Today is the last day of military training. Lu Mingfei stood straight in the queue.
Putting a pistol by his side, Lu Mingfei now felt that it was integrated with him.
In the last stage of military training, Lu Mingfei showed amazing talent in firearms. The bullets hit his heart as if they had eyes, and defeated most of his peers with a crushing attitude.
This allowed Lu Mingfei to get into the eyes of the execution department in advance, and now the execution department has begun to discuss how to develop this S-level talent.
In addition to him, there are some people whose performance also made the executive department commissioners watching the military training shine, such as Ling, who is currently at the front of the team.
This petite girl was as tough as a rock on an iceberg when faced with training subjects that would scare even a seven-foot-long man. Even if the instructor consciously reduced her training volume, she still meticulously completed those frighteningly intense training subjects.
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However, Zero's priority is not as high as Lu Mingfei's. The main problem is her petite figure and overly prominent face. The executive department is worried that someone will sue them for employing child labor.
At this time, Schneider, the director of the execution department, was standing in front of the team, looking at this batch of freshmen.
In the team, Lu Mingfei also saw this guy with scars all over his body. A hose protruded from his throat and was inserted into the machine on his waist.
This appearance that could make a child cry at night obviously calmed the freshmen in the team. Everyone remained motionless and stared at the executive director with a fearless attitude.
"You guys," Schneider finally spoke, his voice hoarse, like a slow saw pulling wood.
"You seem to think you are very powerful. After training for a month, you have become stronger?"
Schneider sneered, and the scar on his face made an ugly expression:
"I'm here to tell you the difference between you and a real warrior."
"Now, line up and follow me."
Schneider led the freshmen across the campus and came to a very dilapidated-looking building. It had five floors, no windows, and the white walls were mottled and riddled with bullet holes.
"The last scene of the military training is a comprehensive exercise." Schneider turned around, "This is the exercise location."
A strong man from the logistics department came out with a box of bullets and placed it on the ground next to Schneider.
"Each person has a magazine of Frigga bullets. After loading the bullets, enter the building." Schneider pointed to the ammunition box on the ground with his chin, and pulled the hose across his clothes, making an uneasy rustling sound.
"The exercise lasts for two hours. You need to survive the attacks of two high-risk hybrid species."
Schneider put his hands behind his back and glanced at the rookies.
"Of course, we won't let you face high-risk hybrids directly. Those two hybrids will be played by your seniors."
As soon as Schneider finished speaking, two figures, a man and a woman, walked out of the building. Lu Mingfei looked at the girl's red hair and the automatic rifle in her hand, and swallowed quietly.
Caesar and Chen Motong stood at the gate fully armed. The automatic rifles in their hands made the small pistols in the freshmen's hands useless.
"Report to the instructor." The person who spoke was Sam Brown, who had a lot of things to do: "This is not fair."
"The tasks of the execution department are never fair." Schneider's hoarse voice was like a knife, cutting off the last hope of these freshmen.
"Now, shut up and follow your orders."
A month of military training gave these young mixed-races good obedience. They lined up to receive their bullets and entered the building one after another.
With Schneider's hoarse "Drill begins" coming from the building's broadcast, Chen Motong and Caesar both entered the building.
The hunt begins.
The freshmen spontaneously gathered into a group. Lu Mingfei was surrounded by about ten people. Looking at the various faces around him, he asked:
"what should we do?"
Qilan, who had an Indian face, shook his head and mumbled, "I have received a revelation and should follow your path."
Lu Mingfei asked speechlessly: "You can also use the spirit of speech here?"
"It's useless." Qilan's neck shook: "But I used it once on the playground yesterday..."
"What's the result?" the people around asked in unison.
"today……"
"Don't be so secretive and tell me quickly," an international student from China urged.
"The sun will shine today, but it won't rain." A trace of guilt appeared on Qilan's dark face, while the people around him showed disappointed expressions.
"Sorry, I'm used to weather forecasts." Qi Lan scratched his head, pointed at Lu Mingfei and said, "But you are definitely right to follow the road."
The path Qilan mentioned was guiding Mingfei. As an S-class person, he had unknowingly become the backbone of many new students.
"Everyone, come and see this." A man with a Chinese face came over, holding a box of things in his hand.
"It's okay, Old Liu. Where did you find it?" Lu Mingfei was overjoyed when he saw the bullet in Old Liu's hand. If he had supplies, why would he be afraid of high-risk hybrids?
"It's in the room opposite, hidden in the corner. It's probably a supply designed by the school." Lao Liu replied.
The man Lu Mingfei calls Lao Liu is an overseas student from China. His name is Liu Cheng. He comes from China's Sanqin land and has an appearance that resembles the Terracotta Warriors and Horses.
Lu Mingfei and Lao Liu had never known each other before. According to Lao Liu, Lu Mingfei was recommended to Kassel College without taking the college entrance examination, which made many Chinese freshmen jealous, and Lao Liu was one of them.
So during fighting training, Lao Liu pushed Lu Mingfei to the ground without caring about the friendship between his compatriots, and was then pushed to the ground by Lu Mingfei in turn.
Men's friendship always grows in the process of wrestling. When Lu Mingfei threw his Chinese compatriots to the ground one by one, he gained the friendship of these Chinese mixed races with a bruised face.
According to Lao Liu: "Although Lu Mingfei is weak, he is fierce and dares to fight."
After Lao Liu discovered the hidden bullet, Lu Mingfei also found the bullet in the room.
"I suggest that we all stick together now." Old Liu said: "There are only two of them, and even if they are fully armed, they cannot withstand Frigga's bullets."
The boys in the room nodded. The mixed-race people from China have very high military literacy, and their opinions on this kind of matter are very useful.
"As long as we use the facilities in the room to create a bunker, the dozen of us can survive for two hours." Old Liu looked at the room.
Although there are no doors or windows, there are some furniture placed in the room, which is very useful whether it is used to make barricades or bunkers.
"No." Lu Mingfei said, "We have to spread out and stay in the room waiting to die."
"Why?" Lao Liu was puzzled: "The enemy only has rifles and Frigga bullets, which can be completely blocked."
"Not now. I just found this in the drawer." Lu Mingfei opened his palm and found a cylindrical object lying quietly inside.
Everyone with any military training has seen this. It's a grenade, and it's very useful against enemies crowded into a room.
At this moment, there was a crisp collision sound, and the immature freshmen watched helplessly as a grenade of the same style as Lu Mingfei's hand flew in, emitting red smoke.
"I caught you!" Nuonuo's voice came from the door, like a devil's whisper.