The Etiquette of the Soldiers is To Meet Up

　　 "Brother Bol, good afternoon." Allen walked to the underground shooting range and greeted Bol who was exercising.

　　 Bang, Bol dropped the barbell in his hand, and the heavy barbell hit the ground with a loud noise, stirring up fine dust. The naked upper body is densely covered with countless sword wounds, and the burly and majestic body is hovering with muscular knots, and the explosive power is undoubtedly manifested.

　　 "Your kid is here, is it still the same today? Go get the bullet there." Bol glanced at Alan, and said unceremoniously.

　　 Alan has no objection to this, let alone that he and Borben are acquainted with each other, it is impossible for Bor to be busy with him like an ordinary waiter just because of his status as a general of Austin.

　　 Being good to you is that you are willing to cultivate new people. You can't just take this kind of goodness for granted. You still have to be a bit compelling to be a person by yourself.

　　 In the ammunition box on the side, Allen took a bunch of bullets and started his daily routine shooting training. Now that the [Heat Weapon·Pistol] has reached the proficiency level, the speed of gaining experience has begun to slow down, but in the past three days, his proficiency has been brushed from [21] to [32].

　　 Although he did not shoot from [3] to [21] as fast as the hundreds of bullets that night, but it is also a good pace of improvement, although he himself is a little unknowing because he has no comparison and related knowledge.

　　 But it's okay. There is a big guy next to him. Although Bor did not boast too much to prevent him from being too proud and indulging, he is not stupid. Although he doesn't know how good he is, he is definitely not bad.

Therefore, Allen’s enthusiasm for gun practice is still high every day, and because he can perceive every bit of his progress, he is more and more addicted to it. This pleasure of feeling that he is getting stronger is like the most tempting poison. It's hard to extricate yourself.

　　 If the game of life can have an experience level, maybe everyone in this world is a winner.

　　 can see their own progress, can perceive their own growth, can understand their talents and shortcomings by looking at the growth rate of their skill proficiency after a short practice, then everyone is the most dazzling genius.

　　 During the break from training guns, Allen couldn't help but let out his thoughts, roaming endlessly.

　　 One hour after practicing the gun, Allen began to practice his close hand combat and dagger assassination, both of which were taught by Bol. At this time, Bor is no longer the gentle and friendly big brother. Bor's complexion changed, his gentle smile narrowed down, his whole person was like a silent volcano, and like the rough sea during a storm, his whole body exuding icy coldness. His violent killing intent, as if the actual killing intent came surging in, seemed to freeze people's perception, even Alan, could not recover at the beginning, and was "killed" after a loss of consciousness at the beginning.

Bor's practice is not to teach you what movements or essential knowledge. According to his words, to learn to beat people is to learn to be beaten first. As long as you are beaten more and know how to fight back, that is the beginning. So Alan's miserable life began like this. .

　　Bang, Allen fell back on the matted ground, making the sound of a torn sacks falling on the ground. Alan lay on the mat and let out a long breath, got up again, and once again posed and waited for Bol's next attack.

　　 Bol looked at Alan, the corner of his mouth quietly evoked a slight arc, but his face still looked like a murderous iceberg. Seeing Alan's posture, Bor suddenly moved, his right foot slammed on the ground, and the ground seemed to start shaking, as if an ancient beast came across the courtyard and launched the most violent charge, directing people to fear and fear.

　　 Allen's special training these days has not been useless, at least his anticipation and evasion have been initially exercised.

　　As soon as Bor moved, Allen had already begun to dodge and moved very quickly to the right, preparing to avoid Bor's sharp edge.

　　 But Bor's burly body did not appear heavy and slow. On the contrary, his movements were extremely fast and sensitive. When Allen opened the distance, Bor did not slow down and turn.

On the contrary, the body that was charging was a bit more violent, his legs swelled a bit and broke the pants, the muscles were knotted, the blue veins exuding metal luster were tangled up like a python, and the left foot slammed on the ground, frantically The fierce force stepped on the ground with traces of cracks, and Bol twisted his waist around his left leg as the axis and turned around, and a thunderous whip leg smashed towards Allen.

　　 Alan's complexion changed. Why is Bol so fierce today? It's not because he is serious.

If you can't take this trick, you will die, you will definitely die. The keen perception is warning Allen crazy, the kind of real crisis, and the grateful Allen's scalp is numb, his hair blows up, and the whole person is like a cat being trampled on. Like the tail, his spine shrank and fluttered like a dragon ascending into the sky, and backed three inches back out of nowhere, just to avoid Bor's heavy foot.

Because he had never used this method of force before, Allen lost his center of gravity after retreating three inches. He did not hesitate to give up the stupid method of holding the center of gravity. When he fell backward, a lazy donkey rolled and pulled away. .

Under this tremendous pressure, when Allen stood up, his right hand drew out the Shadow Tactical Dagger from his waist. He felt that Bor was real, and naturally he had to show some real skills to show him. Looking at the results of your training, of course, after all, it is still a field of study. A weapon like a pistol will completely change its taste when it is taken out. If it is not good, it is either dead or disabled.

　　 And Allen has practiced the most pistols during this time, besides that is the dagger. After all, no matter how short or small it is, a weapon is better than empty-handed.

