For ordinary people, it is necessary to warm up before swimming.

However, for Lin Cheng, swimming a distance of one kilometer is considered to be the completion of the warm-up.

Although the clothes on his body became wet, the heat that constantly emanated from his body dispelled the cold feeling that lingered around his body, and he slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, Lin Cheng focused his attention on the huge underground room that appeared in front of him.

The main body of the room is sunken, and below the walls are stepped circular steps, which are interlocked, with strange grooves on them.

And in the center of the room, next to Lin Cheng, a white cylinder was erected, and on the top countertop lay a black pistol and two matching magazines.

Lin Cheng frowned, stretched out his hand, and picked up the black pistol on the platform.

The pistol does not belong to any kind of firearm known to Lin Cheng, it seems to be a product that has been modified by a special process, and the shape is somewhat similar to the Browning M1903 pistol, and you can see a little shadow of the domestic Type 54 Black Star on it.

However, what really made Lin Cheng care was that the muzzle of this pistol was not quite right.

Not only the pistol, but also the magazine had been modified, and he took the metal magazine on the platform and glanced at it, and found that the bullet contained was not a round-tipped pistol bullet, but a pointed rifle bullet.

The pistol appears to be made of some kind of light alloy, which is lighter than a normal pistol, but the magazine and chamber seem to have been specially modified to fire rifle bullets.

Rifle bullets have more penetrating ability than pistol bullets, which makes Lin Cheng a little suspicious of the original intention of this gun.

"Interestingly, this kind of craft is not something that anyone can make."

Just as Lin Cheng was checking the pistol, the light tube on the ceiling suddenly dimmed, and at the same time began to flash a red warning light, and the change in the light immediately attracted Lin Cheng's attention.

Immediately afterwards, on the circular stairs beside him, eight miniature automatic turrets suddenly flipped up, aiming in Lin Cheng's direction.

The size of the turret is not large, and the caliber is not too large, but what really makes Lin Cheng care is not only these turrets with a high degree of threat, but the red module installed above the turret, with a crosshair painted on it, and the words explosives written in capitalized and bold font.

In addition to those raised turrets, six white baffles more than one person high also appeared around Lin Cheng, which seemed to be used as cover.

"It's a long-distance run and a swimmer, and a whole bunch of tricks have been made, what is it now, to test the shooting ability?"

No one answered Lin Cheng's question, or rather, what answered Lin Cheng was the roar of bullets when the automatic rifle turret fired.

The eight automatic turrets were aimed in the direction where Lin Cheng was, and the muzzle of the gun in his abdomen lit up with a dazzling fire, but Lin Cheng had already reacted before they could shoot, rolling directly behind the cover, using the cover to block the bullets that flew towards him.

The turret did not stop firing because of this, but began to move by relying on the slide rails below, and Lin Cheng quickly raised the modified pistol in his hand and accurately hit the red explosives above the head of the first automatic turret.

The red module with explosives written on it was indeed explosives, and the moment the rifle bullet in Lin Cheng's pistol hit, the bullet penetrated the surface of the module, and the high temperature instantly caused the nitrocellulose effect inside.

Luckily, there wasn't much nitrification inside, so it was just a blast that blew up the turret's control module after the flare-up.

At the same time, in a room not far away, eight technicians in gray uniforms sat in front of eight computers, holding controllers of joysticks and buttons tightly in their hands, and in the center of the computer screen was a person who was flickering and moving.

And their target is to shoot the man in the center of the screen.

"It's over, I'm the first to be knocked out, and I'm lost-"

With the words "you lost" suddenly popping up on the computer in front of one of the technicians, he directly lost control of the computer, and a disappointed expression suddenly appeared on his face, and he stood up from the computer and turned to leave.

As for why......

Because in the test just now, he had just become the first loser and lost a hundred dollars in bets.

As the first turret announced that it would stop working, the second and third turrets were also defeated by Lin Cheng's accurate marksmanship.

Faced with the battlefield intertwined with bullets, Lin Cheng relied on his skills and the help of the cover to continuously reduce the number of automatic turrets, until the last turret was blown up, and then stopped, and his heart rate did not even accelerate much.

The pistol in Lin Cheng's hand, which had been modified by a special process, only had a total of eight bullets in the magazine.

When the magazines were emptied by him, all eight batteries outside came to a halt, leaving only bullet holes everywhere, and eight still warm shells landed at his feet, completely unused for the extra two magazines.

[The test was completed, the time was 1min15s, the nerve reaction speed was 0.03s, the physical fitness was excellent, and the comprehensive evaluation: s+]

Looking at the test results of the computer in front of her, the brown-skinned girl holding the tablet in her arms gently pushed the gold-wire glasses on the bridge of her nose, and in the tablet in her arms, she wrote the words S+ rating in Lin Cheng's personal file.

And, he sent the test results and video to his immediate supervisor and wrote down such a comment.

[His performance has far exceeded my imagination, and he is the only one who has broken all of our records among the subjects who have undergone the induction test over the years, so I have reason to suspect that the difficulty S test procedure is nothing to him at all]

[I really can't understand why a killer has such physical fitness and reflexes, but, as the head of the Strategic Support Division of the Federal Agents, I think he is a rare and valuable talent who deserves all the resources we dedicate to developing him.]

Moments later, she received a reply from her immediate boss, full of emphasis on talent.

[Do everything to win him to join, we need such excellent talents]

Lin Cheng didn't know what was going on outside and how many people were paying attention to him.

After the eight automatic turrets were removed, they fell back under the floor, and the six white baffles he had used as cover were also retracted, and a new exit opened to the wall, as if to summon him.

"That's the end of it, or continue, isn't the mastermind behind the scenes going to come out yet?"

Lin Cheng did not doubt him, took a gun, broke into the door that appeared, and came to another room.