"Brother Bor, good afternoon." Allen walked to the underground shooting range with a familiarity and greeted Bor who was exercising.

Bang, Boer threw down the barbell in his hand, and the heavy barbell hit the ground and made a huge sound, stirring up slight dust. His naked upper body was covered with countless sword marks, and his burly and majestic body was circling with muscles, and his explosive power was undoubtedly revealed.

"You kid is here, is it still the same today? Go and get the bullet yourself." Bor glanced at Allen and ordered without hesitation. Alan had no objection to this. Not to mention that he was familiar with Bor. Just Bor's identity as a general under Austin would not be able to be busy with him like an ordinary waiter.

If the boss treats you well, he is willing to train newcomers. Just because you can't take this kind of goodness for granted, you still have to be a bit forced to do it yourself.

In the ammunition box next to him, he took a bunch of bullets and started his daily routine shooting training. Now, because [Thermal Weapons and Pistols] has reached the proficiency level, the speed of gaining experience has begun to slow down. However, in the past three days, his proficiency has still changed from [21] to [32]. Although he did not come quickly from [3] to [21] in one night, he also had a good improvement speed. Although he himself did not have comparison and related knowledge.

I was a little unaware of it, but it didn't matter. There was a big man next to me. Although Bor did not boast too much in order not to make him too proud and indulge himself, he was not stupid. Although he didn't know how good his family was, he was definitely not bad. Therefore, Allen's enthusiasm for practicing guns every day was still high, and because he could sense every bit of his own progress, he became more and more addicted to it. The pleasure of feeling that he kept getting stronger was like the most tempting poison, which made people unable to extricate himself.

If the game of life can have experience, maybe everyone in this world is a successful person. You can see your own progress, perceive your own growth, and understand your talents and shortcomings after a brief practice, look at the growth rate of your skill proficiency. Then everyone is the most dazzling genius.

During the rest of the gun practice, Alan couldn't help but feel dissipated and wandered endlessly. After one hour of the gun practice, Alan began to exercise his close-knit barehand fighting and dagger assassination techniques, both of which were taught by Bor. At this time, Bor was no longer the gentle and friendly big brother. Bor's face changed, and his gentle smile disappeared. His whole body was like a silent volcano, or the turbulent sea surface during the storm. His body exuded a cold and violent murderous intent, as if the actual murderous intent was coming, as if he wanted to freeze people's perception. Even Alan could not come back to his senses at the beginning, and was "killed" after losing his mind at the beginning.

Bor's practice is not about teaching you any movements or key points. In his words, to learn to beat people, you should learn to be beaten first. As long as you get beaten too many times, you will know how to fight back. That's how you get started, so Allen's miserable life began.

Bang, Allen fell down on the ground with a mat, making a sound of a broken sack falling on the ground. Allen lay on the mat and let out a long breath, got up again, and once again set off to wait for Boer's next attack.

Boer looked at Allen's appearance, and a slight curve appeared quietly on the corner of his mouth, but he still looked like an iceberg murderous aura on his face. Looking at Allen's posture, Boer suddenly moved and stepped on the ground with his right foot. The ground seemed to start to shake, as if an ancient beast came across the courtyard and launched the most violent and fierce charge, which made people frightened.

Allen's special training these days is not useless. At least his prediction and dodge have been initially trained. When Bor moved, Allen had already started dodging, moving to the right very quickly, preparing to avoid Bor's edge. But Bor's burly body did not appear heavy and slow. On the contrary, his movements were extremely fast and sensitive. When Aren opened the distance, Bor did not slow down. On the contrary, his body, which was charging, became even more rapid and sharper, and his legs suddenly expanded a little and stretched a little. His pants were broken. The muscles were knotted, and the blue veins emitting metallic luster raised like a python. His left foot suddenly stepped on the ground, and the extremely fierce force stomped the ground. Bor twisted his waist and lifted his straddle and turned around. A whip leg that was as powerful as a thunderous whip towards Aren.

Alan's face changed. Why is Bor so fierce today? It's not that he is serious. If he can't take this move, he will die, but he will definitely die. His keen perception is giving Alan a crazy warning. Alan's scalp was numb and his hair exploded. He was like a cat being stepped on with his tail. His spine shrank and bounced back three inches out of thin air like a dragon ascending to the sky, just avoiding Bor's heavy kick.

Because he had never used this method of exerting force before, Alan lost his center of gravity after withdrawing three inches. He gave up the stupid method of stabilizing the center of gravity without hesitation. He fell back and a lazy donkey rolled away. Under this huge pressure, Alan slashed his right hand from his waist and pulled out the shadow tactical dagger when he rolled over. He felt that Bol was really coming, so he naturally had to show some real skills to let him see his training results. Of course, after all, it was still in the scope of competition. If you take out a weapon like a pistol, you will completely change your taste. If you don’t have it, you will either die or be disabled.

During this period, Alan practiced the most pistol, and in addition to that, it was a dagger. After all, no matter how short or small it was, it was better to have a weapon than to have empty hands.

