Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of the Poll Bureau's Unknown Record!After landing, everyone clearly saw two of my ankles, two of which were held with purple palm prints.All of them were pale, afraid to stay here, and rushed back to the city.

I don't know if it was because of the fright that I opened the sky eye briefly.After the sun went down that day, I saw a "person" who was pale and swollen with blisters standing next to me.He seemed to realize that I could see him, first he was taken aback, then he grinned as if he had seen a treasure.

He did something that horrified me.This "person" leaned against me and made a posture to squeeze into my body.I even felt that something had entered my body; and "I" was squeezed out of my body little by little.

I was so scared that my third uncle was cooking in the kitchen when I heard the cry and ran over.I almost cried out about what happened at the time.The third uncle was also anxious and sweating (he knew about my childhood), suddenly he seemed to remember something, and ran into the cabinet and took out the small wooden box.At that time, he didn't care about finding the key, and he slammed the small wooden box to the ground. The wooden box fell apart, and a bright short sword fell out.

The third uncle grabbed the dagger, compared it to my side a few times, and made a posture to stab someone, "Go! Don't punish my son, or I will kill you!" The "person" was also shivering. It separated from my body without any hesitation and disappeared into the air instantly.

That night, the third uncle stood beside me holding a dagger.The next day, he brought back a black dog from nowhere and killed it in the yard.I "enjoyed" another dog blood bath (Sanshu didn't know that shampooing worked, and a whole pot of dog blood was poured on me).

I've been thinking about that dagger since I played it. I sharpened it a few times and asked my uncle to take it out again.The third uncle went back and forth in one sentence: "Let you see when you grow white hair."

The white hair did not grow out, but the age was a few years older.In a blink of an eye, I graduated from high school and followed the arrangement of my third uncle to apply for the military academy. Unfortunately, in the end, I tried my best and still failed to pass.

Maybe the old Shen family didn't have the life of a military academy.After the third uncle contacted my hometown grandfather and my relatives, he planned a blueprint for the rest of my life-"You can join the army!"

In this way, I became a member of the glorious People's Liberation Army.After a month of training for recruits that dragged a dog to death, our recruit company held a live ammunition drill (also the only live ammunition practice with two bullets per person) before the division. Due to insufficient preparation for the recoil of the 95-style rifle and There is no live ammunition shooting experience, and very few people can hit a target a hundred meters away.Watching the record of the recruits almost missed the target.The chief of staff of the regiment who came to visit shook his head repeatedly.Our company commander flushed with shame, and his head was so low that he couldn't get stuck in his crotch.

"Shen and spicy!" I was the last to appear. Under the supervision of the platoon leader, I pressed two bullets into the magazine and aimed at the bullseye.To be honest, I was also playing drums at this time.Although I have a third uncle who is a deputy battalion commander, their unit is a logistic unit, and they only have the opportunity to shoot live ammunition (five rounds per person) twice a year.My only shooting experience was when I went to my third uncle that year and caught up with their troops firing live ammunition.In order to make me happy, my third uncle asked me to shoot with his May 4th gun. It seemed to have hit it at the time, that is, the fourth or fifth ring.

I worked hard to adjust my breathing. My mind was full of the shooting points mentioned by the third uncle. The butt of the shoulder should be tight, the hands should be steady, staring at whether the front sight, the gap and the bullseye are three points and one line. "With a sound, I don't know how many rings I hit, I know that my shoulder hurts from the butt of the gun.

"Two rings!" The target reporter reported the number of rings.When I aimed for the second shot, the chief of staff stood up and said to our company commander: "Come here. I opened my eyes today. Your company has set a record for our regiment, one with two bullets per person. , The total is less than a hundred rings. Just like that, you still want to..."

"Pop!" I had fired a second shot before he finished speaking.After about half a minute, I didn't hear the targetman reporting the number of rings.The chief of staff snorted: "Miss the target again?" The company commander's face was a little uncontrollable.

"Reporter report the number of rings!"

"Ten Rings!" The target reporter finally stopped silent.

"Say it again! How much?" The chief of staff didn't believe his ears.

"Ten Rings!"

"Get the target here!"

The target reporter trot with the target and came to the chief of staff.It was confirmed that the target was a gun eye, and it was not the targetman who poke the nail.The chief of staff glanced at me, "Meng, right?" Before I opened his mouth.Our company commander spoke first, "Change a target! Give him two more bullets."

The company commander personally handed the bullet into my hand, "Just hit it like just now, and give our recruits a long face."

"Yes!!!" I promised grandiosely, and deliberately or unintentionally gave the chief of staff a blank glance.

Returning to the original position, I took a deep breath and found the feeling when I fired the second shot.Looking at the gun target fifty meters away, it is slowly getting bigger in my sight.

I suddenly felt this way before the second shot.I was just aiming at the target and looking desperately in the middle of the bullseye (actually I couldn't see anything).When I look at it, I feel that the target is a little different. It is slowly zooming in, the bigger and clearer, and the distance is getting closer, just like a grinding disc with circles painted in front of me.

"Papa!" I shot twice in a row.

"Twenty rings!" The targetman did not hesitate this time. He thought it was dazzling just now and he read the wrong number of rings.

"Give him two more bullets." This time the chief of staff was speaking.He walked directly behind me and began to observe the details of my shot."Flap!"

"Twenty rings!"

Seeing that I became addicted to playing ten rings, the chief of staff changed his attitude.First, he smiled and said to our company commander: "I can't see that you are hiding the dragon and the tiger." Then he walked to me, patted my shoulder and said, "You almost lied to you. The first shot is a test shot. Which sports school shooting team do you belong to? I can’t see that you are not very big, but you have great marksmanship."

"Report to the Chief of Staff. I haven't been in any shooting team. Today is the first time I have used a rifle." The Chief of Staff was too polite, and I couldn't bear it.

"Impossible! You shot ten rings the first time you shoot? Who do you think you are? Hou Yi?" The chief of staff was a little anxious, he thought I was not telling the truth.

I also feel that I am wronged, and it is not a bad thing. As for lying?In the end, our company commander asked someone to go to the company and found out my resume. There really was no experience in the shooting team.The chief of staff still didn't believe me, even the company commander thought that I was suspected of concealing my shooting expertise when I joined the army.