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With a "ding" sound, the elevator that had been descending suddenly stopped, and then, the elevator door opened, and Zheng Yi and Yang Xiling walked out. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The elevator is facing a corridor about ten meters long, surrounded by steel, with a very large transparent bulletproof glass embedded in the steel wall to the left of the two people, and a thick metal door not far from the bulletproof glass.

Through the bulletproof glass, Zheng Yi and Yang Xiling could clearly see a rectangular space behind the bulletproof glass, the walls inside were made of steel and metal, and there were no windows except for the bulletproof glass on this side.

"This should be the 'Body Training Room'. ”

Yang Xiling, who used to work in the Jianghu base, has long had a graphic understanding of the various facilities in the base, although he has not been to every place, but after a cursory look, he quickly matched the information he had seen in his mind.

She pointed to the metal door next to the bulletproof glass and said: "Entering through this door, the inside is completely soundproof from the outside world, the speed and quantity of hidden weapons and firearms are operated with voice, although the voice operating system inside is not the kind of artificial intelligence in science fiction movies, but it has undergone special treatment, even if the sound of hidden weapons and guns is loud, it can accurately capture what the people inside say, as long as you are not shot before you have time to speak, you will definitely be able to stop." ”

After speaking, Yang Xiling looked at Zheng Yi and said, "So, remember to be careful when adjusting the difficulty of hidden weapons and firearms, you can see the specific adjustment method when you enter the door." ”

Listening to Yang Xiling's words, Zheng Yi nodded slightly to show his understanding.

Then I saw him come to the metal door, push it open, and enter.

The metal door is not as high-tech as the doors above the base, and it needs to be swiped with a work card, but it is the most primitive doorknob lock, which can be opened as soon as it is pulled, but the metal door itself is thick and heavy, and Zheng Yi needs to work hard to pull it open, and ordinary people may have some difficulty opening it.

Walking into the training room, Zheng Yi instantly found a few words printed on the ground behind the door, which is a way to adjust the difficulty:

"Start Voice:

Training Type: Firearms/Concealed Weapons. (Optional)

Quantity: 1 - 99.

Speed: 100m/s - 1000m/s.

Continue Voice: Again.

Turn off voice: Stop/stop. ”

A few paragraphs, but it seems clear and understandable.

Zheng Yi quickly made a note of it, then turned around and glanced behind him, and after confirming that the bulletproof glass was transparent inside and out, he began to look around the training room.

This "body training room" is rectangular, and Yang Xiling has already told him before that the long straight line of the body training room is just one hundred meters, so as to facilitate the data statistics of the master training room. The walls of the training room are all metal and steel, and the metal on the ground will have a straight line every one meter, which is also to facilitate data statistics.

I don't know what kind of metal it is on the ground, and Zheng Yi walks on it without making the empty sound of stepping on metal.

Other than that, there is nothing else to pay attention to in this training room.

After looking at Zheng Yi, he shouted: "Firearms training: pistols, quantity: one, speed: 230 meters per second." ”

The speed of 230m/s is about the same as the initial velocity of the paintball bullet, and there is no difference in short distances.

Zheng Yi's first training, naturally first chose the familiar bullet rate of fire.

The rate of fire of real guns is generally around the speed of sound, about 300m/s to 400m/s, and the rate of fire of Zheng Yixuan's 230m/s is already slow, and it is generally subsonic bullets that are this speed.

After Zheng Yi gave a voice command, he saw a hole in the metal wall opposite, and the muzzle of a pistol protruded.

"Shooting countdown 5 seconds, 5,4 ......"

A mechanical female voice rang out.

When Zheng Yi heard this, he immediately pulled out the tungsten steel sword with a "bang" and waited solemnly.

Before entering, he counted the number of horizontal lines he had crossed, and then mentally calculated, and at this time he was about 68 meters away from the gun protruding from the opposite wall.

“...... 2，1。 ”

The mechanical female voice finished counting, "Shoot." ”

"Bang!"

With the word "shooting", the gun on the opposite side immediately fired, and a bullet was fired at Zheng Yi in an instant.

Zheng Yi also took out his sword in an instant!

"Dang!"

A glimmer of spark flashed and was extinguished.

Zheng Yi's sword-wielding hand was obviously flicked away, and a slightly surprised look appeared on his face.

"Real guns are really different from paintball guns. ”

The distance was 68 meters, and the paintball gun could block all the bullets fired at 23 meters, and he slashed the bullet just fired very smoothly.

However, the bullet strength of the real gun is much heavier than that of the paint shotgun, and he made some mistakes in judgment, and at the same time as the bullet was hit, his arm was actually crooked by the huge force!

If there was a machine gun instead of a pistol on the opposite side, and the bullets were fired continuously, I am afraid that he would have become a hornet's nest by now.

Thinking of this, Zheng Yi's face became solemn.

This carelessness must not happen a second time!

"Come again!"

Zheng Yi shouted.

"Shooting countdown 5 seconds, 5,4 ......"

"Bang!"

Another gunshot rang out.

Zheng Yi then swung his sword, successfully slashing the bullet, splashing a trace of spark.

Although he was prepared this time, the sudden change in the power of the bullet was obviously not completely adapted at once, and his arm was once again tilted to the side, but the amplitude was much smaller than before.

Zheng Yi frowned and shouted, "Come again!"

