The mission that was introduced after reading two pieces of paper was indeed the same as what Bolei told him at the beginning. It was very simple. It was a smuggling incident involving the dark world. The difficulty rating was the same as Doris's mission, with a rank of sergeant.
Second class.
Next, he looked at the information on other papers, and there was nothing worth paying special attention to. Cassia folded them again and put them aside. The pen in his hand paused on the draft paper on the side.
After a pause, I determined what basic things I needed and wrote them down on the application form one by one.
The time to deliver the form was already the next morning.
The biological clock was completely disrupted due to treatment in the hospital. Cassia woke up today thanks to the small alarm clock in the dormitory. He woke up very early, and he had no sleepiness at all. He was in a daze before the alarm clock went off. He wanted to sleep but couldn't.
The feeling of not being able to go on. When the alarm clock rang on time, the sleepiness was also shattered by the sound of the alarm clock, turning into quicksand running away between the fingers and disappearing without a trace.
The air in the morning is very cold, and the sky is no longer as white as in the past. Cloud shadows begin to condense in the clear sky, and the color of the Blanco Mountains becomes darker.
When I woke up so early in the ward yesterday, all the street lights had been turned off. But at the same time today, the street lights were full of energy. They were soldiers with their spines straightened, and they were standing on the roadside, emitting a square of soft light.
.
The season seems to have changed completely in less than one night.
On the way back from the logistics department, Cassia walked through the training range, went in and asked for a revolver and dozens of bullets.
The speed of renewal in the body is getting faster and faster, but the action habits of using firearms are still well preserved in the body's memory, and now there is no unfamiliar feeling. Only the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke from platinum bullets makes people feel a little nostalgic.
.The speed of shooting can no longer be increased, but the speed of changing bullets has been improved to another level.
Entering the late stage of the first stage of the operation, the explosive power and speed have more than doubled, which makes Cassia feel a lot. Moreover, after the replacement surgery of the main nerves in the body, the reaction speed and command transmission are also faster than before. The overall foundation
The actual improvement is huge. As long as Cassia is given a few days to get familiar with it, he thinks he should be able to figure out all the functions of this "new body".
But she couldn't be happy either. After experiencing Doris' mission, meeting people like Savina, and listening to what she said at the time, Cassia's understanding of surgery is also deepening little by little.
After thousands of years of accumulation and development, and developed by countless generations of scientists in Avalon, surgical technology, one of the pillars of the empire, admitted that she had underestimated him before. But regarding the advanced theoretical knowledge of surgery,
There are also pneumatic weapons that we saw in the Nolida mission. These advanced theoretical courses are all stuck here in the military school, and there is no sign of letting them go to this group of students.
Cassia believes that she, who is just the recipient of the surgery, does not have the right or qualification to know the true nature of these things. In addition to being more proficient in using firearms, compared with ordinary soldiers, they are now better at strength, speed and reflexes.
These basic physical qualities only give them an absolute advantage. But essentially they are still little guys who have not yet grown up.
The few days before the mission were enough for Cassia to review the previous training items from beginning to end, allowing his body to regain the familiar feeling from the past. On the eve of the mission, he received the equipment he applied for and hugged him.
Cassia, who was following them back, attracted the attention of most people on the trail.
Cassia returned to her dormitory amidst the discussion. When she went up the stairs, she did not forget to look at the moss on the stone platform. In less than a day, they had undergone a huge change just like the sky separated by glass curtains above their heads.
changes.
Today they seem to be plants planted in the wrong place. Not only do they have no energy, but even the little bit of green that still existed yesterday has been stripped away and dyed with an everlasting yellow color. Just like people's fantasies about immortality are all kinds of strange, but
The thought of death remains surprisingly consistent in different regions, at different times, and in different countries. The same goes for withered yellow, which is never new and remains the same, but for most plants, it is the most important thing.
Fatal.
After returning to the dormitory, Cassia checked the equipment again and put them aside for tomorrow.
Because it is already a few days late, Cassia no longer worries about time issues. He is not a single person mission, but a team of eight. The situation is the same as the first mission. There is no list of team members and no contact information for the mission.
, after arriving at the initial mission location, you can only rely on yourself to figure out how to proceed with the mission.
Kasia likes to rub her hair when she's worried. She cut her hair, which is definitely not very long, short just a few days ago. Now the hand rubbing it can only feel a prickly feeling. It can't be said to be very comfortable, but it's also refreshing.
Don’t want to let go.
Rubbing his head failed to resolve the worries about the mission. Cassia poured a glass of warm water to drink, read a few pages of the open book, and played with the new revolver he brought for a while, as well as a small number of blue and silver bullets.
.Finally, he saw that the time was almost up. He lay on the bed and turned off the lights, looking at the patterns on the ceiling in the dark, and fell asleep unknowingly.
When she got up the next day, she no longer needed the help of an alarm clock. Cassia put on her equipment, made sure nothing was missing before leaving, and went to the parking lot of the military school.
The one that picked up Cassia was a general-purpose off-road vehicle with full power. The sound of the steam-driven gear movement was also delicate and smooth, very pleasant to the ear, and there was nothing that could be called noise. It was a vehicle with very good performance.<
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The door panels are very thick and made of forged alloy. The tires are produced by Webley Company and have strong grip. They have eye-catching bullet-like logos on them. There are only two people in the whole car, Cassia and the driver, and some tires placed on the back seat of the car.
Necessary supplies. This general-purpose tank was originally supposed to have a .50 heavy machine gun, but because it is a vehicle that picks up and drop off people, it spends a lot of time running in places with a lot of people, so a long time ago
All the heavy machine guns have been dismantled. Otherwise, appearing with such a ferocious appearance in a place where ordinary people gather, especially in Manomali, which is the capital of the empire, will indeed cause quite a commotion.
With this kind of caliber and power, even ordinary bullets can blast the enemy in half with one shot. And all general-purpose firearms in the empire can be equipped with platinum bullets. Therefore, in some battles, the .50 heavy machine gun also serves as a
Playing the role of a small dumb cannon, a bullet from a ammunition box can pierce a tank into scrap metal piled up in a garbage dump.
But now it has been dismantled, and the place where the bullet box was stored has been changed into a suitcase, housing Cassia's luggage.