The Fallen Merman

Bi Lanxing lay on the ground for a while before he had the strength to get up. The pain simulated by Bai Chunian's companion ability was too real, which made Bi Lanxing feel a sense of fear in his heart.

Seeing that he didn't get up for a long time, Bai Chunian got up and left the chair, walked to him and squatted down, raised the little alpha's chin to look at his complexion, and then rolled his eyelids to check the pupil condition.

After taking a deep breath, Bi Lanxing smiled embarrassedly, lying on his back on the ground and asked, "Is this really what it feels like to be hit by a bullet? It's terrible."

Bai Chunian squatted on top of his head and looked down at him: "Yeah, only the injuries I've suffered can be simulated with this companion ability, I'm just passing on my feelings at that time to your brain. "

Bi Lanxing was stunned for a moment, and after recalling Bai Chunian's words in his mind, he got up in silence, picked up the rifle and reloaded.

The pain of being shot in the abdomen has completely subsided, but the fear still persisted in his mind. Bi Lanxing held up the acr, aimed at the head of the moving target, and hesitantly pressed his index finger on the trigger. Two or ten seconds passed, and the sharp pain of the bullet entering his body suddenly hit him again.

This time the shot was in the calf.

Bi Lanxing hugged his legs and curled up on the ground, clenching his teeth so that he didn't cry out, his brows furrowed and he roared silently, his body was soaked in cold sweat again.

"It's too slow, take ten seconds to aim, your head will be blasted by the enemy, remember your strengths and roles, the glands that have both offense and defense, like the poisonous arrowwood, must be positioned in the gun position in the team, One of your hesitations may destroy all the assaulters charging at the forefront. If the assaulters are gone, the next enemy will be you. How did your school teacher teach you?" Bai Chunian picked up the tablet by the rest round table, With a few swipes on the screen, I ordered two breakfasts, a sports drink and an iced latte.

Before the meal was delivered, Bi Lanxing had fallen to the ground seven times in a row, hit the moving target twelve times, killed five times with headshots, missed six times, and missed the target once.

The punishment for missing the target was the heaviest. Bai Chunian let him experience the feeling of being shot in the head.

Bai Chunian brought out a hot breakfast from the food delivery robot and waved to him, "It's half past seven, come to eat."

Bi Lanxing struggled for a long time but couldn't stand up, Bai Chunian walked over and lifted the little alpha up, put it on the chair opposite him, pressed the back of his neck with his palm, and injected a soothing pheromone into his glands.

"Instructor, wait for me to relax for a while." Bi Lanxing lay weakly in front of the round table, buried his head in his arms, and his body twitched slightly.

"Ah, don't be so polite. In fact, I didn't ask these children on the island to call me an instructor. They insisted on calling me that, making it seem like I was being strict." Bai Chunian picked up the knife and put it on the sandwich. Spreading peanut butter: "Plant glands generally like to eat what they like to eat, but not some nitrogen, phosphorus and potassium."

"I don't need to eat normally." Bi Lanxing straightened up with difficulty, picked up a sterilized napkin and wiped his hands. In fact, he was so stunned by the pain that he couldn't taste anything he ate.

Bai Chunian pushed the sports drink to him: "Eat more."

Bi Lanxing took a sip from the glass and continued to lie back on the table, as if he would immediately turn into a bundle of shreds and die on the ground without support.

"Have you really experienced these pains?" Bi Lanxing asked in a muffled voice, "Then how did you survive."

"The self-healing power is strong. As long as the wound is not infected with a large area, it can heal on its own." Bai Chunian said truthfully, "Bullets can't kill me."

"Is this your companion ability?"

"No." Bai Chunian took a sip of the iced latte, "The training he received when he was a child was rather special."

"Sounds presumptuous, may I know your age?" Bi Lanxing asked hesitantly.

"Ah, don't you." Bai Chunian smiled, showing two fangs, "For us, age is just a cultivation time, and it may not be the same as your definition of age. After all, in this world that relies on strength Age doesn't mean anything."

"you"

"Well, I'll tell you later, but it's up to you to live up to your expectations."

After breakfast, Bai Chunian still sat on the chair and watched Bi Lanxing practice his spear, but he did not use his companion ability to stimulate him when he made a mistake, because the little alpha's body had temporarily remembered this series of pain reflexes.

The empty magazines piled up more and more at the feet of Bi Lanxing. By noon, Bi Lanxing had been able to achieve a headshot rate of 90 per group of moving targets, that is, 12 moving targets could hit an average of 10.8 headshots per round. .

His shooting ability is not bad at all. The only flaw is that he is not focused enough, it is difficult to resist surrounding interference, and he relies on hand feel. Of course, this is also a common problem of most special trainees and needs to be forced to change.

Because the danger will not come when people are in the best condition, and the enemy will not give him the opportunity to develop his hand feeling when the gun is live. It is impossible to kill with a gun, because the enemies encountered by the alliance's special team have no marksmanship that ordinary robbers can match. The result of Bi Lanxing can only be regarded as reaching the passing line for special trainees.

