They got on the emergency elevator and soared all the way to the ground, just as people from the maintenance department were standing at the door of the freight elevator carrying various materials.
"Where's that demon? Where did it fly?" Loeb shouted.
"Flyed towards the dormitory area." The strong man in the lead replied.
"F**k, isn't dragon species more delicious than humans? Or is it a pervert who only eats young and beautiful women?" Loeb looked solemnly, staring at the maintenance department members who were once the special forces' burly and muscular people.
"Aren't you going to support me?"
Everyone in the maintenance department looked at each other. They used to fight to the death, but now they are security guards. Instead, they hope for peace and stability. "To be honest, I don't want to, we would rather maintain the beauty of the college... I didn't expect that you, the vice president, are still so young. For a moment,
I haven’t recognized it yet.”
"Don't recognize it? I really think you should go to the hospital to have your eyes checked, Delhi!" Loeb glanced at the people behind the strong man, "What level are you at?"
"Reporting to Major General Loeb, they are all 06-level students. They have participated in secret special operations outside the United States. In 2016, they participated in the academy's "Gisma Project". They are now affiliated with the Maintenance Department and are responsible for the security of the academy." Delhi answered at attention. p>
"Who allowed you to re-enter the school to work?"
"Reporting to Major General Loeb, it's you."
"That's okay. We are all soldiers, and fighting is our duty..." Loeb frowned and shook his head, seeming to lament the student's depravity.
He pulled out a dazzling gold-plated card from his pocket and slapped it on Delhi's chest. "Forget it, hurry up and repair the damaged laboratory, especially the dragon's laboratory. Contact the Department of Transportation and have the dragon's laboratory repaired immediately."
The wreckage was moved to an SS-level safe room. By the way, help me find my knife. It may be in a room near the 16th floor underground. If you find it, send it over immediately."
He didn't wait for Delhi's answer, turned around and ran towards the dormitory area. Philip followed hurriedly. The comparison between the whiskey in his hand and Winchester's really looked like a clown.
When the two ran to the disaster front line, bullets and bullets were flying through the night. Bai Xue missed the target and hit the shadow in the center. The war had already begun.
The bullet was like a roaring ghost, steaming on the snowy night. Loeb quickly pulled Philip to his side, and the bullet steadily shattered the vase on the fountain behind him.
"My mother... take cover quickly, these bastards can't turn on infrared when fighting at night." Philip shouted.
"You don't even turn on the lights, but you turn on the infrared. What a helper!" Loeb yelled.
The two of them were closely behind the pillars. The dormitory area was designed by famous Roman art and architecture craftsmen, so there were Roman pillars everywhere. But in this scene, these Roman pillars looked more like tombstones... Someone was holding it.
If the sniper rifle misses, they will definitely die. But Philip noticed something strange, there was a ray of heat behind him. He turned around and looked, and saw a boy leaning against him like an untrained soldier on the battlefield. "Lize? Oh, my dear student, I didn't expect you to be so brave. Hart should still be sleeping, right?" Philip was very pleased.
"Professor?" Li Ze was surprised. His mind was blank at first, thinking that he would die in the hands of friendly forces if he didn't die in the hands of the enemy. Unexpectedly, he met his professor by accident.
"I heard that our little boy was so good that he became the vice president of the DL club on the first day he entered school. It is a paradise for men. I will order a few boxes of Dihuang Pills for you," Philip said.
"It's better not to leave, Professor, I feel like you will be a hard worker if you go in..."
"Get down!" Loeb said, falling down with the agility of a warrior. Li Ze could almost hear the bullet whizzing past his head. Although the Glock in his hand only had one bullet, its weight was understandable.
He was very sure of the authenticity of the bullets in the academy. He was completely stupid. This academy claimed to fight against the devil of original sin, but in the end, like a madman, it directly opened friendly damage and hurt friendly parties.
"Damn it, which professor handed over the people from the executive department?" Philip said angrily.
"Assyria, that lunatic who likes to fly helicopters." Loeb stretched his head to investigate.
"That dog, I must ask him to treat me to a pot of mandarin duck pot tomorrow." Philip shouted.
His life ended at the moment when he finished speaking. A bullet, whose kinetic energy could not be blocked by the side of the Roman column, was shot directly into his body at high speed. The dark blue suit that had just been ironed was left with a big hole.
A wave of blood spurted out of the hole. Philip lowered his head nervously and cursed: "Gan!"
Then he collapsed to the ground, and Loeb turned around nervously, but when he saw the colors surrounding the hole, he followed Philip and cursed, "Which bastard fights with tranquilizer bombs? It's not real CSGO, it's actual combat! Actual combat! I don't want to die.
Just turn on the light for me."
The students in the battle seemed to hear Loeb's voice, and hurriedly put down their guns, ran to the top of the building and turned on the searchlights.
"Devil!"
"The real devil!"
Although they have learned a lot in class, when they see real living animals, they are like medical students preparing for practice, and they have no idea what to do with the little rabbit in front of them.
Fear occupied their heads, and the terrifying appearance of the big demon made their legs tremble. They were flowers in the greenhouse, most of them came from capitalists and nobles, and most of them were rich young men and young ladies. Letting them go to the battlefield with guns was simply a waste of time.
Talking on paper is nonsense, no wonder so few people graduate from the executive department every year.
"What level are you at?" Loeb turned and stared at Li Ze.
"Level 2...level 23." Li Ze answered very tangledly.
"Level 23? Oh, those three freshmen. Yes, very good. I will give you full marks for your courage in your field practice next year." Loeb slapped Li Ze hard on the shoulder.
"What do you mean?" Li Ze was a little confused.
"I am your field practice teacher for the freshman semester, and I am very satisfied with your performance today." Loeb covered Philip's wide-open eyes as if he were dead, "Have you ever fought?"
Li Ze shook his head.
"Then follow me." Loeb stood up, took out a magazine from his trouser bag that was obviously not for a pistol and threw it to Li Ze, "The Glock in your hand should be from the academy. It must have been used by the equipment department.
Helped the madman to modify the magazine and gun body, and the bullets of the rifle are completely suitable. Remember, newborn, its weakness is its heart, which is behind its belly button."
Li Ze took a look and saw that the bullet in the magazine had a brass bullet, which should be a bullet suitable for conventional weapons, but Loeb immediately took out a blood-red crystal bullet and put it in his hand.
"That's that?" Li Ze was shocked, because as soon as the crystal bullet touched his skin, the blood in his body suddenly accelerated, making his brain instantly dizzy.
"'Dawn' is something obtained by refining the blood extracted from the specimen." Loeb looked at Li Ze, who was in a daze, and frowned and said, "It is used in critical situations. It is very precious."