Seriously, I don't really like Ivanov's style of doing things, and he walks away every time he finishes explaining things, like a swimmer who swims from one end of the pool to the other, and doesn't look back in order to get a gold medal.

Yes, it's like fleeing, looking at us as if we are seeing ghosts, and we don't want to stop in front of us for a second.

The next day, we were called early, I didn't expect the bracelet and headphones to have this function, the headphones were vibrating, and my head was dazed. The bracelet is too, it keeps shaking, I feel like my hands are going to be wasted, how can I take the exam!

The six of us were first called to the warehouse to pick up weapons, but instead of letting us choose guns, we said that there were ones in the test hall and we could pick them up. When I heard this, I immediately remembered the popular chicken game a few years ago, the pan blocked the bullets, will we test it will also have such a scene?

The selection of cold weapons is also very limited, and one person can choose up to five. I saw a lot of people choose the throwing knife set because there were five knives in it, but it was only one. But I think there should be ten.

I didn't choose a throwing knife, I chose a Hidden Blade, a hand-held axe, and a physics holy sword, a crowbar.

I think those who choose flying knives are very second, because there are not many people in our group who can use flying knives proficiently, and none of them participated in this training, I really don't know what is the use of them bringing so many knives, to increase their sense of security?

A strange idea suddenly sprung up in my mind, to kill all those with throwing knives first. I don't know what good it would do me, it seems like it's just for fun.

Other items were only allowed by the instructor to bring two, and I brought a lighter and a pack of chewing gum. Chewing gum is my habit, and I still have the green arrow in my mouth that I put in my mouth last night.

We came to the training ground in a spherical cabin, which was much deeper than the ground in our base, and we went up in a spherical cabin. This place can be seen to be a long time ago, the ground is full of ash, and there are a few blood stains, I heard that this place was bombed by the Star Alliance once, I don't know if it's true. We stepped out of the cockpit and into here.

In a situation like the present, a fool can also think that the strategy of most people nowadays is to cooperate to kill the opposite group first, and then kill their own group.

A few of them glanced at each other a few times, walked forward together, and at a fork in the road they were separated, and Wu Di and Li Min were naturally together. Ryuji was with the other two, and those two were among the best "gods" in our group, but I didn't think it was a big deal, if it weren't for the fact that I was too lazy, how could they have mixed so well in the group.

I didn't go into the fork in the road with them, but pretended to follow Ryuji and them first or they would be suspicious, and then pretended to be left behind and went out of the fork in the road.

I walked to a door in front of the fork in the road, and the door was actually well camouflaged, and the crack in the door and the molded decoration on the wall were almost integrated, because the door was not locked, and I could see the tiny gap between the door and the wall. They all paid attention to the fork in the road, and they didn't even glance at the door. I pushed the door open and entered the room. The room wasn't big, it contained a blood-stained desk, bullet holes in the chair, and a fishy smell. I walked behind my desk and saw a corpse lying there, too decomposed to be recognized. I ripped off all his clothes and searched carefully, only to find a half-used pen and a few dozen dollars. The corpse also had a gun in his hand—*. There are also two bullets, and it seems that this guy is suicidal. I put dollars in my pocket, it's money after all! The pen was taken anyway, although I didn't know what it was for.

There was still a bottle of mineral water in the corner, but the water was long gone, and I looked at the brand of mineral water, Ice Dew.

It's been a long time since I've drunk this brand.

I remember that the bottle was very soft, and I used to screw the bottle on the cap, pinch the bottom of the bottle tightly so that all the air entered the upper part, and then quickly unscrew the cap. With the "Touch! With a bang, the cap can fly far away.

It's the end of November, and I've only been celebrating my eighteenth birthday for less than two months, so even though I'm a hunter and a secret agent, I shouldn't be naïve to play this once.

I lay in the corner for a while, thinking of a fun one. I opened the Hidden Blade, and this Hidden Blade was a two-stage one. The blade is only about 20 centimeters long, and my hand is relatively large, and the exposed area is only a few centimeters. But this is no ordinary Hidden Blade, the tip of this Hidden Blade resembles a cross-section, and it is divided into two parts, upper and lower. I pushed hard against a groove in the back of the knife, and the upper part of the knife was cut out and landed on the head of the knife, and the tip of the upper part was very sharp, and now the upper and lower parts are combined, and the total is about 50 centimeters. This Hidden Blade is a bit like the Third Generation Hidden Blade in Assassin's Creed, with a hilt, and I loosened the bayonet that held the hilt in place, and the blade was selected 90 degrees around the fixed point due to gravity, and the handle was right in my hand.

