Bi Lanxing lay on the ground for a long time before he had the strength to get up. The pain simulated by Bai Chunian's accompanying ability was too real, which made Bi Lanxing feel a kind of fear from the bottom of his heart.
Seeing that he hadn't gotten up for a long time, Bai Chunian got up and left the chair, walked to him and squatted down, lifted the little alpha's chin to look at his complexion, and then rolled up his eyelids to check the condition of his pupils.
After taking a deep breath, Bi Lanxing smiled embarrassingly, lying on his back on the ground and asked, "Is this really the feeling of being hit by a bullet? It's terrible."
Bai Chunian squatted on top of his head, looking down at him: "Yeah, only the injuries I have suffered can be simulated with this accompanying ability, I just passed my feelings to your brain intact. "
Bi Lanxing was stunned for a moment, recalling Bai Chunian's words in his mind, got up silently, picked up the rifle and reloaded.
The pain of being shot in the abdomen has completely subsided, but the fear still persists in his mind. Bi Lanxing picked up the ACR and aimed at the head of the moving target. He hesitated to pull the trigger with his index finger. Two seconds, ten seconds passed, and the sharp pain from the bullet entering his body hit him suddenly again.
This time the bullet was shot in the calf.
Bi Lanxing hugged his legs and curled up on the ground, clenching his teeth so as not to scream, frowning and roaring silently, his body was drenched in cold sweat again.
"It's too slow. If you spend ten seconds aiming, your head will be blown off by the enemy. Remember your own advantages and functions. A gland that has both offensive and defensive functions like poison arrow wood must be positioned in the gun position in the team. A single hesitation by you may wipe out all the assaulters charging at the front, and if the assaulters are gone, you will be the next enemy to kill, how did your school teacher teach you?" Bai Chunian picked up the tablet computer beside the resting table , swiped a few times on the screen, and ordered two breakfasts, a sports drink and an iced latte.
Before the food was delivered, Bi Lanxing had fallen to the ground seven times in a row, shot a moving target twelve times in total, killed five times with headshots, missed six times, and missed the target once.
The punishment for missing the target was the heaviest. Bai Chunian made him experience the feeling of being shot in the head.
Bai Chunian brought out a hot breakfast from the food delivery robot, and beckoned to him: "It's half past seven, come and eat."
Bi Lanxing struggled for a long time and couldn't stand up. Bai Chunian walked over and lifted little alpha up, put him on the chair opposite him, pressed his palm on the back of his neck, and injected a soothing pheromone into his glands.
"Instructor, wait for me to slow down for a while." Bi Lanxing lay weakly in front of the round table, with his head buried in his arms, his body convulsing slightly.
"Ah, don't be so polite. Actually, I never asked the children on the island to call me instructor. They insisted on calling me that, making it seem like I'm very strict." Bai Chunian picked up the knife and put it on the sandwich. Spread peanut butter: "What do plant glands usually like to eat? Some nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium."
"No... I can eat normally." Bi Lanxing straightened up with difficulty, picked up a sterile napkin to wipe his hands, in fact, his head was numb from the pain, and he couldn't taste anything he ate.
Bai Chunian pushed the sports drink to him: "Eat more."
Bi Lanxing picked up the glass and took a sip, then continued to lean back on the table, as if without support, he would immediately turn into a bunch of weeds and die on the ground.
"Have you really experienced these pains?" Bi Lanxing asked in a muffled voice, "Then how did you survive?"
"Self-healing is strong, as long as the wound is not infected in a large area, it can heal itself." Bai Chunian said truthfully, "Bullets can't kill me."
"Is this your companion ability?"
"No." Bai Chunian took a sip of the iced latte, "The training I received as a child was quite special."
"It sounds presumptuous... May I know your age." Bi Lanxing asked hesitantly.
"Ah, don't be 'you'." Bai Chunian smiled and showed two fangs. "For us, age is just a period of cultivation, which may be different from your definition of age. Having said that, in this The age of the world doesn't mean anything."
"you?"
"Well, I will tell you in the future, but it depends on whether you can live up to it."
After breakfast, Bai Chunian still sat on the chair and watched Bi Lanxing practice his spear, but he didn't use the companion ability to stimulate him when he made a mistake, because the body of the little alpha had temporarily memorized this series of pain reflexes.
Empty magazines piled up under Bi Lanxing's feet. By noon, Bi Lanxing had been able to achieve a headshot rate of 90% for each group of moving targets, that is, 12 moving targets could hit 10.8 headshots per round on average. indivual.
His shooting ability is not bad. The only flaw is that he is not focused enough, it is difficult to resist surrounding interference, and he relies on touch. Of course, this is also a common problem of most special trainees, and he needs to be forced to change.
Because danger will not come when people are in their best condition, and the enemy will not give him a chance to develop his hand skills when the real guns are live. The threshold of the alliance special agent team cannot be reached casually. It is impossible to kill at the touch of a gun, because the marksmanship of the enemies encountered by the alliance special agent team is beyond the reach of ordinary robbers. Bi Lanxing's result can only be regarded as having reached the passing line for special trainees.
When the bell approached the cafeteria, Bai Chunian took out his ID and swiped it on the speaker on the round table, then lifted the microphone to his lips: "Students from the shooting range gathered in the shooting test area. Target headshot rate."
