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Shen Fei spent the next two hours waiting in line.

The first step is a physical examination.

A group of Wagner military doctors and prison doctors stood in a makeshift shed, holding forms in their hands. Next to them were stethoscopes, blood pressure monitors, and several boxes of unknown medicines that had expired.

The prisoners were herded in one by one.

Take off your clothes.

Simple, crude and without any human rights.

When it was Shen Fei's turn, as soon as he entered, he heard a bearded military doctor say without raising his head, "Take off your clothes."

Shen Fei was stunned for a moment: "Take off all your clothes?"

The military doctor raised his head and glanced at him: "Do you think I want to peek at you?"

Shen Fei thought about it and felt it made sense.

He took off his clothes very cooperatively.

He didn't have any psychological burden. Most of the people present were men, so he just looked at it.

But after Shen Fei finished taking off his clothes, the atmosphere in the shed was strangely quiet for a moment. Many of the furry bear prisoners who were queuing subconsciously glanced at him, and then looked down at themselves.

Then, they turned their heads silently.

One of them, a strong man with chest hair as thick as a brown bear, even quietly took half a step back.

However, several female mercenaries wearing military doctor uniforms next to him obviously looked at him twice. One of them, a blonde female military doctor, raised her eyebrows and whispered something to her companions next to her.

Shen Fei understood.

But he chose not to hear it.

After all, in a foreign country, the most important thing is to keep a low profile.

After the physical examination, the doctor stamped his form.

Shen Fei followed the team and continued walking forward.

The second process is to change clothes, which is more sloppy than the physical examination.

Several Wagner soldiers stood guard next to a pile of army green canvas bags, handing out equipment to everyone like potatoes.

"Next!"

"Size?"

"No size."

"As long as you can wear it."

As soon as Shen Fei walked over, a soldier pulled out a camouflage uniform from the box at his feet and threw it into his arms.

The clothes are very old.

The cuffs were worn white, and there were dark stains on the shoulders that couldn't be washed away.

There is a name tag sewn on the chest with an unfamiliar Russian name written on it.

Shen Fei took a look and didn't ask any more questions.

Because he has seen it.

Under the recruiting officer's desk, there was a pile of old name tags that had been cut out.

Obviously,

It doesn't matter who these clothes originally belonged to. What's important is that the original owner most likely has no use for them now.

It was like World War II, and Commissioner Smith didn’t know how much he had made.

Shen Fei looked down at the camouflage uniform in his arms, and then he wisely tore off the name tag and stuffed it into his pocket.

The clothes of the dead can be worn.

There is no need to memorize the names of dead people.

After he changed his clothes, he received another pair of military boots.

The boots were quite sturdy, but they were obviously not new.

The upper of the left shoe was worn, and half of the dry mud was still stuck on the sole of the right shoe.

Shen Fei put it on and tried it on.

Not a good fit.

But it’s not unwearable.

After staying in Mao Xiong Prison, his requirements for the quality of life have been reduced a lot.

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