"He's dangerous, don't mess with him."

Looking at the departure of Gin, Belmode gently pressed against Chen Xing's arm, "Of course, if he targets you, just tell me."

"Okay." Chen Xing nodded and subconsciously moved to the side.

Belmode glanced at him and put his arms around him, "Why, are you so afraid of me?"

"Not..." Chen Xing's eyelashes flashed, and he felt a little embarrassed in his beautiful eyes.

He seemed to have perfectly inherited his mother's acting skills, and the shyness of a big boy came naturally.

Belmode looked at him quietly for a while, suddenly showing off his face, just stretching out his hand to rub his hair.

"Murderous aura?" Chen Xing had half-squinted his eyes, but the light suddenly rushed to his side, and a figure approached.

The black combat trousers and the same colored jacket, the slightly lowered baseball cap brim, and the cold and hard face like a stone. The eyes under the sunglasses fell on Tu Fangchenxing from the beginning, not because of curiosity about him, but because of the close movements shown by Belmode.

"Calvados." Belmode called out.

"You are here." Calvados looked at Belmode with a deep obsession.

Chen Xing tilted his head slightly.

"Calvados' guns are of high quality, and I want you to learn from him," said Belmode.

In fact, the most powerful killer in the organization is of course Gin, who combines shooting, fighting, reconnaissance, reasoning, and driving. Calvados is completely incomparable to him, and at most he can play with more guns.

But obviously, with Gin's personality, I will definitely not teach a novice. It is better to make money or clean up mice in the organization if you have this time.

Chen Xing heard this and did not refuse, "That's going to be troublesome."

He was self-conceived and proficient in swordsmanship, but he never got into the sword energy and sword intent he used on his teacher. Perhaps it was necessary to have opportunities and insight as Master Zhizhen said.

Although he didn't have deep feelings for the Tufang family, he also heard the dense gunfire that night. The era of swords and swords was in danger finally declined. Now is the era of hot weapons.

Tu Fangchen is not a pedantic person. After following Master Zhizhen’s years of practicing, he has heard the other party talk about a lot of "big truths". He can know a lot of things outside through a small mobile phone. He is full of curiosity about everything and never lacks awe.

So he certainly wouldn't refuse if he had the opportunity to learn guns.

Belmode smiled and looked at Calvados, "You must teach well."

"I will." Calvados suppressed the jealousy and unhappiness in his heart.

...

Door.

"Then I'll leave first, and I'll see you if I have time." Belmode said.

"Okay." Chen Xing nodded.

Belmode glanced at him, suddenly reached out and pinched his face, "Don't be so bored, smile more."

Chen Xing's little face collapsed.

Bellmode's eyes were shimmering and his smile became happier.

After seeing off Belmode, Chen Xing followed Calvados back to the ‘factory building’.

Underground, the lights were bright, the sound of shooting targets, the shouts of practicing, and the muffled sound of hitting sandbags filled my ears.

Calvados seemed to be a silent person, but Chen Xing could see that the other party was disliked and even hostile.

Chen Xing knew the reason, but just followed him silently.

In the corner of the ring, Calvados climbed up, without saying a word, but looked down at Chen Xing, and his eyes under the brim of his hat were very provocative.

Chen Xing also looked at him quietly.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Calvados was a little annoyed: Could it be that he was wearing sunglasses, so this kid couldn't see what he meant? What was standing there and looking at, waiting for lunch?

But then I thought about it and heard that this guy used to live in a temple, so he probably had a little slow mind.

So, he said coldly: "Try your physical coordination before teaching you to shoot."

Chen Xing got on the ring.

"Your kendo level should be very high, right?" Calvados glanced at the wooden knife hanging on his back.

"It's okay." Chen Xing nodded.

"Then don't use a knife." Calvados said naturally.

He had no intention of underestimating it. Of course, he had heard of the name of the Tufang family. No matter whether it is a real knife or a wooden knife, it is completely different whether he has a knife in his hand.

He is good at shooting at various guns and medium and short distances. Although he is not bad in fighting, his purpose at this time is to deal with this kid rather than to teach a simple lesson. So he does not allow any imperfection, such as spending some effort or suffering minor injuries.

"..." Chen Xingxu looked at him, "I practice kendo, do you let me practice weapons?"

Calvados silently for a moment, "I'll try your physical coordination. Firearms and kendo are not the same thing."

Chen Xun didn't say anything.

"You were sent in by Belmode himself, and you don't want to embarrass her, right?" Calvados said deliberately.

When talking about Belmode, his tone was obviously gentle, which was too different from his gloomy and rough temperament, which made Chen Xing feel urge to roll his eyes.

"Okay." Chen Xing answered.

Calvados began to warm up and move his hands and feet.

Chen Xing also stretched his body briefly.

After a few breaths, Calvados said nothing nonsense and rushed forward with a straight punch.

Chen Xing's eyes were slightly raised, and the peaceful peach blossom eyes suddenly sharpened, completely breaking the opponent's body movements. While dodging sideways, he slashed his palm like a knife, slashing his ribs directly under him.

It was obviously a fleshy palm, but when it passed by, there was a sharp sound of wind. Calvados was startled and the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose were a little unstable.

Immediately, my left arm was raised, both to block and to hit Chen Xing's wrist with gravity. The lost right fist suddenly turned into a palm and slapped directly at his temple.

But although Calvados responded quickly, his body's movements could not keep up. Chen Xing's sword was stepping forward, and the palm knife that was slashing horizontally cut under his ribs.

Dong! There was a dull sound.

"Hiss!" Calvados's face turned pale, and the strength in his right half of his body immediately dissipated, and the severe pain suddenly spread throughout his body.

He quickly pulled back, unable to help but cover his ribs, his shoulders trembled, and his eyes were a little confused. He knew that his ribs were cracked without looking at it.

"You should get familiar with the venue yourself first." Calvados gritted his teeth and left with some discomfort.

Chen Xing frowned, then looked down at his hand... It hurts but it doesn't hurt, but he feels that he has stopped his strength. When he takes action, he feels like he is not bad and it is hard to describe.

The teacher is worthy of being a teacher. The “eating, drinking, and sleeping well” he taught seems simple, but it is perfectly integrated into the little things of life and contains great principles. Just like the moment just now, it is the result of his practice for more than ten years!

...

Calvados went to see a doctor.

Chen Xing wandered around this underground training ground.

Although the fight between the two of them was short, many people still saw it, so even if Chen Xing stared at them while they were exercising, no one said anything.

When he was observing these grassroots personnel, he found that their physical fitness was excellent and their muscles were very intimidating.

Thinking about Belmore's words, he labeled the organization: there are many people and many people, violence and terror.

This kind of power is generally very strong.

Just as I was thinking, a crisp bell rang for "Dingling" came, and the people who were training around were dispersed as if they were over.

Chen Xing thought about it, grabbed someone and asked.

"Go to the cafeteria for lunch." The young man said casually.

Chen Xing’s eyes lit up. If you practice, you must eat well!
Chapter completed!