"He's dangerous."

At night, in the field of the hills, there were two iron pipes buried in the earth, which resembled support columns next to the horizontal bars, but, unlike the horizontal bars, they were tied together by two springs and a piece of rubber, Chekov said at that time.

Then he reached out and pinched the piece of rubber and pulled it down hard, and he felt that the two springs were pulled apart from the very tight loop almost without much effort on the bear's part, and he thought that this thing should not be so difficult to handle.

"Come on."

Chekov let go of the rubber and ......

Boom!

A sound similar to the collapse of the bowstring came out, and Weekend watched as the piece of rubber quickly bounced into the sky, and then was suddenly pulled back, and after a few cycles, it began to swing between the two iron pipes: "This is, what are you going to do?" ”

"Your training equipment, just doing push-ups, dumbbells, bench presses, these exercises can increase muscles, but it can't get the muscles used to the environment you are about to face, and I can't make you a real gunfight scene to increase the sense of oppression, so let's have a simulated training from both strength and mental tension, believe me, this thing will really make you nervous." Chekov continued: "Put the gun on board. ”

Weekend took out his gun and walked over slowly, reaching out to pull the rubber between the two springs with great effort, and the whole person had to squat down to pull it to the designated position, and then he put the muzzle of the gun up......

"It's the best way to test your pistol's recoil, and I'm going to shoot at your feet to increase your pressure during this time, and you don't care when or where I shoot. That's not what you should care about. You have to care. Just aim your muzzle at me. ”

It's going crazy, the weekend just put his gun on the rubber for less than ten seconds before there was a feeling that it was about to collapse, the rubber under the gun continued to pull upward under the force of the spring, as if fighting with him for control of the opponent's gun, this second of the weekend had to use all his strength to ensure that the spring was temporarily suppressed, let alone let him aim now, he didn't know how long he could last this way, maybe the next second when he lost his strength. The spring tightens suddenly, and his gun will be blown away!

This is not the most brutal training of Chekov these days, the previous days when the muscles were adapted to the training was called cruel, others exercised their muscles to do a group of about thirty push-ups, this bear as soon as the upper lip touched the lower lip to the weekend 'push-ups for three minutes' task, how can anyone set the exercise according to the time period? It's not running!

At that time, the weekend was almost in despair for the most painful three minutes of his life, and during this time, he realized another truth, that is, human physical strength is limited, and the number of push-ups within the limited physical energy is also limited, when the weekend completed fifty-five push-ups in one minute. For the remaining two minutes, every push-up session was a battle against the limits of your muscles with willpower. This is the first time in my life that I have been suffocated by the 'three-minute' time limit when doing sports on the weekend, and my face is so difficult.

This is called exploring the limits of physical fitness, when you keep beating in front of the second hand, and every second you want to stop and let yourself lie on the ground, you are tapping your potential, and no one can force you to do this except self-discovery, which is the intention of Chekov to set a time limit.

Don't you want to pass the exam?

Don't you want to practice good marksmanship?

No problem, try it yourself!

On the weekend, I gritted my teeth in this environment, and the next day I had to go on patrol as if nothing had happened, with muscle soreness.

As for whether you will train yourself to be injured, whether it is possible to cause irreparable muscle strain, or sports injury, there is no time to think about it, because this bear does not give you a chance to think about it at all, and immediately starts the next training session.

"Zhou, who the hell is that Ted?" Chekov walked to a distance of about ten meters on the opposite side of the weekend with his gun, raised his gun and took aim.

Weekend, who was holding the muzzle of the gun hard, barely opened his mouth and said, "A monster...... Uh~"As soon as he opened his mouth, the pistol floated upward, and he gritted his teeth and pressed down the muzzle again, and his whole hand was already trembling.

Chekov slowly put down the gun in his hand and asked again: "He is coming for you?" ”

"Hmm~~~" Over the weekend, Nu's middle finger, ring finger and little finger muscles on the back of his hand felt sore, and even the muscles under his big arm began to appear tight lines, and he couldn't relax at all.

Chekov raised his gun again: "And what about Arig's strip-dance-club?" Who do we deal with first? ”

This is a difficult problem to solve, it belongs to a wave of unevenness, I checked Ted's information over the weekend, the reason why he completely disappeared after the divorce was because he went to prison, the weird thing is that the prison where this guy is in has not done anything out of the ordinary for six years, and spends every day in the process of labor, rest, and going to the library, and he reads books ranging from natural science, humanities, history, philosophy to psychology, physics, chemistry, and even prose, poetry, and Playboy magazine. People who just have a paranoid attachment to words and patterns are just completing their own reading plan.

It stands to reason that such a person has a high chance of parole in such a good situation, but Ted was denied all parole applications, and this encounter that can make ordinary prisoners fall into a collapse did not cause the slightest wave in him, and he calmly served the entire sentence and went out into society again, and came to say hello to himself, making it clear that he was back to tell the world that he was back, and he was the first step after he came back......

Bang!

The weekend finally got caught up in his thoughts, and Chekov pulled the trigger at the moment when he lowered the muzzle of the gun again, as if he had given up shooting.

In the dark night, the fire that came out of the bullet burst out of the muzzle flickered in an instant, and at that second, the weekend was shocked by the sudden gunfire to attract all his energy, and at the same time......

Boom!

The two springs seemed to grasp the weak point of the weekend and pulled back as hard, and the pistol that was originally held by the weekend happened to fly out of his hand at this moment, and the rubber lifted the pistol at the same time as if it had been let go by Chekov just now, and finally began to swing between the two iron pipes.

“F—U—C—K！”

Weekend scolded and shook his hands, and asked with a sense of annoyance that hated himself: "Qi, when will I finish practicing?" ”

Chekov glanced at the spring and replied very seriously: "In the environment just now, a balloon twenty meters away by pressing the spring with the muzzle of the gun should be able to pass the assessment, rest assured, one month is enough." ”

Hold the ...... with the muzzle of the gun Spring?

And hit a balloon?

Still twenty meters away?

"You're training Superman!"

During the weekend complaint, Chekov took out a balloon from a black canvas bag, and the pink balloon was quickly blown up by his mouth, and then Chekov threw it in the air.

The next second, he returned to the position he had just placed on the weekend, reached out and put the gun on the rubber, and suddenly shot at the moment when he pressed down hard with a 'squeak'.

Bang!

Syllable!

I don't know how far the balloon floated out shattered at the moment it was about to hit the ground, Chekov's arm was only slightly raised, his gun was still in his hand, his hand was still suppressing the spring......

"You're—superman......" Weekend rolled his eyes, honestly fell to the ground, and began another push-up program.

Chekov didn't care whether the weekend's words were complimented or indignant, sat down in front of the black canvas bag, whistled and threw the gun in his hand back into parts......

Hush......

This bear is like the kind of very cheerful fat man that everyone has seen in life, even if he is showing off, you will think he is cute...... Not angry at all. (To be continued......)