Falcon Commando Unit.
Training Camp.
With a slight lift of his lips, Logan Bennett stood on the roof of the military SUV, his tone frivolous, "So, these are your scores, the highest is 96 rings, and the lowest is 91 rings. Not bad, really not bad. You all are elite... I really wonder if I should be learning how to use a gun from you guys. I'm just so impressed, so admiring..."
Standing beside the SUV, Brook Xavier lazily yawned.
This wasn't the first time he witnessed something like this; every batch of recruits that came to the unit couldn't stay without getting skinned by Logan Bennett seven or eight layers deep.
Similarly, it was precisely because of such strict demands that every single person in the unit was an absolute elite.
Getting skinned under Logan Bennett's training was always better than losing one's life during a mission.
