Bo Shao, your wife is super sweet!

Chapter 339
Half an hour later, the computer test had the results.

Everyone entered the next round of testing, which was one-on-one firearms and fighting skills.

This time, Yang Lu did not let all the interviewers come one by one, but adopted a new 1V1 method.

"In order to ensure fairness, we use lottery to determine the opponent." After speaking, Yang Lu asked the subordinate behind him to raise his mobile phone.

"Before the interview, each of you was numbered. Of course, among you, someone got the number 1 through means, but this has no effect on the interview process and results, so we will not pursue it."

When he said this, he looked at the hem of the boy in black.

On it, there is a number plate with 1 written on it.

This number plate is not an ordinary number plate. Wearing the AI ​​contact lenses or glasses developed by MO, you can see the identity and resume of the interviewer through the number plate.

"Software extraction, automatic grouping." Looking away, Yang Lu finished speaking and pressed the phone.

After a while, everyone was divided into groups.

Unfortunately, the man who had been belittling the boy in black just now happened to find out that his opponent was No. 1.

"Oh, fateful duel, yes." The only woman present, the sexy woman glanced at it and smiled.

"Heh, with his short stature, he can weigh a few pounds. Don't think that he is also good at fighting just now." The man smiled and didn't care.

There are specialties in the art industry, and it is impossible for the opponent to be good at them all.

Even if the opponent is very powerful in fighting, it is not as good as the hacking skills he showed just now!
"Why, you are very confident on the 3rd?" The woman asked back.

"Heh, when my brother was serving in country N, you didn't know which man you slept with."

The woman sneered and said nothing.

She looked at her opponent, a man who looked as strong as a bear, but looked silly and silly.

This man... shouldn't be very strong.

However, after half an hour...

"...a punch?" Someone was surprised.

"Not at all, even though the opponent is a woman, isn't this strength too great!"

"What is his background?"

Focusing his eyes, Yang Lu carefully sized up the man No. 7 in the fighting area, who was a hulking man with a naive face.

Cheng Xiangyang, 27, a former retired officer of the Army Special Forces.

Other than that, there is no special resume.

This man is not easy.

Taking a deep breath, he said, "Next group."

However, Cheng Xiangyang was not simple, and the kid in the next group was even more so.

After he finished speaking, the black-clothed boy standing on the sidelines walked towards the fighting area, and at the same time was his opponent, interviewer No. 3.

As the word "beginning" fell, the two of them simultaneously grabbed the dismantled gun parts on the table.

In the next second, No. 3 unexpectedly swept and kicked the boy in black.

Fighting and gun skills are not just about assembly or fighting.

Because although there are dismantled parts on the desktops of both of them, these parts can only be combined into one gun.

Facing No. 3's attack, the boy in black didn't change his face. With a slight movement of his body, he dodged the attack, and he didn't even stop the movement of assembling the gun in his hand.

His speed was very fast, his slender fingers moved quickly, and his eyes were not on the gun at all, but on the parts of the table in front of No. 3 on the other side.

(End of this chapter)