Do you know why some people are said to be contestants?
Do you know why some people are said to have big hearts?
Many people will give answers, including the other person’s professional experience, the other person’s delicacy, the other person’s seriousness, etc…
In fact, these are the basics.
The most important thing is actually only two words, which are interpreted by foreign psychologists as 'flow'.
How to explain flow?
Foreign psychologists say that this is a state in which people become extremely excited, extremely patient, and extremely slender.
It's like there is a mathematician in this world who shocked the world. He has solved many mathematical mysteries of mankind. Even the top universities in Eagle Sauce allow him to pay him casually and prefer not to fix his teaching time... But, all of this He rejected everything. He would rather live a life where he could not even afford oranges. He would also refuse all the awards, bonuses, and reputations he had won, and only live in a life of embarrassment.
This mathematician is called Perelman. He only likes mathematics. He hopes to be immersed in mathematics every minute and does not want to be disturbed by anything.
Is he stupid?
No money required!
He is not stupid, because he already has happiness that money cannot buy.
That is the immersion of being immersed in 'flow'.
So, is this kind of flow a state that everyone can achieve?
yes.
But the foundation is love, and the premise is that you can survive the boring period, and the condition is that you can get the joy of success through the delicate touch, and be extremely excited about it.
But the most important thing is that you have to like it.
and, have the talent to solve one difficulty after another.
Burea's talent was something that even he himself didn't understand. Fortunately, he met a battlefield veteran like Lao Qiao.
It's like a musician's child being forced to learn violin even though he clearly doesn't like music. While he shows resistance and dislike, the musician shows harshness and intolerance.
After all, he has determined that your body contains his own genetic genes.
Of course what Lao Qiao saw in Bourgea was not genetics. They were not father and son, so I think what Lao Qiao saw in Brea must be talent.
So, I saw the "flow" of a born warrior. It was a level of devotion that I, a person who has wandered around the world, had never seen before.
Breathe, breathe, keep breathing.
Bujea used several strong breaths to change his breathing rhythm, so that after escaping in a hurry, he gradually began to breathe more steadily.
Then, he looked at the room with the flickering figure in the window and was stunned for a moment.
Then he stood up without hesitation, pointed the gun at the door of the room and quickly pulled the trigger - bang, bang!
Both shots hit the door frame, sending sawdust flying across the door frame. He quickly detoured to the back of the house, jumped up to grab the eaves of another house next door, and climbed up through the open window.
Bujea knew that the professionalism of these people was not just as simple as people who came to "do things". It was impossible for ordinary people to think of using a fast-firing firearm like the 'MP5' to open a path and then use a 'shotgun' to carry out the attack. Range suppression fighting style.
So, if such a professional person exposes his whereabouts on the opponent's territory, his first thought must be to retreat.
How will they go?
Will he escape from where he left?
No way, there's a lot of police guarding there.
Even if not, the location where the enemy walks is not the first direction that professionals should choose. What if there is an ambush?
Brea thought of the rear window.
After confirming this, he stood up and fired at the front door, then quickly turned around and left. Regardless of whether there would be a firefight, he went directly to the room, lying on the roof of the next door with the gun aimed at the back window.
When playing high and low, the prone position is the best position to reduce the impact area.
But just as Brzea was aiming the gun at the rear window, a figure quickly flashed past the window. After searching for a while while holding the MP5 while aiming, another person bent over and stepped on the window frame. .
Chance!
Brea did not move.
Hidden on top of the house, it lay down very securely.
The man got out of the window, quickly leaned his back against the wooden wall and stood ready again. He was not attacked for about three seconds, and immediately turned around and shouted: "Safety!"
So, the second person also got out of the window.
The moment the second person rested his whole body on the window and jumped out, Bujea lay on the room and directly pulled the trigger - bang!
The moment the gun sprayed out flames, the bullet pierced the head of the first man. At that second, the second man had just landed from the window and was looking up - bang bang!
Boureia fired two more shots, both of which went into his chest. Under the impact of the bullets, the opponent's entire body was blocked by the window, and then he slid along the wall under the window frame like noodles.
At that moment, gunfire broke out in the house, and bullets with flaming lights were fired indiscriminately!
Da da da da da!
Ta-ta-ta-ta!
null! null!
The place where Burea was lying just now received an almost covering blow, and he jumped from the roof after firing the gun and was lying on the ground behind the house at this moment.
At this juncture, Brzea didn't think about such things as "whether he would be injured or whether he might die in battle." He only thought about how to maximize the damage.
For example, if Burea had shot the first person just now, the second person would never have appeared.
But if you wait for the first person to stand firm and then wait for the second person to get stuck at the window before shooting, then the second person will have no attack ability, and the first person will die under a sneak attack. In other words, to achieve maximum results.
No one has ever taught Bureia to think about problems like this. Even during training in the army, Lao Qiao would remind him many times how to protect himself on the battlefield. But this kid seemed to have a missing string in his mind. Never done this before.
He himself also knew that this was a shortcoming. The thought of just killing his opponent would sooner or later be exploited by a stronger and more professional opponent, but nothing could be done to change it.
Because he feels that playing like this is so satisfying, he likes this kind of wild opening and closing!
This can make him fully immersed and immersed in it. At that moment, it seems that the whole world is quiet.
Brzea lay on the ground and crawled forward until he disappeared around the corner like a gecko.
He seemed to have found happiness again.
At this moment, women, longing, and loneliness were all thrown out of the sky. The sound of gunshots that kept ringing in my ears was the most beautiful music. The screams of the enemy being shot were even more beautiful than Teacher Ishihara's voice.
There had been no sound coming from the room since the battle, and finally someone began to speak!
"We've been fooled!"
"What?"
"It's been the same gun these times, didn't you hear it?" (End of Chapter)
