() "Click! Click......"

In a dimly lit room, rows of tables were neatly and orderly, and in front of each table stood a young man with black eyes and a black blindfold, who seemed to be about sixteen or seventeen years old. At this moment, there were disassembled firearm components scattered on each table, and these teenagers were skillfully assembling the guns in their hands by hand.

"It's time!"

With a stern shout, almost all of them immediately put down their guns and stood straight with their hands behind them.

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

"93!" A middle-aged man dressed in an instructor's costume strode up to the young man who was one step slower than the others, and shouted, "Do you know that you have been slow by nearly a second?"

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

"What is written in Article 6 of Chapter 10 of the Canon of Training?"

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

"Very well, don't forget who you are, there will never be anyone who can make us say the three words 'I'm sorry'. ”

"Yes, instructor. ”

The instructor glanced at the young man coldly, lowered his voice slightly and said, "93, you didn't meet the requirements of the combination equipment just now, how do you think I should punish you?"

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

The instructor nodded: "I'll give you another chance now, and you can choose someone from here to compete with you again." ”

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

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

93 immediately reported without thinking about it: "11." ”

Hearing that it was not their own number, almost all the teenagers secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

An imperceptible sneer hung on the corner of the instructor's mouth, and he turned his head and shouted: "11, out of the ranks!"

is also a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, but compared to 93's slightly chubby figure, 11 seems to be thinner. His hair was a little disheveled, and his eyes were blindfolded with a black cloth, but judging from the whole face, he should be relatively delicate. It's just that there is always a hint of laziness on the corners of his slightly thin lips.

Although the young man called 11 was blindfolded, he didn't touch it as if he could see it very clearly, and walked around all the tables in front of him and walked directly in front of the instructor: "Instructor." ”

"11,93 choose you as an opponent, do you have an opinion?"

11 said indifferently: "No." ”

"Good. The instructor beckoned, and at his motion, the other two lieutenants stepped forward to empty the table between 11 and 93, removed the components of the Model 54 pistol from the previous table, and then took out two Desert Eagle 0.50in pistols, disassembled them, and placed them in front of the two.

The instructor looked at his watch and asked lightly, "Are you ready?"

93 rubbed his hands nervously, and put his hands on the guns, ready to combine the guns as quickly as possible under the instructor's order. And 11 is still standing straight, with his hands behind his back, seemingly leisurely, without a sense of crisis.

The room was quiet, only the sound of heavy breathing.

"Let's go!"

The two teenagers who were competing moved in unison, and 93 immediately pressed his hands down, and when he found his grip on a part of a firearm, five fingers could hold it. On pistols and revolvers it is called a grip, and on rifles and slip guns it is called a small grip), 11 has long held the grip on the barrel.

Looking at 11's skillful movements, the instructor nodded with satisfaction. All of his cadets had been under his tutelage since infancy, with the exception of 11. At the age of 11, he was brought in solemnly by the organization, and repeatedly asked that the number of 11 was 11, and he was not allowed to change his name, but fortunately, the original 11 on his team had been killed by him several years ago, so this request was decided without any objection, and since then the instructor's team has an additional mysterious 11. Because 11 is a halfway monk, others may not know about this boy called 11, but the instructor has been secretly observing him since he joined the team, and it can be said that he knows this boy very well. 11 Although he was not very talkative due to the influence of the environment here, like other teenagers, he was very optimistic by nature, and forgot about something after it happened, and did not hold grudges. Because of this, other teenagers thought he was easy to bully, like 93, and was the first to be named when he was punished.11 In fact, all the people are wrong, and the mistakes are outrageous. The instructor knows that this 11 is not as weak as he is on the outside, although he does not hold grudges against small things, but if anyone really provokes him, he will definitely be more ruthless and poisonous than anyone else. As soon as I remembered that there was a teenager who was angry with 11 years and finally ended, even the instructor who was like a murderer broke out in a cold sweat. Although he usually deliberately does not show himself, and even hides his strength, how can the instructor who grew up watching him not know his true strength. The true strength of 11 can definitely be ranked in the top three in this group of teenagers.

Magazine, magazine...... 93 fumbled for the last magazine on the table, and at that moment, a crisp sound came from the opposite side.

93 shuddered suddenly, because he knew that it was the sound of a bullet being loaded, which meant that the guns in 11's hands had been assembled.

Without the slightest hesitation, 11's movements were as harmonious as flowing water, quickly flattening his arms and aiming the muzzle of the gun at 93's eyebrows.

Sensing the aura of threat, 93 instinctively moved quickly to the side. 11's head turned slightly sideways, a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, and the right hand holding the gun moved simultaneously as 93 constantly changed positions.

"Bang!" a puff of green smoke rose from the barrel of the gun, and 93 had a bloody hole between his eyebrows, and fell backwards with an unwilling expression.

The instructor glanced at the corpse on the ground expressionlessly, nodded and said, "Very good." 11. Sue me on the type and performance of the gun in your hand. ”

Without the slightest hesitation, 11 immediately said: "The 50-caliber desert eagle is known as the 'pocket gun'. It can be modified, and the firing range can reach 200 meters after adding a long barrel, and the implementation force is strong, and the shortcomings are large. ”

The instructor nodded in approval: "It's okay, you all take off your blindfolds." ”

As if after thousands of rehearsals, dozens of teenagers took off their blindfolds at the same time.

When 11 took off the blindfold, he revealed a pair of eyes with a beautiful spirit, which matched the whole face to make it even more delicate. Looking at his slightly innocent face, it was hard for him to think that he had just killed a companion without hesitation, and the body was still lying not far from him.

The instructor's calm gaze swept over everyone's faces one by one, and said in a deep voice: "The morning class is over, you have an hour to lunch, and after lunch, all gather at the mine, if anyone is late, then you don't have to come again." "Everyone understands what it means to not have to come again, in this place, only corpses are exempt from daily training.

The instructor glanced at 11 lightly, turned around and left without saying a word. None of the dozens of teenagers spoke, and all of them quietly lined up in two rows. 11 glanced at the corpse on the ground again, shook his head, threw the desert eagle in his hand on the table, and joined the procession to go out.

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