11.Use Your Brain

The ion rifle was a true military-grade weapon—lightweight yet powerful. However, its biggest drawback was its limited battery capacity and the need to charge between shots.

The automatic rifle, on the other hand, was merely a civilian firearm. The difference between the two was like a bicycle and a million-dollar sports car. Given the choice, who in their right mind would pick a bicycle over a luxury car?

"You've barely touched a gun for a few days," Wang Zhen sighed. "Whatever, suit yourself."

Qin Hu was still hesitant.

At that moment, Wang Ben shouted, "Are you guys ready or not? Move out!"

Qin Hu gritted his teeth, grabbed the automatic rifle, and followed.

Listening to advice can save your life. Wang Zhen was right—a good weapon isn't just about power. Using an unfamiliar gun against an enemy could easily backfire. The most important thing was staying alive. As long as he survived, there would be plenty of chances to get better gear later.

Qin Hu felt he had made the right choice—until he turned around and saw the others.

Aside from him and Wang Zhen, everyone else was armed with ion rifles or laser guns. And once they lined up outside the warehouse, the contrast became even more glaring. Qin Hu felt like he and Wang Zhen were the unwanted stepchildren of the squad, standing there like they were a head shorter than everyone else.

Wang Ben seemed to want to say something but ultimately decided against it. Instead, he led the squad to another underground chamber.

"Alright," Wang Ben announced, "I'm going to teach you how to put on your combat armor. This armor doesn't just protect you—it gives you enhanced strength and agility. You'll be able to run faster, jump higher, and even scale walls like it's nothing."

"Normally, it takes a week to get used to it. But you guys? You have one day. So, my only piece of advice is this: move lightly. The lighter, the better. Once you put on the armor, you'll notice that you don't actually need to move your body—just think about an action, and the armor will do it for you."

Qin Hu's eyes widened. This thing sounded way too powerful.

The others had the same reaction—Wang Ben's explanation seemed unbelievable.

"Alright," Wang Ben waved his hand, "time is short. Listen to my command—suit up!"

The squad moved immediately, eager to get into their gear. They strapped on their chest plates, abdominal guards, leg armor, and arm guards. The automatic locking mechanisms secured the pieces together tightly.

"Heads up!" Wang Ben reminded them. "**Put on your helmet last. Once you do, remember—move as lightly as possible. Understood?"

A few scattered voices responded, "Understood…"

Wang Ben scowled. "Did you even eat today?! I said, understood?!"

"UNDERSTOOD!" The squad replied in unison.

Qin Hu rolled his eyes. Was all this yelling really necessary? Then he suddenly remembered something from a few days ago—a lot of people hadn't worn their helmets then…

Grumbling to himself, he snapped his helmet into place.

The world went dark for a moment, then his HUD (heads-up display) activated. He could see his surroundings again, but now with various data points floating in his vision.

Qin Hu wanted to look at the others—and the moment he thought about it, his entire suit twisted violently, turning him so fast that his neck almost snapped.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

He couldn't believe it. The armor didn't look that advanced, so how was it this insane?!

Wang Ben smirked. "Use your brain, Qin Hu. Just think about it—don't force it."

"I didn't even move!" Qin Hu protested.

"Sure you didn't," Wang Ben said, flashing him a knowing smile.

Qin Hu felt wronged—he really hadn't moved! But then he thought about it again—maybe he had subconsciously tried to turn his head?

What if he tried turning it back?

This time, he didn't move a muscle—he just thought about facing forward.

Smooth as silk, the armor adjusted his position perfectly.

Ah-ha! So this was the trick!

Excited, Qin Hu experimented again. He kept his body still and imagined raising his arm. His suit followed his thought precisely, lifting his arm with ease.

Wang Ben nearly doubted his own eyes. Had this guy already figured it out?

Not just Wang Ben—the entire squad was stunned by how fast Qin Hu adapted.

Wang Zhen couldn't hold back. "How the hell did you do that?!"

"Easy!" Qin Hu grinned, completely unaware that his words would crush the squad's confidence. "Just don't move your body—use your brain!"

"For real?" Wang Zhen hesitantly tried, following Qin Hu's advice. His armor responded instantly. His face lit up with excitement. "Holy crap, it works!"

"No big deal," Qin Hu pretended to be humble, but his smugness was obvious.

"Don't get cocky," Wang Ben immediately shut them down. "This is just the beginning. You have one day. By tomorrow, you need to be fully proficient. Dismissed! Train on your own!"

There was nothing more he could teach them—mastery required practice. The hardest part was learning to let the armor move while keeping the body still—a contradiction that made training frustrating.

If they weren't ready by tomorrow, the sensitivity would have to be reduced, which would make the armor less effective.

Wang Ben, deep in thought, walked away, leaving the ten recruits to figure things out on their own.

One of the new recruits grumbled, "What's so hard about this? I bet we'll all get it soon… How about this—if anyone figures out a trick, we share it. Sound good?"

"Agreed!" Another recruit nodded. "Let's push ourselves—we'll train all night if we have to!"

"Yeah, no sleep tonight!" The group enthusiastically agreed.

They hadn't been together long, but a sense of camaraderie was already forming.

"Alright, alright," Wang Zhen stepped in. "If someone has a good idea, share it. If not, just train hard!"

He knew how difficult this training would be—constant, repetitive practice was the only way. There were no shortcuts.

He considered explaining this to the group, but everyone was too fired up to listen. Instead, he stayed silent—the last thing he wanted was to alienate himself and Qin Hu from the team.

Qin Hu suddenly raised his hand. "I have a question—what exactly counts as 'proficient'?"

Wang Zhen answered, "Being able to move naturally—like you're not even wearing armor."

"Then what's the best way to train? Running? Jumping? Sewing?" Qin Hu made a mock stitching motion.

Wang Zhen's face darkened. "If I knew, I would've told you already! Stop joking around—get to work!"