When Liu Chang recited these words silently in his heart, it was not the kind of MLM-style self-hypnosis, without passion, without passion, but with responsibility and what should be taken for granted.
Cowardly people need encouragement. Liu Chang is no longer cowardly. The biggest gain brought to him by the end of the world is not his strong eyesight, his thick scales, or his strong body, but his strong heart. A heart tempered by countless deaths and hardships, the heart of the last days.
You can be moved and sad because of the death of your loved ones, but you will not let negative emotions occupy your heart and affect your next life plan.
You can have blood on your hands, but you are not greedy for power and blood, because people who are bloodthirsty are actually just venting their negative emotions of anger and fear through killing.
No more fear when faced with the threat of death.
Survival is a desire!
This is the heart of the last days, a heart polished by sand, stone, wind and fire, a heart of a man forged after suffering and suffering, a solid heart.
This heart does not belong to a certain person, but to all those who have survived. They are equally radiant but different.
Li Qingshui's silence in the face of death...
Milan's retreat in the face of death...
Li Feng and Zhou Kai's methods and tenacity in the face of death...
Even Qingyin's current silence and Tiantian's stubbornness.
These are the hearts of the last days, and they are all strong hearts that have been polished through countless pains, and they are the hearts that are most suitable for those who survived.
Therefore, Liu Chang has never issued any hard orders in this team—because people with these hearts know how to choose for themselves, no matter whether they live or die, they all have their own independent will.
Liu Chang brought his own independent will and the heart of the end times, not long after he left the house, he wrote another disgraceful stroke in his increasingly bad life history.
He robbed.
Robbers usually rob people with knives, so Liu Chang made an anti-robber—he snatched a knife.
To be exact, he robbed a dozen gangs before he found a bigger knife—a giant machete.
The model is naturally not as huge as the one made for him by the clone in the dream, but it is already a rare big guy. The person who used him was a strong-looking guy with a slender body, and it seemed that his strength had evolved to be very powerful, so this knife should be dedicated to him.
And this special tool, after Liu Chang knocked out his owner, became a tool for Liu Chang to practice swinging a knife.
After spending half the morning finding this handy thing, Liu Chang started his own journey of wielding a knife.
Simple and boring to the point of lackluster.
Then Liu Chang didn’t even poop except eating and peeing. He swung from morning to afternoon, and then from afternoon to night. Then the middle of the night came, the eldest and second returned, and then the others consciously backed down. Entered the stage of dream training again.
The scene Liu Chang dreamed of today was a closed secret room, with no blue sky and white clouds around, only a vast and invisible secret room, with a gray ceiling above his head and a gray floor. The scenery was extremely monotonous and boring—just like his day The process of swinging a knife.
"It seems that mood really affects dreams." The boss looked at the gray above his head.
"Where's the third child?" Liu Chang asked, "He didn't come today, so nothing happened, right?"
"Something happened." It was the second child who answered his question, "I heard that in the past two days, a super awesome person came to the research institute, and the entire senior management has fallen out because of this person in the past two days. Because of this person Just two days after arriving at the research institute, he made a bold statement that he would wipe out all the cockroaches in the city within three days—he alone.”
"So awesome?" Liu Chang opened his mouth in surprise, "Who is it?"
"Who knows, it's either a super powerful person or a super unreliable person." The second child said: "The third child has already gone to inquire, of course, this matter has nothing to do with us. After all, the cockroach No matter how powerful it is, it won’t kill us, let the higher-ups do it themselves. The third child is going out today, mainly to contact you about the smelting factory.”
"Well, I also want to make some more powerful bullets for you." The boss said: "But our small workshop can't do it, we need more sophisticated equipment."
"What stronger bullet?" Liu Chang asked.
"It's a bullet with special functions, which is used with minced meat." The boss said, "I haven't figured out the specific research method, because your minced meat has too strong impact, and I don't know how to add things to the bullet. Can things be done? After all, the stronger the impact of a firearm, the more difficult it is to precisely process the bullets, and I don’t want the bullets to explode in the muzzle just because of one of my additions or a pattern.”
The boss rubbed his chin and thought for a while, then said: "So, don't think about it first, practice your melee combat well, eat food bite by bite, and do things one by one .”
