"My code name is Black Mamba, your special training instructor for the next three months! I'll ensure that you remember this code name for the rest of your lives!"

"This is Zone 21, here, you only have one name - rookies!"

Somewhere on a tropical island in the southern Pacific Ocean.

With the blazing sun over the horizon, a young girl in a camouflage uniform, holding a glossy short whip, stood in front of a group of tall men, also in camouflage uniforms, whose average height was about 1.9 meters.

Her bulky uniform did not obscure her figure, the belt around her waist made her waist seem as though it could be entirely gripped by one hand.

Camouflage paint was smeared all over her face, faintly revealing her delicately outlined features.

"Reporting to the instructor!"

"Speak!"

A Caucasian rookie, with his broken Chinese, said to the young girl, "We can't understand what you're saying, can you speak in an international language?"

Shu Lan burst into laughter at the spot, gave her eyes a roll, and beckoned the Caucasian rookie with her finger.

"You, come and speak."

The Caucasian rookie, confused, took a big step forward.

"Instructor, this is the Iron Triangle Delta International Mercenary Special Training Base, could you speak in the international language?"

As soon as his voice trailed off, Shu Lan suddenly whipped it out, brandished her short whip and lashed at him.

That Caucasian rookie was clearly also a skilled person, with a quick dodge he avoided it.

But she was not done. Right after, she sent another kick his way.

A kick so powerful, it sent the man sprawling onto the dusty ground.

Shu Lan strolled over, her shiny heavy combat boots stepping firmly onto the white rookie's chest.

"Don't you understand me?"

"You..."

"Here, nobody cares about reasoning, let alone law and human rights. It's all about strength!”

Shu Lan lifted her gaze, scrutinizing everyone present.

"Since my fist is bigger, I hope that while you all train, you’d take the time to learn my mother tongue—Chinese. I wouldn’t want any of you to end up dead because you didn’t understand what I said."

She finished speaking and kicked the white rookie away with a nonchalant tone.

"You, with your international language, translate what I just said."

Shu Lan's tone was full of mockery.

A bunch of rookies, a load of good-for-nothing!

Are they even worthy of her speaking their language?

Moreover, she knew very well that these men were renowned soldiers and experts from various countries, with many being proficient in multiple languages.

Messing with them at this moment was simply a show of dominance.

The white rookie covered his broken rib, barely standing, stumblingly translating Shu Luan's words.

Everyone else was no less scared, and no one dared to utter another word.

The highest mortality rate required in the special training base is twenty-five percent.

In other words, even if the instructor randomly shot ten out of their forty, it would still be within the normal working range!

Unless they had a death wish, no one would dare cross her.

Shu Luan was very pleased with the look on everyone's faces.

She leaned back in the prepared lounge chair, overhead was a big sunshade.

"Now, we begin our first lesson - sunbathing!"

"I love the equatorial sun, and I believe that under the scorching equatorial sunlight, you can also feel the fiery passion of District 21..."

Before she could finish her words, a shrill alarm suddenly went off.

Shu Luan's expression changed dramatically, she didn't care that the forty rookies were still present, she immediately jumped up.

"Stand your ground! No one is allowed to take a step away!"

Finished talking, she quickly rushed towards the base's headquarter.

Inside the base's headquarter, a large number of top-secret files were stored. Almost every month people would try to access them, but no one had ever been able to break into the headquarters and trigger the alarm.

This time, the intruder is an expert!

Before she could even reach the headquarters, Shu Lan spotted a figure vaulting over the three-meter-high cement wall.

Judging from the silhouette, it was a man, clad in black casual clothes and donning a mask and hat that concealed his face.

The base sniper fired several shots, all unsuccessful.

An instructor tried to intercept, only to be swiftly knocked down by return fire.

"Useless! Give me the gun!"

Upon seeing this, Shu Lan's face darkened. She kicked over the sniper at the front door of the headquarters and took over the sniping position.

She lay behind the barrier, squinting her eyes and carefully gauging when to pull the trigger.

However, it seemed as if the man had sensed her presence and turned to glance in her direction.

Through the scope, Shu Lan got a clear view of his eyes.

They were a pair of strikingly beautiful and cold phoenix eyes, unique to East Asians.

At that very moment, she pulled the trigger.

After a dull gunshot, a splatter of blood burst from the man's back.

The impact of the bullet pushed him off the cliff and into the sea.

Only then did Shu Lan breathe a sigh of relief and standing up, she ordered the instructor beside her.

"Go, bring him back."

She was very eager to see who exactly had such great abilities and audacity to break into the base headquarters!

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Half an hour later, inside the head lecturer's office in area 21 of the base headquarters.

A few instructors walked in, riddled with anxiety.

"Instructor Shu, we...we didn't find the person."

"What?"

Shu Lan frowned, and with a 'thud', placed the bullet casing she had been rubbing for a while on the desk.

This was a Dam bullet casing, the top of which had already exploded.

Being hit by a Dam bullet, even if not completely killed, one would usually lose their ability to act on the spot.

How could one not find any trace of a person?

An instructor bowed his head and said, "There must have been someone on their side to pick them up."

Hearing this, Shu Lan took a deep breath.

But she knew in her heart that anyone who could break into the base headquarters would undoubtedly be fully prepared.

"Did they take anything?"

The person had run out of the headquarters; whatever they intended to take, they likely already had.

"It's the SSS-level file number cl140531."

In the headquarters, file numbers are determined based on location and time.

'C' stands for China, 'L' for Lan city, and the numbers that follow are the date.

It's the file of the massive explosion case of 531!

Shu Lan's pupils contracted, and a flash of ruthlessness shone in her eyes.

She had to retrieve the file before the encryption within it was cracked!

"Black Wolf is coming back tomorrow, let him take over the rookies in Zone 21, I'm going to China."

"China?"

The instructor was startled, looking at Shu Lan in disbelief.

Everyone knew that China... was off-limits for all mercenaries and secret agents internationally.

Even the most elite experts couldn't withstand the robust law enforcement in that country.

Just a couple of years ago, Black Wolf, the chief instructor of Zone 15 and a top-ranked assassin worldwide, was detained in China for a fortnight because of drunk driving...

"What on earth are you thinking?"

At this point, Shu Lan had relaxed her expressions and was rummaging in her drawer for an old identity card.

A five-year validity period, of which only half a year was left.

She snorted lightly.

"As a legal citizen, is there a problem entering the country on a regular flight?" she asked.

The instructor replied, "No, no problem."

Shu Lan leaned back in her office chair, her eyes slowly narrowing as if reminiscing about some distant memories.

"Speaking of which, I still have a few relatives in China..."