(I finally got the first fellow Taoist to add an impression, it's still a good thing, thank you. I only have to write a book to repay you. Also, thank you for recommending and collecting friends!)

Everyone on the street was like Murong Xiao, with expressionless faces, like a walking corpse who had lost his soul; the police post that he often encountered arrested all suspected criminals under the guidance of the trainee priests.

Under such strict control, there is still the existence of emotional criminals, which has to be said to be a miracle.

"Sir, please show your ID."

A team of fully armed policemen stopped in front of Murong Xiao in an orderly manner. The leader spoke coldly, with only a pair of eyes exposed under the riot helmet, without any emotional fluctuations.

This was the third wave of patrol police who checked the ID card that Murong Xiao encountered along the way. He was not impatient at all and handed over the police officer's ID without expression.

One of the patrol officers used a palm-sized instrument to scan the ID and returned it to Murong Xiao.

"Hello, sir."

The patrol team members said hello like robots, and Murong Xiao even suspected that they did not know the meaning of the word "hello".

"You, please show your ID."

The man who was casually pulled by the patrolman was about thirty years old and had a thick beard. He was suddenly pulled by the patrolman. A hint of panic flashed in his eyes, but he soon returned to peace.

The bearded man was wearing an old gray robe and took out his ID card indifferently.

Murong Xiao keenly captured the fleeting panic in his eyes, and even found the slight bulge on his waist. With his sensitivity to guns, Murong Xiao knew that they were two powerful pistols.

He instantly pressed the handle of the gun inside the holster at his waist with both hands. The familiar metal touch made him feel strongly confident. The master-level gun control made him know the gun in his hand, making him almost integrated with the gun.

The Desert Eagle, known as the small hand cannon, has a caliber of 12.7 mm!

"What is hidden in your waist?"

Murong Xiao's indifferent tone made the bearded man's muscles tense instantly, and he suddenly pulled out two flashing pistols from his waist with both hands.

"Damn the council lackey, go to die!"

The bearded man seemed to be filled with gunpowder, and the two patrol officers who were the first to be hit were less than one meter away from him.

With two tight gunshots, the bullets tore the air and shattered a thin layer of bulletproof glass on the riot helmet with strong kinetic energy, instantly blew the heads of the two patrolmen.

Murong Xiao began to retreat as soon as he spoke, avoiding the bearded man's breakthrough and suddenly began to rise.

"Smack!"

The well-trained patrolman immediately pulled the gun tether, aimed the muzzle at the bearded man, and shot without hesitation.

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The bearded man flipped over and avoided the bullets that were shooting. He quickly rushed into the crowd despite the pain caused by the bullets being shot through the cement splashed on the ground.

While the remaining four patrolmen were still hesitating whether to shoot at the crowd, the guards who were not far away were coming, Murong Xiao fired.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

With four shots in a row, the bearded man fell down instantly while walking through the crowd, and was shot in all limbs, becoming a lamb to be slaughtered.

Drawing the gun, shooting, and retracting the gun, the whole set of actions was smooth and flowing, just like a drill that had been practiced tens of thousands of times, and it took only 0:5 seconds to complete it all.

The bearded man looked at Murong Xiao with hatred eyes, wishing he could be swallowed alive.

Unfortunately, all Murong Xiao left him was a coquettish back, which was very good at pretending.

In fact, this is just the effect of Pascian. It is now 7:59, and he is almost late.

"The physical condition is weak. After firing twice, my arms are already full of numbness and need exercise."

Murong Xiao shook his arm and walked quickly towards the Priesthood.

The First Academy of Jehovah’s Patriarchs is located in the city center. The city here cannot have emotional facilities such as shops, so the city center is a military base, so no one can enter.

In front of the college, there is a statue of a priest who is more than ten meters tall. There are more than a dozen heavy guards next to it, as if it is an important symbol.

Not far from the statue, it is the entrance to the Priesthood. A trainee priest in a priest uniform led a dozen special policemen to guard it.

After checking Murong Xiao’s admission letter, the trainee priest said coldly: “You are late, a rookie.”

"I'm sorry, sir, I met an emotional criminal who attacked the police on the way, and it took some time to deal with him."

Murong Xiao presented the words he had already thought of without any flaws.

The trainee priest did not say much after hearing this. He entered several instructions on an instrument and said to Murong Xiao: "You are assigned to Class A1 and there are still ten minutes to formally attend the class. If you are late, you will be deemed to be abstention and expelled from the school."

