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Chapter 37 I just don't like it

At 8:25, the door was pushed open again.

Wen Rensheng turned around and saw a man and a woman coming in from the door.

Judging by their faces, they are both around forty years old, and the woman looks slightly older. They both have good looks, which makes people fall in love with them at first sight.

The man was carrying a thick and long suitcase in his hand, and the woman followed behind. After entering, the two of them nodded to Wen Rensheng.

"Mr. Wen Ren, right? I am Liao Zheng, and this is Ms. Cheng Ning. We will be responsible for your selection test today. Let's take the martial arts test first. Please just follow our instructions. There is no need for anything extra.

Worried." The man said.

"Mr. Liao, Ms. Cheng, you two have done the hard work." Wen Rensheng stood up and nodded.

Another woman named Cheng Ning remained silent and just stepped forward to take the suitcase, put it on the table and opened it.

In the box, there are various instruments neatly arranged, which look like ordinary examination instruments - blood pressure monitor, hand grip tester, scale...

But behind the similarities, there are differences. The instruments are all plated with strange patterns, red and green intertwined, revealing an alternative beauty.

The two then checked Wen Rensheng's admission ticket and began the process.

"Sir, please sit down and extend your right arm." Liao Zheng sat opposite and began to give instructions.

Hear people and act accordingly.

Liao Zhengze carefully took out the blood pressure monitor from the box and began to operate it.

That sphygmomanometer was not a popular electronic sphygmomanometer. Instead, it was almost the same as an old-fashioned sphygmomanometer. It had a stethoscope, a balloon, a cuff, and a mercury-column monitor... all available.

If you don't look at the various strange patterns on the parts, it is indeed difficult to distinguish them.

Liao Zheng's operation process was the same as measuring blood pressure in the old days. After letting Wen Rensheng expose his upper arm, he wrapped the cuff above his elbow socket and adjusted the tightness.

Then he put on the stethoscope, held the balloon, and began to inflate the cuff.

At this time, Wen Rensheng noticed some differences.

I saw Liao Zheng staring at the mercury column, but a stream of light blue aura appeared in his hand and poured into the ball bag.

Not long after, Wen Rensheng felt a warm feeling begin to come from the cuff holding his upper arm, and the blood flowed throughout his body.

He was not confused by the warmth, but secretly became more vigilant.

Cheng Ning was holding her cell phone at the side and staring at the mercury.

When she saw the mercury column rising sharply, all the way over the Chinese character scale for "expert level" and just shy of reaching the "master level" scale, her expression suddenly changed.

She immediately started recording data on her phone.

Liao Zhengze pressed the air bag repeatedly until the mercury stopped rising, and then released it.

He exhaled, then untied Wen Rensheng's cuffs, and exclaimed: "Amazing, such data can only be obtained by a mutant who has trained hard for more than ten years and is extremely talented in combat. It is indeed shocking."

It is our great honor to be the youngest expert at the moment to test you.”

"Mr. Liao, you're welcome." Wen Rensheng smiled.

Cheng Ning, who had been silent for a while, looked at him seriously for a while, and finally said: "It's just such a pity. If only a few hundred years ago, no, even seventy or eighty years ago, you would have been the most valued person for training.

I can dominate for a while, but now..."

She shook her head with a look of regret, as if she was lamenting that the hero was born at the wrong time.

Liao Zheng also nodded slightly. After packing up the blood pressure monitor, he took out the gripper-style instrument from the box again.

Cheng Ning stopped talking and continued recording data.

Wen Rensheng just smiled and didn't say anything. He didn't feel any regrets because he was confident that he had a greater future.

The handgrip test is even simpler. Liao Zheng asked Wen Rensheng to hold it and then input the alien power until he said "stop".

Wen Rensheng did as he was told and injected dark purple breath into the air bag. He already understood the significance of these two tests.

The former tests the most basic physical fitness, cell vitality, body strength... This is a physiological test; the latter tests the strength of his alien power.

The combination of the two can form the basic data and upper limit of combat effectiveness. However, the real combat effectiveness is no longer tested, such as combat awareness and combat skills. These can only be evaluated through actual combat.

The test was completed quickly. After Liao Zheng shouted to stop, he was even more amazed when he saw the data displayed on the handgrip.

Having a super strong physique may also be classified as a "natural talent" bonus.

After all, there have been many people in history who were born with supernatural powers. Their physical fitness was so strong that they could lift a thousand-jin cauldron. Their physiques were several times that of ordinary people. If the alien species was activated again, it would also be possible to reach world-shattering levels.

