"Junior brother, you have been looking in front of the mirror for ten minutes. I know the execution uniforms are very handsome, but there is no need to be so narcissistic?" Fingel lay on the upper bunk and looked at the bedroom mirror and kept twisting.
Lin Nian, who was twisting away, couldn't help but say.
It was the eve of the war practice class. Lin Niangang and the freshmen received combat uniforms from the execution department. They were all black leather corsets with tactical vests and belts. Considering the season, each of them was kindly given a windbreaker.
, wearing the epaulette of the Half-Dead World Tree on his shoulders, and the school badge on his chest.
"No, I just feel that the crotch is a little tight. I don't know if it's my imagination." Lin Nian twisted his face uneasily and looked a little weird.
"Normally, those guys in the equipment department huddle in the dark Alheim all day long. What other female creatures are there besides EVA? You must know that some things will degrade if they are not used, so those guys made them
Of course, the equipment only fits their size." Fingel muttered in a pornographic tone, expressing his dissatisfaction with the birdmen in the equipment department.
"Has the equipment department ever offended you?" Lin Nian made a few poses of drawing a gun, but he always felt something strange about his arms.
"Junior brother, you think too highly of me. How can the Equipment Department remember a person like me?" Fingel rolled his eyes: "One day, the new weapon issued by the Equipment Department that you used exploded inexplicably in your pocket.
Now you understand what I mean, those guys are very unreliable, and most of the things they make will explode. The only difference is when it explodes and how powerful it is."
"So unreliable?" Lin Nian vigilantly checked some of the combat uniforms on his body, trying to find out whether there was something like a backup hidden energy source hidden in this outfit.
"It's extremely unreliable. Anyway, if you meet someone claiming to be from the Equipment Department tomorrow, follow my senior brother's advice and stay away from him. Don't even take a piece of chewing gum if he puts it in your hand. Be careful, that thing is a highly concentrated plastic bomb."
Fingel said seriously.
"Does the Equipment Department only know how to make bombs?"
"The thinking logic of that group of people is very strange, but I have to deny that they are indeed geniuses." Fingel said: "The American cutting-edge weapons research team spent ten years studying the most cutting-edge optical sights, just to be able to
The error of 1,000-meter sniper shooting dropped to within 3 centimeters, but it only took the equipment department half a day to complete the same target."
"Mixed-race scientific researchers are so powerful?" Lin Nian was shocked.
"No, they didn't spend time on the development of optical sights. Instead, they chose to research a new type of explosive warhead that can blow up everything within ten meters of the impact point, so they don't have to worry about the 3 centimeter error."
"What a strange way of thinking." Lin Nian was a little stunned.
"But I have to say that they are still very talented in some crooked ways. For example, they have successfully created an exoskeleton device that allows ordinary people to carry three tons of things. However, the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, the mobility is too poor.
No matter if it’s a dragon or a dangerous hybrid, it’s an immovable target.”
"Senior brother, tell me the truth, does our school have Unit 1?"
"Unit No. 1 may not be realistic, but I heard that the guys in the equipment department watched Gundam together some time ago, and are now working on how to make a land-based version of Zaku."
"Brother, if you tell me this, I won't be sleepy anymore. Can you get in touch with the equipment department? I want to be a test driver." The next moment, Lin Nian's head jumped onto the upper bunk, and he was shocked. He was watching "The Birth of Tragedy"
》Fingal jumps.
"You don't really believe that those lunatics in the equipment department can build Zaku, do you? Instead of Zaku, you might as well look forward to Gawain's mecha!" Fingel yelled.
"At least there is a Lancelot model in the back of Lelouch." Lin Nian revealed the fact that he was actually a recluse.
"Junior brother, I suspect that in your free time after moving bricks in the Internet cafe, apart from playing CS, you spend all your free time watching anime."
"Mechas are a man's romance." Lin Nian sighed: "You think our college didn't think about building giant robots to slay dragons? That would be so cool."
"You are an 'S'-level hybrid, not an 'S'-level pilot. Junior brother, please wake up, you have to slay a dragon tomorrow!" Fingel couldn't help but reach out and hold Lin Nian's hair and move it.
"They say they are slaying dragons, but the streets are full of cars and airplanes. Where did the dragons come from?" Lin Nian slapped Fingel's hand away and sat back on the lower bunk.
"Do you still remember what I told you some time ago?" Fingel flipped through the book and said: "The mission of the Execution Department is not only to hunt down pure-blooded dragons, but dangerous hybrids are also within their jurisdiction, and
On weekdays, most of the missions of the execution department are those out-of-control hybrids, and there are very few incidents of true pure-blood dragons awakening."
"Senior brother, you seemed to have said before that the target of our mission this time was the murderer of a serial murder case? Is the other party also a dangerous hybrid?" Lin Nian suddenly remembered this.
"It's impossible to say for sure, but it's very likely." Fingel said: "You should know that we mixed-race species all have half dragon blood. The purity of the blood is used to judge the level. The better the blood, the higher the level.
, however there is a limit to all this.”
"limit?"
"Critical blood limit." Fingel got down to business and closed the book: "Our bloodline has a threshold. If the part of you that belongs to the dragon family exceeds that threshold, you will be assimilated and your body will transform into a dragon.
, the will will also tend to be violent and killing. The more it exceeds the threshold, the harder it is to be called a "human". Those dangerous hybrids have crossed that threshold and gone further and further. They can no longer be called "human"
Instead, they are approaching and following the power of the dragon clan, so the tasks of the execution department are also collectively referred to as 'dragon slaying' rather than 'human slaying'."
"Senior brother, do you want me to be gentle?" Lin Nian asked.
