"Click!Click..."

In a dark room, rows of tables were neatly arranged, and in front of each table was a boy with black eyes wearing a blindfold, which seemed to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. At this moment, each table was scattered with disassembled gun components, and these teenagers skillfully assembled the guns in their hands with a touch.

"Time is here!"

With a stern shout, almost everyone immediately put down the gun in their hands and stood straight behind them.

"Crack!" A voice seemed to slow down, unable to keep up with the neat and orderly beat, and seemed a little disharmonious.

"93!" A middle-aged man in instructor's uniform strode to the boy who was one step slower than others, and scolded: "Do you know you have been slowing down for nearly a second?"

The young man trembled, his face turned slightly pale, and he said with a nervous expression: "I'm sorry, instructor."

"What is the sixth chapter of the training rules?"

The boy gritted his teeth and shouted, "'Never say sorry, instructor."

"Very good, don't forget who you are. No one can ever make us say the three words 'sorry'."

"Yes, instructor."

The instructor looked at the boy coldly, lowered his voice and said, "93, your combination of equipment did not meet the requirements just now. What do you think I should punish you?"

93 trembled suddenly, gritted his teeth and said, "Let the instructor punish him."

The instructor nodded: "I will give you another chance now, and you will choose someone from here to compete with you."

93 nodded in surprise and said, "Yes, thank you instructor."

The instructor sneered: "Okay, you can start choosing."

93 reported immediately without thinking: "11."

Almost all the teenagers secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that they were not reporting their own number.

The instructor sneered in a slight sneer that was not easy to detect, and turned his head and shouted loudly: "11, get out of the line!"

He is also a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, but compared to his slightly fat figure of 93, 11 seems to be thinner. His hair is a little scattered, his eyes are covered with black cloth and cannot see his eyes, but from the whole face, he should be more handsome. However, there is always a hint of laziness on the corners of his slightly thin lips.

Although the boy called 11 was blindfolded, he seemed to see clearly without touching him. He walked around all the tables blocking him and walked directly to the instructor: "Instructor."

"11,93 Do you have any objections to choose you as your opponent?"

11 said calmly: "No."

"Very good." The instructor waved his hand. At his signal, the other two adjutants stepped forward to clear the table between 11 and 93, removed the components of the 54 pistol on the previous table, and then took out two Desert Eagle 0.50in pistols to separate them and put them in front of the two.

The instructor looked at his watch and asked in a low voice: "Are you ready?"

93 rubbed his hands nervously, put his hands on the sky above the gun, preparing to combine the guns as fast as possible at the instructor's order. 11 was still standing straight, with his hands behind him, seemingly leisurely, without a trace of crisis.

The room was very quiet, with only heavy breathing sounds.

"start!"

The two teenagers who were competing moved at the same time, and 93 immediately pressed their hands down. When he found out that he could hold it (a component of the firearm, with five fingers. It was called a grip on the pistol and revolver, and it was called a small grip on the rifle and sliding gun), 11 had already held the grip on the barrel.

Seeing 11's skillful movements, the instructor nodded with satisfaction. All of his students were handed over to him for the training from the baby, with 11 being the exception. When 11 was ten years old, the organization Zheng Erzhongzhi brought him, and repeatedly asked the number of 11 to be 11, and no name was allowed. Fortunately, the original 11 on his team was shot dead by him several years ago, so the request was settled without any objection. From then on, the instructor's team had another mysterious 11. Because 11 became a monk halfway, others may not understand this young man named 11, but the instructor has been observing him secretly since he joined the team. It can be said that he has a very good understanding of this young man. Although 11, like other teenagers, is not very affectionate with the environment here.

Speaking, but he is very optimistic in nature. He forgets what he has to do and will not hold grudges. For this reason, other teenagers think that he is easy to bully, such as 93. He is the first to call 11 when he is punished. In fact, everyone is wrong, and it is very wrong. The instructor knows that this 11 is not as weak as he is outside. Although he does not hold grudges for small things, if anyone really messes with him, he will definitely be more ruthless and more poisonous than anyone else. When he thinks about a boy who angered 11 in the end, even the instructor who is so murderous, he doesn't feel cold sweat. Although he does not show himself regularly and even hides his strength, how can the instructor who grew up with him not know his true strength. The true strength of 11 can definitely be among the top three among these teenagers.

Magazine, magazine...93 was fumbled on the table and at this moment, a crisp "swish" sound came from the opposite side.

93 trembled suddenly because he knew that this was the sound of the bullet loading, which means that the guns in 11's hands had been combined.

Without any hesitation, the 11 movements were as harmonious and perfect as flowing water. He quickly flattened his arms and aimed the muzzle between his eyebrows of 93.

Feeling the threatening aura, 93 instinctively moved away quickly to the side. 11's head slightly turned, a disdainful smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and the right hand holding the gun moved at the same time as 93's continuous position was constantly changing.

"Bang!" A stream of blue smoke gushed out of the barrel of the gun, and 93 had a blood hole in his eyebrows, and he 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 shape and performance of the gun in your hand."

Without any hesitation, 11 immediately said: "The 50-caliber Desert Eagle is known as the 'pocket cannon'. It can be modified. After adding the barrel, the range can reach 200 meters. It has strong execution power and great force after the disadvantages."

The instructor nodded and expressed his approval: "Okay, you all take off your blindfolds."

As if after thousands of exercises, dozens of teenagers took off their blindfolds while completely moving.

When 11 removed the eye mask, he showed a pair of spiritual and vivid eyes, which looked more delicate with his whole face. Looking at his slightly innocent face, it was really hard to remind him of his attempt to kill a companion without hesitation, and the body was still lying not far from him.

The instructor glanced calmly over everyone's face and said in a deep voice: "The morning class has ended. You have an hour to spend lunch. After lunch, you all gather in the mine factory. If anyone is late, you will not have to come again in the future." Everyone understands the meaning of not coming again. In this place, only corpses can not participate in daily training.
Chapter completed!