Occupational challenge: Let you challenge, not let you die!

Chapter 172 Chasing the Wind!The wind is coming!
Shacheng, Windchaser Company.

Zhao Rulong, Yang Qiang, and Li Sen drove into the tall building in an off-road vehicle and followed behind the man in the suit.

As soon as they entered the bright high-rise building, several people heard continuous roars.

The corridor of the company is separated by transparent glass, and there are various fitness equipment inside. Several Arabs, blacks, and whites are shirtless and wearing shorts, borrowing equipment to exercise their bodies.

The man in the suit pushed open the glass door, clapped his hands twice, and called the others to stop.

"Everyone! Stop."

"The three of them are new companions, let's get to know each other!" The man in suit Zhao Rulong accepted the three of them to others.

A white man looked at the three of them, twitched his lips and said with a smile: "The three of them are from the East, right?"

"I remember Orientals can't run fast."

"Orientals are not a race that runs fast." A black man also laughed.

The expressions of the three of them changed to varying degrees.

Zhao Rulong took out a juicy white garlic clove from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and chewed it.

The man in the suit beside him couldn't help but take a step back when he smelled the choking smell.

Zhao Rulong smiled and said, "Yes!"

"We Orientals are indeed not a race that runs fast."

"Because we didn't have to run barefoot on hot ground to chase prey, we trained animals and planted crops."

Zhao Rulong pointed to his head lightly, and sneered: "We use our brains."

The expressions of the other wind chasers at the scene changed when they heard Zhao Rulong's words.

"You!" The black man changed his face first.

The conditions in the place where he was born are very poor, and it cannot be compared with the land of the orientals.

Li Sen also took a step forward, staring at the others, and said in not very fluent Arabic: "What? Do you want to fight?"

While speaking, Li Sen took off his upper body clothes, revealing his strong muscles.

He's not bad either.

Yang Qiang didn't speak, but kept his head in the back, a little absent-minded.

The people on the opposite side hesitated when they saw Li Sen stand up.

It is said that people in the East know martial arts, and Li Sen is even muscular, maybe very powerful.

"Enough! Enough!"

"What are you doing!"

The man in the suit roared angrily.

The other wind chasers stopped talking and lowered their heads.

In a way, they are all employees.

The man in the suit also stared fiercely at Zhao Rulong, Li Sen, and Yang Qiang.

Zhao Rulong rolled his eyes, continued chewing, and deliberately opened his mouth and breathed at the man in the suit.

Smelling this scent, the man in the suit turned green.

"That's enough!" The man in the suit took a step back, pointed at the other storm chasers and shouted, "You all go train for me!"

There was some anger on the faces of the other wind chasers, but they didn't dare to show it.

"As for you, go to training with them too, don't let your bodies stop!" The man in the suit was rude to Zhao Rulong and the others.

Zhao Rulong chewed the garlic on his own, but Li Sen didn't bother him.

Yang Qiang didn't even listen to him.

"You!" The man in the suit couldn't help being very angry seeing that the three of them looked like this.

Just kidding, what is the identity and status of the challenger?
Could it be that you, a small native in the script world, can shout?
Zhao Rulong stretched his arms, found a piece of fitness equipment he had never seen before, walked over, and fiddled with it curiously.

Li Sen stared at the treadmill next to him.

Two of the three took the initiative to train, and the man in the suit looked much better.

But Yang Qiang was still thinking about something absently.

"You! Go to training!" The man in the suit pointed at Yang Qiang and roared.

Yang Qiang came back to look at the man in the suit with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Are you ordering me?" Yang Qiang's tone was a little stiff.

The man in suit was stunned.

Yang Qiang didn't speak Arabic, and he spoke Chinese so he didn't know what Yang Qiang was talking about.

However, he could also guess from Yang Qiang's expression that it should not be a good word.

Li Sen hurried over and grabbed Yang Qiang.

"Brother Qiang, he asked us to train." Li Sen translated to Yang Qiang.

Yang Qiang's face was very ugly, he said in a muffled voice, "Is he ordering me?"

Li Sen has a big head.

Yang Qiang is usually taciturn, and basically doesn't like to talk.

Even speaking is only a few words.

But he only listened to Luo Qi's words, and the orders of others were provocations in Yang Qiang's view.

Li Sen wiped the sweat from his forehead, and held Yang Qiang: "No, no, no!"

"How come, brother Qiang, the fitness equipment here is not easy to see outside."

"Let's try."

Li Sen didn't want to delay any longer, so he pulled Yang Qiang to one side of the equipment.

The man in the suit couldn't help but feel angry when he saw that the three orientals he recruited after him had such a temper.

The activities of the Chaser company are very simple, except for training, it is rest, meals, bathing, and massage.

But no other entertainment either.

After half a day, Zhao Rulong and others got a lot of news.

They exercise like this to prevent accidents.

Windchasers, they follow the tornado like hyenas in the prairie.

Sometimes when the tornado wind speed drops, they have to run to the vicinity of the wind to record.

Every time they run down, they can get at least [-] US dollars in compensation.

The risk is also high.

In just half a month, the company ran away and killed eight employees.

They were all about the same speed, but both died before the capricious hurricane.

From the mouth of the oldest employee of the Wind Chaser, Zhao Rulong learned that the images they recorded would be sent to the Weather Research Institute.

For those researchers who study the causes of weather.

This is a research project that has been explored all year round, and the formation of hurricanes will cause a lot of losses to the world every year.

Therefore, some countries have established weather research institutes to study various disasters.

Hurricane is one of them.

The wind chasers have been exercising until seven o'clock in the evening before leaving get off work.

Every wind chaser can choose to go home or live in the company.

Zhao Rulong and the others all live in the company.

When night fell, Yang Qiang returned to the room alone and silently took out a mobile phone from his pocket.

He dialed the number above.

After several busy signals, the call was connected.

"How's it going?" Roach asked on the other end of the phone.

"I met Su Chen..." Yang Qiang said dully.

On the other side of the phone, Roach stopped smoking, and the end of the pipe emitted a thick white gas that filled the air.

Luo Qi was silent for a few seconds before he could react.

"I know, I will send someone to deal with him."

"The Chaser is not the Hurricane Hunter. The Hurricane Hunter has another organization. Su Chen is now a member of that organization." Yang Qiang continued.

"I see. I will help you to join the ranks of Hurricane Hunters. If you don't join Hurricane Hunters, your final score may not even be B. Hurricane Hunters are the basic requirements." Roach puffed on the cigarette.

"En." Yang Qiang nodded dullly.

"It doesn't matter if you become a wind chaser. There will be wind tomorrow morning, so get ready."

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)