During the blood test, Shu Xingbei always felt that Lao Cao was a little nervous. When Lao Cao read the report, Shu Xingbei found that his nervousness had completely disappeared, and there was even a kind of uncontrollable joy. Although Lao Cao wanted to hide it
, but now Shu Xingbei's perception is extremely strong, even Lao Cao, who is as smart as a fox, can't hide it from him.
Shu Xingbei took advantage of Lao Cao's good mood and raised his own question.
"What is the relationship between an organization and a company?"
Lao Cao pondered for a moment, "Originally, I wanted to wait until you came out of the training camp before telling you. Since you asked, I will tell you. The organization has no relationship with the company, and is neither affiliated nor hostile.
Strictly speaking, organizations develop with the help of companies."
The two of them walked one behind the other, and after a while, they came to a building boat again.
As usual, there were two guards here, guarding the deck with serious expressions. When they saw Lao Cao bringing Shu Xingbei over, they only looked at them for a moment and then moved away.
"Go in," Lao Cao said, turned around and left, taking Shu Xingbei's blood sample report with him.
After entering the training camp, Shu Xingbei discovered that the person registered was actually a left-behind person in the mission hall. He remembered that his name seemed to be Qin Cheng.
"Shu Xingbei, right? Before you came, I received a message from Mr. Cao and had already registered you. Come on, let's go to the camp," Qin Cheng said.
"The camp is not here?" Shu Xingbei asked doubtfully.
"Strength training is here, I'll lead you there," Qin Cheng didn't say much and walked in front. Shu Xingbei followed behind.
Pushing open a cabin door, you will see a large training ground.
There are dozens of large sandbags hanging inside, of different sizes. In addition to sandbags, there are also various fitness equipment placed on the ground.
"On the first day of training, how many pounds do you plan to carry?" Qin Cheng pointed at the sandbag and asked.
He had seen Shu Xingbei's punches and roughly estimated Shu Xingbei's strength. While Shu Xingbei was still pondering, Qin Cheng pointed at one of the smaller sandbags and said, "That's the one? Two hundred pounds."
Watch out for rebounds.”
Shu Xingbei nodded and was about to go over when Qin Cheng handed over a pair of boxing gloves.
"Put it on."
Qin Cheng pulled down the two hundred kilograms of sandbags.
Shu Xingbei put on his gloves, walked over, and punched the sandbag hard.
The sandbag was stirred up and then swing back heavily.
Shu Xingbei was caught off guard and couldn't avoid it, so he had to block it with his fists. With a bang, he felt the blood all over his body surge up, and a stream of heat rushed to his throat, and he swallowed it alive.
"Change to something lighter?" Qin Cheng asked.
Shu Xingbei shook his head. He punched again, and the sandbag was raised again, and then swung back quickly.
Shu Xingbei thought that his reaction ability was not slow, but he did not expect that the sandbag's speed was far beyond his imagination.
This time he still couldn't get rid of the reverberating force of the sandbag, so he bit the bullet and used his fist gloves to block it.
With a bang, Shu Xingbei understood that it was not the sandbags that were making the sound, but the blood in his body that was flowing rapidly.
"Change it to one hundred pounds," Qin Cheng shouted.
He saw Shu Xingbei's face turn red and shouted quickly. If he punched again, the rebound force would seriously injure Shu Xingbei.
"Brother Qin, how many kilograms do you usually train?" Shu Xingbei swallowed the blood in his throat and calmed down for a while.
"Three hundred pounds," Qin Cheng replied.
"Brother Qin, can you punch me and set an example for me?" Shu Xingbei knew that now was not the time for him to act like a hero.
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According to regulations, when newcomers enter the training camp, the old members of the organization must demonstrate. The reason why Qin Cheng did not do it is because he had seen Shu Xingbei punch and knew Shu Xingbei's approximate strength.
Now Shu Xingbei took the initiative to ask, and Qin Cheng pulled down the three hundred kilograms of sandbags.
Following that, Qin Cheng also put on the gloves.
Gather your strength, punch, hit hard.
The three links were completed in one go, and Qin Cheng's fist hit the sandbag heavily.
The sandbag received a heavy blow, but it did not bounce back and remained there motionless.
Shu Xingbei looked at the indentation of a fist on the sandbag and frowned.
Qin Cheng couldn't help but smile when he saw Shu Xingbei's surprised look.
Huang Yinggao fell into the hands of Shu Xingbei, and Qin Cheng was not too happy. Although he thought Huang Yinggao was excessive, as a newcomer, didn't Shu Xingbei have anything worth criticizing?
At least when I entered the organization, I didn't dare to be as wanton as Shu Xingbei.
Not to mention him, the same goes for everyone else. When everyone first joins the organization, they are all cautious.
There was another situation that Qin Cheng didn't tell Shu Xingbei. That was that the sandbags were not filled with ordinary sand, but with refined sea-li sand. The sand grains were extremely elastic, and he would hit it with a reckless punch. If he couldn't avoid it,
It is possible to be hit in the vital part by a sandbag and suffer serious injuries and vomit blood.
The rebound force of a two hundred kilogram sandbag is not as simple as two hundred kilograms. The heavier the punch, the greater the rebound force.
Even a second-level warrior who can punch two thousand kilograms with one punch will suffer a big loss if he practices this kind of punching bag for the first time.
These situations must be explored by the newcomers themselves. According to regulations, Qin Cheng cannot say anything.
