Chapter 159 Condolences to the National Guard Division

Taking advantage of the early morning, Li Zitao showed up at the training ground, and after torturing the young minds of a group of new students, Li Zitao returned home refreshed.

Cook!

Fried eggs, bread, ham, and hot milk are all ready.

In his previous life, he often used these as rations, and his movements were skillful and experienced, without stage fright at all.

After breakfast, I sent Norma and Eric to the school bus, and Li Zitao also boarded the car that the little elk came to pick him up, a brand new Cadillac LaSalle.

"Your new car?" Li Zitao looked around the car. It was pure wine red, finely crafted, and looked very classy.

"Yes, it's only 1,800 dollars." The little elk nodded.

"It looks good, let's go!" $1,800, a huge amount in the eyes of ordinary families, is just a casual expense for the little elk.

The female driver who bought a new car seemed a little excited, and she drove her Cadillac herself, and drove Li Zitao to the National Guard station.

With a speed of 40 yards all the way, Li Zitao doesn't have to worry about the lethality of the female driver. Even if he does hit him, there will be no problems with this speed.

But what surprised him was that the little elk had good driving skills, with a strong sense of direction and distance.

Arrived safely at the National Guard division station in IL, their arrival has been reported.

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

"It's Commander Marshall of the National Guard Division." The little elk reminded in an appropriate ear, to avoid embarrassment for Li Zitao.

"Lieutenant Colonel Marshall." Li Zitao had also dealt with military personnel several times, and Li Zitao was not overly polite, but stepped forward to hold the other party's hand with a warm smile.

"Lee, welcome to the National Guard." Marshall said in a low and forceful tone with his back straight.

"I have always had a good impression of the army, which is equivalent to a kind of sentiment, can you understand?" The two walked side by side towards the gate.

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

"Its full name is the Land Strategic Defense Attack and Logistic Support Bureau," can Li Zitao say this?

"S.H.I.E.L.D., the shield bestowed by the gods, represents absolute safety." This is the explanation that Li Zitao had thought up a long time ago, but no one has ever asked about it.

"As I thought, it's an interesting name," Marshall said, looking at him.

"Can you just take a look?" Li Zitao said with some interest when he saw the National Guards who were training.

"Of course, this way please." For the God of Wealth, Marshall had no intention of flattering him, but he was definitely not disgusted or hostile either.

He solved the employment problem of 2,500 people for the army, and this alone made it difficult for the army not to have a good impression of him.

And it is said that in his Los Angeles branch, there is a set of advanced, perfect and scientific training methods. Michelle really wants to find a chance to visit.

"They are all good guys." Seeing the soldiers who were training in pairs, Marshall suddenly said emotionally: "Why don't you let your men fight mine?"

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

Marshall had some displeasure on his face, these were elites trained by him.

You must know that he had accompanied the Federal Special Admiral Pershing to participate in the First World War, and then served as the chief officer of the field force and the instructor of the Fort Benning Infantry Academy.

Fort Benning Infantry Academy is the largest academy in the United States dedicated to training infantry.

Marshall, who has had these resumes, has rich combat experience, command wisdom and training skills.

"Fick, come out." Marshall decided to let his strongest soldier go out to show the opponent a little color.

"Yes, sir." A tall, sinewy, explosive white man stood up.

"Monk, be gentle." Li Zitao rolled his eyes casually,

Just explain to the monk.

"I know." The monk nodded with a smile, and when he took off his coat, Michelle's relaxed expression became serious.

When he took off his shirt and showed his muscles in a vest, Michelle's eyes were already narrowed.

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

But this was the first time he had seen a body as strong as a monk.

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

"Yes, sir." Fick shouted loudly, then clenched his fists and faced the monk in an offensive state.

"Ah~~" When he found that the monk was still acting foolishly, just standing there waiting for his attack, Fick rushed forward with a low growl of anger.

Yawning boredly, Li Zitao really couldn't figure out why he had to open his mouth wide and scream "Ahhh" every time he got into a fight.

I really don't see any effect except for the second grade, whoever screams louder will win?

bang bang——

As soon as the two sides fought, Li Zitao noticed that the monk had put away a little bit of strength, and his eyes couldn't hide the disappointment.

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

It was only after the fight that he realized that he was overthinking. The opponent was not even a star behind the instructors in terms of skill or strength.

Resisting the impulse to deal with a few rounds, feeling that he was giving face to the army, the monk punched Fick on the chest, and the opponent instantly bowed back a few steps.

Clutching his chest, he stood there with difficulty, and it took three to five seconds for Fick to breathe heavily.

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

That sense of desperation fills Fick with fear.

"Li, are all the people in S.H.I.E.L.D. like him?" Marshall looked a little dignified.

Fick is the best soldier in his hands, even against the elites of the field battalion, he is not inferior, but in the hands of the opponent, he behaves like a fragile child.

If the monk didn't even notice his deliberate humility, Marshall's military career all these years would be in vain.

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

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

Skills like Fick's are about the same as those of fresh graduates.

In order to keep Washington from restlessness, S.H.I.E.L.D. cannot achieve large-scale grouping, so it can only take the path of elite and strong soldiers.

If he is as weak as the National Guard who will not appear on the battlefield and only maintains the law and order of the states, wouldn't it be useless for him to invest so much money?