This thought flashed through her mind, but was immediately shattered by Lu Shiyan's faster and more tricky feint followed by a sudden close combat.

Su Wan was unable to dodge and was gently pushed by Lu Shiyan's arm. His balance suddenly became unstable and he staggered to the side a few steps, almost falling.

She had to concentrate fully to persist in this training which seemed completely unequal to her.

The only sounds in the training room were the whistling of fists and feet breaking through the air, the sound of footsteps rubbing against the ground as two people moved quickly, and Su Wan's increasingly heavy breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Shiyan finally stopped.

Su Wan fell to the ground with a plop. Her legs softened and she could no longer hold on. She collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud. Her throat was burning. She gasped for air. Her chest rose and fell violently. Her clothes were completely soaked with sweat and stuck to her body. She looked miserable. She felt like she was about to collapse.

Looking at Lu Shiyan again, his breathing was just slightly fluctuating, and a few beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, but other than that, his complexion was normal. This guy's physical strength was simply inhuman. Su Wan cursed inwardly.

"stand up."

Su Wan struggled to get up, but found that her hands and feet were weak. She tried several times in vain. "I... I need to... take a break..." She said breathlessly, her voice hoarse.

"Next, shoot." Lu Shiyan didn't give her any chance to breathe.

Su Wan: “…”

Is this possible? She barely has the strength to lift a finger, and she's still shooting? Killing the target with her eyes?

She turned her head with great effort and glared at Lu Shiyan's back. Of course, the other party didn't notice.

Xiao Han watched from the sidelines, shaking his head in amazement, with a smile on his face: "Master Lu, are you going to turn this pregnant woman into a super female warrior?"

"You're too cruel. Aren't you afraid of crippling her? Sister Su Wan, you're still pregnant. Aren't you afraid of killing the baby?"

It was a very fast speed for Su Wan, but in Xiao Han's opinion, Lu Shiyan was just teaching an elementary school student without any effort.

Lu Shiyan ignored Xiao Han's teasing, took out two pistols, and handed one to Su Wan. The gun body was dark and exuded a cold metallic luster: "Don't worry, the child will be fine, hold it tight."

Su Wan stretched out her hand with great effort and took the gun. It was cold and heavy in her hand, pressing down on her wrist. She tried to adjust her breathing, trying to calm her heart that was about to jump out of her throat.

"Stand." Lu Shiyan's voice sounded beside her, with an unquestionable command. He walked behind Su Wan, stretched out his hand, and adjusted the posture of her shoulders and arms through the thin fabric.

"Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, lean forward slightly, and keep your weight between your feet. Extend your arms naturally, but don't lock your elbows, and keep a little flexibility."

His fingers would occasionally touch her arms or back, with a slightly cool touch that made Su Wan feel a little uncomfortable, but more of a focus.

"Hold the gun steadily, but don't use too much force. Too much force will affect accuracy." Lu Shiyan's voice continued, like the most accurate caliper, "Align the base of the thumb with the back of the gun, bend your fingers naturally, and place the first joint of your index finger lightly on the trigger. Make sure your fingertips exert force vertically."

He reached out his hand and covered Su Wan's hand holding the gun, wrapping his palm around hers and carefully adjusting the position of her fingers. His palm was large and powerful, with thin calluses, wrapping around her hand, bringing a wonderful sense of stability and security. Su Wan felt as if her heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks felt a little hot, and she quickly refocused her attention on the cold gun.

“When aiming, the crosshairs, the gap, and the target should be in a straight line. Focus on the crosshairs. The target can be clear or slightly blurry, but the crosshairs must be clear.”

Su Wan followed his instructions and tried to aim at the target in the distance. At first, the crosshairs were shaking in her field of vision, and her hand holding the gun was still a little weak due to previous training.

"Breathe." Lu Shiyan reminded, "Before shooting, take a deep breath, then exhale slowly. When you are almost done exhaling, or when you have exhaled completely, hold your breath and pull the trigger."

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out and the bullet missed the target by a lot.

Su Wan was a little discouraged.

"That's normal." Lu Shiyan seemed to have expected this. "The lack of arm strength, coupled with the exhaustion training just now, has affected your stability. Let's try again."

"Don't shake your wrist, and pull the trigger steadily, don't pull it hard." Lu Shiyan's voice remained calm.

Su Wan gritted her teeth, and a spirit of not admitting defeat surged up. She didn't believe that she couldn't even do such a small thing. She was a "genius"! Although she was self-proclaimed.

She adjusted her breathing again, recalled every instruction from Yan when she landed, raised her gun, aimed, and fired again and again. The sound of gunfire continued in the training room, deafening. The bullet was off target at first, but gradually, it began to approach the center of the target. Although it still couldn't hit a high score, it was at least no longer off target.

Lu Shiyan did not give her too much verbal guidance. He just stood there quietly watching her, occasionally correcting her with a word or two when she made an obvious mistake, and his words were concise and to the point.

This woman looks weak, but she is actually very ruthless.

the next day.

The material distribution area of ​​the base was packed with people, a dark mass.

Su Wan followed closely beside Lu Shiyan and stood at the outskirts of the crowd.

This was the first time she had seen such a large-scale distribution of supplies in the base. There was a suppressed tension in the air, making it hard to breathe. Various whispers gathered together, buzzing.

"Tsk, this scene is even more lively than the fight for discounted eggs at the vegetable market." Xiao Han stood beside them.

"Don't take it lightly," Lu Shiyan said indifferently, "Pan Yong specifically reminded us to look at this. There must be something fishy behind the distribution of these supplies."

At this moment, a team of guards in uniform black uniforms appeared on the platform. They all had stern faces and bulged around their waists, obviously equipped with weapons. They surrounded a tall man and walked up. It was Scorpion!

As soon as he appeared, the noise from the crowd in the audience quieted down a lot.

"Today's distribution of supplies is a little special." Scorpion said.

"Everyone in Area B and Area C," he said in a long tone, his eyes sweeping across the dark crowd below the stage, with undisguised teasing and malice, "What do you want? Food? Medicine? Or... your life?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a suppressed commotion broke out among the crowd below the stage, but it quickly died down amid his sneer, leaving only the sound of heavy breathing.

The buzz of the crowd below the stage grew louder, mixed with uneasy shifts and suppressed sobs. Everyone felt insecure, yet they craned their necks to see clearly what was about to take place on the stage.

"Bring it up!" Scorpion swung his arm violently.