Soon, the second barometric pressure* was also blown out. This time, when the fireworks dispersed and Lang Zhan's figure was revealed, everyone, including Lao C, did not speak. They just looked at the flat screen quietly, looking at Lang Zhan who was just a small black dot on the screen, some thoughtfully, some rolled their eyes, and some had straight faces, not knowing what they were thinking.

There are no philistines around the Three Musketeers of the Eguo Kingdom. What they can value is either their own excellent potential or a skill. And a common characteristic that all of them have is that they are all able to endure hardships and can adapt to the training intensity of the Three Musketeers.

Regardless of whether President Kim and those bigwigs admit it or not, they cannot deny and cannot stop the fact that the country has declined, and it is continuing to decline at a faster pace. Speaking of military affairs alone, how many years has it been since Hubei has built a new type of large warship? Let's talk about individual combat, which is particularly popular now. Among the military powers in the world, Europe has adopted the acquired genetically modified organisms, and has cultivated a large number of super soldiers; Lei Guoren has taken a multi-pronged approach, and has made achievements in gene flow, technology flow and mixed flow; Island country, although the island country nucleus is slightly weak, after all, it is a mature strain, and the servant god combat system, this is a big innovation, although the actual combat is still a little worse, but in the long run, it will definitely become a benchmark; Renguo, what direction Renguo is taking, there is no public conclusion so far, but there is Lang Zhan, the benchmark of the acquired genetically modified super soldier, Renguo is actually at the forefront of the world in this regard. On the other hand, in Hubei, they can't slip away from the flow of science and technology and genes, and they can only gnaw on the old books left over decades ago and continue to take the traditional route.

"Marksmanship shouldn't have much to do with skill, right?" Bacin asked suddenly.

Lao C asked rhetorically: "Whether the marksmanship is good or not, the eyesight and the brain's prediction ability are very important, do eyesight and prediction ability have any impact on the skill?" ”

Basinke was stunned for a moment, and then replied honestly: "There should be an impact." ”

Old C glanced deeply at everyone present, then took a bite of the bloody flesh on his hand, chewing vigorously while looking up in the direction of Cremma. His behavior, especially the act of chewing the raw meat in his mouth hard, was quite intimidating to others, and everyone looked at me and I looked at you, all with solemn expressions.

In the solemn atmosphere, beside Old C, the major who handed him the tablet before suddenly looked at him and said, "I looked very carefully and can confirm that Gabriel did not use an additional sight." ”

Old C seemed to have understood this a long time ago, and he was not surprised at all when he heard this, but continued to look into the distance.

Basinke: "Instructor, Gabriel is growing too fast. And you said that sooner or later there would be a war between us and Nikook-"

Old C turned to look at him, with no expression on his face, and asked, "Are you reluctant to leave the 'Peregrine Falcon'?" Why? ”

Old C's question hit Bacinke's heart, and the expression on his face suddenly became unnatural. After a while, after a struggle, he said, "I need money, enough money." ”

"Is it because of Chevasha?"

Startled, Basinke took a step back, his eyes wide and full of horror.

"I'll give you a chance, this time for the savage fight, you can sign up."

"Huh?! Thank you, instructor, thank you! ”

"Don't rush to thank me, because I don't even know if you'll be able to make it through the Forest of Death. If you can't even get past the Forest of Death, don't resent me then—try to come back alive, you know, if you die, Chevasha won't live long. Heart failure, a disease in which there is no cure other than heart replacement. ”

"Instructor, the blood of Gabriel—"

Old C looked at him again, with pity and surprise in his eyes, and said, "Didn't Ryvachenko tell you?" Gabriel's blood is now nullified. No, it's more terrible than waste. His blood had turned into poison. If you did give Chevasha's blood to drink, it would have poisoned her instantly. ”

"Huh?!"

Old C didn't pay any attention to him, but clapped his hands and said, "Keep going, the rest is long enough." I said the same thing at the beginning, since you're lucky enough to follow me, you should take advantage of this opportunity - I haven't had a bootcamp in a long time. ”

The crowd departed one after another. Basinker dragged for a while, and after everyone else had left, he took a deep breath and walked over to Old C, handed him a watch, bowed deeply to him, and walked away quickly.

The watch is an ordinary electronic watch, and its special feature is the "peregrine falcon" pattern on the case. Old C took it and looked at it, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he casually put the watch in his pocket.

