When Ander came out of the manor full of vitality, Chu Zihang had been waiting there for a long time with a rocket launcher on his shoulder.
Ander pointed in a direction and said to Chu Zihang: "Stay far away and fight over there. That's the arsenal."
Then, accompanied by fire and explosions, Ander and Chu Zihang left the manor.
"I don't understand, Master, why the college's revenge is so..." Chu Zihang pondered for a while before he could organize his words: "It's so petty."
Ender used the Cleansing Technique on himself to clean up the blood stains. He shook his head and said, "Because we don't know what to do. The drug-selling organization's lair is very deep, so we can only 'weed' it again and again."
, to ensure the cleanliness around the college.”
Chu Zihang wanted to say something more, but Ander stopped him and continued: "In China, it might not be difficult to uproot them at all, but here, if you want to do it, you have to kill at least half of the congressmen in the United States.
Then check all the politicians in North and South America."
"So I can only vent my anger on them," Ender rubbed his chin and thought, "What do you think if I drop a hydrogen bomb in the White House?"
Chu Zihang immediately felt like he was dying. He knew Ander's character. Being able to say such things usually meant that he really wanted to do such a thing.
"Master, this may cause a global nuclear war," Chu Zihang said meticulously, but the sudden appearance of cold sweat on his forehead still revealed his inner nervousness: "The world will be destroyed.
"No, the people in the equipment department have calculated it. At most, the first ten years will be more troublesome." Ander then thought about it: "Maybe we can also add the Pentagon?"
"The college will be very troublesome," Chu Zihang continued: "I believe Principal Ange would not want you to do such a thing."
Ander spread his hands helplessly: "Forget it then, I'm still waiting for the little golden retriever to come on stage to watch the cross talk."
Hearing Ander's reply, Chu Zihang quietly breathed a sigh of relief and drove through the college's grand gate toward the underground garage.
After parking the car, the two of them took the elevator all the way up to the executive department headquarters, which was also located below. It was a building full of science fiction style. The hall was filled with various display screens, and people from all over the world.
Information is aggregated here.
Schneider, whose face was covered with scars, stood there with a hose inserted from his throat, dominating his breathing. Although his body was damaged in many places, compared with his two friends Guderian and Manstein, Schneider had
One advantage:
He has more hair.
Perhaps it is because most of the organs have been replaced by machines and the hair follicles on the head have been fully nourished. A middle-aged man in his fifties still has a head of hair that can make young people envious.
Now, Minister Schneider, who has plenty of hair, feels that his hair is decreasing day by day. For the sake of the college's mission, he has to negotiate with those politicians who are full of bad intentions and try every means to coerce and induce them to give up their original interests.
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The reason why gangsters are gangsters is inseparable from the protection of those white people above. If they are not dealt with, the next gangster will appear sooner or later.
Fortunately, what the college wants is not to crack down on gangs, but to temporarily suppress the activities of gangs. Otherwise, Minister Schneider's head might be as bright as his good friend Manstein's head now.
Seeing Ander and Chu Zihang coming out of the elevator, Schneider stepped forward to take the equipment from Chu Zihang, and complained to Ander: "Principal Ander, your previous actions were a bit too much, you may
It irritates the fragile nerves of those politicians."
Ender glanced at Schneider in surprise: "Don't you always care about this kind of thing?"
Schneider sighed, and the hose around his neck made a low hum: "Now I realize how annoying those people are. I wanted to shoot that person twice in the conference room this morning."
Ander looked at Schneider with pity, pulled Chu Zihang and ran out of the execution department. Ander didn't want to be tricked by Schneider into chatting with those people, even if he was a brass dragon.
Even brass dragons have tempers.
In the student dormitory, Lu Mingfei had already fallen into a deep sleep after a tiring day, still holding the Druid dictionary given to him by Ander in his arms.
After seeing the magic in Caesar's hands, Lu Mingfei gradually became convinced of what Ander said. After returning, he took a dictionary written in Druid and read it word by word until he fell asleep.
In his sleep, Lu Mingfei found himself in a forest. In front of him was a towering tree. Its huge roots were entangled and growing in the ground. The trunk grew straight to the sky. The huge tree crown was lush and lush.
The entire land was covered in black shadow.
"World Tree..." Lu Mingfei raised his sore neck and stared at the oval leaves on the tree without blinking: "What Uncle De said is true."
He stepped forward and came to the foot of the big tree. Beside the brown trunk, a white tiger lay on the ground, and on the tiger's belly, nestled on the tiger's belly, was a purple-skinned beauty with pointed ears.
Lu Mingfei looked at the pointed-eared woman wearing a layer of gauze, and felt something was wrong in his groggy head. This look seemed familiar.
"Well, sister, let me ask you how to get to Moonlight Grove?" Lu Mingfei asked tentatively.
The woman's response was very simple. She took off her thin clothes and walked over like Lu Mingfei. Her voice was like a clear spring: "This time, don't turn into a bear."
The woman's voice was pleasant, but Lu Mingfei finally reacted: "You are Tyrande, the game character in World of Warcraft."
The woman seemed to have no reaction to Lu Mingfei's words. Seeing this, Lu Mingfei shouted to everyone around him: "Lu Mingze, ah, no, No. Zero, come out."
The world came to a standstill at this moment. The beautiful flowers, huge trees, as well as the woman and the white tiger in front of Lu Mingfei all turned into black smoke in an instant, filling the space.
The little boy in a suit walked out of the black mist. At that moment, Lu Mingfei had the illusion that the little boy was shining.
No, it was not an illusion. In this dark world, this child was indeed shining. The light illuminated and broke through the surrounding darkness, making Lu Mingfei walk in front of him involuntarily.
"Brother, you broke my heart," the boy's slender eyebrows knitted together and his eyes were red, looking endearing: "Why, why did you say that name."
"Then what should I call you?" Lu Mingfei relented again.
"How about calling me brother?" The little devil showed a smile that showed success.
Lu Mingfei shuddered. Sure enough, the devil is the devil. He didn't answer, but asked an unexpected question.
"You should be sealed in Siberia now."
The little devil nodded and sat down leisurely, as gracefully as a nobleman having a picnic.
"Then let me ask you," Lu Mingfei leaned over: "Does my father really have ten young wives?"