After getting up early in the morning, showing up at the training ground, and destroying the young minds of a group of new students, Li Zitao returned home refreshed.

Cook!

Omelette, bread, ham, hot milk, all lived.

In his previous life, he often used these as rations, and his movements were skillful and sophisticated, and he was not stage frightened at all.

After breakfast, Norma and Eric were put on the school bus, and Li Zitao also got into the car that picked him up from the little elk, a brand-new Cadillac Lasalle.

"Your new car?" Li Zitao looked around the car, pure burgundy, fine workmanship, and looked very classy.

"Eun, only 1,800 US dollars. The little elk nodded in response.

"Looks good, let's go!" 1,800 US dollars, a huge amount in the eyes of an ordinary family, for the little elk, it is just her casual expenses.

The female driver who bought the new car looked a little excited, and personally drove her Cadillac to drive Li Zitao to the National Guard Division station.

The speed of 40 yards all the way allows Li Zitao not to worry about the lethality of the female driver, even if he really hits it, there will be no problem with such a speed.

However, to his surprise, the little elk's driving skills turned out to be good, with a strong sense of direction and distance.

Arrived safely at the National Guard Division station in IL, and someone has already informed them of their arrival.

So when he got out of the car, Li Zitao saw a lieutenant colonel with gray hair, a hard face, and a vigorous and vigorous walking towards him.

"It's Commander Marshall of the National Guard Division. The little elk reminded in his ear appropriately to avoid Li Zitao's embarrassment.

"Lieutenant Colonel Marshall. I have also dealt with the military a few times, Li Zitao was not too polite, but stepped forward to hold the other party's hand with a warm smile.

"Lee, welcome to the National Guard Division. Marshall said in a low and powerful tone.

"I've always had a good impression of the military, it's a feeling, can you understand?" the two walked side by side towards the inside of the gate.

"So you created S.H.I.E.L.D., does its name mean anything?" Marshall asked casually.

'Its full name is the Bureau of Territorial Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistics Support,' can Li Zitao say this?

"S.H.I.E.L.D., the shield given by the gods, represents absolute security. This is the explanation that Li Zitao has thought of a long time ago, but no one has ever asked.

"As I thought, what an interesting name. Marshall looked at him and said.

"Can you just take a look?" Li Zitao said with some interest when he saw the National Guard Division being trained.

"Of course, this way, please. "For this God of Wealth, Marshall has no intention of stammering, but he is definitely not annoying or hostile.

He solved the employment problem for 2,500 people for the Army, and this alone made it difficult for the Army not to feel good about him.

And it is said that in his Los Angeles branch, there is a set of advanced, perfect, scientific training methods, Michelle is eager to find an opportunity to visit.

"They're all great guys. Seeing the soldiers who were training in pairs, Marshall suddenly moved: "Why don't you let your people fight with my people?"

"......" Looking back at the monk who was about to move, Li Zitao nodded and said, "Okay, I hope they won't be hit." ”

Marshall's face was a little displeased, these were the elite he had trained by his own hands.

You must know that he accompanied the Federal Special General Pershing in World War I, and subsequently served as the chief officer of the field unit and the instructor of the Fort Benning Infantry Academy.

The Fort Benning Infantry Academy is the largest academy in the United States of America that focuses on training infantry.

Marshall, who had these resumes, possessed a wealth of combat experience, command wisdom and training skills.

"Fick, out of the ranks. "Marshall decided to let his strongest soldiers out of the ranks and give them a little color.

"Yes, sir. A tall, fleshy, explosive white man stepped forward.

"Monk, tap your hand. Li Zitao twitched his eyes casually, and explained to the monk.

"Yes. The monk nodded with a smile, and as soon as he took off his coat, Michelle's relaxed expression became serious.

By the time he took off his shirt and wore a vest to show off his muscles, Michelle's eyes had narrowed.

"This guy looks stronger than Fick, how is it possible?" Marshall was appointed commander of the infantry regiment stationed in the Republic of China for a period of time before he became the head of the field troops, and he thought he knew the Chinese.

But it was the first time he had seen such a strong physique as a monk.

"Fick, be careful. Thinking of Li Zitao's previous wild words, Marshall reminded his subordinates to be careful.

"Yes, sir. Fike Hongliang shouted, then clenched his fists, and put on an offensive state to face the monk.

"Ah~~" When he found that the monk was still looking like a hanger, just standing in place and waiting for his attack, Fike rushed forward with a low roar of anger.

Yawning boringly, Li Zitao really couldn't figure out why he had a fight, and every time he had to open his mouth wide and scream 'ahhhh

Except that the second middle school really can't see any effect, can whoever shouts loud win?

Bang bang

As soon as the two sides fought, Li Zitao found that the monk had put away some strength, and it was difficult to hide the disappointment in his eyes.

He was still looking forward to whether there would be a close match.

After the fight, he found that he was thinking too much, and the other party, whether it was skill or strength, was not half a star behind the instructors.

Holding back the impulse to deal with a few rounds, feeling that it would give face to the military department, the monk punched Fick in the chest, and the opponent instantly arched and took a few steps back.

Holding his chest, he struggled to stand in place, and it took three or five seconds for Fick to gasp for breath.

The punch seemed to stop his heart from beating and he couldn't breathe anymore.

The sense of despair made Fick fearful.

"Lee, are all the people in S.H.I.E.L.D. like him?" said Marshall's expression was a little solemn.

Fick is the best soldier in his hands, even in the face of the elite of the field camp, but in the hands of the other party, he behaves like a fragile child.

If even the monk was deliberately humble, Marshall's years of military career would have been in vain.

"No, the monk is my personal bodyguard, he's one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best guards. Li Zitao explained with a smile.

In order not to hit Lieutenant Colonel Marshall's self-confidence, Li Zitao did not tell him that there were hundreds of people in S.H.I.E.L.D., who were weaker than the monks.

A skill like Fick is similar to a recent graduate.

In order to prevent Washington from being at ease, S.H.I.E.L.D. could not achieve large-scale collectivization, so it could only take the road of elite and strong troops.

If he is as weak as the National Guard Division that will not appear on the battlefield and only maintains law and order in the states, wouldn't he be blind when he invested so much money?