　　 Allen stood up from the ground, holding a dagger in his right hand, his body's slight bow maintained the best posture that he could exert force, staring at Boer closely like a cheetah about to prey, ready for the next attack at any time.

　　 But to his expectation, Bol stood still and didn't move. He just watched his series of smooth reactions and smiled with satisfaction on his face.

As a result, Allen couldn’t help but put away the dagger, slapped the dust on his body, and walked towards Bor, "Brother, what happened today? I didn’t have any preparations for the sudden come. You are not afraid. Beat me to death?" Alan's face had a helpless smile, as if he was extremely distressed by his sudden attack.

Bol pretended not to see his appearance, looked at him up and down, and nodded quite satisfied: "Yes, in the case of a sudden attack, your response is considered qualified, not like a trash fish. Killed instantly."

　　 "At least you are qualified to shoot back after avoiding the first attack. Also, don't worry, even if I kick you with my kick, I am sure to recover most of my strength. You will hurt at most for a while."

　　 Allen wanted to approve of Bol’s praise at first, but he became expressionless when he heard the following words.

　　 Allen’s cold face didn’t have any effect on Bol. He continued to comment: “Remember how you feel today, keep thinking about it after you go back, try to grasp the sensitivity of life and death.”

　　 Allen started to feel that something was wrong at this time, how it felt like he was about to explain the funeral. "Brother Bol, has something happened."

Bol glanced at him, "It's nothing, but recently the atmosphere in Gloria City has something wrong. The calm atmosphere has become blurred. Someone tried to muddy the pool of water, but he hasn't found that exactly. The guy is doing it."

　　 Alan's eyes could not help being dignified. Bol said more vaguely, but the shock in his heart did not diminish at all. After all, this was the opportunity he and Austin met.

　　 "It's only been a year, is anyone else dead or alive?" Allen whispered.

Bol seemed to have heard it. He picked up the cigarette that was placed there before exercise from the wooden table not far away, picked up the match on the side and lit it. Amidst the clouds and mist, Alan couldn't see it clearly. With a somewhat vague face, I heard a whisper that seemed to be an answer, "Who knows, but the human heart is the most unknowable thing."

Seeing Alan's brows closed, Bol couldn't help but shook his head and laughed. "Why do you think so much? It has nothing to do with you." Alan subconsciously nodded in agreement, turned around and picked up the clothes on the table. It's too early, it's time to go home.

Seeing Alan finishing his makeup, Bol was halting in his movements, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, you don’t want to come again these days. The current situation is unknown. Austin is going to gather everything. Power, martial law will enter here, after all, you haven't stepped into this muddy water yet."

Alan turned his back to Boer's figure and stiffened slightly. For a while, some dry voice sounded: "I'm sorry." Boer threw the burnt cigarettes in his hand to the ground and ran it casually with his feet. , Said indifferently: "There is nothing I'm sorry, you saved Austin, we owe you, we respect your choice and understand your decision."

　　 "Don't hang around at night these days. The night is now unsafe. In the past few days, even the places patrolled by the Public Security Department in Xicheng District have begun to die. You can imagine the seriousness of the situation."

　　 "When did it happen, why is there no news at all?" Allen's state seemed to have adjusted, and his voice began to return to the usual calmness.

"Oh, how could they let you know and show their own incompetence." Bor seemed extremely disdainful. Now." Bol said that he seemed to think of something pleasant at last, and chuckled a few times.

　　 Allen had already packed his clothes at this time, and once again placed pistols, daggers and other items on his body, returning to his fully armed posture.

　　 He turned around and bowed slightly to Bor. Bor did not evade and received a gift from Allen. UU read www. uukanshu.com Allen's solemn and rigorous face after he stood up, returned to the gentle smile of the past spring breeze, "I wish you good luck."

　　 Bol looked at the figure he was going away, and the corners of his mouth didn't consciously evoke a smile.

　　 "By the way, can I ask how those people died?" Allen stepped out a few steps and stopped suddenly.

"Oh, they, all kinds of people, teachers, workers, and students, but they die exactly the same way. They don’t have the slightest wound on their bodies. They are like a sudden illness. They go without a sound. When they find them, it seems like They are still sleeping, but they can't wake up anymore." Bol touched his chin and said thoughtfully.

　　 "By the way, how did you say it died? There are no traces of accidents, no traces of a third person, and no drug reaction, just like a haunt. The guys in the Public Security Department are annoying but they still have some skills..."

　　 What Bol, who was babbling, didn't see was the sudden change in Alan's face with his back facing him at this time. He seemed to have heard some horrible facts, which was actually the case. Allen clenched his fists subconsciously, and the soft lines on his face suddenly became hardened.

　　 A few seconds later, Allen exhaled slowly, and the hard and cold face was covered with sunshine again. Very good, I found you.

　　 Allen’s anxiety and tension since then have dissipated in half. What people fear most is always the unknown. The venomous snake hidden in the dark is often more frightening than the falcon flying high in the sky. Allen's eyes drooped unconsciously, and his eyes were as deep and distant as an ancient well. He caught you. Next, it's my turn.

　　 Ignoring the chatter behind Bor, Allen quietly left with a light pace. The breeze from the ventilator blew slightly and blew the windbreaker on Allen's body.