Blue and White Society

  Chapter 160 The man with a story

   "I won't say much about the deep diver effect. I am best at shooting. Whether it is firearms or crossbow throwing, I am good at it." Mo Poor said.

  Mike smiled. He prided himself on being proficient in firearms, so he naturally didn't think that Mo Poor was so good at shooting.

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

  Mo Poor said again: "The physical fitness is not bad. My cardiopulmonary capacity has been greatly improved by a containment object. My physical fitness is at the athlete level. I have never learned fighting, but fighting is no problem."

  Mike has a strange expression on his face. Anyone who says that he has never learned fighting but is good at fighting is talking about hooliganism, and it is often bragging.

  Based on his experience, basically people who say this have never seen the world, think they are good at fighting, and when they finally meet real fighters, they will be defeated in an instant.

  But Mo Poor would have never seen the world? Mike was not good at commenting, so he had to keep silent.

  Mo Poor continued: "My willpower is not bad either. I have taken the test, and the doctor from the Blue and White Society gave me a very high evaluation."

  Mike and Yang Zhou looked at each other in blank dismay. It's hard to say about will. The doctor has given a high evaluation, maybe it's just to be polite.

  The will required by the members is a truly iron-like will, and it is by no means a daily sentence of "Your will is firm", that is really the case.

  They didn't know, Mo Poor felt that he could tell it because the test he participated in was a will training program for official members.

  Under the training of the will that turned into a fetal mouse and was swallowed by a snake, the doctor said that his will is first-class, and he is definitely not being polite.

  Mo Poor is just seeking truth from facts. He has to practice everything when he comes here, and there is nothing to hide.

   "If I really want to say, I can't drive well, and I'm lacking in knowledge. Although I majored in mechanical engineering, my grades are average, and mathematics and science are at most high school level." Mo Poor finally said.

  Everyone silently wrote down, such an introduction, everyone knew it in their hearts.

   It can be said that each has its own strengths, but if it is considered comprehensively, Du Xiaoyu is the weakest. Apart from rich cultural knowledge, his shortcomings in other aspects are obvious.

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

  Mo Qiong is not easy to evaluate, and feels that he is only a little better than Du Xiaoyu.

  Because what Mo Poor said is good at, it doesn't sound very proficient, it seems to be the kind that only excels among ordinary people.

   "Then, in the future, everyone will help each other and make progress together."

   "There is still a test tomorrow, so let's rest early now." Yang Zhou finally said.

   Everyone dispersed separately. Although everyone had their own room, the room was nothing more than a bed and a cabinet.

  The treatment here is much worse than that of the restricted people, but Mo Poor doesn't care about it. He even thinks it's quite surprising that he still has a room and a bed to sleep in.

  Maybe the official special training has not started yet, and I guess there will be no such a good bed to sleep in, and no hot bath to take a bath in.

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

   Come to think of it, this apartment is not always available.

  …

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

  He went downstairs and found that many people got up earlier.

  Many people were exercising and chatting at the beach in the morning, waiting for the arrival of the instructor.

  When they saw Mo Poor, they greeted each other: "Hi, Mo Poor."

   "Mo Poor!"

  People call him from all directions and introduce themselves.

  Mo Poor also responded one by one, memorized the names of a lot of people, walked a hundred meters, and met more than 50 people.

  Everyone is wearing the same clothes, which are uniform gray trousers.

   This is available in the closet of every room, and it has various models, so you can always find the one that suits you best.

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

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

  Everyone's number is different, Moqiong is number 66.

  Everyone wears it, no one needs to talk about it, and the instructor deliberately didn’t mention it, so that everyone can get used to thinking for themselves from small things.

  Of course, some people didn't wear it, and that was Du Xiaoyu.

  It's not that he doesn't know, but he is naked, flopping on the beach alone, practicing swimming hard.

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

  Du Xiaoyu climbed up from the water with a bitter face, water dripping from his nose, obviously, he drank a lot...

   "Four o'clock..." he said.

