Chapter 21 The Unexpected Arrival of Darkness
Gin took Anton Yayoi to the D12 training room. Compared with the previous shooting range, this training room was very small, only about 20 square meters, with a boxing ring in the middle. At present, it seems that Area A is a dormitory, Area B is for shooting, and Area D is for close combat. Considering that there are also logistics organizations such as the medical team and the financial team that are not divided into areas, this base should be at least tens of thousands of square meters. What is above this base... Will it really not collapse?
"Let's start with the simplest one, you and..." Gin's eyes swept over everyone and finally stopped at Bourbon, "Bourbon fights." Vodka is too big and the weight difference is too great; Kembali is old and weak, and although he can win by relying on skills, it would be even more troublesome if he beats Kembali; and Bourbon is an intelligence officer, his close combat skills are not very strong, and his height and weight are also matched, so he is just right for sparring with Andong Yayoi.
Bourbon raised his eyebrows when he heard this, but did not refuse. After all, if he tested An Dong Yayoi himself, he would be able to understand An Dong Yayoi's level more clearly. He shrugged helplessly and jumped onto the ring lightly, "Come on, newcomer."
Anton Yayoi looked at Kenbali who had taken out his iPad and started writing and drawing, then looked up at Bourbon who was holding out his hand to him. He had no choice but to stand on the ring with a confused look on his face, "How do we fight?"
He had no concrete concept of fighting between humans. He had only seen videos online, and his general understanding was that humans used their bodies to carry or not carry weapons to attack the other party, and reduced their own physical damage while making the other party lose the ability to attack. However, for a god who used a sickle to attack the fate line level, fighting with flesh and blood was beyond his imagination. Just like can humans imagine manipulating immune cells to attack cancer cells? Even if you have seen a demonstration video of the work of immune cells, but you ask people to operate immune cells, sorry, how to operate it? This is probably the case with Yayoi Andong.
It's a pity that normal people can't understand his confusion. Gin thought that Anton Yayoi's "how to fight" referred to the degree of fighting, so he explained, "Stop when it's enough."
What? What does that mean? If I tap him, he will stop immediately? Are we poking each other with our fingers? No, no, no, that's impossible. Human fights are definitely not like that. Stopping at the right time should not be analyzed in a literal sense, but should be...
While Anton Yayoi was still standing on the ring thinking, Bourbon didn't hold back and punched him in the face. The huge muffled sound of the collision between the abdomen and the fist made Ken Barry hold his stomach with his hands. It was too painful, Bourbon was too cruel. A normal person would lose the ability to move if hit by this punch.
Feeling the severe pain in his abdomen, it was indeed not what he understood as stopping at the right time. Anton Yayoi covered his stomach with his hand and quietly healed the wound. If he didn't treat it, he was afraid that this body would fall into a coma.
Seeing that he just lowered his head and covered his stomach without any resistance or attack intention, Bourbon raised his eyebrows in surprise, while Gin's face gloomy.
Bourbon was surprised that Anton Yayoi had been able to hit ten rings every time yesterday, proving that he had amazing body control and must have gone through a lot of exercise training. But now, not only did he not show any signs of training, but he also showed no defensive behavior when facing attacks, which was rare even for ordinary people.
Compared to Bourbon who was full of doubts, Gin was unhappy because he was wondering how long it would take to bring out an Anton Yayoi who could at least fight with ordinary people.
"When you are standing on the ring, don't think about anything. The enemy won't give you time to think." Bourbon said as he swung his long legs like a whip. As he twisted and turned, his clothes fluttered, revealing a small part of his waist. If you ignore the force that was enough to kill someone, it can be said to be a beautiful display of strength. If Anton Yayoi deliberately concealed his actual combat ability and relied on the hardness of his skull to withstand the kick, he would have a concussion at best, or die on the spot at worst. Although Bourbon knew that Anton Yayoi might really want to slack off and didn't want to show too much ability, he couldn't not try his best in front of Gin. If he dared to let Gin go, he would be the one to die.
