The person loading and unloading the gun slowly straightened up, held his head high, and snorted coldly.
Even though he was wearing a mask, his expression could not be seen, but he obviously said with contempt: "Come on."
"You're in trouble."
The registrar was quite reasonable: "He's the fastest here, so your time doesn't count.
All you have to do is take it apart and put it back together."
"Wait a minute."
Rudolph stepped forward and weighed the gun, looking up and down at every detail on the gun.
Cheng Qianxun had been counting carefully in her mind just now.
There were a total of twenty-four large and small parts, but with her ability, she could only put them together.
It was impossible to complete it in such a short time.
Someone next to me laughed and said, "You probably don't know how to dismantle the first step.
Do you want help?"
After Rudolph saw it clearly, he placed the gun on the table as it was and said to the registrar: "Please time it."
The registrar was obviously taken aback: "You asked for it, just waiting to go to the sulfur mine."
"Exactly."
Regel scoffed coldly: "What's the difference between a sulfur mine and a coal mine?
If you want to go, just go together.
What are you afraid of?
You will always be the strongest between us."
Even if it's just a talk, with Regel's persona, it's no longer a problem.
But to put it this way, the momentum is very good.
The tall man had no expression on his face, and Rudolf was equally calm.
He stood in front of the table and asked calmly: "Is it okay?"
"Okay."
The registrar raised his wrist again and looked at his watch: "Get ready, start."
As soon as he finished speaking, Rudolph grabbed the gun.
Holding the gun in one hand and holding the barrel with the other, he pulled it forward hard, and the gun split into two sections with a "click".
Then he disassembled the gun step by step according to what he had just seen. . .
The speed is too fast.
And his expression was not nervous at all, as if he had been separated countless times.
Even the uniformed officers who were watching the meal distribution came over with guns in hand.
The person next to him pointed at his protective mask and looked at it in surprise.
"Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four..."
Gordon counted directly from the side.
Okay, everything was taken apart.
Rudolph slapped his hands on the table and put it back together quickly, even faster than before.
When he slapped his hands on the table again.
In the center of his hands was a loaded gun.
"Three minutes and seven seconds" the registrar pressed the button.
He also opened the mask and took a closer look.
Afraid of seeing it wrong, he then raised his head with his mouth slightly open: "It's three minutes and seven seconds."
"This is impossible."
The person who just loaded and unloaded took the gun, looked up and down, and pulled the string.
It should be possible to shoot.
He immediately shouted: "Have you done this before?"
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Rudolf didn't even look at him.
He looked at the people at the bottom in the distance and said leisurely: "This is strength."
"Is that okay?"
Gordon is also a firearms enthusiast.
He took the gun from the opponent and looked at it carefully: "It's similar to an AK47, but without a magazine and two more parts..."
After that, he took it apart very quickly.
"There are diodes inside.
Could it be that the bullet is a laser?"
Everyone watched blankly as Gordon took it apart and put it back on again.
Gordon imitated the man who had just loaded and unloaded, and pulled the string.
The gun pointed in the air: "Is this how you can shoot?"
Everyone else began to get nervous.
In just a moment, the tall man stretched out his hand, took the gun from Gordon's hand, handed it to the owner of the gun, and then said in an appreciative tone: "You're right, that's right.
Whoever has strength in the country will be reused.”
Whether you can take the lead often depends on your reaction at that moment.
I originally thought that the rookie didn't understand anything at all, but he was obviously not an ordinary guy.
When he was holding a gun that could be fired, almost everyone panicked at first, but this guy was so calm.
He turned to Cheng Qianxun again: "Woman, what do you know?"
"I don't know anything.
I only know how to cook, and I'm not afraid of getting tired when I work."
Cheng Qianxun can only make up.
He has to leave here.
He has nothing, so he has to work more.
"She is my fiancée."
Sneijder stretched out his hand and put his arm around her shoulders.
His expression was clear: I can support her.
The tall man looked at Sneijder: "What is your specialty?"
Sneijder replied: "Fight."
Everyone around them laughed, and the registrar said with a smile: "If you go up there, you won't be fighting ruffians, but regular soldiers."
"Oh."
Sneijder responded lightly.
The registrar walked up to the tall man and said softly: "This man has a good appearance and a passing grade.
That woman..."
The tall man glanced sideways at the registrar, and his deep gaze made him understand something.
The registrar immediately lowered his head and said humbly: "Everything is up to you."
The tall man pressed the button next to the helmet with his finger, and put down the mask: "Let them eat first, and then follow my car after eating."
After that, he turned around and left.
The food service was finally able to continue, and the uniformed personnel were in their places again, shouting "line up."
The registrar's attitude was much gentler: "You are really good.
You are lucky.
You can get the food directly from the front...
You, take them there."
He pointed.
"Come on."
