1686: C1686 Real Experience of Death

C1686 Real Experience of Death

If there was a most dishonest competition in the world, Lee Nanfang would definitely be crowned.

He clearly didn't want to pay attention to the lucky guy in the desert just now. He also said that he wouldn't take revenge on that kid for shooting at him without any hostility, so he turned around and walked away.

However, after walking a dozen or so steps, he was like a leopard cat. He made a small circle and climbed up the treetops. When Lucky was looking for him, he descended from the sky and kicked off the muzzle of the gun.

Boss Lee said in confusion.

Saying something doesn't count!

Of course, there were a total of two people here.

Lee Nanfang would never say anything bad about himself.

The lucky guy didn't have the time to blame Lee Nanfang for not keeping his word.

Lucky hated itself for being careless. Relying on the weapons in his hands, he thought that everyone else was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, but he forgot that everyone here was at the same level as him, or even a special soldier with a higher ability.

The Chinese Special Forces were the kings in the jungle. If one was a king who forgot his own skill, would the result be good when facing another King who could bring his own skill back to its peak?

Lucky's reaction was already very fast.

Before Lee Nanfang even finished his sentence, he had already raised the rifle high up in the air and aimed the gun.

The moment he pulls the trigger and Boss Lee falls from the top to the bottom, everyone can imagine what would happen to him.

In any case, when the gun was fired, the state of his death was definitely not good.

Luckily, Lee Nanfang wasn't an ordinary person, he was also a man squatting in the latrine with his face towards the outside. When he jumped down from the tree branch, he used a 1000 jin fall to speed up his fall.

While he was still in midair, he focused his entire body and the tip of his other foot went straight for Lucky's temple.

After this weight kick, the lucky ones would be lucky enough to leave this place and go somewhere else to rest.

However, the name "Lucky" was not just for show.

Only people with great abilities could grasp the opportunity to be lucky and become the lucky one.

Lee Nanfang's fatal blow didn't end up reaping a life, but instead, it heavily smashed into the barrel of the gun that was erected high up in the air.

In the nick of time, the lucky one used his rifle as a weapon to block the attack and held onto his life.

"Crack!"

The sound of a gun breaking was extremely clear.

If someone could stay in Lee Nanfang's body, of course, they could hear the heartbreaking sound that erupted at the same time.

That gun was regarded by Boss Lee as a godly weapon that could be used to nail bullets to a mouse's head. In the end, it was broken by his kick just like that.

Who could he blame?

Of course, it was all the fault of that good-for-nothing.

He got kicked by Lee Nanfang and died before feeling any pain. He had to use a precious firearm as a shield. Wasn't this just trying to infuriate Boss Lee even more?

Lee Nanfang's heart ached for that gun for a fraction of a second. After he landed, his right foot suddenly exerted force and without waiting for him to stand firmly, he rushed towards the lucky guy that he kicked away.

While he's sick, take his life.

This wasn't some kind of arena battle. No one would have the time to confront you for more than ten minutes. Killing your opponent in one go was the way of the king.

Unfortunately, Boss Lee's opponent wasn't someone who could be trampled upon by others.

During the process of Lucky's body being sent flying, he actually made a movement of borrowing force from the air to twist his body.

With lightning speed, he adjusted his position to face Lee Nanfang.

At the same time, he reached out to take out Military Thorn from his right military boot. With a burst of power, he raised the Military Thorn and rushed towards Lee Nanfang's chest.

All of this happened in the time it took for a spark to fly off a piece of flint.

The reaction speed of the lucky guy was so fast that even Lee Nanfang couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

He was worthy of being a character who had passed the early stage of Longteng Force selection. If this amount of skills were placed in any Special Forces in the world, he could become an existence similar to a weapons king.

However, unfortunately, he met Lee Nanfang, whose fighting spirit had been ignited.

Lee Nanfang did not slow down at all and took the initiative to meet the Military Thorn. Just as the knife was about to cut into his flesh, his body underwent a strange twist.

Yoga Flexible.

Lee Nanfang used it for the second time. The Xue Family's wife taught him some skills while holding his ear.

Lucky watched as the hit that was determined missed, the Military Thorn's sharp blade grazed past his opponent's clothes and left him completely dumbfounded.

Now that he was in the air, he no longer had the chance to use the power from the second time.

Standing on the flat ground, Lee Nanfang's body's agility reached its peak.

Thus, this time, the lucky guy was stunned. He was able to open his eyes and look at the world in the virtual training field.

While Lee Nanfang weirdly twisted his body to avoid the Military Thorn, his right hand firmly grabbed onto the Military Thorn's wrist. His left leg was raised and his knee was ferociously pressed against the man's stomach.

Luckily, Lee Nanfang forcefully pulled her from the air to the ground. The hand that was holding onto the Military Thorn also released a huge amount of energy, which caused her to sink into her heart.

