"This is not the agent training in your warhead. Use our medical team to test your training results."

The black-faced doctor asked with anger on his face. This made the black-faced instructor extremely surprised and surprised. He looked at the black-faced doctor in an unknown way, and the latter immediately understood something when he looked at his expression.

"I suggest you start practicing the guy in the house tomorrow. By the way, I'll give you another small instrument so that you can correctly identify whether that guy is really exhausted or pretended exhausted."

The black-faced doctor took out a small instrument and stuffed it into the black-faced instructor's hand. At this moment, the black-faced instructor's face became even darker, and it was almost ink.

How could he not know that he was fooled by Nan Ao? A warhead instructor was actually fooled by his disciples. This was a really shameful and humiliating.

The people from the medical department quickly evacuated with the instrument, but the black-faced instructor walked into the house with a gloomy smile on his face.

"Congratulations, Osborne, South Oxford, you can train with the big army starting tomorrow. I keep you going to like the big army's training."

The black-faced instructor spoke coldly with a wolf-like smile. On the bed, Nan Ao's eyes were instantly widened.

"Wait, when my father sent me here, I said that I was just training alone, and I would never participate in any S.H.E.L.D.."

Nan Ao shouted loudly, training with the agents of the SHIELD Academy. What a joke, those crazy people are all about life-threatening training, and they are the kind of life-threatening that will really lose their lives. Outsiders may not even know about SHIELD, but before Nan Ao came, Harry seriously warned Nan Ao not to train with the agents of the SHIELD Academy.

Because, there are no less than a hundred agents who die in training in the SHIELD Academy every year.

"Your father has the final say here. This is SHIELD Academy, and I have the final say here."

The black-faced instructor spoke fiercely and then slammed the door and left. However, less than thirty seconds after the door slammed, the door was opened again. Nan Ao looked up in surprise and thought that this guy changed his mind. However, the one who greeted Nan Ao was a more depressing sentence.

"Starting tomorrow, you'll move me in with other agents."

Well, even the separate dormitory has been confiscated. Nan Ao whined sadly, but this time he was trying to die. If he had known, he would not have pretended to be in a coma.

But what exactly is that feeling when pretending to be unconscious?

Damn it, isn't I also a superhero, but I haven't awakened yet, or I'm simply the reincarnation of a god, but my power is sealed somewhere on the earth.

Nan Ao stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, but his mind kept guessing.

However, then he held his mouth and laughed at him, God. If a superhero really has that identity, he must be God without eyes. People like him can be heroes and gods. These two things will be worth more than a price.

As of now, the most unscrupulous superhero should be Tony's buddy, but even Tony seems to be much better than him. At least that buddy is still a talent, and at most he is just a blood sucking worm, and he still sucks the blood of his father and brother.

"Why didn't anyone send Tony to train for special training? It's so damn."

Nan Ao cursed, then closed his eyes helplessly and fell asleep. Forty thousand meters, he ran from morning to noon, and then fell into a coma for several hours. At this moment, the outside was already dark.

He was a little hungry, but he didn't have any strength at all. Naturally, no one could deliver food to him at this damn SHIELD Academy, so he could only sleep simply.

Fortunately, I don’t know how many times I hang up in the afternoon. Although it is not enough to fill my stomach, it has already replenished the energy required by the body. Therefore, it doesn’t matter if I don’t eat this meal.

Of course, this was just Nan Ao’s idea. In fact, when he was sleeping until midnight, Nan Ao suddenly woke up from his dream, and the feeling of his stomach rebelling almost made him crazy.

Whether it is real memories or damn intuition, Nan Ao thought he had never felt uncomfortable because of hunger, nor had he suffered such sin.

In the middle of the night, if it weren't for knowing that there was no food in the cafeteria of the college, Nan Ao would even have the urge to go to the cafeteria to steal food.

After struggling for about an hour, I finally couldn't help but get up from the bed and turn over and go out of the door.

Of course, there is no food or anything else in the warhead, but there is one in the intelligence department. In my memory, it seems that I have learned some little secrets of this academy from a certain channel not long after I came here. At this moment, most of the students in the intelligence department should be casual in some place.

Nan Ao smashed his mouth bitterly. This was probably the first time he went out not for women in the middle of the night, but for damn food. If the guys he knew before knew, they would have laughed out loud.

Carefully pass through the training playground, then turn over the two walls, walk along the back of the canteen, and then to the location of the boiler that the college had already abandoned.

Nanao opened the small door of the boiler room and drilled in, followed the narrow passage and went down the narrow passage. When he opened a cover that looked like a sewer manhole cover, climbed over a ladder, and walked over the passage like an elevated one, the stairs in the basement of the boiler room. When he arrived here, he finally heard noisy music.

Food, wine, and of course a large group of young and beautiful beauties.

Nan Ao's eyes were slightly wet. What kind of life had he lived during this period? But he worked so hard that he had to go to another even more crazy place tomorrow.

If I don't go crazy tonight, I'm sorry for myself.
Chapter completed!