"There is such a meaning in it." Fingel said: "After all, the freshmen have not been exposed to too many battles and do not understand the cruelty of our profession."
"'Do what we do', you speak with a quaint air."
"Don't be soft, junior brother, remember, don't be soft, senior brother is not kidding you." Fingel sighed: "Do you know what mission I encountered in the war practice class in my freshman year?"
When Fingel said this, Lin Nian remembered that this guy was also a student who had experienced war practice classes: "Tell me about it?"
"It's a hostage rescue mission." Fingel said: "A psychotic hybrid kidnapped a girl and locked her in an abandoned building. The freshman's mission was to storm the building and rescue the hostages."
"Has the person been rescued?" Lin Nian asked directly the key point.
"Guess what?" Fingel said: "At that time, our group of freshmen hesitated when they received the detailed report of the mission, because the intelligence from the execution department said that the reason for the sudden outbreak of the psychotic hybrid was that he had been abused at home since he was a child, and his father's family
He was violently raped and his mother was beaten to death. Finally one day when his father pushed him on the kitchen stove and tried to burn his face with the stove fire, his bloodline awakened. He used brute force to break free and then picked up a kitchen knife and chopped his father into pieces.
Smell."
"So the kidnapped girl is actually his sister." Fingel was lying on the upper bunk with his hands on the back of his head and looking at the ceiling: "His biological sister is five years younger than him. His sister has been with him since he was a child and suffered from his father.
He was beaten violently, and he has always been a protector. Every time his father wanted to beat his sister, he hugged her and resisted all the beatings with his body, so logically speaking, he loved his sister very much. At that time, we
The freshmen are all considering whether to use gentle methods to persuade him."
"I guess the result is unsatisfactory." Lin Nian said.
"Well, we delayed the attack on the building because of internal disagreements. When we all reached an agreement, it was already too late." Fingel nodded calmly: "We calculated the time, and in the early morning of the next day
The enemy lurked into the building while he was resting and sleeping. He kicked open the door with thunderous force and stormed in. When I held a firearm loaded with Frigga bullets to the head of the mixed-race brother and loudly asked him where the hostages were, what surprised him?
I didn’t say I just touched my belly.”
"No way." Lin young said in a low voice.
"That's why I say that dangerous hybrids can no longer be called 'human'. Maybe they still have a trace of humanity in their hearts, but the violence brought by dragon blood will distort their outlook and make them do some unbelievable and extremely terrifying things."
Fingal said: "If we had chosen to break out of the building earlier that day, my sister who might have been taken as a hostage would not have died. When we were still debating how to give our enemies 'human rights' and 'rehabilitate'
, everything is already too late. So, junior brother, don’t be soft when facing those enemies, otherwise it will only be other innocent people who suffer the consequences."
"Senior brother, do I look like a soft-hearted person?" Lin Nian asked.
"I don't know. Killing people and killing chickens are two different things. What's more, many people nowadays don't even dare to kill chickens. When a living creature is in front of you, if you stick a knife into its body, it will splatter blood.
Wail, beg for mercy, cry, and when you feel him twisting and rolling in your hands, you will feel a sense of nausea in your heart," Fingel said.
"So guns were invented to reduce the guilt of murderers." Lin Nian touched the empty space of the holster on his tactical belt.
"Do you think if you catch the criminal tomorrow, you will give him a clean and tidy death?" Fingel asked: "Put the gun against his head. Even a Frigga bullet will destroy his brain at that distance.
Zhenfen, are you really capable of using your hands and firing a gun?"
"I don't know." Lin Nian shook his head: "Miyamoto Isshin said something to me before. He said that you can only know what kind of person you are when you meet a 'choice', so it seems that that time will be tomorrow.
Already."
"Hey, you haven't even scratched the surface yet, and you're so confident that you can catch the criminal?" Fingel whistled.
"I have a hunch." Lin Nian pinched his eyebrows: "I feel like something will go wrong in this war practice class."
"Would you like to hear some advice from others?"
"Of course." Lin Nian shrugged.
"That is, serial murderers are very good at hiding their identities, so when you are in a crisis of identification and cannot identify the murderer, remember that generally handsome and beautiful people are mostly mixed races." Fingel said seriously.
"What?"
"Literally." Finger said: "Mixed-bloods are superior to ordinary people in all aspects. Strength, speed, and endurance are one of the decisive factors in nature's survival of the fittest. At the same time, appearance is also an important advantage in choosing a mate and reproducing. Mixed-bloods
All species are gifted in this area, so except for those who are disfigured after birth, it is almost impossible to see any mixed-race species that are ugly."
When Fingel said this, Lin Nian remembered that he had never seen any attractive students in Kassel College. Everyone was so handsome that they could be filmed in youth idol dramas.
"You are an example, junior brother. As an 'S' class, you are handsome and quite distinctive. You are worthy of the title of 'S' class." Fingel gave a thumbs up. Lin Nian did not refute his very modest words.
Accepting the approval from the seniors: "So, if you are not sure who is the murderer when performing a mission, then look at the most handsome guy in the crowd. That guy is probably the person you are looking for and has not run away!"
Fingel snapped his fingers: "And, keep this."
Lin Nian reacted quickly and raised his hand to grab something that had fallen from the upper bunk. When he opened his hand, he found that it was a 9mm steel-core bullet. The brass wrapped in the outer layer reflected white light under the light.
"Brother, we have an intelligence source. This time, your mission location has a lot of traffic and the location is very sensitive, so we will not issue live ammunition to you freshmen. Use this bullet carefully. It may have miraculous effects at a critical moment." Fen
Geer said lazily.
Lin Nian held the bullet and did not ask Fingel where he got it. He just looked up thoughtfully at the legs of the man on the upper bunk who were carelessly crossed.