The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

A few hours before Xu Feng left the instance, something unknown was happening in a WeChat group for truck drivers hundreds of kilometers away.

On the screen, a message from the deputy foreman, Brother Liu, appeared:

"Foreman Li has spoken. He wants you long-haul truck drivers to haul your trucks full of steel coils from the branch highway towards Yanjing, stop at the designated service area, and that's it. You don't need to worry about anything else. After the job is done, each of you will receive five million yuan, settled in cash, no delays."

The group chat exploded instantly.

"Five million?"

Driver Lao Wang pinched his thigh, thinking he had misread it:

"Brother Liu, what are we going to do with this steel coil? Isn't the Yanjing Expressway under lockdown already? We're hauling this massive load weighing tens of tons; won't we get stopped if we try to go in?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask!" Brother Liu's message carried a chilling threat. "This is a state secret. Asking too much won't do anyone any good. Go ahead and ask if you want to die!"

A brief silence fell over the group chat.

"Never haul steel coils, even if it means starving" is an ironclad rule in the freight industry. Steel coils are heavy and prone to slipping; a slight mishap could result in a vehicle crash and loss of life.

But five million is a huge sum of money, enough to buy their lives. These words were like a succubus, tightly binding the minds of every driver.

That's the money they couldn't earn in a lifetime of long-distance driving; it's their only hope for building a house, getting married, and saving up for their children's tuition.

"I'll do it!" Finally, Old Li broke the silence, his voice trembling. "My son has uremia and needs a kidney transplant. I can't miss out on this money!"

"I'll do it too!"

"It's just parking the car at the service area, what's so difficult about that?" A chorus of agreement rose and fell, the lure of money ultimately outweighing the fear of risk.

"Okay, the one million deposit for transporting this batch of goods has been transferred to your bank card. Take a look, park at the designated service area and leave. Leave the keys behind, don't lock the doors, and don't worry about the truck anymore."

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As night fell, heavy trucks loaded with tens of tons of steel coils, like lurking beasts, quietly merged from various branch highways into the main road leading to Yanjing.

They eventually ended up clustered together at various service areas along the Yanjing Expressway.

The parking lots of almost every service area were packed with trucks, their dark cargo compartments gleaming coldly under the streetlights.

"What's going on? Why are there so many trucks carrying steel coils all of a sudden?" Xiao Zhang, a staff member at the Yanjing West District Expressway Service Area, rubbed his eyes, looking puzzled.

He clearly remembered that, in order to ensure the passage of important convoys, the Yanjing Expressway had long ago issued a ban on trucks entering the area.

The origins of these cars are unknown, and their concentration in such a cluster gives off an inexplicable eeriness.

Not daring to delay, Xiao Zhang immediately dialed the local traffic police brigade, his tone urgent:

"Hey traffic police officers, dozens of large trucks carrying steel coils have arrived at the Yanjing West Service Area. They're all illegally driving on the road and are currently parked in the parking lot. We've stopped these drivers who are trying to leave. Could you please come and take a look?"

After receiving the report, the traffic police brigade immediately realized that something was amiss.

The captain personally led a team of more than 20 police officers to the service area at the same time, and contacted the nearby armed police squadron for support.

"Stop all engines, get out of the vehicle, and present your vehicle registration and freight manifest!"

Traffic police officers, armed with body cameras, formed a cordon around the truck, attempting to control the situation.

The drivers shrank back, not daring to say a word, and simply got out of their cars and lined up as required.

With only the thought of five million in their minds, they were completely unaware that countless eyes were watching them from the shadows on both sides of the service area.

Just then, a piercing gunshot suddenly shattered the night sky!

A group of people wearing black masks rushed out from both sides of the road, carrying homemade shotguns, modified rifles, and even a few homemade bombs.

"Move! Leave no one alive!" the leader roared in a low voice, pointing his gun at the unsuspecting traffic police and the armed police who had just arrived.

"Enemy attack! Counterattack!" Armed police squad leader Chen Feng reacted swiftly and immediately ordered a counterattack.

The crisp sound of gunfire mingled with the blasts of terrorist shotguns, instantly turning the service area into a battlefield.

The tourists screamed and scattered in terror. The traffic police covered the people and helped them hide in safe corners such as restrooms and storage rooms, while they picked up their batons and the few guns they had to fight back.

Chen Feng lay prone behind a truck, bullets whizzing past his ear and sparking as they hit the ground.

"Xiao Wang! Lao Li!"

Chen Feng's eyes were bloodshot. He could only watch helplessly as the new recruit, Xiao Wang, was shot in the back by a shotgun while protecting a woman holding a child. Blood instantly soaked through his camouflage uniform.

Despite being shot multiple times, veteran squad leader Li Jianjun held the trigger tightly until he fired the last bullet, at which point his body slowly went limp and he collapsed to the ground, his blood staining the ground red.

He watched helplessly as familiar faces fell one by one. Some, in an attempt to block the breach, clung tightly to the charging enemies, rolling around in a heap, ultimately perishing together.

Some people hid in the storage room to protect the crowd, using their bodies to block the bullets.

The terrorists were numerous and powerful, with fierce firepower, while the armed police and traffic police combined numbered only about forty, and their firearms were severely insufficient.

Chen Feng's arm was grazed by a stray bullet and burned with pain, but he didn't care about bandaging it; he only had one thought in his mind.

The message must be delivered!

Taking advantage of a lull in the gunfire, he pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling as he tried to dial the command post.

However, the screen showed zero signal bars, indicating that the other party was carrying a signal jammer!

"Damn it!" Chen Feng gritted his teeth, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

As he watched the approaching terrorists, the trembling civilians hiding in the corner, and the falling figures of his comrades, a resolute flame ignited in his eyes.

He suddenly stood up, emerging from behind cover, his rifle spitting fire, forcefully halting the enemy's offensive rhythm.

"Quick! Find a chance to break through! Go and report!" he shouted to the few remaining comrades beside him, looking at the terrorists who had already surrounded them.

Chen Feng immediately realized that this terrorist was no ordinary terrorist.

Alternating cover, precise fire suppression, and cunning flanking routes demonstrate military skills that are far beyond the capabilities of ordinary thugs.

It's obvious that he's far superior to ordinary terrorists. Could he be a mercenary who retired from a foreign special forces unit?

Damn it, how did they get in here!

These terrorists' encirclement operation was very skillful; they simply couldn't break through!

Chen Feng could only watch helplessly as his comrades fell one by one.

He pulled out his phone with trembling hands; the signal bars on the screen were still zero, indicating that the signal jammer was still operating.

He knew he couldn't possibly break out alive, so he hastily left one last note in his notebook.

[Son, Dad loves you...]