"Thank you, sir."

Murong Xiao finally found Class A1 before class by referring to the floor plan distribution map in the college.

It is like a middle school classroom, with twenty sets of tables and chairs placed here, and nineteen sets of students who are already expressionless.

Murong Xiao walked to his seat and sat down. He observed around and found that the ages of these students were very different. Some were just teenagers, and one was an uncle in his fifties who were about to retire.

Those who can sit here are the elites of the police force, so you should not underestimate them at all. The priest who taught the class has not come yet. Due to the reasons of Pasian, no one has any interest in talking. He just sat quietly, and the whole classroom can be heard.

"Dear students, I am your chief instructor Lin Jianfeng."

As a cold pace approached, a young oriental young man appeared at the door.

The young man had a spirited squid, his nose was like a hook, his expression was stiff, and he was wearing a standard priest uniform.

He walked to the front of the classroom and spoke coldly.

"First of all, congratulations to everyone for being able to sit here."

The stiff face and cold tone could not tell that he was congratulating.

"Everyone is the top elite of the police force, I don't need to say much about discipline. Your task is to obey! Obey! Obey! Do you understand?"

Li Jianfeng's sharp eyes swept across the twenty students present, and the twenty people also cooperated very much and replied loudly: "I understand!"

"Very good." The young priest pastor paused and continued, "Every one of you has great strengths. But here is the First Academy of Jehovah, which cultivates all almighty talents. You still have to learn a lot. If you want to become a priest, you must be prepared for death."

Li Jianfeng showed his white teeth, and Murong Xiao felt a chill for no reason.

After two hours of brainwashing, all the students in Class A1 distributed a special potion.

"Inject, then gather in the playground ten minutes later."

After Li Jianfeng finished speaking, he walked out of the classroom first, as if he was very at ease with all the students.

The other nineteen students immediately injected into the carotid artery without any hesitation.

A light flashed in Murong Xiao's eyes, and he slowly put the potion into the syringe. He didn't have to think about it and knew that there were people observing every move here.

"Lucyfer."

"learn."

The lenses on Murong Xiao’s eyes flashed, and the information about this potion appeared in his mind.

"Combined agent, injection effect: the user is brainwashed, stimulating the human potential; the duration of the medicine: permanent; it can spend a hundred dream power to eliminate the brainwashing effect."

“Clear.”

"No. 9527, after this operation, the Dream Divine Power is negative. Forced tasks are performed seven days after the task is over, and no tasks are accepted during this period."

"Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world."

Murong Xiao no longer hesitated and injected a mixed potion that had lost its brainwashing effect.

The playground of the Padre Academy is not an open-air grass, but in a simple building, except for the entrance, there are gray walls.

The entire playground area is about 200 square meters, and there are many such playgrounds in the Pastoral College.

"Becoming a priest, guns, martial arts are a must."

"After many shooting experiments and statistical principles, the ballistics and enemy positions in gun battles can be summarized by statistical models. So based on this, guns, martial arts including shooting, kendo and physical skills were produced."

"Using accurate action calculations, launching the maximum damage attack at the position with the least damage, it can shoot to the dead corners around you, increasing the power of the bullet by 20%. With your body as the center, the prototype geometry map is the plane reference, all the positions around you that can be attacked will be calculated, and every possible attack position around the body will be shot, which can exist as attack and defense at the same time."

"Wujian adds guns, combines statistics, designs a shooting route, and increases the hit rate by 200% and the dodge rate by 150%.

"Each varied move shows the maximum killing range, giving a fatal blow to defeat the largest number of opponents. In terms of defense, traditional ballistics that can dodge the return. With the flexible use of this move, the shooting power of the weapon will be increased by at least about 120%. This 63% increase in fatality, making 'gun martial arts' an undefeated opponent."

Li Jianfeng stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes as cold as ice, and said lightly: "The characteristic of guns and martial arts is strange - the user is good at close combat, and the use of guns is integrated into combat, and suddenly fires a cold gun when the enemy unexpectedly wants. Among them, the master is also good at hiding guns, and the guns he uses are hidden on his body. No one knows where his gun is hidden when he does not fire."

"You should be glad... I will train you to become qualified priests in three months at the latest! Of course, the premise is that you can survive."

Li Jianfeng habitually exposed a mouthful of white teeth, and everyone's pupils instinctively dilated.

"Training begins!"
Chapter completed!