The uniform put down his mask and walked forward with a gun on his back, so Cheng Qianxun and the other five followed him.
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The people in line looked enviously, and the kid shouted: "I know them..."
But he was immediately pushed back: "Queue" Cheng Qianxun looked back and continued walking forward.
This kid actually just wants to get a meal without queuing up.
His eyes only stay here.
Even if he is given a chance, it will be difficult to survive on it.
If you leave him here, you can at least still be alive.
If you take him away, it will accelerate his death.
This is the reality.
The so-called relief meal is just a piece of bread and a vegetable.
Men can use a larger amount, while women and children can use a smaller amount.
Everything has been divided and sealed in similar plastic bags, which should be packed by machine.
The person who gave the meal looked at Reger: "" Then Gordon and Sneijder received the number two, Rudolph received the number three, and Cheng Qianxun only received the number four.
No. 4 is not the smallest, there are five or six kinds after that, and No. 6 is the smallest one for children like Xiao Gui.
"It's not enough to eat, please have more."
Sometimes someone begs for more food, but the answer is: the food is distributed according to height, gender, and age regulations.
If you feel it is not enough, just go to work.
People who work need to eat and take care of themselves.
But these people would rather go hungry than go to work.
The registration place was still crowded at the door.
Thousands of people were queuing up, but no one was willing to register.
After getting the food, I took them to the side.
"You guys can eat here, eat quickly, maybe you will leave soon."
This man was kind, and with some appreciation, he especially said to Rudolph: "You little dwarf really has a lot of tricks up his sleeve, that guy's record It was actually broken by you."
Rudolf hated being called short and short.
If he hadn't killed anyone before, he would have at least made this guy's mouth full of mud.
But at this time, he calmed down, his insidious gaze made the other party feel bored, and he walked away angrily.
There are no tables or chairs here.
I saw a few steps next to them, but they were wet, so I could only stand.
They can't do what other people do, either take the food and leave, or sit next to it and eat it.
Gordon looked at the plastic bag that sealed the food in his hand: "It seems to be biodegradable."
"How can you eat without even a spoon?"
Reger turned to look at the people who were eating about ten meters away.
They were eating directly with their hands.
"Learn to eat with your hands for once."
Cheng Qianxun sighed helplessly.
There was a tear slot on the side of the bag, so she tore it open.
When you open the bag, you will find that the bread weighs between two and a half kilograms, with different amounts arranged according to different heights.
This dish is in the shape of small pieces and puree.
Everyone’s brows almost furrowed when they lowered their heads and took a bite of the puree.
It's potatoes, carrots, or other vegetables chopped and cooked.
It's only slightly salty and doesn't have any umami flavor.
The teammates looked at each other.
Regel took a lot of effort to swallow what was in his mouth.
He gasped and comforted: "It should be vacuum-packed.
It is natural and has no preservatives.
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At least it is very healthy."
He said so.
Saying this, I would rather eat roasted mouse or lizard meat.
"Eat quickly."
Gordon gave reasonable advice.
We were all hungry.
If we ate quickly, we wouldn’t be able to taste the food, so we all ate hard.
They all came here in strong winds and waves, and some of them ate well, and finally stuffed them all into their mouths.
He was chewing hard and swallowing what was in his mouth.
Then I heard Gordon say: "The taste of this vegetable puree is not as good as the long beetle larvae."
The fat, round, milky white larvae. . .
Regel almost vomited it out.
He turned over it and finally swallowed it in disgust.
Seeing Sneijder still eating, he gasped: "The insect must be tender and juicy when you bite it, and the skin is slightly crispy.
It must be better than this one." eat."
The mashed potatoes were sticky, and some vegetables were slightly crispy.
Sneijder and Cheng Qianxun covered their mouths, tried not to think about it, and finally swallowed everything in their mouths.
But she was disgusted.
Fortunately, she had developed the ability to swallow even the rotten corpses next to her, otherwise she would have vomited it out.
She gnawed the remaining dry bread with resentment and cursed softly: "You two guys, if I spit it out, I will beat you up."
Although it's a bit disgusting, everyone is secretly amused, but that's it, and that's where the fun comes from.
Whoever actually vomits loses.
After finishing eating, I looked at the people who were still queuing up to receive their meals.
It was a long and dark line, and the line turned around when I reached the next street.
I don’t know how many people were behind me.
I can’t figure out why I would rather eat such unpalatable food than work.
At least I still have hope of getting out of this dirty and smelly lower-class area.
This is just my habit.
I am afraid of change and sacrifice.
I always envy the people above me, but I don’t.
Courage to change your destiny.
They only let out a few complaints and curses when the aircraft rushed down and teased them maliciously.
"Have you finished eating?"
A man came over: "The general asked you to get in the car and leave."
General. . .
The five people stared at each other, raised their eyebrows at most, and followed the man to a side passage without saying anything
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