Allen rolled over from the ground, held a dagger in his right hand, and held a slight bow in his body to maintain the best posture to exert force. He stared at Boll tightly like a cheetah about to prey, always on guard for the next attack.

But beyond his expectations, Bor stood there without moving, just looking at his series of smooth reactions, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

As a result, Allen couldn't help but put away his dagger, slapped the dust on his body, and walked towards Bol, "Brother, what's wrong today? Why did I really have no preparation for it suddenly? Aren's face full of helplessness, as if he was extremely distressed by his sudden attack.

Boer pretended not to see his appearance, looked him up and down, and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, in the case of a sudden attack, your reaction is qualified and will not kill instantly like a fish, but at least you avoided the first attack and were qualified to shoot and fight back. Also, don't worry, even if I hit you with that kick, I'm sure I'll be sure to regain most of my strength. At most, you will be in pain for a while."

At first, Allen wanted to agree with Bol's praise, but when he heard the words afterwards, he started to have no expression on his face. You are strong, you are right. I am just a rookie who just got rid of the mixed fish. Alan's cold face did not have any impact on Bol. He continued to comment: "Remember what I feel today, and keep thinking about it after going back, and try to grasp the agility of life and death at the edge of life and death."

At this time, Allen began to feel something was wrong. Why did he feel like he was going to explain his funeral? "Brother Bor, is something wrong?" Bor looked at him. "It's nothing, but the atmosphere in Gria City recently was a little wrong. The originally calm atmosphere began to become blurry. Someone tried to muddle the pool of water, but he didn't realize that it was that guy who was doing it." Allen's eyes couldn't help but become serious. Boer said vaguely, but his shock did not diminish at all. After all, this was the opportunity for him to meet Austin.

"A year has passed, and is there anyone else who knows whether they live or die?" Allen murmured in a low voice. Bol seemed to hear it. He picked up the cigarette that had been put on the wooden table not far away, and casually picked up the matches beside him and lit them. In the clouds and mist, Allen couldn't see the blurry face clearly, and heard a whisper that seemed to be answering, "Who knows, but human hearts are the most unknowable thing."

Boll looked at Allen's brows tightly, and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, "Why do you think so much? It has nothing to do with you." Allen nodded subconsciously to agree, turned around and picked up the clothes placed on the table. It was getting late, and it was time to go home.

Seeing Allen's makeup look, Boll was sucking in his hands and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, you won't come again these days. The situation is unclear. Austin wants to gather all its strength. Martial law will be entered here. After all, you have not stepped into this muddy water."

Allen's figure turned to Boer's back and stiffened slightly. For a while, a dry voice sounded: "I'm sorry." Boer threw the burned cigarette in his hand to the ground, and rubbed it casually with his feet, saying indifferently: "Nothing sorry. We owe you to save Austin. We respect your choice and understand your decision."

"Don't wander outside these days. The night is no longer safe now. Even the places where the Public Security Bureau patrol in Xicheng District have begun to die. You can imagine the seriousness of the situation."

"When did it happen, why there was no news at all?" Allen's condition seemed to have adjusted, and his voice began to return to his previous calmness.

"Ha, how could they let you know and show their incompetence?" Bor said with great disdain, "But it should be almost impossible to suppress it. It's almost a week and there has been no progress. I'm afraid someone will be in trouble." Bor said at the end, as if he thought of something happy and chuckled a few times.

Alan had packed up his clothes at this time, and once again placed pistols, daggers and other items on his body, restoring his fully armed posture.

He turned around and bowed slightly to Bor. Bor did not dodge or avoid Alan's salute. Alan stood up and calmed down the solemn and rigorous face behind him, and returned to the warm smile that was as warm as the spring breeze in the past, "Good luck."

Boer looked at his distant figure and smiled unconsciously.

"By the way, can I ask how those people died?" Allen took a few steps away and suddenly stopped again. "Oh, they, all kinds of people, teachers, workers, and students, but their deaths were exactly the same. There was no wound on their bodies, just like a sudden illness. They went silently. When they found them, they seemed to be sleeping, but they could not wake up again." Bor touched his chin and said thoughtfully. "By the way, how did you say that this died? There were no traces of accidents, no traces of third people, and no drug reactions. Just like a haunted person, the guys in the Public Security Bureau still have some skills, although they hate them..."

What Bol didn't see was that Alan, who was facing away from him, had a sudden change in his face, as if he had heard some horrifying facts, in fact, it was exactly the case. Alan subconsciously clenched his fists, and the soft lines on his face suddenly became cold and hard.

A few seconds later, Allen breathed slowly, and his strong and cold face was sunny again. Very well, I found you.

Alan's anxiety and tension since he came here have dissipated halfway. What people fear the most is always unknown. The poisonous snake hidden in the dark is often more shocking than the falcon soaring in the sky. Alan's eyes unconsciously drooped, and his eyes were deep and distant like a deep pool of ancient wells. He grabbed you, and next, it was my turn.
Chapter completed!