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At the beginning, Liu Jiasheng was infatuated with the girl named Shen Jing, but Shen Jing never looked at him differently from beginning to end, and always liked Lu Qiu, who seemed to be a famous person.

At that time, Liu Jiasheng was very sad and sad about this, and the most he did was to use Shen Jing as a punching bag, and everything that had nothing to do was centered on Shen Jing.

It is precisely because of this that Shen Jing has never taken Liu Jiasheng to heart.

It wasn't until later that Liu Jiasheng was determined to change that kind of life, to be a new person, to forget Shen Jing, and to start all over again.

In accordance with his grandfather's wishes, he went to participate in the training of the reserve members of the LTTE special training team, and the events of this year made him grow a lot.

"You said the kid who shot himself in the head and took the bullet with his bare hands?"

Li Yang, who was walking next to him, asked casually.

His voice was not small, plus whether it was the middle sect head or the young sect head around him, those people were engrossed, and all their spirits were paying attention to the every move of these two.

When he heard this sentence, the face of the head of the middle school, whose real name is Wang Zhao, changed slightly: "Catch the bullet with your bare hands?"

He was a little surprised, and the people next to him were also attracted by this sentence.

When people play with guns, most of them are familiar with firearms and understand the power of bullets.

Firearms are hot weapons, not to mention whether they can quickly catch bullets with their bare hands, and even if they do, their palms will be burned.

In the ordinary training base, few people can do this, even if the strength is in the Vajra Realm, I am afraid that they will not dare to be arrogant and face the bullets in the chamber with their own bodies.

Although there are many practitioners here in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang training bases, it is said that Wang Zhao, the head of the middle school, is a martial artist at the peak of his internal strength, but he doesn't have the courage to pick up any bullets, let alone shoot at his head and then catch the bullets.

Such a short distance, still under the shroud of the fear of death, is not only about strength, but also about mentality and a series of problems.

"Yes, I shot myself in the head, and it was a desert eagle with a muzzle less than ten centimeters from my temple, and it was under such conditions that I pulled the trigger, and then with my other hand, two fingers, I directly clamped the bullet that rushed out of the chamber. ”

Liu Jiasheng did not forget to connect the dots when he spoke, and he looked sincerely admired.

It is only now that he deeply understands how powerful Lin Yi was that day, and recalls Lin Yi's kind attitude towards him at the beginning, which also makes Liu Jiasheng sigh.

"Desert Eagle, that gun is not small, it seems that Jiasheng, your friend's strength is very strong. ”

After listening to a few words, Sect Leader Wang Zhao was still a little nervous and excited.

If Liu Jiasheng can help introduce such a master to their training base in Jiangsu and Zhejiang Province, it will be a great help for various training base leagues and internship exercises in the southern region in the future.

It's just that this idea was all vetoed by Wang Zhao when Liu Jiasheng said the gun of the Desert Eagle.

Changing to an ordinary police pistol, someone can shoot themselves in the head and catch the bullet themselves, which is considered a master.

But the Desert Eagle?

The power of this gun is equivalent to a large-caliber small bomb at close range, far more than ordinary firearms can match.

Wang Zhao would rather believe that someone could perfectly dodge a bullet from a submachine gun at a distance of ten meters without being injured, rather than believe in such nonsense as taking the Desert Eagle with his bare hands.

"Come to think of it, this kid is bragging to me, but it's no wonder that whoever was supposed to enter the Tiger Special Training Team was stopped by five people who suddenly appeared from the Jingnan side below, I'm afraid it won't feel good. ”

Wang Zhao thought so, he didn't like Liu Jiasheng and Li Yang's temperament, one was a compliment, the other was pretending to be forced, it was really a match made in heaven.

He put these words in his heart, and the few young sect captains around him also understood it from the bottom of their hearts, considering Liu Jiasheng's identity, they didn't say anything on the surface, but just looked at his gaze, which changed somewhat.

"What's going on over there?"

Liu Jiasheng was admiring the girls from Jiangsu and Zhejiang around him, when he suddenly heard Wang Zhao open his mouth and look at the position of a group of people around.

There was a lot of noise and noise, and it looked very lively.

"Go and see, idle is idle. ”

Liu Jiasheng looked over there, said casually, and walked over there.

He thought about it with his ass and knew that there was a fight.

When he was in the Tiger Special Training Team, even if he was a reserve member, there was a lot of fighting training in it, and Liu Jiasheng was a sandbag when he first entered, and now he can barely win a few people.

In the eyes of Grandpa Liu Jiasheng, he is very satisfied.

Maybe the old man just hoped that Liu Jiasheng would get some experience from beginning to end, rather than really hoping that he would be born and die, otherwise, he would not have thrown him from Yanjing to Jiangsu and Zhejiang, let him stay in the training base for a while, or he might be paving the way for his future.

The group walked towards it.

Some of the outermost freshmen noticed the situation and hurriedly made way one by one.

Zhou Yishan also wanted to complain about whether the instructor who had not moved since the instructor stretched out his hand had something wrong with his brain, but he never thought that there was a strange movement behind him.

She turned her head and saw that the crowd behind her had all dispersed.

Outside, two people in ordinary training uniforms and a group of powerful middle and young coaches strode over.

"It's a big deal, I'm afraid that kid is going to be bad. ”

Zhou Yishan's heart jumped, and he was a little gloating,

Then as if she had thought of something, she suddenly looked at Tan Shumo who was standing there, wanting to remind Tan Shumo to hurry up and get out of the way, so as not to be affected by that guy.

It's just that she didn't have time to speak, and the group of people had already arrived.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Zhao swept his eyes and saw several people lying on the ground, each of whom either had slap marks on their faces or footprints on their bodies, obviously being beaten.

On the other side, an instructor stretched out his hand, seemingly trying to grab the freshman by the collar, and behind the freshman, there were three other people, one with a blue nose and swollen face and broken glasses, and the other two with indignant faces.

It's just that Wang Zhao is a little puzzled that the two people in front of him seem to have become sculptures.

The freshmen's faces were calm, the instructor's foreheads were covered with sweat, and the surrounding atmosphere was particularly strange.

"The head of the middle school!"

When the other four instructors saw the comer, they immediately shouted and hurriedly stood upright.

It's just that the instructor standing in front of Lin Yi didn't make any moves.

His whole body seemed to be completely stiff.