In the suburbs of the Magic City, Lao Dun led a team to train for a round, and six people were left, Xiao Wu, Han Le, Qi Dalong, Gu Mi and two people who were favored by Zhang Shidong in the later period. After the Virus and others withdrew, four of the ten people were eliminated, and they were not really sent back to the prison, but were sent to work in some special departments.

Although the armed police station in the suburbs is small and complete, Zhang Shidong, who came by taxi early in the morning, was squatting in front of the outdoor shooting range, using tools to debug the "revolver cannon". The five or six people who were about to officially assign the assessment tasks were kept in their own styles, walked around behind him, looked at him, and waited for his final instructions.

At the last bit of gun oil, Zhang Shidong shook his right hand. The gun swung his hand, and the loading roller rotated at high speed, making a very crisp mechanical rotation sound. Yellow and orange bullets filled in. He stood up sideways, raised his arm, and pulled the trigger for the first time at the target position not far away that was not difficult to shoot at him.

The entire military camp at the garrison was attracted by a strange explosion and ran to the shooting range. Looking at the target paper that was completely smashed and Zhang Shidong standing there with a weird gun. Xiaowu and others were also very knowledgeable and were shocked at this moment. Is it still a gun? It is comparable to the power of a small cannon. If it hits a person and hits the upper body, it will probably only give him two legs.

Zhang Shidong pulled the trigger several times in a row and hit the Broken Wall Stone Mountain behind the target paper. He shot four times in front and behind. A huge rock embedded in the mountain was completely smashed, and the hole blasted out was enough to hold the next person.

"Why, I'm interested, I'll play with you." Zhang Shidong saw Gu Mi eager to try, and threw the gun over. The revolver cannon used casually in his hand. When Gu Mi received it, he was almost crushed to the ground by the gun. He choked for two steps before stabilizing his body. He couldn't help but sigh. The thing weighing more than ten pounds was only the pervert who could play with it.

He raised the gun with both hands, looked at the target paper in front of him, pulled the trigger, and the huge recoil made him choke again. He finally didn't take off his gun and held it in his hand. He shook his head and muttered: "It's so crap. This thing is not used to kill people, and even scare him to death."

The gun was hit in a slight manner and hit a distance of one meter from the target paper. According to the coverage of this gun, he was considered an amateur achievement. The recoil of the gun was too high, which made him unable to control his design accuracy.

Xiaowu and others also came up and tried it. After being mentally prepared, they still couldn't control the gun. Except for holding it in their hands and pulling the trigger sounds good, it almost has no effect on them, unless the standard angle is adjusted to shoot the imaginary target to accidentally hit the real target.

Each aluminum basin contains hot and fragrant home-cooked dishes.

Braised pork, spicy shredded pork, shredded yam, Mapo tofu...

Local brand of liquor, huge water tank used by the troops.

There was no luxurious scene or luxury consumption. Sitting in the cafeteria, Zhang Shidong raised the water tank in his hand, drank more than three taels of white wine in one go, and said something heart-to-heart to the six people in front of him who might not think deeply about it.

"It's quite difficult. The string in my mind is tense all day long. I dare not tell the truth to anyone. Everyone around me must regard it as an imaginary enemy. Most of the time during festivals, I have to live alone, and always face the test of life and death. No normal person will really like this kind of life. Who doesn't want to live a good life? His wife and children are warm on the kang, hot wine and cigarettes, and prosperous days..."

"Fate always teases people. It will make you walk back and forth repeatedly on a road, and will never give you a second road to choose. Only by yourself, you persist in walking to the end and looking at the scenery at the end, will you have a new choice. At the beginning, I just thought it was a game that could not be started again, enjoy it, even if I wanted to be a humble little person, acted as an undercover all day long, and fantasized that this was a life experience, at least I wouldn't worry about the crime of killing people too much when fighting, right?"

"No matter whether you like it or not, I can't talk to you a few times, but I'm standing here, I'm your goal. Everyone knows whether I live a free and easy life. When you can come out safely one day, you will find that you can also have what I have. In the last sentence, brothers, take care of yourself, even if you don't want anything else, you still think about the blood of the descendants of the Yan and Huang that flows in your body."

Zhang Shidong's words were not touching. Not to mention these six determined guys, even ordinary people didn't have much feeling or recognition after listening to his words. He did not say it to them now, but to them who had some feelings during the execution of the task. At that time, they would feel that every word of these words could guide them to make the most correct choice.

