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 with two fangs showing, "For us, age is just a cultivation time, and it may not be the same as your definition of age. After all, in this case, relying on strength The age of the world means nothing."

"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 accumulated more and more at the feet of Bi Lanxing. By noon, Bi Lanxing had been able to achieve a headshot rate of 90% for each group of moving targets, that is, 12 moving targets could hit an average of 10.8 headshots per round. indivual.

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 was 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%. The punishment is still to pick a person to leave."

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 butt glowing with fright, and hurried to Bai Chunian's side and bowed: "The pickled melon is good, no, the 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 it down? How about you raise the national 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: "randi mebolu jeo?"

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."