In a dimly lit room, there are rows of tables neatly arranged, and at each table stands a boy who is about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a black goggles. At this moment, disassembled firearm components are scattered on each table, and these teenagers are skillfully assembling the firearms in their hands with a sense of hand.
"time up!"
With a stern shout, almost all of them immediately put down their guns, standing straight with their hands behind them.
At this time ,a voice seemed to slow down a step, unable to keep up with the neat and orderly beat, and it seemed a little bit dissonant.
"8!" A middle-aged man in the costume of an instructor strode to the young man who was a step slower than others, and cursed: "Do you know that you have been slow for nearly a second?"
The young man trembled, his face turned pale, and he said nervously, "I'm sorry, instructor."
"What is written in Article 6 of Chapter 10 of the Training Book?"
The boy gritted his teeth and shouted, "'Never say sorry', instructor."
"Very well, don't forget who you are. No one can ever let us say the three words'I'm sorry'."
"Yes, instructor."
The instructor gave the young man a cold look, then said in a low voice, "8, your combined equipment did not meet the requirements just now, how do you think I should punish you?"
8 shuddered suddenly, gritted his teeth and said: "Leave the instructor to punish."
The instructor nodded: "I will give you another chance now, and you will choose someone from here to compete with you again."
8 nodded in surprise: "Yes, thank you instructor."
The instructor sneered: "Okay, you start to choose."
8 If you don't even think about it, immediately report: "11."
Hearing that it was not their own number, almost all the teenagers were secretly relieved.
An imperceptible sneer hung on the corner of the instructor's mouth, turning his head and shouting loudly, "11, get out!"
He is also a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, but compared to 8's slightly fat body, 11 seems to be thinner. His hair is a bit messy, his eyes are covered with black cloth and he can't see his eyes, but from the whole face, it should be relatively beautiful. It's just that the corners of his slightly thin lips always smelled of laziness.
Although the young man called 11 was blindfolded, he seemed to be very clear and did not touch him. He walked around all the tables blocking him and walked directly in front of the instructor: "Instructor."
"11, 8 chose you as your opponent, do you have any opinions?"
11 said calmly: "No."
"Very good." The instructor beckoned. At his signal, the other two adjutants stepped forward and cleared the table between 11 and 8, removed the 54-type pistol components on the previous table, and then took out two Desert Eagles. The pistol disassembled it and placed it in front of the two.
The instructor checked his watch and asked quietly, "Are you ready?"
8 He rubbed his hands nervously, put his hands on the gun, and prepared to assemble the gun at the fastest speed under the command of the instructor. While 11 is still standing upright, with his hands behind him, it seems that he is leisurely, without any sense of crisis.
The room was very quiet, with only heavy breathing.
"Start!"
The two teenagers who were competing moved unanimously, and 8 immediately pressed them down with both hands. When he fumbled for a part of a firearm, five fingers could hold it. It is called a grip on pistols and revolvers, and on a rifle. At the same time that it is called the small grip on the Huatang gun, 11 has already held it in the barrel.
Seeing 11 skilled movements, the instructor nodded with satisfaction. All of his students were handed over to him to supervise them since they were babies, but 11 exceptions. At the age of 11, the organization solemnly brought him, and repeatedly requested that the number of 11 be 11, and was not allowed to change his name. Fortunately, the original 11 of his team had been died by him several years ago. So the request was finalized without any objections, and the instructor's team has since added a mysterious 11.
Because 11 was appear at halfway, others might not know the boy called 11, but the instructor has been observing him secretly since he joined the team. It can be said that he knows this boy very well. 11Although like other teenagers, he is not very talkative due to the influence of the environment here, but his nature is very optimistic.
For this reason, other teenagers thought he was easy to bully, like 8, when he was punished, he was the first to call 11. In fact, everyone is wrong. The instructor knows that this 11 is not as weak as he is externally.
Although he does not hold grudges against trivial matters, if anyone really provokes him, he will definitely be more cruel and poisonous than anyone else.
When I remembered that there was a young boy who had angered his final fate after 11, even the murderous instructor broke out in cold sweat. Although he usually doesn't express himself and even hides his strength, but the instructors who grew up with him don't know his true strength. The true strength of 11 can definitely be ranked in the top three among this group of teenagers.
Barrel ,barrel... 8 groping for the last components on the table, just at this moment, there was a clear voice from the other side.
8 trembles suddenly, because he knows that this is the sound of a bullet being loaded, which means that the guns in 11's hands have been assembled.
Without the slightest hesitation, the 11 movements are as harmonious and perfect as flowing clouds, quickly flattening the arms, and aiming the muzzle between the eyebrows of 8.
Feeling the threatening, 8 instinctively moved away quickly. 11's head turned slightly to the side, a scornful smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and the right hand holding the gun moved at the same time as 8 kept changing positions.
"Peng!" A black smoke gurgled from the barrel, and 8 had a blood hole between his eyebrows, and fell backward with a look of unwillingness.
The instructor glanced at the corpse on the ground without expression, nodded and said: "Very good. 11, tell me the type and performance of the gun in your hand."
Without the slightest hesitation, 11 immediately said: "The eagle of the desert, known as the'pocket cannon.' It can be modified. With the long barrel, it has a range of up to 200 meters. It has strong penetrating power and great recoil after shortcomings. "
The instructor nodded and expressed his approval: "Okay, take off your blindfolds."
As if after thousands of drills, dozens of teenagers took off their blindfolds at the same time.
When 11 took off the blindfold, a pair of aura eyes appeared, which matched the whole face even more delicately. Looking at his slightly innocent face, it is really hard for him to think that he just killed a companion without hesitation, and the corpse is still lying not far from him.
The instructor's calm gaze was swept across everyone's face, and he said in a deep voice, "The morning course is over. You have one hour to have lunch. After lunch, you will all gather at the mine. If you are late, then you don't need to come again." Everyone understands the meaning of not having to come again. In this place, only corpses can not participate in the training of every day.
The instructor glanced at 11 faintly, then turned and left without saying a word. None of the dozens of teenagers spoke, all of them quietly lined up in two rows and filed out. 11 took another look at the corpse on the ground, shook his head, threw the desert eagle in his hand on the table at will, and joined the team going out.