  Mo Poor sighed with emotion that Du Xiaoyu got up early alone and practiced here for two hours in silence.

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

  I thought that Mo Poor was thrown into the water at the beginning, and he found the feeling after a while. He didn't need anyone to teach him, and he understood it by himself in a few hours.

   "There is still a test today, don't waste too much energy, come up, let's have breakfast." Mo Poor said.

Unexpectedly, Du Xiaoyu shook his head and said: "It's not early, I was the first to get up. I searched all the surrounding buildings, and there is no cafeteria. Around five o'clock, Jimmy came out to hang out. I went to ask him, and he smiled. , pointing to the forest over there...meaning we will solve it by ourselves."

  Mo Poor looked at the forest, and sure enough, there were many people wandering around the edge of the forest, looking for something to eat to make do with it.

  However, unless you go deep into the forest, just on the edge, you can't find anything to eat at all, only some coconuts and tree grapes can be eaten.

   "It's better to have something to eat than nothing to eat." Mo Poor said, if it wasn't for that special dinner last night, many people could just find food on the spot to satisfy their hunger, which is hard for everyone.

  Du Xiaoyu said: "Look what this is."

  He ran to his clothes on the beach and dug out some oysters.

   "Originally there were a lot of them, but you got up late, and a piece over there was eaten up. I picked it up earlier." Du Xiaoyu laughed.

   "Eat it, it's not enough to fit between your teeth." After saying that, Mo Poor 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 was late, Mo Poor made a plop and disappeared.

  Du Xiaoyu had no choice but to wait by the seaside. Many people heard the movement and looked over.

   "He wants to catch fish? It's difficult, the nearest fish school is at least 800 meters away."

   "How do you catch fish with bare hands?"

  Everyone watched for a while, and then couldn't sit still, because after a few minutes, Mo Poor just didn't appear on the sea...

  He doesn't even need to take a breath, which is unknown to everyone except Xiaoyu and others.

   A few minutes later, a wave broke out from the sea, and Mo Poor ran ashore slowly, hooking the fish with his hands on his sides, his legs and feet seemed to have not stopped the car as he moved.

   "Sucking... four big fish..." Everyone saw that Mo Poor held the gills of the fish with his fingers, and held two fish in each of his left and right hands.

   Immediately afterwards, their attention focused on Mo Poor's left chest.

   There, a huge scar that may have been whitened by blisters, is located in the heart.

  The scar was hideous, as if it had been 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 flesh was missing, and the big scar was slightly sunken, dripping with water.

   "Brother, build a fire!"

  Mo Poor carried the fish and came to a group of students who were grilling oysters.

   Those people stared blankly at Mo Poor, and hastily stepped aside and said, "You use it, you use it..."

   "I'm going to add some firewood." The fire was a little small, and some people consciously ran to pick up dry branches.

  Mo Poor was grilling fish there, and everyone around him started talking about it.

   This scar looks too scary. What has he experienced?

   Someone asked Du Xiaoyu, Mike and others, but even they didn't know.

   "I don't know, he didn't say anything last night..." Mike said dully.

   "Could it be the danger of a containment breach? This kind of injury is literally on the verge of death." The other said.

  Yang Zhou said: "He just said a little bit about the containment breach, and it doesn't feel like it's very dangerous."

"Are you stupid? A containment breach isn't dangerous? Do you know how many people will die? It's like working in the Blue and White Society for nothing. By the way, I asked, that sword was caused by the death of a friend of his during the containment breach. If you think about it, it turned a person into a sword, and it was heartbreaking. If he survived, he must have escaped death. If he doesn't say it, it doesn't mean there is no danger." The man was almost speechless to Yang Zhou.

  Yang Zhou and Mike looked at each other. They thought so too, but what Mo Poor said last night was so plain that they were a little disappointed.

  At this moment, it seems that it is not really plain, maybe it is just because of the confidentiality agreement, plus there are sad things, Mo Poor doesn't want to say more.

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

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  (end of this chapter)