Special Forces: Sign in a Super Skill Every Day

　　Lin Su grinned: "Yes! Adjust me to 5 G first!"

　　As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

　　As soon as you come up with 5 G, do you think you are a super soldier?

　　(PS: Chapter 8 is here, come here first, and continue tomorrow. Brothers, if you have any flowers, give me some! I have to study the plot at night. To be honest, the pilot is much harder to write than the team, but if it really flew into the sky, Isn't it exciting to shoot down a few more and then become an ace pilot? An ace pilot among special forces, special forces among ace pilots, the bull is in the sky!).

Chapter [-] Brother, are you here to pretend?

　　Lin Su didn't talk nonsense with these people, and sat directly in the overload training room.

　　"Come on! 5 Gs, start," he said to a flight academy teacher outside a control training room.

　　The teacher nodded, opened the overload training room, and instantly a heavy gravity acted on Lin Su.

　　He took a deep breath, then moved his hands and feet.

　　Although the gravity was very strong, it only made him feel a little uncomfortable, and he didn't feel anything else.

　　After getting used to it for about ten seconds, he opened his mouth and said, "Teacher, please raise it up a little more, 6 G."

　　The teacher outside was stunned for a while, and then adjusted the overload to 6 G. Another strong gravity pressed on Lin Su's body, and his body sank.

　　I also moved my limbs and body, and there was nothing wrong with it.

　　So after about 15 seconds of getting used to it, he made a gesture to indicate that he was moving up.

　　"Fuck, this lunatic!" Seeing this scene, Xu Cheng's expression changed.

　　Everyone knows that overload training must be done step by step.

　　16 These students are now starting from an overload of 3 G and slowly adapting to this state of super gravity.

　　But this guy just started with 5 Gs, and then went up to 7 Gs in a blink of an eye.

　　7 G's, many veteran students can't meet this requirement.

　　However, when they were amazed, Lin Su had adapted to the overload of 7 G, and signaled to the people outside to raise the height to 8 G.

　　Everyone was shocked, all crowded around the edge of the overload training room.

　　Through the glass, they saw Qin Song with Lin Su's face inside, as if there was no gravity on him at all.

　　"Damn it! Even a quasi-pilot, that's it, right?" Xu Cheng exclaimed.

　　At this time, someone suddenly entered the overload training room.

　　Suddenly seeing so many people surrounding the training room, they came over with a look of curiosity.

　　"Team Wang, Team Qin!" Seeing those two people, the teacher who controlled the overload training room greeted with a smile.

　　Many students opened their mouths and called the teacher.

　　These two are real pilots, and they are the captains of the squadrons.

　　Both of them have more than 600 hours of flight time.

　　Today, the air force of Xia Guo has about 200 hours of flying per year, which means that both of them have been pilots for more than three years.

　　"8 G's, not bad! New students?" Wang Chao saw the numbers on the screen in the training room with a surprised expression on his face.

　　Qin Song was looking at the scene inside the glass. The young guy was actually under the overload of 8 G, his hands were constantly moving, and even his fingers seemed to be dancing, constantly moving.

　　"This guy is not bad." Qin Song said solemnly.

　　When he was studying in the academy, the highest overload was about 7.5 G.After joining the Air Force, he slowly tempered it in the base, but he admitted that when he was at 8 G, he could never be as easy as this guy.

　　"Look, this guy is still signaling to turn up," the teacher said.

　　Sure enough, they saw Lin Su stretched out a finger and pointed upwards, meaning to raise one G higher.

　　Wang Chao: "Fuck, this guy is going to die? Too high overload can be fatal in an instant."

　　Qin Song said, "Mr. Xu, add it to him."

　　"Old Qin, are you sick?" Wang Chao said.

　　Qin Song: "Add."

　　Mr. Xu heard this, plus it was Lin Su's own intention, so he increased the overload by a G.

　　In the training room, Lin Su was shocked, and his whole body collapsed.

　　At this time, he felt that the terrifying force almost suffocated him.

　　But it's okay, but after about ten seconds, he slowly began to improve.

　　Advanced genetic constitution, this is no joke.

　　His indicators are three times that of humans.

　　Of course, in anti-overload training, it is impossible for him to directly reach the level of three times that of humans. After all, this cannot be measured by multiples.

　　But even so, his anti-overload ability is far beyond the average person.

　　After a full minute or so, he began to move his body. He moved his neck, arms, legs, and even his chest and abdomen.

　　But what he didn't expect was that his series of actions scared the guys outside to the point of exclaiming.

　　The overload training of 9 Gs, and the ability to move the body freely, the degree of metamorphosis of this body is simply to the extent that people look up.