"You continue to practice. When you can hit the sandbag with full force without rebounding like me, you will pass," Qin Cheng said, turning around and leaving.
In Qin Cheng's view, Shu Xingbei wouldn't have found the pattern without ten days and a half.
From now on, it should be left to Shu Xingbei to explore.
"I also want to weigh three hundred pounds?" Shu Xingbei was stunned for a moment.
If he also wants to weigh three hundred pounds, doesn't it mean that Qin Cheng has not made any progress since he joined the organization?
Qin Cheng's face darkened, "No. It's the two hundred kilograms you just chose. You'd better start practicing from one hundred kilograms, or 80 kilograms. If you succeed, there will naturally be a program to notify you of passing the test. Remember, strength cannot
Even if you are weak, you will not be able to pass the test."
Qin Cheng finished explaining how to pass and walked towards the cabin door.
Shu Xingbei nodded, he understood.
When Qin Cheng punched just now, he had noticed the way Qin Cheng used his force.
When hitting a sandbag, the force of the punch should be concentrated and not dispersed. Once dispersed, the force-bearing area of the sandbag increases and the faster it rebounds.
To put it simply, the force range of the punch must be narrowed, and the force must not be small.
Shu Xingbei frowned and thought. He was thinking about the last three postures of the through-arm straight fist. Why the punching style failed to hit the acupuncture points was not possible. Could it be related to the dispersion of punching power?
Thinking of this, his eyes lit up.
If he passes the sandbag test, maybe he can also practice the three moves of boxing style and acupuncture.
Shu Xingbei closed his eyes, and the way Qin Cheng used his power to punch was completely presented in his mind.
Luck, make a fist, pull your elbow back, and punch out.
The power poured out, and the fist wind was imprinted on the sandbag.
At this time, Shu Xingbei was still three steps away from the two hundred kilogram sandbag.
Shu Xingbei waited in fear
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The sandbag rebounded. As a result, he heard a machine voice, "Sandbag pass, passed."
Qin Cheng, who had just reached the cabin door, almost fell down when he heard the sound.
He wanted to confirm, thinking that he couldn't have heard it wrong.
If Shu Xingbei has not cleared the level, it is impossible for the machine to make a sound.
Qin Cheng's heart beat wildly. Shu Xingbei has such extraordinary talent, he should make more friends with Shu Xingbei.
We must know that when members of an organization go out to perform tasks, they do not rely on the strength of one person, but on the help of everyone. With a strong team, life protection is greater.
Qin Cheng thought, turned around, and realized that he was not leaving. He wanted to go back to guide Shu Xingbei.
At this time, in another place, there were also several pairs of eyes staring at the scene of the training camp.
Bian Wusheng, the head of the force department, looked at Cao Zhengxiong provocatively, "Old Cao, what's the point of asking Shu Xingbei to go there as a reader? If you leave it to me, within a week, I guarantee that he can
Pass the sandbag barrier."
Lao Cao was noncommittal.
"Don't keep silent. There's no point in pretending to be deaf and dumb. The cruel reality will tell you that your choice is wrong," Bian Wusheng put his hands in the sleeves of his cotton-padded jacket, stimulating Lao Cao in both negative and positive ways.
Zhou Chuanting was also watching the scene in the training camp. Under normal circumstances, a first-level warrior who can exert the force of a thousand pounds would have to pass the Haili Jingsha Pass, and the fastest time would be three days.
"Forget it. I don't want to read it either," Bian Wusheng stood up and sighed, "Come back in five days."
Although Bian Wusheng quarreled with Cao Zhengxiong, he was still very optimistic about Shu Xingbei. If he said he would check back in five days, he already meant that Shu Xingbei could pass the test in five days.
However, the moment Bian Wusheng turned around, he saw the corners of Zhou Chuanting's mouth twitching and his eyes widening, "How is that possible?"
"What's going on?" Bian Wusheng turned around in shock. He saw the old woman from the Soul Department also standing up, with an incredible look on her face.
Only Lao Cao walked out with his hands behind his back, humming a tune.
"Shu Xingbei passed the test. He passed the test three times," Zhou Chuanting couldn't bear to tell Bian Wusheng the result.
"Three times? You mean, the moment I turned around, he passed?" Bian Wusheng was stunned.
Without waiting for Zhou Chuanting to reply, Bian Wusheng followed Lao Cao and chased him out, "I said Brother Cao, brother, if you give me the man, I still have a pack of cigarettes."
Old Cao Li ignored him and continued walking out.
"Two packs of cigarettes and half a pound of wine will keep you strong," Bian Wusheng gritted his teeth.
"Shu Xingbei is my favorite, and it is impossible to give it to you," Lao Cao still refused.
"Well, brother, what do you want? Just ask and I can write you an IOU," Bian Wusheng really couldn't bear to be secretive.
"Well, it's impossible to give this person to you. If I don't have a job there and you ask him to come over, I won't be able to object, right?" Cao Zhengxiong said slowly.
When Bian Wusheng heard this, his eyebrows suddenly lit up, "I knew Brother Cao was interesting. Okay, I'll go over and arrange things for Shu Xingbei."
"What are the arrangements? What does he need you to arrange now? It's better to go back and get two packs of cigarettes and half a catty of wine," Lao Cao replied calmly.
Bian Wusheng felt a pain in his body, "Okay, I'll go back right now."
"By the way, I also need to write an IOU. You owe me half a catty of wine and two packs of cigarettes," Lao Cao called after him.
Bian Wusheng almost fell over. Old dog Cao was so cruel.