Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures

The next day, I was recruited to the regiment headquarters. The ordermen of the regiment headquarters led me directly into the testing range directly under the regiment headquarters. When I arrived, there was already a circle of people in the shooting range. Apart from the familiar face of the chief of staff, there is no one I know.

"Let's start!" The short colonel spoke. Isn't this the leader? I was whispering in my heart (according to the procedure, the group meeting will be held tomorrow after the division of shifts, and then I can see the group leader).

A captain took me to a table. On the table are placed a 95-type automatic rifle and seven or eight magazines full of bullets.

"Now I'll do a test for you: shoot at a target 100 meters away in front of you. For three minutes, there is no limit to the bullet. You can shoot as many shots as you can. The shooting method is not limited." The captain introduced. I took a look, and there was a target hanging alone on the wall a hundred meters away.

"Get started when you're ready." The captain walked behind me when he finished. Holding a stopwatch in his hand, watching my every move.

I had the experience of yesterday, and I didn't rush to take the gun, but looked in the direction of the target. Until I looked at the target again and got a sense of it, I took the rifle and lay on the ground. The captain behind him has already pulled out a stopwatch, "Shoot when you are ready, I will start timing with your first shot."

"Flap, pop, pop", I pulled the trigger and quickly finished the first magazine with an average shooting speed of one shot per second. The magazine was changed, and only a few shots were fired this time, it was stopped.

"Stop shooting!" The caller was the colonel who had just announced the start. "Don't shoot, the reporter report!" After waiting for two minutes, the reporter didn't hear the ring number. I stood up and heard the Chief of Staff smile and say to the colonel: "It was the same yesterday. After waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for the targetman to report the ring number. 80% of them were frightened again?"

The colonel glanced at me, as if he was a little impatient in waiting, raised two tunes and shouted: "Reporter, report!" Still no response. The colonel's face sank, and when he was about to attack, he saw the targetman running over with the target.

The reporter poked the target in front of the crowd and saluted the colonel. "Report, the ring number cannot be reported accurately!" The colonel had already seen it, and the original red dot on the center of the target had become a Black hole. Except for this black hole, no other bullet holes can be found on the entire target.

Ten rings! The battalion exploded on the podium. The colonel squinted his eyes and looked at the target for a while, and suddenly the corner of his eyes flickered. He picked up the binoculars and looked at the wall where the target was originally hung. "You pierced the wall..."

Without turning my mind around for a while, I replied blankly: "I didn't mean it."

"You don't have to pay, haha." The colonel smiled rarely. "It doesn't matter if you break the whole wall. Little Wawa, how did you beat so accurately?"

"Played with your hands..."

From this day on, I was assigned an exception to the regiment’s guard company. In addition to the daily exercises and training, it is to give them several performances of the heart in a shot. Later, the "performance" was so annoying, and I occasionally "failed" once or twice and missed the fifth or sixth ring. In this way, my name still appeared in the military district's special marksman list.

In a blink of an eye, another two months passed, and it was time for the military area skills competition. I was left as a "big killer" by the team leader for the final shooting project. The first turning point in my life has also begun.

There is no suspense in the shooting arena of the Grand Tournament. The event I participated in was shooting at a distance of two hundred meters in a kneeling position. In the first place is company commander Liu Yiyuan of last year's championship sixth group. I was arranged to play last. Since our regimental leader has done an excellent job of confidentiality, other regiments have no idea that I exist.

Seeing Liu Yiyuan almost completed the process of raising the gun, aiming, and shooting in a model action, "pop, pop, pop!" The five shots were finished. The reporter hit a red flag, "Forty-six rings!" This was the best result before I went on the court, and it seemed to others that the champion was none other than him.

When Liu Yiyuan returned to the queue, I owed and said a few polite words: "You shot the gun really accurately!" Company Captain Liu glanced at me, the unknown boy, "You will achieve my results in a few more years of practice." I flipped. Rolling his eyes, before he could answer his lips, the range inspector called out: "Shen Spicy, get out! Start shooting!"

I raised my rifle and stared at the target in a trance. The process was not repeated. After five shots, the reporter was silent for a while. Urged by the range inspector, the target reporter hesitated and shouted: "Fifty rings!"

The queue of players behind me was noisy for a while, and after the results were reported, the podium also showed signs of an outbreak. Sure enough, a group of people walked off the stage. The head of the group was familiar to me. Our regimental commander stood beside him like his class. I recognize his rank-the rank of lieutenant general, he is the deputy commander of the military region!

The target reporter had already carried the target. After the deputy commander personally inspected it, he called our team leader and said a few words in a low voice. After a few words, the original smile of our head turned into a wry smile. I pierced my ears and listened to a few words, and then vaguely heard the words "guns, guns and ten rings" and "I was blind in your group."

Finally, the deputy commander spoke to me: "Your name is Shen La? The young man shot a good gun and worked well in the army!" He glanced at my rank as a private soldier, frowned and said, "Not even a non-commissioned officer?" The head of the regiment cut in and explained: "He is a recruit, and he has not yet reached the age of promotion to noncommissioned officer."

"Then make an exception! You will be promoted to a non-commissioned officer first, and then sent to the military academy." The deputy commander said. I was overjoyed, and it seemed that I had broken the curse that the Shen family could not go to the military academy. Unexpectedly, the deputy commander came to vomit again, "It still doesn't work! Xiao Shen is a practical talent, and entering the military school commander will blind him to this talent."

Before my heart was cold, someone in the next crowd said, "Why don't you send him there. The barriers to entry are high here, which can't bury his talents, but can also properly raise his rank." I turned my face. After a glance, a major general was smiling at the deputy commander.