"I won't talk about the deep diving effect. What I am best at is shooting. Whether it is guns or crossbow throwing, they are all specialties." Mo Qiong said.

Mike smiled. He claimed to be proficient in guns, so he naturally would not think that Mo Qiong was good at shooting.

After all, Mo Qiong has never been a periphery for a day, and he doesn't have much chance to practice guns. The so-called good at Mike is probably just a matter of making do with it.

Mo Qiong said again: "The physical fitness is OK. I was greatly improved by a containment. My physical fitness is athlete-level. I have never learned fighting, but there is no problem with fighting."

Mike's face was strange. Anyone who said that he had never learned fighting but was good at fighting was just a hooligan, and he was often bragging.

Judging from his experience, basically people who say this have never seen the world and think they are very good at fighting. In the end, they will be knocked down in an instant when they meet a real fighting master.

But will Mo Qiong never see the world? Mike is not good at commenting, so he can only say nothing.

Mo Qiong continued, "My will is not bad either. I have participated in the test, and the doctor of the Blue and White Society has given me a high evaluation."

Mike and Yang Zhou looked at each other. It was hard to say about will. The doctor gave him a very high evaluation, maybe he was just a little polite.

The will required by members is a truly iron will, and it is definitely not the saying "You are firm in your will" in daily life.

They didn't know that Mo Qiong thought it could be said because the test he participated in was a will training program for formal members.

Under the training of the will of the fetal rat that was incarnated as a fetal rat and was swallowed by a snake, the doctor said that his will was first-class, so he would definitely not be polite.

Mo Qiong is just seeking truth from facts. He has to practice everything here, and there is nothing to hide.

"If I really want to say, I can't drive and lack knowledge. Although I major in mechanical engineering, my grades are average and my math is at most high school level." Mo Qiong said at last.

Everyone silently wrote down, and after this introduction, everyone knew it.

It can be said that each has its own strengths, but if you consider it comprehensively, Du Xiaoyu is the weakest. In addition to having richer cultural knowledge, the shortcomings in other aspects are very obvious.

Yang Zhou is a panacea with no obvious shortcomings, while Mike has particularly outstanding physical fitness and combat ability, but he has never read much.

Mo Qiong was not good at commenting, and he felt that he was only a little stronger than Du Xiaoyu.

Because what Mo Qiong said was good at, it didn't sound very proficient, like the kind who was only outstanding among ordinary people.

"Then, let's help each other and make progress together in the future."

"We will have to test tomorrow, so let's take a break now." Yang Zhou said at last.

Everyone dispersed. Although each of them had their own room, there was only one bed and one cabinet in the room.

The treatment here is much worse than the restricted ones, but Mo Qiong doesn't care. He even thinks that it's quite amazing that there is still a house and a bed to sleep with.

Maybe the formal special training has not started yet, and after a while, I guess there will be no such good bed to sleep with and no hot bath to take.

When I crossed the forest before, Mo Qiong found cut down wooden piers and camping in the forest.

I think this apartment is not always available.

...

At six o'clock the next day, Mo Qiong got up early.

He went downstairs and found that many people got up earlier.

Many people practice morning exercises, talk at the beach, and wait for the instructor to arrive.

When they saw Mo Qiong, they greeted him: "Hi, Mo Qiong."

"Moqian!"

Someone called him from all directions and introduced himself.

Mo Qiong also responded one by one, remembering the names of a lot of people, walking about a hundred meters, and meeting more than fifty people.

Everyone was wearing the same clothes, which were uniform gray single trousers.

This is available in the wardrobe in every room, and it has various models. Everyone can always find their own close-fitting set.

I think anyone has looked through their wardrobe, and as long as they are not fools, they know that they must wear this outfit today.

Because there are numbers on the belt of this suit.

Everyone has different numbers, Moqiong is number 66.

Everyone is wearing it, so no one needs to say it. I think the instructor deliberately did not mention it, so that everyone will get used to thinking about it from a young age.

Of course, there are also people who don’t wear it, that’s Du Xiaoyu.

It’s not that he didn’t know, but he was flapping alone by the beach, practicing swimming hard.

"When did you come?" Mo Qiong walked over and asked.

Du Xiaoyu climbed up from the water with a bitter face, and water was dripping from his nose. Obviously, he drank a lot...

