“He is in danger.”

At night, two iron pipes buried in the soil stand outside the hills. These two things look like support columns next to the horizontal bar. However, unlike the horizontal bar, these two iron pipes are tied together by two springs and a piece of rubber. At that time, Chekov said this.

Then he reached out and pinched the rubber and pulled it down hard. Over the weekend, he watched the two springs be pulled away from the ring very tightly when the bear was almost uneasy. He felt that this thing should not be that difficult.

"bring it on."

Chekov let go of the rubber, and then...

Bang!

A sound like a bowstring collapsed came out. Over the weekend, I watched the rubber quickly bounce towards the sky and then suddenly pulled back. After several cycles, I started to sway between the two iron pipes: "What are you doing?"

"Your training equipment, just doing push-ups, dumbbells, bench presses, can increase muscles, but they cannot make the muscles get used to the environment you are about to face. I can't give you a practical gunfight scene to add a sense of oppression, so let's do a simulated training from both strength and mental tension. Believe me, this thing will really make you nervous." Chekov continued: "Put the gun on."

On the weekend, he took out his gun and walked over slowly. He reached out to pull the rubber between the two springs and struggled. He had to squat down to pull it to the designated position. Then, he put the gun on...

"This is the best way to detect your recoil control. During this time period, I will shoot at your feet to increase your pressure. Don't worry about when and where I shoot. This is not what you should care about. You have to care about, just aim at me with your gun."

Going crazy, I just put my gun on the rubber on the weekend, and I felt like I was about to collapse in less than ten seconds. The rubber under the gun was constantly pulling upwards under the force of the spring, as if I was fighting with him for control of the pistol. This second weekend, I had to use all my strength to ensure that the spring was temporarily pressed. Not to mention letting him aim now, he didn't know how long he could last. Maybe when he lost his strength the next second, the spring suddenly tightened and his gun would be broken!

This is not the most cruel training for Chekov these days. It was cruel when he performed adaptive training on his muscles a few days ago. Others used push-ups in a group of about thirty push-ups. This bear put the "three minutes of push-ups" task on the weekend as soon as he touched his upper lip. Who can set the exercise according to the time period? It's not running!

At that time, he spent almost the most painful three minutes of his life in despair. During this period, he understood another truth, that is, a person's physical fitness is limited. Within the limited physical fitness, the number of push-ups is also limited. After completing fifty-five push-ups in one minute on the weekend, for the remaining two minutes, each push-up process is to compete with his muscle limits with willpower. This is the first time in his life when he was doing any exercise in his life, he was flushed with the "three minutes" time limit. It was so difficult.

This is called exploring the limits of physical energy. When you keep jumping in front of the second hand. Every second you want to stop and let yourself lie on the ground, you are tapping your potential. Apart from self-exploration, no one can force you to do it. This is Chekov's intention to set the time limit.

Don't you want to pass the assessment?

Don't you want to practice good shooting skills?

No problem, work hard on your own!

On the weekend, I gritted my teeth and persevered in this environment. The next day, I had to go patrol as if nothing had happened.

As for whether you will hurt yourself, whether you may cause irreparable muscle strains or exercise trauma, you have no time to think, because this bear does not give you the chance to think at all, and immediately starts the next training.

"Zhou, who is that Ted?" Chekov walked to about ten meters opposite the weekend with his gun. He raised the gun and glanced.

Zhouzhang, who was holding the gun hard, barely opened his mouth and said, "A monster...uh~" As soon as he opened his mouth, the pistol floated upwards. Zhouzhang gritted his teeth and pressed the gun down again, and his whole hand was already trembling.

Chekov slowly lowered the gun in his hand and asked again, "Is he coming for you?"

"Yeah~" I worked hard on the weekend. Nu's middle finger, ring finger and little finger tight muscles felt soreness, and even the muscles under the upper arm began to appear tight lines, which could not be relaxed at all.

Chekov raised his gun again: "What should I do with Arig's undressing and dancing club? Who should we deal with first?"

This is a difficult problem. It has not been resolved. After checking Ted's information on the weekend, the reason why he disappeared completely after his divorce was because he was in prison. What's strange is that the prison where this guy was in has not done anything out of order for six years. He spent every day working, resting, and going to the library. The books he read ranged from natural sciences, humanities and history, philosophy to psychology, physics, chemistry, and even prose, poetry, and "Playboy" magazine. It's like a person who has no taboos and is just obsessed with words and patterns, just completing his own reading volume plan.

Such a person has said that the chance of parole is very high when he is so good, but Ted was rejected all applications for parole. This experience that can cause ordinary prisoners to collapse did not cause any disturbances on him. After calmly serving his sentence, he actually went to society again and said hello to himself. It was clear that he told the whole world that he was back and that he was the first step after he came back...

Bang!

After finally falling into his own thoughts over the weekend, Chekov put down the gun again, pulling the trigger as if he had given up shooting.

In the dark night, the fire lights that emerged when the bullets rushed out of the muzzle flashed in an instant. That second weekend attracted all the energy by the sudden gunshot, and at the same time...

Bang!

The two springs seemed to have grabbed the weakness of the weekend and pulled back hard. The pistol that was originally held by the weekend happened to fly away at this moment. The rubber-skinned pistol was lifted upwards as if it had been let go by Chekov just now. Finally, it began to sway between the two iron pipes.

“—uk!”

He cursed and shook his hands on the weekend, and asked with an annoyance that hated him: "Qi, when will I finish practicing?"

Chekov glanced at the spring and replied seriously: "In the environment just now, pressing the spring with the muzzle and hitting the balloon twenty meters away should be able to pass the assessment. Don't worry, one month is enough."

Press the spring with the muzzle?

Is it a balloon to hit?

Still twenty meters away?

"You're training Superman!"

During the complaints over the weekend, Chekov took out a balloon from a black canvas bag, and the pink balloon was quickly blown up by his mouth, and Chekov threw it in the air.

The next second, he returned to where he had just arrived on the weekend, reached out and put the gun on the rubber, and suddenly shot at the moment when he pressed down with a "squeak".

Bang!

Bang!

The balloon that floated out was shattered when it was about to land. Chekov's arm just raised a little, his gun was still holding it in his hand, and his hand was still pressing the spring...

"You - Mom - is Superman..." After rolling your eyes over the weekend, he lay honestly on the ground, and began another push-up plan.

Chekov, regardless of whether he was complimenting or indignant on the weekend, sat in front of the black canvas bag, whistled and took the gun in his hand into parts and threw it back into the bag...

Shhh…
Chapter completed!