"Who is it?" Han Sen had already noticed Yang Manli's little move, but he had no intention of exposing it.
"Yang Zikun, the grandson of Yang Xiuwen, a demigod-level member of the House of Lords." Yang Manli directly told Han Sen about Yang Zikun's situation.
More than ten days ago, Yang Zikun entered the shelter as an adult and randomly arrived at the steel armor shelter. Then the steel armor team received orders from above to provide Yang Zikun with as much help as possible and protect his safety.
Yang Zikun comes from a famous family, and his cultivation and quality are good. However, he is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with such a noble background. In addition, he has been outstanding since he was a child. Although he looks very humble and polite, as long as he decides on things, It is also difficult for others to change his mind.
And Yang Zikun is obviously too confident in himself, or he likes to challenge high difficulty. Just a few days after arriving at the shelter, he was already thinking about challenging mutant creatures. The bad gamblers and the others followed them for a few days, and they almost failed. I was scared to death by Yang Zikun.
Yang Manli also tried to persuade Yang Zikun to take it step by step and not to be too radical, but it was completely useless for Yang Zikun.
"Only by challenging between life and death can you have a profound understanding. Martial arts understood from the extreme is the true meaning of martial arts..." Yang Manli didn't know where Yang Zikun heard these words, but she really didn't. Ability to convince Yang Zikun.
Without the order from above, Yang Manli would have been too lazy to care about his life or death, but now she had to find a way to convince Yang Zikun, otherwise if he died, the team would be punished.
"Leave it to me. I'll go see Yang Zikun tomorrow morning." Han Sen hung up the communicator with a smile.
Early the next morning, Han Sen entered the Steel Armor Shelter. It was still dark, and he met Yang Zikun, who had been practicing darts there early in the morning.
Yang Manli introduced Han Sen to Yang Zikun. Yang Zikun was really well-educated, confident and easy to like. At least in Han Sen's view, he was just a child.
"Captain Han, if possible, I hope you can arrange for someone to take me to the Dark Swamp for training." Yang Zikun was very polite, but what he said made people frown.
Not to mention Yang Zikun, who has just been in the shelter for more than ten days. Even among people with full mutant genes, not many dare to go to the Dark Swamp, and even fewer can come back.
Yang Manli frowned slightly and was about to speak to dissuade Yang Zikun, but Han Sen waved her hand to stop her.
"Young Master Yang, why do you want to go to the Dark Swamp?" Han Sen looked at Yang Zikun and asked with a smile.
"The dark swamp is infested with poisonous insects, which is perfect for me to practice darts." Yang Zikun patted his dart bag. There were two rows of darts in it. At first glance, they were high-end goods with a very high Z-steel content.
"I see, going to the Dark Swamp to practice darts is indeed a good choice. However, I think your dart skills are really not that good. They are not up to the level of going to the Dark Swamp. First, go to the Green Grass Forest to practice with the Bronze-Toothed Beast. Let's practice." Han Sen said casually.
"You haven't seen my dart skills, how do you know I'm not good at it?" Yang Zikun frowned slightly, obviously very dissatisfied with Han Sen's arbitrary decision.
"It should be said that it is the intuition of a dart player." Han Sen said with a smile.
"You also practice darts?" Yang Zikun looked at Han Sen, as if he was very suspicious of this. Han Sen didn't even have a dart bag on him, and he didn't look like a darts practitioner.
Han Sen did not answer Yang Zikun, but smiled and said: "Let's do this. I will point you to a target. If you hit the target, I will ask someone to take you to the dark swamp. If you miss, you will follow my arrangements in the future. How about it?"
"Yes, but the target must be within twenty meters." Yang Zikun was obviously very confident in his escort skills.
"You can stand as close as you want." Han Sen said and took the suspicious Yang Zikun to the shooting range used by the marksman team for practice. There were many archery targets inside.
Han Sen walked into the shooting range, pulled an archery target from the ground, carried it to another archery target, and then inserted the previous target thirty centimeters in front of the other target.
The archery targets are round, with a diameter of about sixty or seventy centimeters. Now Han Sen has inserted the two archery targets in a line. Viewed from the front, the target behind them can no longer be seen.
Not to mention that Yang Zikun didn't know what Han Sen meant. Yang Manli and other members of the Marksman Team who were watching also looked at Han Sen who came back with puzzled faces, wondering what he wanted to do.
"Can you hit the red heart from such a long distance?" Han Sen walked up to Yang Zikun and asked, pointing to the target he had inserted there.
"Of course, no problem." Yang Zikun looked at Han Sen and replied.
"I'm talking about the red heart on the target behind you. Can you hit it from here?" Han Sen said again.
Yang Zikun suddenly frowned, looked at Han Sen and said: "Captain Han, aren't you trying to embarrass me? The two archery targets are so close, even with a curved dart, it's impossible to hit the back target. of red hearts.”
"What if I can hit him?" Han Sen looked at Yang Zikun and said with a smile.
"Captain Han, you don't want to hit the target in front of you, do you? If that's the case, I can do it too." Yang Zikun pursed his lips and said.
"If I hit the target in front of me, I lose." Han Sen said calmly.
"Okay, if you can stand here without touching the target in front and hit the red heart of the target behind, I will listen to you whatever you say." Yang Zikun thought carefully for a while, then looked at Han Sen and said slowly .
"That's quite thoughtful." Han Sen smiled, turned to the direction of the target, pointed at himself and said, "Can I stand here?"
"Okay." Yang Zikun looked at Han Sen doubtfully.
This man's self-confidence made him waver a little, but no matter what Yang Zikun thought, Han Sen couldn't hit the target behind him. The distance between the two archery targets was too close. Even if he could shoot a curved dart, he would only be able to hit it at most. He was able to hit the edge of the target about ten centimeters behind, which was still far away from the small red heart. Yang Zikun could not think of any way to hit the red heart behind him.
He didn't believe that Han Sen could do it, but seeing Han Sen's determination and composure made him a little suspicious and curious. He wanted to know what this man wanted to do, or what trick this man wanted to use. .
But Han Sen never thought about using any tricks. It was not worth using any tricks to deal with such a child.
Han Sen took out a ghost flame butterfly dart made of Z steel and hit the archery target casually.
(End of chapter)