Fortunately, Anton Yayoi showed some reaction this time. He dodged the kick with a speed that looked slow but subtle, then fell back to sit on the ground, and rolled out of Bourbon's attack range. Bourbon's kick missed, so he squatted down, supported himself on the ground with his right hand, rotated his body, and kicked out a beautiful side kick. Anton Yayoi jumped sideways with difficulty, dodged the kick, but Bourbon took advantage of the force of his foot and moved forward, closing the distance between them. Anton Yayoi could only retreat quickly. All this was within Bourbon's expectations. He flipped over and jumped up, hitting Anton Yayoi's kneecap with his elbow, giving the already unstable Anton Yayoi the final blow. Anton Yayoi lost his balance, fell heavily to his knees with a plop. This heavy blow made Anton Yayoi unable to get up after trying twice, so he could only use healing again.
"Still fighting?" Bourbon looked at Gin hesitantly. Anton Yayoi might have some talent for firearms, but he definitely couldn't fight. Whether it was a hit on the head, legs, or torso, Anton Yayoi's reaction was like that of an ordinary person who was quick but untrained.
Unfortunately, this conclusion was not recognized by Gin. He lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall leisurely, and then blew out a string of smoke from his mouth. He said in a low and hoarse voice, "Beat him until he learns to fight back."
Bourbon shrugged indifferently and went back to continue his game with Anton Yayoi. Anton Yayoi looked at Gin with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief, and then he was knocked to the ground again by Bourbon's punch, "I told you, don't think about anything when you're on the ring."
Anton Yayoi was angry, but only for a moment. He imitated Bourbon's moves and punched back, but because he underestimated their physical fitness, he lost his balance because of the punch and was kicked in the stomach by Bourbon's knee.
Excuse me, he shouldn't expect too much from this otaku's body to be as good as Bourbon, who seems to like exercise very much. But he can still dodge, it's just that his movements are a bit inelegant, but he can dodge most attacks, which is also a reflection of his progress. Fortunately, although the otaku's body cannot attack, it is more than enough to dodge. After dodging several times, Anton Yayoi gradually understood the trick and became handy. So gradually, Bourbon felt something was wrong. After 20 minutes, even he began to breathe slightly. Anton Yayoi, who was hit several times, was not only calm, but also didn't sweat. Even the speed of dodging was getting faster and faster, and gradually there was a feeling that he was being played.
"Stop, come here." Gin put down the cigarette in his mouth and held it loosely with his hands, and the ashes fell into the air as he moved.
Anton Yayoi, who no longer wanted to play duet with Bourbon, had his eyes light up and quickly jumped down from the ring. His movements were so fast and smooth that it was hard to tell that he was the one who was beaten half to death. Gin held a cigarette and stared at Anton Yayoi's face with deep and solemn eyes. There was no panting, no sweat, and no signs of accelerated blood circulation. Gin's face darkened, and then he stretched out his hand holding the cigarette butt and gently stroked Anton Yayoi's face with his palm. In the other's confused eyes, he pressed the cigarette butt hard on Anton Yayoi's exposed neck.
The temperature at the center of the cigarette butt is as high as 800 degrees. A normal person would have jumped up from the heat. However, not only did Anton Yayoi's pupils and breathing remain unchanged, he even showed a confused expression. To put out the cigarette, he looked for an ashtray. Why did he press on him? He is not an ashtray. Is this a classic campus bullying scene? It's a pity that they are all adults. What's the point of doing this? Is there a little girl or a gangster living in Gin's heart? Anton Yayoi was thinking about it, and didn't notice that the expressions of others had become extremely ugly.
Seeing Anton Yayoi's reaction, the same disease came to everyone's mind - analgesia and anhidrosis. This is a hereditary sensory and autonomic mental disorder. Although the patient's life span will not be affected, they often fall into dangerous situations such as blood loss and shock because they cannot perceive pain. Of course, having a subordinate who is not afraid of pain is the wish of every superior, but if this disease also means that the subordinate will be easily damaged, this is not what Gin is happy to see. If Anton Yayoi really has this disease, he will basically say goodbye to missions. After all, if he is not careful, Anton Yayoi may kill himself.
Gin gently rubbed the red spot on Anton Yayoi's neck with his fingertips. His face looked the ugliest among the four people. Then he increased the strength and rubbed it until blisters appeared on the red spot. After the blisters were broken, he slowly said: "Let's go to the medical department first."