......

"Bang!" "Dang!"

"Come again!"

"Bang!" "Dang!"

"Come again!"

"Bang!" "Dang!"

......

Gunshots rang out.

Zheng Yi kept swinging the tungsten steel sword in his hand, either slashing or slashing, hitting the bullet that was fired, and slowly adapting to the changed bullet force.

After a dozen rounds passed, he finally got used to the bullet power of a real gun.

Zheng Yi then started to move slowly, and the distance of 68 meters was not his limit, his previous limit was 23 meters.

"Bang!" "Dang!"

"Bang!" "Dang!"

With each gunshot, Zheng Yi swung his sword and slashed the bullets that came from him, while moving forward step by step.

However, after walking a distance of 7 meters, he stopped.

"Stop. ”

After shouting to stop, Zheng Yi stood in place with a slight frown.

The interval between shots from the pistol was too long.

Yang Xiling used to be a sparring partner for him, and he used a paintball machine gun to shoot continuously.

Originally, he considered that he would be injured if he was not careful in the first real gun training, so he cautiously chose the pistol first.

But now the pistol's interval speed of shooting one shot at a time made him feel very slow.

After thinking about it, he shouted: "Firearms training: machine guns, number: one, speed: 230 meters per second." ”

As the words fell, the pistol slowly retracted from the sunken hole in the opposite wall.

A moment later, the muzzle of a machine gun burst out.

"Shoot down to 5 seconds, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. ”

The mechanical female voice rang out again, "Shoot." ”

"Dada......"

With the word "shooting", the machine gun began to shoot bullets constantly.

Zheng Yi, who had been waiting solemnly for a long time, moved the tungsten steel sword in his hand, splitting or chopping, stabbing or hooking or picking...... Swinging so fast, Yang Xiling, who was standing outside, couldn't see Zheng Yi's arm clearly at all, only to see an afterimage, and in the afterimage, sparks flashed frequently like stars.

In the machine gun shooting in TV movies, the muzzle will constantly emit tongues of fire, but in reality, except for a few heavy weapons, whether it is a pistol or a machine gun, there is no tongue of fire when shooting, only a few wisps of smoke are flying.

The tungsten steel sword in Zheng Yi's hand kept swinging, slashing the bullets with various basic movements.

He has not yet entered the extreme sensory state, and only relies on his current five senses to chop bullets, in order to test how much his accuracy training is still missing.

At this time, he was 61 meters away from the machine gun, relatively easy, he could see the bullets fired by the machine gun, and then quickly took out his sword or slashed or slashed or swept to break the bullets and block them.

He walked forward as he smashed bullets.

60 meters, 59 meters, 58 meters......

Zheng Yi moved forward step by step, the speed was not slow at first, almost continuous steps, and did not stop.

But when he reached 47 meters away from the machine gun, his speed slowed down, and he kept slashing bullets with his sword for more than a minute before stepping into the line of 46 meters. But then, he stopped again, this time for nearly two minutes before taking another step.

At each subsequent step, he needed to stop, and the time went longer and longer.

When more than 20 minutes passed, when he came to a place 39 meters away from the machine gun, his figure completely stopped, and the bullets fired by the chopping were slightly embarrassed, no longer every bullet was chopped, and his body was accompanied by moving and dodging, and from time to time bullets were shot at the bulletproof glass in the rear, so frightened that Yang Xiling hid in a place with steel on the side, but just stretched out his head from time to time to look.

"Is this my strength without entering the state of extreme senses? ”

The previous limit of the sensory state was 23 meters, a difference of 16 meters, which is the room for improvement.

When the distance of 16 meters can be shortened, the training in precision will be complete.

Zheng Yi, who hurriedly chopped, blocked, and dodged bullets, understood this, and began to silently recite the first pronunciation of the golden leaf in his mouth.

Before, it was a gap between the accuracy and perfection of the test, but now it is a test of the ultimate strength!

In an instant, Zheng Yi entered the extreme senses.

Things around him became extremely slow, and the bullets that made him slightly embarrassed were at the limit of his senses, like a scene inside the Matrix, and he could clearly see the bullets fired, the trajectory of the bullets, and the trajectory traces of different flow velocities produced by breaking through the air.

The Nine Swords algorithm calculates, and the force, position, trajectory, etc. of these bullets are all turned into data and the best chopping point is calculated through the "arrow-breaking" formula.

Zheng Yi swung the tungsten steel sword in his hand, constantly adjusting itself to the most accurate, and finally ...... Slash!

"Dada......"

"Dangdang......"

Continuous gunshots, continuous slashing of bullets.

Zheng Yi's whole person rushed straight up, and the distance from 39 meters was pulled to 15 meters in an instant!

"Stop. ”

When he came to a position 15 meters in front of the machine gun, Zheng Yi immediately shouted to stop.

The Nine Swords algorithm under the extreme senses has reached its peak in terms of accuracy and response, so if it can only be pulled closer to 15 meters, then it means that this is the temporary limit, and it will no longer be able to move forward even 1 meter.

"This is the limit now, if you want to make a breakthrough, you can only open up other pulses, so that the body can keep up with the limit senses faster. ”

Zheng Yi finally has a specific idea of his own strength.

From 15 meters away, he was able to face the fire of a machine gun with a velocity of 230 m/s, slashing all the bullets unscathed.