"At four o'clock..." he said.

Mo Qiong sighed that Du Xiaoyu had just got up early alone and practiced here for two hours.

It can be seen that he really wants to make up for this shortcoming, but he is really talented.

I remember that Mo Qiong was thrown directly into the water, but soon he found the feeling. He didn't need to be taught by others and realized it in a few hours.

"There is still a test today. Don't waste your energy too much. Come on, let's have breakfast." Mo Qiong said.

But Du Xiaoyu shook his head and said, "No breakfast, I was the first to get up. I searched for several buildings around me, and there was no cafeteria. At around five o'clock, Jimmy came out to stroll around. I went to ask him. He smiled and pointed to the forest over there... It means we should solve it ourselves."

Mo Qiong looked at the forest. As expected, many people wandered around the edge of the forest, looking for something to eat to make do.

However, unless you go deep into the forest and just on the edge, you can't find anything to eat, only some coconuts and grapes can be eaten.

"Some people are better than nothing." Mo Qiong said. If I hadn't wanted that special dinner last night, many people could find food to satisfy their hunger directly, which would have been a difficult task for everyone.

Du Xiaoyu said: "Look at what this is."

He ran to his own clothes on the beach and pulled out a few oysters from it.

"There were many, but you got up late and everyone had eaten all over there. I picked it up earlier." Du Xiaoyu said with a smile.

"You eat it, it's not enough to get stuck in your teeth." As he said that, Mo Qiong took off his clothes and jumped into the sea.

Du Xiaoyu hurriedly shouted: "There are no fish nearby, some of them have looked for it..."

He said it was too late, and Mo Qiong rang out and disappeared.

Du Xiaoyu had no choice but to wait by the beach, and many people saw it when they heard the movement.

"He wants to fish? It's hard. The nearest fish are at least 800 meters away."

"How can I catch fish without slimming, bare hands and empty fists?"

Everyone looked at it for a while, and then they couldn't sit still because a few minutes passed and they saw Mo Qiong on the sea without showing any signs of it...

He didn't need to breathe, and no one knew about this except Xiaoyu and others.

After a few minutes, a wave was coming from the beach. Mo Qiong ran to the shore, put his hands on both sides and hooked the fish, his legs and feet moved, as if he didn't feel like he was stopping the car.

"Suck...Four big fish..." When everyone saw it, Mo Qiong held his fingers on the fish's gills, and two fish were stalking with his left and right hands.

Immediately afterwards, their attention focused on Mo Qiong's left chest.

There, a huge scar that may be soaked and white, is located in the heart.

The scar seemed to be scattered by some giant hand, and there was a circle of radial lacerations around it, like an abstract sun.

It was obvious that a large piece of meat was missing, and the big scar was slightly sunken and dripped with water droplets.

"Brother, get a fire!"

Mo Qiong carried the fish and came to a group of classmates who were grilling oysters.

The few people looked at Mo Qiong blankly, hurriedly moved out of their position and said, "You use it, you use it..."

"I'll go and add some firewood." The fire was a little small, and someone consciously ran to pick up dry branches.

Mo Qiong was grilling fish there, and everyone around him started to talk.

This scar looks so scary. What did he go through?

Someone asked Du Xiaoyu, Mike and others, but even they didn't know.

"I don't know, he didn't say it last night..." Mike said dumbly.

"Can it be a danger of failure of containment? This kind of injury has been wandering around the verge of death." said someone else.

Yang Zhou said: "He just said something about the failure of the shelter. It doesn't seem very dangerous."

"Are you stupid? Isn't it dangerous to fail to contain the shelter? Do you know how many people will die? It's just like working in the Lanbai Club. By the way, I asked, that sword was transformed by the death of a friend of his inability to contain the shelter. Think about it, it turned a person into a sword and was heart-to-heart. If he survived, it would definitely be a life-threatening death. If he didn't say it, it would not mean that there was no danger." The man was almost speechless to Yang Zhou.

Yang Zhou and Mike looked at each other. They thought so, but Mo Qiong said it too dull last night that it disappointed them a little.

It seems that it is not really dull at this moment. Maybe it is just because of the confidentiality agreement and the sad things, Mo Qiong doesn't want to say more.

Look at that terrifying fatal scar, how many stories are there.
Chapter completed!