When he returned, Zhang Shidong did not take a taxi. The Wrangler was transported to the Magic City. He rode a bicycle for more than half a month. He was still a little uncomfortable with driving again. He always felt that the speed of the speed made him ignore a lot of things. Is it better to be slow?

Zhang Shidong was stunned suddenly, stepped on the brakes, and waved his fists out of thin air. He thought of the speed of riding a bicycle on the road and the scenery of driving by car. He had some thoughts in his mind. Seeing that there were fewer pedestrians nearby, there were some green trees next to the road. The understanding in his mind became clearer and clearer, and the final practice was only a short time. Perhaps for many people, this idea was too incredible and unrealistic, but for him, it was exactly what he could do.

Getting out of the car and crossing the green belt and standing next to a willow tree as thick as a thigh, Zhang Shidong used his normal fist to suppress the power in his body, hitting the tree with a certain amount of force. A piece of bark was knocked off, and the tree trembled, and the fallen leaves that were about to fall fell slowly.

Zhang Shidong took a deep breath and used his true energy to protect the skeletal muscles of the meridians of the entire right arm. According to his inspiration, he still waved his fist with 10% of his strength. The speed was very fast. The moment he had already hit the tree trunk, the fist paused. If there was a replay, it would be fifty times slower to feel the pause. It looked normal to hit the tree trunk with the naked eye.

With a muffled bang, the effect that had been caused before still exists, but in the bark that was knocked out, the trunk area of ​​the three centimeters in size and size were all broken, and it was finely broken until a gust of wind blew, and the wood chips that broke about one centimeter fell off the trunk and drifted to the ground with the wind.

Zhang Shidong was completely stunned, looking at his fist, feeling the flow of true qi in his body. If the moment hadn't used true qi to protect the musculoskeletal meridians in advance, the arm paused in an instant at a rapid speed, and the force gathered in the body in the body was buffered, so that the state that should have been impacted by the force of the whole body changed when the fist hits the target object; that pause, the force in the body rushed into the arm, and the force that should have been extended in a few thousandths of a second was more concentrated and hit the target object.

It was like a endless huge thunder. The first time I slapped it, it was certainly swallowed, but there was also the boost of the waves and the power behind it.

After pausing for a moment, it was like concentrating the power generated by a huge bomb that hit him, turning it into a huge steel plate and directly slapped on you.

The former will die 99% but there is hope for survival; the latter will die even worse, and the whole person will be smashed like a pool of mud, more thoroughly, and there will be no chance.

With the same strength and different results, Zhang Shidong was so excited. Nothing could make him more excited than the progress of the city for a man who pursued the ultimate in martial arts. The school was too lazy to go back, so he called Wu Gang to report, and once he couldn't go back to class on time, he would help him get through it.

The phone was placed aside, listening to Wu Gang's complaint, feeling a faint concern, and hung up the phone with a smile, the force of stepping on the accelerator increased a little, the car made a roaring sound, and returned to the military camp station after less than an hour.

He waved his hand at the person in charge: "Don't worry about me, I'll be on Duanbi Mountain in your shooting range. I'll stop shooting outdoors these days." Then he pulled away a box of instant noodles and bread, a box of mineral water and milk from the canteen. The car parked in Duanbi Stone Mountain. Standing under Duanbi Stone Wall, which was only five or six meters high, he found a stone and sat cross-legged.

Xiaowu and others, who had not left, looked at him curiously from afar, and finally could only act like a psychopath. Early the next morning, people who practiced normally lost interest in practice and came to the shooting range one after another, watching the purely handmade gravel workers "working".

He punched and hit the rocks with a punch, stopped from time to time, and accelerated from time to time. In the morning, he saw Zhang Shidong slapped around a stone, and then sighed while resting. Some things were caught, but they couldn't catch them, but they couldn't catch them. The picture in his mind became clearer and clearer. He had full confidence in this road. He sighed just because the animals in the school didn't know how to pass on him, and he was delayed again. He was in college.

Without bandages on his fist, he sat at the back door of the car panting, took a bottle of mineral water and drank half of it, and pondered at the analyst there, until he realized something, stood up and hit the stone. Two or three hours later, he changed another stone, each one larger than before, and constantly slapped it, and it was really like a lunatic...
Chapter completed!