dhibooks Chapter 10 Test
Chapter 10 Test
Quint could not escape for a while, and in the afternoon came the ordnance practical class.The theory class is fine, he doesn't understand why even the practical exercises have to be with these one of the best Alphas, he can obviously be mixed with the senior students.
The first session of the practical class was in the virtual simulation room. The training cabin was divided into single rooms, separated by transparent curtain walls. Hyperion was next to Quint, and he could be seen from one side.
The teacher was an Alpha major transferred from the military department. In order to test their level and adjust the teaching progress, a small test came at the beginning of the class.There is a toolbox and 570 three gun parts on the small table in front of each of them. The test requires them to assemble a laser gun from these more than 500 parts and complete two thousand moving targets. Ten people will be punished.
The moment the major pinched off the stopwatch, everyone started to move. Hyperion quickly sorted all the parts into categories, and after a rough scan, he knew what he was doing, and assembled them skillfully with confidence.He was halfway through the assembly when he suddenly realized that a part was "bad".
The so-called "bad" means that if it is pressed up as it is, the shooting line will deviate by three millimeters.This test should be done by the current Hyperion, he can see the traps set by the instructor at the first glance, but Hyperion was 21 years old at the time, young and energetic, he did not take such a small test seriously , the boat capsized in the gutter.
Hyperion had no choice but to put down the assembly work to repair the broken part. He had just finished repairing the part when he caught a glimpse of Quint who was next to him raising his gun and starting to shoot - Quint was an Omega's natural cautious and careful, so he discovered it from the very beginning. trap.
He was surpassed by an Omega.A thought flashed through his mind, Hyperion stopped being distracted, and quickly assembled the laser gun and raised his hand to shoot.His dynamic vision is so good that it is abnormal. His grandfather deliberately trained him to be a soldier since he was a child. Shooting is like eating and drinking for him. It has become an instinct.
There is almost no need to deliberately aim. Every time he pulls the trigger, a red laser will penetrate the bull's-eye. The target behind him moves faster and faster. Behind the goggles, Hyperion's eyes are as calm as the deep sea. It seems that the only thing left in the world is to move. The bullseye and the gun in the hand.
He pulled the trigger two thousand times without stopping, and a green light suddenly lit up on the top of the training cabin, indicating that the training was completed.
Hyperion put the heated laser gun on the table, even the frequency of his heartbeat did not change.He was the first to complete it, and the coach outside the transparent curtain wall gave him an approving look.
Quint wears goggles and noise-proof earplugs, and shoots with a gun in one hand. The muscles on his shoulders are slightly raised, and the thin tactical suit is stretched out into a rounded arc.From the perspective of body shape, Quint at that time was more like a beta, well-proportioned, not too slender.But he is indeed as soft as an omega, and his skin is so delicate that a slight pinch will leave a red mark that will not fade for a long time.
Even though the assembly was more than ten seconds or even tens of seconds ahead, Quint's shooting performance still lagged behind. The indicator light above his head was on. He gently put down the gun, rubbed his numb wrist, and breathed a sigh of relief.
No. 7, not bad.
In the face of the gender gap, Quint has nothing to be reconciled to. He never thought of defeating Alphas in the field they are best at and becoming the best one. He is an Omega, the gender with the weakest physical function.
Although he sometimes frets that no amount of exercise works, he never complains.
The last student finished, and they came out of the simulation training room, and were unsurprisingly scolded by the instructor.
The major asked the last ten students to take the punishment voluntarily, took a student's laser gun and dismantled it into a pile of parts, picked out the problematic one, threw it in his hand, and said sternly: "Everyone who didn't find the parts before starting to assemble People with problems stand up."
Now, except for Quint, the twenty Alphas all took a step forward in unison.
"Go to the playground and run a hundred laps after class. There is no time for you to disassemble and repack on the battlefield."
What really got Quint into trouble was the major's last muttered sentence: "One in a million, you're not even as good as an Omega."
This subtly revealing sexist statement sounded inadvertent, but it didn't sound like that to all the Alphas. That is to say, since then, most of the Alphas in the class have paid attention to Quint—that is Alpha Born with a bloody nature unwilling to be reconciled to others, the desire to conquer is buried in the flesh and blood.
The desire to hold this excellent Omega under him and make him surrender.
A little bit of Van Gwent's exquisiteness is enough to deal with the current situation, but after all, he is just an ordinary boy from a remote country. He has never received any training in communication and is naturally introverted. He can only respond with his usual silence.
Hyperion didn't care about the one hundred rounds of punishment at all, he saw Quint pinch his clothes nervously with his fingers at his side, and then quickly let go of it, pretending to be nonchalant, inexplicably wanting to laugh.
Ordnance manufacturing inevitably involves operations, but Gwent's operations belong to various performance tests after the weapons are manufactured, which is completely different from the complex combat operations of the Alphas.It is not easy and pleasant to train with the Alphas who are physically abnormal. After one class, Quint's hands were shaking.
Hyperian raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his combat uniform.The instructor assigned a task and left, several Alphas gathered together and whispered for a while, then walked towards Quint who was packing up his things.
The leader is Eugene Edward. He is from Kentla, the largest economic planet in the empire. He is the youngest son of the chief executive there. When he was selected into the plan, his overall score was second only to Hyperion.Seeing those people surrounded Quint like they were watching some small animal, Hyperion raised his hand to signal Hanselton who was talking to him to stop, and strode over.
It's not that Quint hasn't dealt with Alpha's strike-up before, but it's the first time that so many people come here at one time. He thanked Edward for his compliment with a polite smile, and said sincerely: "You are much better than me, I can only Just try not to hold back."
"Where, we have an advantage because of our better physical fitness. In terms of reaction and micromanagement. You are no worse than us." Edward has never been so polite when talking to his Alpha classmates: "The physical requirements for this class are not low, do you think you can keep up?"
"It's okay." Quint looked over Edward's shoulder and met Hyperion's eyes, his voice paused for a moment, and the next second he heard Hyperion's deep voice: "Eugene, don't waste your time. , Omega's class should be full today."
Edward didn't expect that Hyperion would suddenly interject, and he was taken aback for a moment: "Ah, is that right? I'm sorry, I don't know."
"It doesn't matter, the classroom for the next class is not far away." Quint secretly cast a grateful look at Hyperion, and said with a smile: "Then I'll go first, see you tomorrow."
"Although the family is not worthy of our Master Morse, he is good-looking and has a good personality." Hanselton floated over at some point, patted Hyperion's shoulder and whispered in his ear: "I'm ready for this marriage."
"Don't talk nonsense." Hyperion pushed his head that was too close to the side: "I just want to see him being entangled by so many Alphas to help him, thinking about something."
After all, Hyperion didn't look at Hanselton's reaction, and left without squinting, leaving Hanselton alone, pointing at his nose and saying in disbelief, "I'm just thinking about it? Did I do it?" Wrong, maybe whoever has fought with them for [-] rounds in their minds."
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After the celebration banquet, the Hyperion Army Headquarters and the White Tower ran on both sides - the expeditionary force still had a series of post-work tasks that required him to make decisions, and he couldn't be free at all.After each treatment, he would go around the area where Quint worked, but he didn't meet him once.
Quint was deliberately avoiding him.Hyperion knew in his heart that his probing attitude of "old friend" had annoyed Quint at the beginning, since he wanted to pretend, he should keep going, and suddenly revealing his true colors would only make Quint feel that he was playing tricks on him.
But he really just finally met the person he misses day and night, and he doesn't know what to do.
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