The frivolous and leisurely voices were amplified and played by the speakers in every corner of the shooting range. The gunshots in the shooting range gradually stopped, and the special trainees gathered in the shooting inspection area. Transparent bulletproof panels and stepped observation platforms were installed around the inspection area.
The faces of the special trainees who gathered around in groups of three or four were livid, some silently prayed that they would not be caught, and some directly bowed to Yan Yi's military uniform portrait hanging on the wall: "Master President, bless you, show your spirit and take Instructor Bai away." .”
But nothing works. Bai Chunian picked up the list sent by the guard uncle, and clicked on the first one: "Watch the wind."
A meerkat alpha trembled all over, and walked out of the observation queue stiffly, and several little alphas next to him crossed their shoulders, winked and wished him a good journey.
"Hello instructor." Mongoose alpha walked to Bai Chunian and bowed, picked up the ACR rifle placed on the examination table, loaded the bullets, and pushed the bullets into the chamber.
Bai Chunian patted Bi Lanxing who was standing next to him: "This is the new student Bi Lanxing who came last night. He practiced all morning, and his average headshot hit rate is 90%. Anyone who has not achieved this result will suffer The penalty is to pack up and leave and choose one."
The mongoose alpha swallowed hard, held up the rifle and aimed at the moving target, and fired a single shot. Twelve consecutive bullets exploded the heads of the twelve moving targets, and the moving targets fell to the ground one after another.
"Not bad, keep it up." Bai Chunian wrote down the results of Mongoose Alpha on the roster, and randomly picked the name of the next special trainee, "Yingying."
The firefly omega jumped up from the seat, its butt glowing with fright, and hurried to Bai Chunian's side and bowed: "Good pickled melon, no, good general, no, teach..."
"Stop talking nonsense, go get the gun, everyone is waiting to eat." Bai Chunian raised his head.
Firefly Omega raised his gun and fired, and all twelve moving targets fell.
Bi Lanxing was secretly surprised. The school they attended is already one of the best in the country. His shooting scores are among the best in the school. It is not uncommon to get the first place in an assessment once in a while, but the moving target here is obviously completely irregular, faster and more realistic. However, a random special trainee here can hit a 100% headshot rate, which is a bit scary.
"Very good." Bai Chunian took down his results and called out the name of the next special trainee. Every time Bai Chunian looked through the roster, all the special trainees would involuntarily hold their breath, as if waiting for the death sentence.
The third one to be pointed was a zebra alpha, who entered the field tremblingly, but because he was too nervous, the first shot missed the target.
Bai Chunian snorted: "Fuck, the 5.56 caliber ACR can't hold it down? How about you raise the national flag? I leaked the roof."
Although the zebra alpha regained a little feeling behind, it only knocked down 8 moving targets, and the headshot rate was only 66%.
"Don't eat, when is it time to leave after practice?" Bai Chunian snapped his fingers, and Zebra Alpha's body froze for a moment, and immediately rolled to the ground, hugging his head and howling. Since there are four targets that have not been knocked down, four bullets will hit the body of the special trainee himself. This is the assessment rule established by Bai Chunian.
About twenty minutes later, Bai Chunian randomly checked nine special trainees, six of them passed the examination, and the other three were writhing on the ground in pain.
Bai Chunian flipped through the roster casually, and when he was about to call the tenth special trainee, the mobile phone placed on the round table rang, which sounded like a notification of special concern.
He picked up his phone and took a look. Rimbaud sent a picture, but the signal in the shooting range was not very good, so the picture could only be loaded bit by bit.
It was followed by a voice, and Bai Chunian clicked to play it as if no one was there.
Rimbaud: "Randimebolujeo?"
No one could understand even if it was played out, Bai Chunian touched the two band-aids on the side of his neck that were barely visible, and replied in a low voice with the corners of his lips curled up: "It's training, I'll call you back later."
The trainees all saw that the instructor's eyes changed from frivolous and playful to kind, and even the way he pressed the voice button and whispered next to the microphone was unprecedentedly gentle.
Putting down the phone, Bai Chunian lowered his head and said to the loudspeaker microphone: "Okay, I'll check here today, let's all go eat. Keep up the good work. The level is too low. I'll wash my eyes myself."
The special trainees got the amnesty and rushed out of the shooting range. Fearing that instructor Bai would repent, one ran faster than the other. Bai Chunian glanced at the three unlucky guys on the ground who were cramping in pain: "You guys go too, and ask me to retake the exam tonight."
The three poor people ran away rolling and crawling.
When the people were almost gone, Bai Chunian picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number, then raised his hand to signal that Bi Lanxing could also go to dinner.
Bi Lanxing had no choice but to leave the shooting range. When he walked to the entrance of the cafeteria, he found a group of special trainees gathered together, discussing something fiercely, and some omega blushed.
"It must be a colleague! The voice is obviously like an alpha, and it looks like a domineering president."
Bi Lanxing leaned over and listened, and found a clownfish omega standing in the middle of the crowd, and said to everyone mysteriously: "That voice said, does the kitty miss me? Really, I will lie to you tonight There is no sea anemone to sleep, alas, I have heard that my family lives by the sea! You don’t believe it!”