Under the surprised gaze of all the Netherworld members, Chen Cong sat calmly in place, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, waiting for Simon to correct the psychological test question.

At this time, Simon's heart is dignified.

In fact, she has already changed the whole paper, and Chen Cong's score this time is not high, impartial, exactly sixty-one points!

Psychological test questions are not actually based on scores, they test people's hearts, not answers.

In other words, there is no correct answer in this paper, it is based on the answerer's choice and then gives a score, and most of the people with a full score are extremely kind by nature, and there are very few in the world.

Within 90 points are ordinary people, within 80 points are people who are inclined to commit crimes, within 70 points are people who have stepped on the edge of crime, and within 60 points it happens to be a critical point, because 50 points are psychopaths, so people with 60 points are often the most terrible, they are on the verge of crime and psychopaths in the middle, no matter where they step, it will be hell.

Most of the internationally famous high-IQ criminals fall into this score range.

But Simon can't help it, more than sixty points is a passing grade, this is not her own regulation, but the regulations of the Netherworld's higher-ups, they think that people in the range of sixty points are geniuses and elites, Simon feels that this kind of person is unlikely to appear in the Netherworld, so he has no objection.

But now, Chen Cong scored sixty-one points, which was exactly one point higher, which made her helpless.

At the same time, it also confirmed her guess that the Chinese man in front of her was definitely a dangerous person.

"You're done."

In the end, Simon said lightly, put away the paper, and at the same time took out the intermediate certification and handed it to Chen Cong.

She complied with the rules, as she had no authority to change them, and she was not obligated to do so, but she would report her findings to the organization.

"Thank you." Chen Cong smiled slightly and took the intermediate certification.

This time he didn't bow and turned away. Because the course of psychology was completely self-studying, Simon couldn't be his teacher.

After taking the backpack from the room, Chen Cong didn't stay for a moment and went straight to the next floor.

This floor is the fourth underground floor of the Netherworld Headquarters, which is called the Elite Training Point.

The moment Chen Cong stepped out of the elevator, his mood finally became happy.

He saw an open field, surrounded by all kinds of weapons and guns, including long guns and short clubs, large knives and daggers, sniper rifles, desert eagles, and bazookas.

There are test tables in every corner of the venue, and many Nether members are competing, and no one pays attention to the newcomer.

Chen Cong reacted that this was a training ground, a training ground for instructors to guide the application of various professional weapons.

You can learn whatever you want, but at this level you must get the guò certificate of ten instructors before you can move on to the next level.

Swords, guns and sticks, Chen Cong is not interested, this is not suitable for his spider ability, he has already learned the dagger, and the technique is not weaker than those instructors, so it can be ignored.

On the contrary, it was hot weapons such as sniper rifles and pistols, and Chen Cong was a little interested.

He walked over to an instructor who was demonstrating how to disassemble and load a gun, and began the training for this level.

"If you want to use a good gun, you must know the composition of the gun, including every part." These are the words that the instructor left for Chen Cong.

So for the next month, Chen Cong kept disassembling all kinds of guns, and finally assembled them back.

He has an advantage in memory, mainly because he needs to practice his skills, from the rustiness at the beginning, to the end after being blindfolded and being able to quickly assemble a desert eagle in five seconds, Chen Cong can finally start shooting training.

Accustomed to the spider silk technique, when he used the pistol again, he was able to get started quickly, and after getting used to the recoil of the gun, he also grasped the accuracy, and he became the gun god among the members, and got the first pass guò certificate.

In the following two months, Chen Cong successively won the sniper rifle, submachine gun, bazooka and other instructors' certificates, and by the time he had learned several useful hot weapons, Chen Cong had a total of nine certificates in his hand.

He set his sights on a Chinese instructor.

This is a master who is also from China, and he is good at the most famous hand-to-hand boxing method in China!

But this method is not very popular in this layer, and few members choose to learn this set of boxing techniques, because on the battlefield, it is not very useful.

And killers pay attention to killing with one hit, and they have to kill the enemy instantly, this kind of boxing method that can only fight but is difficult to kill in an instant, they are not interested.

However, Chen Cong did walk towards the instructor with great interest.

"I want to learn Wing Chun."

"You're from Huaxia?" The instructor looked at Chen Cong with some surprise.

"Yes." Chen Cong nodded in acknowledgement.

"Let's get started."

……

Bang! Syllable! Bang! Syllable!

The sound of staking striking sounded on the training ground, attracting the attention of many Netherworld members and instructors.

They swept their gaze and saw the newcomer, who had just arrived but had made it all the way, standing in front of a stake man with strange punches.

Wing Chun, they knew it was called Wing Chun, but no one could believe that this newcomer would choose this kind of boxing to learn.

Not to mention that this kind of boxing method is not practical enough in the killer world, just to practice it, it will take a long time to consolidate the foundation.

There was once a member who signed up to study, but he hit the stake for more than half a year, but he still couldn't beat the most basic military boxing, and finally had no choice but to give up.

Later, even the upper echelons of the Netherworld were considering whether to cancel Wing Chun on this level, but the gold instructor who knew how to Wing Chun defeated ten gold instructors of the same level with one enemy and ten, barely keeping this subject.

According to the instructor's words, Wing Chun is not something that can be learned casually, but once practiced, there is no pressure at all to fight ten at a time.

So, Chen Cong made a stake for three months.

Maybe it's because he has a good talent, after three months, he found that his reflexes have improved significantly, and even when he fights on the martial arts platform, others punch him, and his body reacts much faster than his consciousness.

The instructor was also amazed, praising him for being born as a material for martial arts training and the hope of Chinese martial arts.

So he happily taught the whole set of Wing Chun boxing to Chen Cong, and Chen Cong also happily learned from him for half a year, and finally defeated the instructor with a set of Wing Chun boxing on the competition platform, which shocked the audience.

"You wicked, go quickly." The instructor threw the certificate to Chen Cong.

Chen Cong caught Tong Guò proof, bowed to him with a smile, turned away, and walked to the elevator to the fifth floor.

The fifth, and last, penultimate level, no longer requires training, but a final assessment of what he has learned from the primary training point to the previous level.

Chen Cong was very light and made it to the last layer with the best results!

Sixth floor!

The real training he had been waiting for for had finally arrived.