I gripped the hilt of the knife and cut the corpse open, cutting off the carrion bit by bit, it didn't really work, what I did was to think there should be something in the corpse, this was my instinct telling me, and the other reason was that I was just idle and had nothing to do. I cut the carcass into a mess of minced meat, like a butcher cuts pork. The corpse's ribs were shattered, and I found a relatively long, intact rib and skimmed it off, like a three-year-old child picking up a twig to use as a weapon. I felt his spine, I broke it one by one, and suddenly, I felt something was wrong. I picked up a section of my spine that I had just thrown to the ground, and it felt different from the other spines, like ...... Ceramics?

I took out my axe and split the spine, and sure enough, there was something hidden in the spine. It's a triangular prism, not very big, about five or six centimeters long, and I can't figure out what it's made of, except that it's hard. The section of the triangular prism is also engraved with a symbol, which is a vertical folded line, first downward, then protruding to the left, and some to the right and back, downward. The lower one is longer than the one above.

I'm going to pack this thing, it should be useful later.

I smashed my desk with an axe, and it was the same thing - just for fun.

I picked up the gun, and the two bullets in it were not replaced with tranquilizer rounds, as the organization said, and the anesthetic bullets were marked, which was not.

Didn't they find it here?

I didn't go out because this room was so unusual, this corridor was at least a hundred meters away, but there was only this one room, and it was so hidden, there should be a dark room inside.

I looked around, but there was probably no one on the ground, and I couldn't find it on the walls. I looked up at the ceiling. The ceiling, although not very high, is also more than two meters. I kind of regret splitting that table.

Or too much playfulness.

I chopped around the roof with an axe, and once I did, I was about to jump, and it wasn't long before I was exhausted. I was a little decadent and threw the axe at the ceiling.

Click! Touch!

I was jumped down, and the axe had fallen to the ground, and a ladder had also fallen to the ground.

I looked up at the ceiling, and the ladder was electric, but it was broken, and it couldn't reach the edge of the ceiling when it stood on the ground. I put the poor table on the floor, and it should be about the same.

I climbed up and thought the smell was a little weird, I had rhinitis and couldn't smell anything. I found a bottle of Coke here, uncapped and not expired.

Good luck.

There's also a pile of burnt papers, and the terminals inside have been smashed, and I found two hammers next to it, and I took one because it was really heavy.

There were tears in my eyes, as if I had been stimulated by something, and the strange smell became stronger and stronger, and I began to cough violently and sneeze constantly, and I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore!

It's gas!

Grandma's, lucky you're paralyzed.

I walked to the breach and fell down, scratching me a few scars from the wood on the table below.

*****

Cursing inwardly, I stumbled out the door, and slammed the door shut. The door merged with the wall, and I was 100% sure that I was *poisoned by this time.

I turned my head and saw a figure, and I didn't notice bumping into him.

I'm weaker now, I can't do him, I think I'm the first to go out – and maybe the first to die – we've all signed contracts, and it's not responsible to die in training.

The man threw me to the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall, but luckily I didn't have glasses, and I didn't need to wear them. When I wear glasses, I can see sparrows a few hundred meters away, but I can do without them. It's just that it's a little blurry if you don't wear it. The guy came over and took my hand and lifted me up. The bones in my body were soft, and the man pinched them so hard that they hurt me. I don't know if he was born with divine powers or if he did it on purpose.

He put two fingers against my chin and lifted my head, and I realized that she was a woman, very good-looking, but there were blood stains on her face and body, but there were no wounds on her body, and her facial features felt a little familiar to me.

My blood must have been splattered on her, too.

She looked at me carefully, and I felt like a pedantic official of the Qing Dynasty in a TV series going to the Qinglou to see the girl.

Suddenly she put me down and threw me to the ground.

"It's handsome." The woman whispered.

I'm a little confused, is this woman sexually thirsty? Kill first, then kill?

"Is your name Zhang Yan?"

I looked at her, thinking back to where I had seen features like hers, when suddenly, a man flashed through my mind.

"Are you...... Li Xiaomeng? ”