　　They can guarantee that among the entire Xia Kingdom's air force, there are absolutely no more than five fingers who can achieve this level.

　　"10 Gs, he's talking about 10 Gs." Suddenly, Xu Cheng pointed at Lin Su in the training room and shouted.

　　Everyone looked at it suddenly, and sure enough, Lin Su signaled again, raising a G.

　　"Crazy crazy, is this guy going to break the record?" Wang Chao said in shock.

　　Qin Song: "Mr. Xu, add."

　　Teacher Xu nodded and immediately increased the overload strength to 10 G.

　　This machine, the strongest can be adjusted to 14 G overload, 10 is not a problem at all.

　　boom!

　　Lin Su sat in the training room, feeling his brain roared suddenly, and then a little heavy.

　　However, his consciousness and vision are still very clear, but his body is a little tired.

　　"It's okay, but it's almost there. 10057 G's is amazing enough, let's train slowly in the future!" He said, leaning back on the chair wearily, and gestured toward the outside.

　　laugh!

　　The machine stopped, and Lin Su came out of it sweating profusely.

　　As soon as they came outside, they were greeted with thunderous applause.

　　The deafening applause even attracted several instructors from the flight academy outside.

　　When they saw the 10 G number on the overloaded machine, their eyes suddenly popped out.

　　The overload of 10 G is resistant to compression. If he can persist, then the pilot's physique can definitely withstand long-distance supersonic cruise, or even full-time supersonic cruise.

　　Of course, the premise of this is that our country in Xia can create a supersonic cruise aircraft for the whole journey.

　　"Who, who is it?" an old voice shouted, and then saw Fang Weixing squeeze in from behind the crowd.

　　He looked at Lin Su, who was standing at the door of the training room, covered in sweat, but didn't need any help at all, and was instantly shocked.

　　"Lin Su, you... you can withstand an overload of 10 G?" he asked in shock.

　　Lin Su nodded and said, "11 G should be able to last for about a minute, but it's not necessary."

　　As soon as these words came out, the scene was instantly silent.

　　Xu Cheng: "Brother, I found out, you are here to pretend.".

Chapter [-]: Special identity, special task

　　In the School of Flight, the Dean's Office, Wang Chao and Qin Chuan sat in front of Fang Weixing.

　　"Are you two going to be sent this time?" Fang Weixing asked.

　　Wang Chao nodded and said, "Elder Fang, isn't it enough for the two of us to go? How can we say that we are also old pilots."

　　Fang Weixing: "I've only been flying for three years, so I'm embarrassed to say I'm an old fly?"

　　Qin Song: "By the way, Mr. Fang, who is that kid? A new student? So fierce!"

　　Fang Weixing immediately narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

　　He took out a stack of documents from the drawer and said, "I originally thought that this kid was just a guy who went through the back door, but I didn't expect that we found a treasure this time."

　　Then, he gave the information to Qin Song and Wang Chao.

　　"Hey!" This physical quality is too perverted, isn't it?

　　"Fuck! Full marks! Fang Lao, don't tell me, you didn't give him a standard answer? I remember that I only scored 89 points in the test at that time, and I was already in the top ten. This test paper is perverted, isn't it? it is good."

　　Hearing Wang Chao's words, Fang Weixing grinned and said, "I tell you, this is really not a copy. That kid, whether it is physical, cultural, or military, as well as his achievements in various aspects, It's all this."

　　He said with a thumbs up.

　　Qin Song's eyes lit up and said, "Elder Fang, have a discussion with you. Give him to us, and we will take him out to discuss with foreigners in Laga."

　　Wang Chao's heart was moved when he heard the words, and he said, "That's it. The two planes imported from Laga Country are our new foreign trade version of J10, named Hailong. (Nonsense, don't care)"

　　"In addition to the two of us, the entourage of these two fighter planes also has an instructor who teaches flying lessons, and a group of ground staff. However, when we came just now, the instructor had a temporary accident, so we repaired it here."

　　"I personally think that this kid's professional level is so high that he can act as a teacher. It also saves you from sending another teacher over and wasting time and resources."

　　Fang Weixing thought for a while, then nodded and said, "You guys should respond to your superiors. As long as they agree, I will definitely cooperate 〃々."

　　"That's all right, Mr. Fang, I'll go to ask the superior." Qin Song said and stood up with joy.

　　He went out to make a phone call, and returned to the office not long after: "Elder Fang, the above agreed."

　　Fang Weixing: "Then take him! But I tell you two boys to bring him back intact. If he loses a hair, I will kill you alive."

　　"Yes!" Qin Song and Wang Chao immediately stood at attention and saluted.

　　Lin Su returned to the dormitory and rested for a night. The next day, he started training with a group of flying academies.