"Let's not touch him yet. I'll go borrow a wheelchair. You beat him yesterday, too, right?" Bourbon frowned, looking a little worried. He knew how hard he had hit him, but seeing that Anton Yayoi looked indifferent and didn't seem to feel any pain, he didn't take it seriously. Unexpectedly, it wasn't that the other party was resistant to beatings, but that he didn't feel any pain at all.
Bourbon left quickly and returned, not only bringing back a wheelchair, but also two doctors in white coats. They gave Anton Yayoi a simple examination on the spot, and only helped him into the wheelchair after making sure that his condition would not be aggravated by moving.
When they got to the medical team, the doctor checked Anton Yayoi carefully, but surprisingly found that he really didn't have any serious problems, only a few flesh wounds and abrasions. The most serious one was even a blood blister caused by Gin's test, which was the only one that might have the risk of scarring.
"Although it's a little unbelievable, he's really fine, nothing happened, and he's very healthy. He may just have a higher tolerance, not necessarily painlessness and anhidrosis. After all, his current injury is not unbearable." Akamaru scratched his head awkwardly. When he heard that Ando Yayoi was beaten by Gin-sama first and then by Bourbon-sama, and then he found out that he had painlessness and anhidrosis, he had silently erected a monument for Ando Yayoi in his heart. In the end, not only did he not die, he was still alive and well.
"It's bearable... Then give him an injection." Gin raised his chin and signaled Akamaru to use the medicine in the cabinet. Akamaru's expression became more embarrassed. He hesitated to speak, and finally retorted: "Master Gin, but... I mean but, this medicine may irritate his nerves. After all, this disease is caused by nerve dysfunction. If it irritates him..." It will aggravate the condition...
"I was wrong. I'll get it right away. Just pretend I didn't say anything."
The reason why Akamaru could become the head of the medical team despite his low IQ was, of course, because he had high EQ. He immediately shut up and chose to obediently get a syringe.
Then he took out a thick roll of tie wraps and tied up the confused Anton Yayoi to the bed, and even helped him put on a bite stopper and gloves. Akamaru carefully explained while putting them on: "Don't be angry, this is actually the normal process for everyone to join the organization, it's just that you took the lead, it will be quick, just hold on."
On the hospital bed, Anton Yayoi's limbs were bound by straps. He wanted to look up to see what they were doing, but Bourbon gently stretched out his hand to stop him, "Don't move, it will hurt later, don't bang your head against the bed."
Anton Yayoi's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and then he saw Akamaru with an expression of "I'm sorry, but I can't help it, don't hate me" and injected a full syringe of unknown potion into his arm. As the unknown potion was injected, severe pain swept through his body. Anton Yayoi was not really incapable of feeling pain, but this kind of pain was after all acting on his body, not his soul. For him, it was still pain, but it was at the level of being hit through a down jacket.
But now, it was the pain of the whole body, every bone, every cell, as if it was merging and reorganizing. The pain was like nails digging into bones, glass scratching fascia, and it was accompanied by the occasional loss of control of the body, as if someone was cutting his flesh bit by bit with a rusty and blunt axe. Andong Yayoi's face turned pale, and sweat dripped down, soaking his clothes in less than half a minute. He couldn't control the trembling, and his teeth chattered. If it weren't for the bite stopper and gloves, he would have bitten off his tongue or broken his fingers by now. This level of pain was no longer a physiological reaction that Thanatos could suppress with his divine soul, and this was not an injury that could not be repaired.
Thanatos helplessly watched his body kicking himself out. This body had lasted for so many days, and it seemed that it had really reached its limit.
Akamaru saw that after taking a shot of the interrogation potion, Anton Yayoi could still clearly feel the pain and sweat normally, so he was about to take out the painkiller to prepare for the injection, but Gin stopped him and said, "Let's wait and see."
Akamaru could only look at Anton Yayoi helplessly, hoping that he would be fine.
Gin wasn't gloating over misfortune, or looking for trouble. He had already taken the pure potion test, so he just passed the anti-interrogation test. What? There wasn't this test originally, but it doesn't matter. Now there is one, right?
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