Chapter 160 A Man with a Story

"I won't go into details about the deep diver effect. What I'm best at is shooting. Whether it's firearms or crossbow throwing, I'm good at it." Mo Qiong said.

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

After all, Mo Qiong has never been a peripheral player for a whole day, and he doesn't have many opportunities to practice shooting. The so-called good at Mike is probably just okay.

Mo Qiong added: "My physical fitness is not bad. My cardiopulmonary capacity has been greatly increased by a containment object. My physical fitness is at an athlete level. I have never learned fighting, but fighting is no problem."

Mike looked weird. Anyone who said he had never learned fighting but was good at fighting was just being a hooligan and usually just bragging.

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

But has Mo Qiong never seen the world? It was difficult for Mike to comment, so he could only remain silent.

Mo Qiong continued: "My willpower is not bad either. I have taken the test and the doctors from the Blue and White Society have given me high marks."

Mike and Yang Zhou looked at each other. Will is hard to explain. The doctor gave it a high evaluation, maybe he was just being polite.

The will required by the members is a truly iron will. It is not just a daily statement of "you are strong-willed".

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

Under the training of the will that transformed into a fetal rat and was swallowed by a snake, the doctor said that his will was first-rate, and he was definitely not being polite.

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

"If you really want to tell me, I can't drive well and I lack knowledge. Although I majored in mechanical engineering, my grades are average, and my mathematics and science are at a high school level at best." Mo Qiong finally said.

Everyone silently took note of it. With such an introduction, everyone knew it by heart.

It can be said that they all have their own strengths, and when considered comprehensively, the weakest one is Du Xiaoyu. In addition to his rich cultural knowledge, his shortcomings in other aspects are obvious.

Yang Zhou is a jack-of-all-trades with no obvious shortcomings, while Mike's physical fitness and combat ability are particularly outstanding, but he hasn't read much.

Mo Qiong is hard to evaluate, I feel he is only slightly better than Du Xiaoyu.

Because what Mo Qiong said he was good at didn't sound very proficient, like the kind that only stood out among ordinary people.

"Then, let's help each other and make progress together from now on."

"There will be a test tomorrow, so let's go to bed early now." Yang Zhou finally said.

Everyone dispersed. Although everyone had their own room, there was only a bed and a cabinet in the room.

The treatment here was much worse than that of the restricted people, but Mo Qiong didn't care. In fact, he thought it was quite surprising that there was still a house and a bed to sleep on.

Maybe the official special training hasn't started yet. After a while, there won't be such a good bed to sleep on, or hot baths to wash in.

When he crossed the forest before, Mo Qiong found felled wooden pillars and traces of camping in the forest.

Come to think of it, you can't live in this apartment all the time.

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

He went downstairs and found that many people had gotten up earlier.

Many people were doing morning exercises and talking at the beach, waiting for the instructor to arrive.

When they saw Mo Qiong, they all said hello: "Hi, Mo Qiong."

"Mo Qiong!"

From all sides people called him and introduced themselves.

Mo Qiong also responded one by one, memorized a lot of people's names, walked about a hundred meters, and finally got to know more than fifty people.

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

This is found in the wardrobe of every room, and comes in various models, so everyone can always find the one that suits them best.

I think everyone has looked through their own wardrobe, and as long as they are not a fool, they know that they must wear this outfit today.

Because there is a number on the belt of this suit.

Everyone has a different number, Mo Qiong is No. 66.

Everyone is wearing it, so no one needs to say anything. I think the instructor didn't mention it on purpose, so that everyone can get used to thinking on their own about small things.

Of course, there was also someone who wasn't wearing one, and that was Du Xiaoyu.

It's not that he didn't know, but he was swimming naked on the beach alone, practicing swimming hard.

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

Du Xiaoyu climbed up from the water with a grimace, water dripping from his nose. Apparently, he drank a lot...

"Four o'clock..." he said.

Mo Qiong lamented that Du Xiaoyu got up early alone and practiced here silently for two hours.

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

I remember that Mo Qiong was thrown directly into the water, and it didn't take long for him to find the feeling. He didn't need anyone to teach him, and he understood it on his own within a few hours.

"There are tests today, don't waste too much energy, come up, let's go have breakfast." Mo Qiong said.

Unexpectedly, Du Xiaoyu shook his head and said: "There is no breakfast. I was the first to get up. I searched several buildings around and there was no canteen. Around five o'clock, Jimmy came out to hang out. I asked him and he smiled. , pointing to the forest over there...meaning we can solve it ourselves."

Mo Qiong looked at the forest, and sure enough, there were many people wandering around the edge of the forest, looking for something to eat.

However, unless you go deep into the forest, if you stay at the edge, you can't find anything to eat. There are only some coconuts and vines to eat.

"It's better to have something to eat than nothing." Mo Qiong said. If it weren't for the special dinner last night, many people could have found food on the spot to fill their stomachs. This is not difficult for everyone.

Du Xiaoyu said: "Look what this is."

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

"There were a lot of them, but you got up late, and the whole piece over there was eaten up. I picked this up earlier." Du Xiaoyu smiled.

"You eat it, it's not enough to fill 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 around here, someone has looked for them..."

He said it was too late, and Mo Qiong disappeared with a splash.

Du Xiaoyu had no choice but to wait at the beach. Many people heard the noise and looked over.

"He wants to catch fish? That's hard. The nearest school of fish is at least 800 meters away."

"Fish are slippery and you can't hold back. How can you catch them with bare hands?"

Everyone watched for a while, and then they couldn't sit still, because after a few minutes, Mo Qiong didn't show up on the sea...

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

A few minutes later, a wave came out on the seashore, and Mo Qiong ran to the shore, hooking fish with his hands on both sides, and his legs and feet seemed to have not braked yet.

"Suck... Four big fish..." Everyone saw that Mo Qiong's fingers were holding the gills of the fish, and his left and right hands were holding two fish each.

Then, their attention was focused on Mo Qiong's left chest.

There, a huge scar that might have turned white due to blisters was located in the heart.

The scar was hideous, as if it was dug out 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, dripping with water droplets.

"Brother, make a fire!"

Mo Qiong came to a group of classmates who were grilling oysters with the fish in his hand.

The few people stared at Mo Qiong blankly, and hurriedly made way for him, saying, "You use it, you use it..."

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

Mo Qiong was grilling fish, and people around him started talking.

This scar looks too 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 tell me last night..." Mike said blankly.

"Could it be the danger of containment failure? This kind of injury is just hovering on the edge of death." Someone else said.

Yang Zhou said, "He only said a little about the containment breach, and it didn't seem like anything serious, not very dangerous."

"Are you stupid? Containment breach isn't dangerous? Do you know how many people will die? It's like working for the Blue and White Society for nothing. By the way, I asked, and that sword was formed when a friend of his died during the containment breach. Think about it, turning a person into a sword, and being so heartbroken, he must have survived a life-and-death struggle. Just because he didn't say anything doesn't mean there's no danger." The man was almost speechless to Yang Zhou.

Yang Zhou and Mike looked at each other. They had thought so, but Mo Qiong's words last night were too bland, which disappointed them a little.

At this moment, it didn't seem to be really bland. Maybe it was just because of the confidentiality agreement and some sad things, so Mo Qiong didn't want to say more.

Look at that horrible fatal scar, how many stories are there in it.

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