On the sniper training ground of the Valley Training Team, Luo Zheng calmly aimed at the target position for shooting training. The three boxes of bullets next to him had been shot empty, and the fourth box was almost at the bottom. Each box of bullets was 100. Three hours of shooting training, Luo Zheng unknowingly fired nearly 400 bullets. The powerful recoil made his shoulders swell and painful, his eyes began to swell, and the target became a little illusory.

The wind was much stronger, and the bullets were even more erratic when they were fired. The dust was flying, rolling in the air, and soon disappeared. Luo Zheng narrowed his eyes for a while, making his dry eyes feel a little more comfortable, and then looked at the sniper again. The scorching sun was in the sky, the ground temperature reached about 30, and his whole body was already wet. Sweat as big as beans hung on his eyebrows, blocking his sight, and his body began to show signs of dehydration.

In a row of rooms not far away, Lan Xue stood by the window and looked at Luo Zheng who was training, motionless for three hours. This time was nothing to Lan Xue, but Lan Xue knew about Luo Zheng's situation. It was the first high-intensity sniper training, and under such temperature conditions, it was very rare that she could last for three hours. Her cold face was a little more comfort and expectation.

The appearance of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group made Lan Xue realize that someone was going to deal with Luo Zheng. The biggest suspect was the Song family. The Song family had a high position and was in power without any evidence. Lan Xue had no choice but to endure it and secretly thanked that she had arrived at the training base. Otherwise, with Luo Zheng's current strength, she would undoubtedly die.

Another hour passed, and Luo Zheng had not stopped yet. The newly sent bullet was emptied again. The other members of the training team had already returned to have dinner. Seeing that Luo Zheng had no intention of stopping, Lan Xue was afraid that such a desperate training would backfire. She left the room and quickly came to the training ground.

"How?" Lan Xue asked in a low voice.

"It's OK." Luo Zheng replied, shooting out a sniper ejection again.

Lan Xue was surprised that Luo Zheng's physical fitness could withstand it for so long that an ordinary person had already fainted from dehydration and said, "Ten shots, No. 9 target position." As he said that, he raised his telescope.

"I understand." Luo Zheng knew that Lan Xue was planning to test his grades. He immediately closed his eyes, took a deep breath, relaxed his body, and warned himself to be able to play at a level. After feeling that his eyes were not that dry, he suddenly opened and a flash of light flashed. Luo Zheng attacked decisively, "Swish!"

"Nine Rings." Lan Xue said coldly.

"Swish swish swish swish!" Luo Zheng continued to shoot, with no more than three seconds between front and back, and Lan Xue calmly reported the number.

Soon, all ten bullets were shot. Lan Xue looked at Luo Zheng calmly, a trace of shock flashed in her eyes, but the expression on her face was still as cold as usual, and she said, "Ten rounds, 80 rings."

When Luo Zheng heard that the grades were so bad, he lowered his head awkwardly, pointed his gun down, stood up slowly, looked at Lan Xue and said seriously: "Give me some more time, ten days, I promise to get a score of 90 rings."

"Okay." Lan Xue nodded and said coldly: "Now, eat."

"Yes!" Luo Zheng leaned his feet and saluted gratefully, and walked towards the canteen's own bedroom with the remaining bullets.

Lan Xue looked at Luo Zheng's back and smiled with relief. According to the standards, the rookies in the special forces, that is, those who have just been selected as special forces, have 85 rings in 600 meters, while Luo Zheng has 80 rings in 1,000 meters. This means that Luo Zheng has basically the conditions to enter the special forces in this shooting. And this is just the beginning. In time, Lan Xue believes in her eyes and has higher expectations for Luo Zheng. When she thinks about something, her face turns red.

After lunch, Luo Zheng brought the bullet to the back mountain and headed straight to the waterfall. After hiding the sniper rifle, he took off his clothes and jumped into the pool to continue training. The water pressure in the pool was very high. Every time he swung his fist, it was very difficult to kick his legs. Moreover, whether an irregular vortex formed around him was unstable, and this kind of harsh conditional training was incredible.

Half an hour later, Luo Zheng had to find a small waterfall to stop and rest. While using the family breathing method to restore his physical strength, he let the fallen waterfall hit his body and improve his ability to resist and fight. After he recovered almost, he walked into the pool to train again.

In the distance, on a big tree, Lan Xue looked at Luo Zheng who was training hard with a telescope, her face full of worries. Thinking of Luo Zheng's temperament of not bowing his head, she had to suppress this worry and be careful to keep her guard around to prevent the appearance of another wild wolf mercenary. One of them had already died, and the wild wolf mercenary could not give up.

Time passed quickly. At dusk, Luo Zheng saw that it was getting late and his body had no strength. He rolled and crawled to a stone on the shore, intending to rest for a while before going back. Not long after closing his eyes, he suddenly heard a rustling sound. He was shocked and opened his eyes suddenly. A black muzzle appeared in front of him. Following the muzzle, a man covered in camouflage appeared in front of him.

The person who came was not tall, his face was covered with dark oil paint, and his age and nationality were not obvious. What was strange was that he was wearing a pair of glasses. Not many snipers wore glasses, unless it was a defense. He was so arrogant. He consulted before the stool. Models? Walls? Friends were lazy. "Who are you?" Luo Zheng was shocked and forced himself to calm down. It was the first time he faced death at such a close distance. His physical strength had not recovered yet. He was no match at all. He delayed for a while.

"Depend the tactic?" the other party said coldly, fucking a stiff Chinese Mandarin, aiming at Luo Zheng's heart with a muzzle and sneered: "It's useless. I have been observing you for four hours and thirty-eight minutes. There is no one around. It's impossible for someone to come to save you. I will only ask you one question. As long as you answer well, I can guarantee that you can enjoy it. Otherwise, life is worse than death."

"Ask, but I don't guarantee an answer." Seeing that there was no way out, Luo Zheng took the initiative to take advantage of his life, gradually recovered from calmness, slowly stood up straight, and said coldly.

"Very good, what's your name?" the other party said coldly, not minding Luo Zheng standing up at all.

"Luo Zheng." Luo Zheng said, looking at taking the initiative to take it out.

"Luo Zheng? It's really you, it's very good. Go and die." The other party was stunned, and then he was overjoyed. His murderous aura burst out in his eyes and he shouted coldly.

"Swish!" A gunshot.

Luo Zheng closed his eyes, but found that he was fine after the gunshot. He couldn't help but feel suspicious. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the other party had fallen to the ground and died, and his head was blown up. Luo Zheng knew that someone had saved him, so he observed everywhere in surprise, but found nothing. He decisively picked up the other party's sniper rifle, quickly hid under the huge rock, and observed everywhere.

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