Chapter 117 - C Zip Pt. 2

That was the only comfort Ming Ming offered her before starting. The hits would not touch her face since she needed it for their mission but her body below the neck was free game. It felt weird in the beginning but they would rather take hits from someone they knew versus an enemy. Of course, when they were children it was just a bit of tussling and hot sauce on the mouth - things children found terrible. As they got older the naivety of it disappeared and punishments became things that would help them in the long run. Even this punishment, helped them get used to pain and strengthen their body to take those attacks. Once you understood your own physical limit you knew how to surpass it. On the battlefield there wasn't any room for weakness or a lack of understanding about yourself. She always found it stupid when people overestimated themselves because of urgency, one fatal move could destroy the whole operation. 

Keeping her eyes open, she chose a spot on the wall behind Ming Ming and let her punch her. Ming Ming rotated around her body, evenly spreading each hit so that it looked more sporadic and one side was not overly injured. However, most of her attacks landed on her stomach area, since the ribs were more of a pain to heal. Though in general, during a fight people usually aimed for three areas - the cheek, the stomach, and the legs. Each hit against her body left a wave of heat and a sting that kept her senses awake. She fought to keep her adrenaline low but her heart was pounding. No matter how many times you were beat there was always a rush you got from the physical pain. Keeping her body still she let the attacks continue until the pounding faded away into a rhythmic beat in her mind. It wasn't a long time but felt slower in the moment. Once the two minutes were up Ming Ming immediately stopped and removed the boxing gloves. She went back to her initial position and continued the training. 

Ying Yue stretched out her body and shook out the previous stiffness before returning to a solider stance. 

Ming Ming went back to the table and let her eyes graze over the remaining weapons before she picked up one. Placing it on to the middle table she stepped back for Ying Yue to do both the dismantling and putting it together portion. 

Seeing what the choice was there was a bit of relief for Ying Yue. She knew as soon as the weapon was chosen it was one that she was very familiar with. 

"Barrett Model 98B. Bolt-action sniper rifle, medium heavy, maximum firing range 1,500m." Pausing she went towards the table on her right and immediately picked up the correct ammunition for it. "0.388 Lapua Magnum cartridge, recalled because it had a default that would make it accidentally discharge." Finishing her speech, she went through the dismantling process and let her body take over naturally. There was a bit of fondness and experience in her movements as she did it with ease. This specific weapon had spent three days with her in the trenches. She could almost smell the wet ground and death that lingered around her during this mission. This weapon was held against her body in the cold for hours, baring all the elements, just waiting for her target to appear. Those memories came and faded quickly as she put the final piece in place. 

She knew that she had successfully gone through that round and again, there was no hesitation before the next round started. She didn't keep track of time but they kept the training going for many more rounds. Thankfully, she had only messed up one more time so the punishments for the day weren't too bad. The second punishment was for her to continuously attack their punching bag for 5 minutes straight. Which sounded easy but it put pressure in the lungs and body. Each hit had to be stable and match the previous intensity, trying to maintain that in max pressure for five minutes would stretch a person thing. She felt a little dizzy when she finished and grabbed a sip of water to collect herself. Though she was happily eating her lunch earlier in the day, there was a strong regret about the amount she ate. The stomach attacks made her feel weird but it was okay, the intense punching bag session made her feel like the food might come back up. With great strength she kept everything inside her, 'I'm definitely eating less next time.' 

The rounds continued once again and eventually all of them blurred together. After a couple more rounds they switched roles so that Ying Yue was now the tester and Ming Ming the tested. It was not a surprise that Ming Ming flowed through the training easily with only one hiccup. That woman spent her time researching and creating weapons, this was her domain after all. Though even with all that knowledge, this training was important so that she would keep that knowledge active. If you learn something and don't engage with it after you will never remember it when you need it. With the one mistake, it was because she had damaged the weapon while putting it back together hence ending in the same punishment - taking two minutes of punches. Ming Ming's body shook a couple of times as she took the hits and there was a knowing glance between them regarding it. Since they had come to this city, Ying Yue had been constantly involved in fights and been training in the gym. While both Neo and Ming Ming had more peaceful lives with only each other. Training in their gym helped but with no outside source to fight them their body experienced a slight shock now. No words had to be said for Ming Ming to know that it was a problem, it was only sad that they were in the middle of training and that she could not defend herself verbally. 

They both went through the motions a couple more times before a knock on the door interrupted them. Snapping their heads towards the source of the sound, Ying Yue spoke up first. 

"Who is it?" She knew it was Neo but it was best to ask just in case, especially with all the dangerous items surrounding them. 

As she expected, Neo's voice responded to her call. "It's me, I have something you need to look at. Right now."

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Author's Corner:

*Sometime soon*

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HXL: .......this is a trap.