In Simfiloupol, an alley defined as the "South A2 Block", a young man with an Asian face and a middle-aged white man are fighting fiercely. Young men with Asian faces are bare-handed, while middle-aged white men hold a dagger in each hand. The dagger was sharp, and it had already torn the young man's clothes in several places, and it had also made several cuts in his body. The young man didn't know if it was because of the excessive bleeding, his reaction speed began to slow down, and his body became a little heavy. "Miscellaneous. Plant, go die! The middle-aged white man seized an opportunity to kick the young man to the ground, and then with a loud shout, he swung a dagger and stabbed him in the neck.

The young man's body had lost its center of gravity, and it seemed that it was no longer possible to escape the dagger of the middle-aged white man, but at this time, behind the middle-aged white man, on the roof of an apartment building about fifty meters away from them, there was a "bang" and a gunshot rang out.

At the same time as the gunshot rang out, the middle-aged white man seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and moved his body to the right very tightly, just past the bullets coming from behind.

"Don't shoot, it's a fight between me and him!" Young people with Asian faces shouted, speaking an authentic Renguo dialect.

The person who shot on the apartment building was Lang Zhan, holding the gun in his left hand and tapping the trigger with his right index finger, waiting for the opportunity to shoot again. The middle-aged white man was able to dodge his sniping, which made him feel a little more than a little competitive. At a distance of fifty meters, still with his back to the direction of the bullet, not everyone can complete the "perfect dodge". This middle-aged white man, Lang Zhan was sure that there was no information about him in the database provided by Nina, so he inevitably thought about it one more layer - could it be that he was an acquired genetically modified warrior from which country? If that's the case, it's even more unstoppable. "You're no match for him," Lang Zhan replied loudly to the young man.

"Who said that?" As the young man spoke, he grabbed the clothes on his chest with both hands and tore them open, revealing the black T-shirt inside.

In such weather, he was only wearing a jacket and a T-shirt, which at least proved that this young man was strong and in excellent physical fitness - Lang Zhan became a little interested in him, and opened his blood-colored vision to look at the middle-aged white man. The young man's courage is commendable, and he should be a friend and foe, and Lang Zhan is willing to give him a chance to prove himself. However, the premise is to confirm that the middle-aged white man does not have the ability to suddenly attack and kill him, otherwise, he can only strike first.

Under the blood-colored vision, the middle-aged white man with his back to Lang Zhan was shaking his whole body, among them, the color of the qi and blood in the legs and brain was heavy, and the other places were correspondingly slightly thin. "Three minutes, I'll give you three more!" Lang Zhan said.

The young man's response was a loud shout, and then, with his right foot slammed on the ground, his upper body tilted forward, and the whole person rushed towards the middle-aged white man like a leopard.

"Look for death!" The middle-aged white man seemed to be irritated by the young man, and with an angry roar, his hands danced, his waist twisted, and he greeted the young man.

The young man strikes first, and the weapons are his own two fists. The middle-aged man seemed to be passively attacking, but his speed was extremely fast, and although the dagger was short, it increased the speed of his arm after all, so although he was late, he adjusted his position first, and blocked the two daggers in the path of the young man's fist early.

The middle-aged white man had leaned to the right when he had dodged Lang Zhan's bullets, which allowed Lang Zhan to see clearly how his left hand and the young man's right hand were swapped. Seeing that the young man's right fist was about to be strung on the dagger in the left hand of the middle-aged white man, the young man's fist suddenly released, and when he released it, the wrist and the index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger that were together had an obvious flicking movement. This action was something Lang Zhan didn't expect, he originally thought that the young man would use his fist to stiffen the dagger of a middle-aged white man. In terms of skill alone, this action of young people can be called very wonderful, but at the same time, the risk taken is also extremely high. Because one is not well grasped, that is, the fate of the back of the hand or finger being pierced and cut off by a dagger.

Lang Zhan has a blood vision bonus, and what he sees is a relatively slow process. Seeing that the young man's fist was about to make contact with the middle-aged white man's dagger, the middle-aged white man's left wrist still shook forward, and suddenly, the young man's fist was released, his wrist turned slightly, and his four fingers except for his thumb flicked out. Four fingers, not the middle finger and index finger or the fingertips of the ring finger are hitting the blade of the dagger, and then, what makes Lang Zhan can't help but shout loudly is that with a crisp sound of "oh", the dagger is actually broken.

Instead of piercing the young man's fist, the two daggers were broken by his fingers, and the middle-aged white man obviously did not expect this change, and was slightly stunned.

The master was distracted for a moment, and the next moment, he was kicked in the crotch by the young man, his face was full of pain, his waist was bowed, and his hands were covered in the vital place.

The young man's counterattack had just begun, his body suddenly bounced upward, and in the process, his feet were kicked out in a row, and in a short period of time, I don't know how many kicks were kicked, and the middle-aged white man's arched body was kicked out again, and then he spat blood and planted it backwards.