed on Matthew.
Being stared at by Hank, Matthew felt that what stood before him was not a ‘person,’ but a viper capable of calmly taking a life.
“Mission objective is clear.”
“To provide you with comprehensive combat training, allowing you to possess the ability to survive on the battlefield in a short amount of time.”
“However, before that, you need to put on this combat suit to prevent injury during the upcoming training.” Hank said, crouching down to open the black briefcase in his hand.
Inside the briefcase was a brand-new special combat suit.
By the way, the style of the combat suit was almost identical to Hank’s.
Matthew accepted Hank’s suggestion almost without thinking.
The suit he was wearing looked expensive, and if it got damaged during the upcoming training, it would break his heart for quite a while.
Although he was not what he used to be, he couldn’t just waste it like this…
The material of the combat suit was very good and fit perfectly.
It combined defensive capabilities while retaining comfort when worn.
No wonder Hank wore this every time he appeared; so that’s why you’re living so well!
After Matthew was dressed, Eleanor, who was standing to the side, tactfully retreated outward.
Just before entering the elevator, she specifically leaned in beside Hank and whispered to him about Matthew raising his salary.
At first, Hank was slightly stunned to hear that he had inexplicably received a pay raise.
Through the red lenses embedded in his gas mask, he looked at Eleanor in confusion.
But soon, that confusion turned into composure, and he nodded, saying: “I understand.”
“I will live up to this salary, absolutely obey superior orders! I will be ruthless during training! I will let BOSS master the secrets of battlefield survival as soon as possible!”
Seeing this, Eleanor retreated with satisfaction.
At the same time, a system notification suddenly popped up before Matthew, who was warming up.
[System Points + 20, ‘Hank’ feels more motivated.]
Matthew: “???”
The “motivated” part here doesn’t mean he’s going to “do” me, right?
Looking up at Hank, who was handing him a tactical knife, Matthew was silent for a moment, then took the knife with the cold, gleaming blade.
But before starting, he still said earnestly: “Hank, I am your boss, you understand, right.”
He tried to use his status as the boss to ensure he wouldn’t have too miserable a time in the upcoming training.
However, Hank misunderstood the meaning of those words…
He thought Matthew was worried that his status as the boss would make him hold back.
“Officer, I am very clear on what you mean.” Hank’s eyes narrowed slightly.
‘I will do my utmost in the upcoming training!’
“Alright then, let’s begin.”
“Yes!”
As the words fell—
—Swish
A cold glint struck straight at his heart!
…
Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
During this half month, Matthew’s life was truly miserable; his insomnia had even been cured by Hank.
Because every time Hank made a move, he could ‘lull’ him to sleep.
That combat suit from before had long since become rags under Hank’s close-quarters coaching, and he had added who knows how many wounds to his body.
Although these wounds could quickly heal and recover under the treatment spray produced by the Umbrella Corporation, leaving not even a scar, it really hurt!
This old guy Hank really didn’t know how to hold back!
Even though he clearly knew that the person before him had never received any training, he still treated him with extremely harsh standards.
Aren’t subordinates supposed to be able to read the subtext in their boss’s words?
Just what exactly did you twist my subtext into!
Bang bang bang bang—
Yellow shell casings were ejected.
In Matthew’s hands, the muzzle of that MP5 submachine gun was constantly spitting tongues of fire.
The bullets both used had reduced gunpowder, so there was no possibility of fatality, allowing them to rest easy.
And not far away, Hank’s figure was rapidly closing in.
Before this, Matthew had never understood why people could ‘dodge’ bullets.
But now he understood.
A normal person’s speed cannot be faster than a bullet, but when combat experience and Neural Reflexes reach a certain level, it is possible to try to evade bullets by judging the direction of the muzzle.
Hank was clearly like this.
A series of bullets grazed past Hank, slamming into the concrete wall and sparking sporadic flashes, yet they didn’t even graze the corner of his clothes.
Click—
A sound of the bolt locking back came from inside the chamber.
Hearing this sound, Hank no longer dodged, quickly pulled the knife from his waist, turned his body, and charged fiercely toward Matthew.
In an instant, he had already killed his way to Matthew’s side.
Feeling the bone-chilling coldness from his neck, Matthew didn’t hesitate at all, quickly threw away the MP5 in his hand, pulled out the pistol from his waist, and pulled the trigger repeatedly!
At the same time, his other hand reached for the karambit at his waist, preparing to defend.
The gunshot that exploded almost right in his face forced Hank to stop his previous attack; after tilting his head to dodge the muzzle, the knife in his hand suddenly struck upward, a heavy blow knocking the pistol away.
Hank’s combat technique was extremely exquisite.
Although Matthew hadn’t learned the essence yet, he had learned a few things under Hank’s beatings.
The moment the cold light of the knife collided with the blade of the karambit, sparks splashed into Matthew’s slightly bloodshot eyes.
Before he could continue to exert force, Hank had already borrowed the momentum to spin and neutralize the force of Matthew’s knife, kicking toward his chest.
Bang!
This kick almost knocked the breath out of Matthew…
but he still forcibly steadied himself after retreating two steps, then attacked Hank at the first opportunity.
The karambit in his hand constantly attacked Hank’s vital points, sparks flying out during the close-quarters melee.
Rrrrip—
The sound of fabric tearing echoed throughout the space.
Having succeeded with one strike, Matthew slammed a knee into Hank, knocking him back, and looked at the sliced-open bulletproof vest on Hank’s chest, gasping for air.
Just when he wanted to say something, Hank in the distance also pointed to his own chest.
He looked down.
Only then did he discover that, unbeknownst to him, a huge ‘X’-shaped wound had been slashed by Hank on the bulletproof vest on his upper body.
Not only that, there were wounds of varying sizes on his legs, arms, and other areas, revealing the cut-resistant lining underneath.
“…”
Sure enough, the veteran is still sharper.
Not far away, Hank looked down at the tear running across his front, paused for a second or two, and gave Matthew a thumbs-up: “Great progress.”
“Let’s stop here for this time; it would be better if you could avoid this kind of trading injury for injury next time.”
Just as the two were planning to change clothes for the next round of training, the elevator in the distance made a light ‘ding’ sound, and the sound of Eleanor’s iconic high heels hitting the floor reached their ears.
“Sir, please forgive my sudden visit… The board of directors has a meeting tomorrow night that requires your attendance, and you need to prepare in advance. Also, Mr. ‘Obadiah Stane’ from Stark Industries booked an appointment for your schedule this afternoon a week ago; he is already waiting for you in the conference room.”