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Magician had more to say but Qin Mo instructed emotionlessly, "Ask him personally."

These three words were enough.

The operations team were indeed interested in the new technical soldier. When they received the news, Bo Jiu was still in the midst of training, crawling with their rifle, shooting, and running with weights.

"No. 10," the instructor called out, his voice slightly hoarse under the blistering heat. "Fall out!"

Bo Jiu paused, running off. Her face was black but it wasn't ugly.

"Follow me." The instructor eyed her, prepared to lead her away.

Prince watched at the side, wondering if they were going to eliminate him. But that didn't seem possible since this black little fellow played a big role in the combat drill. Why did they single him out?