The rain was still pouring down, but what flowed on the ground was not only the rain, but also the glaring red bloody water.

Lee Nanfang relaxed all the muscles in his body, followed by an incomparable amount of confusion that filled his mind.

"Why did this corpse still remain?"

Looking at the flesh on the ground, the cold body, and the body without any pulse, if Lee Nanfang didn't know that this place was virtual, he might have suspected that he really took away a young man's life.

"Under normal circumstances, wouldn't the corpse disappear after killing or fighting monsters, leaving behind only money and equipment? At least laozi has played some online games before. "

Lee Nanfang squatted on the ground and voiced the doubts from the bottom of his heart.

And in the real world, in the training ground underneath Longteng Training Base, room 3, virtual training.

The five researchers rushed to the side of a virtual pod with number 44 on it. They quickly removed the neural link equipment from the soldiers' bodies.

The instructor of the first sector stared in that direction with worry.

Seeing that the soldier had been helped out of the virtual pod, yet his eyes were still lifeless, the 1st region instructor's heart sank to the bottom of the valley. He shouted on the spot, "Take him to the recovery training room and start the A series of recovery training plans, report on the progress of his recovery training at any time!"

As soon as the instructor's voice faded, two "native" soldiers rushed forward and carefully helped the number 44 away.

Although many people refer to VR training as a high-tech military technology with limitless value, in reality, the drawbacks of this technology sometimes far exceed its value.

Virtual reality training was something that allowed soldiers to go through countless life and death training sessions without having to worry about their own affirmation of safety.

However, the first time he participated in this training, he would have to bear the tremendous pressure of death.

Virtual reality technology allowed the death in the virtual training ground to be fully implemented through data. It was the result of the examination conducted by countless experts who had recorded the body indicators of the tens of thousands of people who had died.

People with great mental endurance, such as Jinghong Ming's group, would experience at least 10 minutes of blankness after experiencing the taste of death.

They could rely on their strong willpower to dispel the lingering fear in their hearts.

But what about these recruits?

The No.44 recruit that was killed by Lee Nanfang must have had a strong mental endurance. Only then would he be able to wake up safely and receive recovery training.

If placed on those who were mentally weak, they would subconsciously form a profound consciousness that they had already died, and would no longer be able to open their eyes.

Whether it was the virtual world or the real world.

Seeing the new recruits being supported away with staggering steps, the faces of many higher ups of the Longteng Training Base all became heavy.

Until Jinghong Ming walked in front of the crowd and said, "Whether it's individual, military, or even the development of a country, they have to go through difficulties that ordinary people can't understand.

We already knew what would happen before this training began, so there was no need for meaningless regrets here.

True soldiers needed to go through the tempering of fire and blood, and they could also withstand the training of life and death.

If they could not endure the faked death in the training ground, how could they survive on the real battlefield?

"Everyone, return to your jobs. There will be more 'dead' waiting for us soon!"

Jinghong Ming's words dispelled the depressing atmosphere.

Everyone gathered their thoughts and returned to their work.

Jinghong Ming strode forward and returned to room 11. He stared at the three side by side "virtual pods" in the room on the other side of the glass and pondered over a problem.

"Should I do something to that devil?"

Jinghong Ming muttered to himself, not too loudly.

The old researcher, who was the closest to him, stared at Director-general Jinghong's back with an expression of disbelief.

The old comrade may be a little deaf.

He actually made the words "move hands and feet" sound like "move hands and feet".

Alright, even though that devil is clearly a man, he still possesses a woman's body, which caused everyone to be astonished. However, wouldn't it be a bit disgraceful for someone to do this sort of thing with Director-general Jinghong's status?

The old comrade sighed and shook his head, not daring to say anything more.

If Jinghong Ming knew what was on the old man's mind, he would definitely scold him for being "naughty".

I'm not a scum like Lee Nanfang, who has a brain worse than bugs and can do all sorts of dirty things.

If Lee Nanfang was here, he would probably question whether or not Yang Xiao was the factory's boss to find out his gender.

However, Jinghong Ming had already seen Red Number One File before.

After confirming that Yang Xiao was King Xuanyuan, he already knew where the devil came from.

How could he, Jinghong Ming, have any ill intentions towards a day and night man demon? Even if he did, it should be Shen Qingwu. Forget it, no one is allowed to touch him in this room.0

However, it was fortunate that Shen Qingwu, that woman, claimed to be extremely intelligent, actually fell for that devil without knowing Yang Xiao's true identity and condition.

Forget it, with Shen Qingwu's mysterious restraints, it was best not to touch that demon.

"His life is definitely worth more than death."

Jinghong Ming muttered to himself, proving that he gave up on the idea of killing Yang Xiao. He turned around and asked the researchers: "How about it, can you find out the reason for the mutation in that person's body condition? This sort of thing should be able to be explained by science, right? "

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