But the alien species activated by the other party is clearly recorded in the file. It is the first time it is activated, and the other party is also the first generation host.

This alien power data clearly shows that the strength of the opponent's alien power is above expert level and close to master level.

Seeing this data, Liao Zheng also showed a look of pity, and then couldn't help but said: "Mr. Wenren, your current foundation is very good, and you must not waste it. With all due respect, the most popular person in the combat field at the moment is

The direction is the research and development of all kinds of mysterious weapons, covering everything, including attack, defense and maneuverability. You should develop in this direction."

Cheng Ning nodded: "Xiao Liao is right. With your current basic conditions, as long as you join in, you will be able to excel and have a lot to do. A strong body can maintain long-term 007 mode work, and it is stronger than others;

And the extremely high strength of the supernatural power is enough to ensure the manufacturing needs of various mysterious weapons."

Wen Rensheng felt a little headache after hearing this. This woman, who got off work at two o'clock and felt disadvantaged even if she had an excuse not to ask for leave, was talking about the inhumane work model of 007. It was really hard to believe.

He didn't believe that the other party hadn't seen his file information. He must have his own habits and hobbies in it.

Of course he wouldn't get angry because of this, after all, both of them had genuine good intentions, not sarcasm, nor any malice.

But in this world, sometimes it is this kind of "good intention" that is most difficult to deal with, such as your parents who are urging you to get married...

He thought for a moment and asked, "Do you two know what my favorite sport is?"

"What is that?" The two looked at each other, wondering why he asked this question.

According to the archives, isn’t sleeping what this genius loved most?

At first, some people agreed that he was studying with his eyes closed, which was a good way of learning. But as time went by, no one said that anymore - because the other person often started snoring with his eyes closed...

"What I like most is free fighting, indiscriminate fighting, and fitness." Wen Rensheng said, while proving to the two that just now he was wearing thin clothes just to test his body, and it was summer.

Biceps, pectoralis major, inverted triangle back muscles...and of course the most important 8-pack perfect abs.

Although strong, it is not as scary as those fitness fanatics, but reveals a harmonious streamlined beauty, like marble sculptures.

Liao Zheng, who had always been a greasy man, looked at it with secret envy, but he still shook his head and said: "These are just things for ordinary people. For our alien world, the future trend is to give full play to the hybrid advantages of mystery and technology.

"Using the foundation of modern science to develop powerful mysterious weapons, and at the same time modulate the corresponding operators... Personal martial arts training has long been behind the times. It is acceptable for fitness and longevity, but it is impossible to achieve much, let alone improve the mystery.

status in the field.”

Cheng Ning nodded and persuaded: "Yes, the most important thing for us humans is wisdom and brain. Top scientists among ordinary people are also sought after by all countries. Once a mysterious crisis occurs, they and we belong to the first echelon of protection targets.

But it is impossible for any ordinary fitness coach or boxing champion to receive corresponding treatment, although they may make more money, and the top players can earn hundreds of millions in a game."

When Wen Rensheng heard this, he smiled faintly:

"Thank you both, you are both very good people. What I just said is also very good, but I just don't like it."

Liao Zheng and Cheng Ning looked at each other and shook their heads slightly, looking incomprehensible.

Unexpectedly, this genius who could become an expert at such a young age actually had common problems that were difficult to overcome like many of the young mutants he had seen.

They grew up in a society of ordinary people, and were beguiled by all kinds of movies and TV shows about monsters shot by ordinary people. Ordinary people could only rely on fantasy, but they had the opportunity to realize it themselves.

So driven by showing off and feeling superior, he embarked on the path of practicing personal martial arts.

It cannot be said that this choice is wrong, but the timing is wrong and it lags behind the trend of the times.

The so-called peerless force they have cultivated in the eyes of ordinary people is actually not as good as a team of the most ordinary black-shirted men. In actual combat, they are often crushed. They may be able to defeat three or five times, but

That makes no sense.

Because the training cycle for people in black shirts is only three to five years, and the sources are even more extensive.

The two seemed to see that decades later, Wen Rensheng discovered his mistake and was forced to change his career and come back. But by then, he had become a mediocre person. He might still have many achievements, but he would never do it again, never.

It’s so amazing again today.

Wen Rensheng looked at the changes in the expressions of the two people. He was about to say something when he was suddenly startled:

"Your behavior greatly goes against the mainstream choices and induces an unfathomable mysterious state. The current mystery level is full, the upper limit of the mystery level is increased by 1, and the current upper limit is raised to 107."


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