"Okay." Liu Chang nodded, "Is it still practicing swinging a knife today?"
"Just do the pure knife swing practice during the day, it's a never-ending practice." The boss said: "Because we used up too much yesterday, we couldn't do other exercises for you, so we let you swing the knife all night." Yes, what we are going to do today, although it is still about swinging a knife, the key is to train your eyes."
As the boss was talking, he stretched out his hand just like yesterday, and created the unpretentious thick-backed giant knife from the air, and then handed it to Liu Chang.
After receiving the giant knife, Liu Chang obviously felt his arm sinking today—this knife has a lot more weight than yesterday.
"This weight is the influence I exert on your mind. Of course, this influence is real. Therefore, the knife you use today is almost exactly the same as the knife I will make for you. Yes." Handing the knife to Liu Chang, the boss stretched out his hand again and created an assault rifle out of thin air, "Let's feel it well, what we are going to do next is not that simple."
"Well, for the eye training to be done today, we feel that you are too incapable of using your dynamic vision and calculation and analysis capabilities." The second child added: "Get used to the knife well, the next thing we have to do is to chop with the knife Bullet practice!"
"Slash bullets with a knife?" Liu Chang brandished a big knife, doubts appeared in his eyes, "It's not easy, my speed is many times slower than the bullets."
"It's not easy. This requires you to have absolute control over your dynamic vision and the computing power in your brain." The boss said while gesticulating with the muzzle he was holding, "From here, from bullets, and even from my muscles Start counting from the moment you move, and predict the trajectory of the bullet flying out in advance. In fact, what you have to do is very simple - use powerful computing power to calculate the trajectory of each bullet, and then put it there That's it!"
"Yes, put it on the trajectory of the bullet." The second child acted as the interpreter of the boss's words, "It's actually not that difficult to cut the bullet with a knife. You have always had this talent, but you just don't know how to use it."
"Don't talk nonsense, you already have the knife in your hand, the next step, you know what to do!" Holding the gun, the boss stepped back a dozen steps, distanced himself from Liu Chang.
"Yeah." Liu Chang frowned, and put the knife edge flat on his chest, and then his body slowly changed—whether in the dream or outside the dream, he became strong and ferocious, with scales covering his body. Muscles bulge and bones become gigantic.
"Get ready!" After Liu Chang's transformation was completed, he focused all his mind and attention on the boss.
"OK, then I'll shoot!" The boss shouted, and the muzzle of the assault rifle flashed a flame tail, and then spit out countless metal bullets with the sound of "chug chug".
The trajectory of the bullet was very clear in Liu Chang's eyes. From the moment he saw the first bullet, he suddenly raised his arm, intending to move the huge blade to slash the flying metal particles. But unfortunately, the speed of the bullet was too fast, and the speed of his raising his arm was too slow, and when he had just moved halfway, the bullet had already hit his scales, flashing a flame.
"Oh!" The pain came from his body, it was so intense.
"This pain is what I give you extra, focus!" The boss's bullets are almost infinite, he shouted, while still firing his rifle "chug chug", "You have to judge from the moment my arm moves , Also, have you forgotten your muscle power technique? When you swung the first bullet, why did the muscles on the back of your right thigh move? Is that where you should be exerting force? Man and the other party, you must know how to use the muscle groups reasonably! Extra movements will only make your already slow movements slower, and the swing should be simple, direct and effective!!!”
The boss was shooting and shouting at the same time, and Liu Chang was hit by the hail of bullets attacking every piece of scales in his body-the boss's marksmanship was very good, and he almost missed every shot, and he was cut by a bullet from head to tail. , but blocked some with the blade.
"Damn, don't be tricky. Don't use the back of the knife to block bullets, I can block such a large cross-section!" Seeing the sparks bursting out of Liu Chang's knife, the boss continued to shout: "Be careful with the knife, and judge the bullet on my arm. Just put the knife on the trajectory of the bullet you predicted in advance, my arm moves like a snail in your eyes, you have to concentrate, just put it there!"
"Just put it there in advance..."
"Just put it there..."
What a light sentence, what a difficult thing—in the first two hours of training tonight, Liu Chang dodged countless bullets and blocked countless bullets. Countless rounds were fired—but not even one hit.