Squad Leader Hao's eyes went straight with disbelief.
"Damn, the One Hundred Meters Ladder Attack Drill record? Broken twice?"
Ye Jiahong cursed under his breath.
"F*cking hell! They don't give us any chance to show our faces! If that record were ours, I'd have a louder voice boasting about it to comrades from other places!"
Cao Yi curled his lip: "All you think about is showing off."
As he spoke and saw that they had entered the communication range of the Second Squadron, he picked up the two-way radio and said:
"Guard post, guard post, we're back. Is the meal ready?"
The two-way radio crackled to life soon after, and Shen Hao's voice came through:
"Reporting, it's ready."
Everyone found this response a bit strange.
Shen Hao had been around for five years; when did he ever sound so formal, even "reporting"?
Something was off.
It was Fang Huai who reacted quickly, saying:
"I guess Old Zhang is here too, standing right next to him."