When the bell rang near the cafeteria, Bai Chunian took out his certificate and swiped it on the speaker on the round table. He raised the microphone and put it to his lips: "Students from the shooting range gather in the shooting test area. Today I will randomly check the movements of ten unlucky bastards. Target headshot rate."

The frivolous and leisurely voice was amplified and played by the speakers in all corners of the shooting range. The gunfire in the shooting range gradually stopped. The special trainees gathered in the shooting inspection area.

The faces of the special trainees gathered in groups of three or five were ashen, some silently prayed that they would not be drawn, and some directly bowed to the portrait of Yan Yi in military uniform hanging on the wall: "Bless the president, please take away Instructor Bai. ."

But it's useless to say anything. Bai Chunian picked up the list sent by the uncle guard and clicked on the first one: "Wangfeng."

A meerkat alpha trembled and walked out of the observation queue stiffly. A few alphas next to him crossed their shoulders and winked, wishing him a good journey.

"Hello, instructor." Meerkat Alpha walked over to Bai Chunian and bowed, picked up the acr rifle on the assessment stand, loaded the bullet, and loaded it.

Bai Chunian patted Bi Lanxing who was standing beside him: "This is the new classmate Bi Lanxing who came last night. After practicing all morning, the average headshot hit rate is 90. Anyone who has not hit this score will be punished. It's better to pack up and leave and choose one."

Meerkat Alpha swallowed hard, held up the rifle and aimed it at the moving target, firing a single burst. Twelve consecutive bullets exploded the heads of the twelve moving targets, and the moving targets fell to the ground one after another.

"Not bad, keep it up." Bai Chunian wrote down Meerkat Alpha's results on the roster, and randomly selected the name of the next special trainee, "Ying."

The firefly omega jumped up from the seat, her **** glowing with fright, she hurried to Bai Chunian and bowed: "Sauce melon is good, no, general is good, no, teach."

"Stop talking nonsense, go get the gun, everyone is waiting for dinner." Bai Chunian raised his head.

The firefly omega raised its gun and fired, and all twelve moving targets fell down.

Bi Lanxing was secretly surprised. The school they attend is already one of the top priorities in the country. His shooting scores are among the best in the school. It is not uncommon to get the first place in an assessment once in a while, but the moving target here obviously has no regular movement at all, and the speed is faster and more simulated. However, a random trainee here can get a 100% headshot rate, which is a bit scary.

"Very good." Bai Chunian wrote down his grades and called the name of the next special trainee. Every time Bai Chunian flipped through the roster, all the special trainees would hold their breaths involuntarily as if waiting for the death sentence to be pronounced.

The third one was a zebra alpha, who came on the field tremblingly, but because he was too nervous, the first shot missed the target.

Bai Chunian hummed: "Fuck, the 5.56 caliber acr can't hold you back when you raise the flag. I missed the roof."

Although the zebra alpha regained a little feeling behind it, it only knocked down 8 moving targets, and the headshot rate was only 66.

"Don't eat the rice, when will you go after practice?" Bai Chunian snapped his fingers, and Zebra Alpha's body stiffened, and immediately rolled to the ground, hugging his head and wailing. Since there are four targets that have not been knocked down, then four bullets will hit the trainee's body. This is the assessment rule set by Bai Chunian.

About 20 minutes later, Bai Chunian randomly checked nine special trainees, six of whom passed the examination, and the other three were twitching and rolling on the ground in pain.

Bai Chunian casually flipped through the roster, and was about to call the tenth special trainee when the phone on the round table rang, and it sounded like a prompt tone of special concern.

He picked up the phone and glanced at it. Rimbaud sent a picture, but the signal at the shooting range was not very good, and the pictures could only be loaded bit by bit.

Followed by a voice, Bai Chunian clicked to play it.

Rimbaud: "randimebolujeo"

No one could understand it even if it was posted outside. Bai Chunian touched the two band-aids on the side of his neck that were about to be hidden, and replied in a low voice, "It's training, I'll call you back later."

The special trainees all saw the instructor's eyes change from frivolous and playful to gentle, and even holding down the voice button and whispering beside the microphone was unprecedentedly gentle.

Putting down the phone, Bai Chunian lowered his head into the loudspeaker and said, "Okay, let's check here today, let's all have a meal. Keep up the good work, the level is too bad, I'll wash my eyes by myself."

The special trainees rushed out of the shooting range after receiving the amnesty, fearing that Instructor Bai would go back and run faster than the other. Bai Chunian glanced at the three unlucky **** who were cramping in pain: "You guys go too, and find me to retake the exam at night."

The three poor people ran away in a tumble.

When the people were almost gone, Bai Chunian picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number, then raised his hand to signal that Bi Lanxing could also go to dinner.

Bi Lanxing had no choice but to leave the shooting range, and when he walked to the entrance of the cafeteria, he found a group of special trainees gathered together, discussing something fiercely, and some omegas blushed.

"It must just be that the colleague's voice is clearly like an alpha, and it is like a domineering president."

Bi Lanxing leaned over and listened, and found a clownfish omega standing in the middle of the crowd, and said mysteriously to everyone: "That voice said, did the kitten miss me, really, lie to you at night Sleeping without sea anemones, oops, my family lives by the sea, and you don't believe what I've heard."

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