If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 63 Mission Preparation
"Junior Brother, you have been looking at the mirror for 10 minutes. I know that the action uniform of the executive department is very handsome, but there is no need to be so narcissistic?" Fingel lay on the upper bunk and stared at the mirror in the dormitory, twisting and turning Lin Nian, who went there, couldn't help but say.

It was the eve of the war practice class. Lin Niangang and the freshmen brought back the combat uniforms from the executive department. They were all black leather corsets with tactical vests and belts. Considering the season, they also kindly distributed a trench coat to each of them. , with 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 illusion." Lin Nian twisted nervously, his face a little weird.

"It's normal, the guys in the equipment department huddled all day long in Wat Alheim, where the sun never saw the light of day. What other female creatures are there besides EVA? You know that some things don't need to degenerate, so those guys made it. Of course, the equipment only fits their size." Fingal muttered with a yellow accent, expressing his dissatisfaction with the group of birdmen in the equipment department.

"Did the equipment department offend you?" Lin Nian made a few poses of drawing his gun, and he always felt that he kept moving his arms strangely.

"Junior brother, you look down on me too much, how can the equipment department remember me as a character?" Fingal rolled his eyes: "Wait someday the new weapon from the equipment department that you use exploded in your pocket for no reason. You can see what I mean, those guys are very unreliable, all the stuff they make will explode, the only difference is when it explodes and how powerful it is."

"So unreliable?" Lin Nian alertly checked some of the combat uniforms on his body, trying to find out whether there was something like a backup hidden energy hidden in this outfit.

"It's very unreliable. Anyway, if you meet someone who claims to be the equipment department tomorrow, listen to your brother's advice and stay away from him. Don't even take a piece of chewing gum when he puts it on you. Beware that it's a high-concentration plastic bomb." Fingel said solemnly.

"Does the equipment department only make bombs?"

"The thinking logic of that group of people is very strange, but it has to be denied that they are indeed geniuses." Fingal said: "The cutting-edge weapons research team in the United States has spent ten years researching the most cutting-edge optical sights, just to be able to put The error of the 3-meter sniper is reduced to within [-] centimeters, but the same target, the equipment department only took half a day to complete."

"Mixed-race researchers are so powerful?" Lin Nian was shocked.

"No, they didn't spend time on the development of the optical collimator, but chose to study a new type of explosive warhead, which can blow up everything within ten meters of the hit, so that they don't have to worry about the error of 3 centimeters."

"It's really... a clear mind." 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 can allow ordinary people to carry three tons of things, but the disadvantage is also that the mobility is too poor. Whether facing dragons or dangerous hybrids, they are immobile targets."

"Brother, honestly, do we have the number one machine in our school?"

"The first machine should be unrealistic, but I heard that the guys in the equipment department watched Gundam together some time ago, and now they are working on how to make a land-based version of Zaku"

"Senior brother, if you say this, I won't be sleepy anymore. Can you have a relationship with the equipment department? I want to be a test driver." "Fingal jumped.

"You don't really believe that those lunatics in the equipment department can make Zaku? You might as well look forward to Gawain's mecha than Zaku!" Fingal shouted.

"Anyway, there is a Lancelot model behind Lulu Xiuli." Lin Nian exposed the fact that he was actually a hidden house.

"Junior brother, I suspect that you spend your spare time in the Internet cafe after moving bricks, except for playing CS and watching anime."

"Mecha is a man's romance." Lin Nian sighed: "Why don't you think our academy didn't want to build a giant robot to slay dragons? It's so handsome."

"You are an 'S'-class hybrid, not an 'S'-class pilot. Junior brother, please stay awake. You have to go to slay the dragon tomorrow!" Fingal couldn't help but stretched out his hand and moved Lin Nian's hair.

"It's said to be dragon slaying. But the streets are full of cars and planes. Where did the dragons come from?" Lin Nian patted Fingal's hand and sat back on the lower bunk.

"Remember what I told you some time ago?" Fingal flipped through the book and said, "The task of the executive department is not only to hunt down pure-blooded dragons, but also dangerous mixed-bloods within their jurisdiction, and Most of the tasks of the executive department on weekdays are those out-of-control hybrids, and the real pure-blood dragon awakening incidents are very rare."

"Senior brother, you seem to have said that the target of our mission this time is a serial murderer? Is the other party also a dangerous mixed race?" Lin Nian suddenly remembered this.

"I can't say, but it's very likely." Fingal said, "You should know that we half-bloods have half dragon blood. The level of the blood is judged by the purity of blood. The better the blood, the higher the class. , but there is a limit to all of this.”

"limit?"

"Critical blood limit." Fingel said the business and closed the book: "Our blood has a threshold, if the part of your dragon family exceeds that threshold, you will be assimilated, and your body will appear dragonization phenomenon. , the will will also tend to be violent and slaughter. The more it exceeds the threshold, the harder it is to be called "human". Those dangerous hybrids have stepped over that threshold and traveled farther and farther, and they can no longer be called "human". Instead, it is an alien species that approaches and follows the power of the dragon race, so the tasks of the executive department are collectively referred to as 'slaying dragons' rather than 'slaughtering people'."

"Senior brother, are you trying to tell me not to be soft-hearted?" Lin Nian asked.

"There is this meaning in it." Fingal said: "After all, the freshmen have not been exposed to too many battles and do not understand the cruelty of doing our business."

"'Do our business', you speak like a river and lake."

"Don't be soft, Junior Brother, remember, don't be soft, Senior Brother is not joking with you." Fingal sighed: "Do you know what task I encountered in the first-year war practice class?"

After Fingal said this, Lin Niancai remembered that this guy was also a student who had gone through the war practice class: "Tell me?"

"It's a hostage-saving mission," Fingal said. "A neurotic half-blood kidnapped a girl and locked her in an abandoned building, and that freshman's mission was to storm the building and save the hostages."

"Has anyone been rescued?" Lin Nianzhi asked the key.

"Guess what?" Fingal said: "At that time, our group of freshmen hesitated when they received the detailed report of the task, because the intelligence of the executive department said that the reason for the sudden outbreak of the crazy mixed race was that he had been abused by his father's family since he was a child. Violent him, his mother was beaten to death, and finally one day, when his father pressed him on the kitchen stove to burn his face with the stove, his bloodline was awakened. After breaking free with brute force, he picked up the kitchen knife and chopped his father to pieces. Shaozi."

"So the kidnapped girl is actually his sister." Fingal lay on the top bunk with his hands on the back of his head and looked at the ceiling: "My biological sister, five years younger than him, his sister has been with him since he was a child, and his father's He was beaten, and he was always in the role of a protector. Every time his father wanted to beat his sister, he hugged her and resisted all the beatings with his body, so logically he loved his sister very much. The freshmen are considering whether to use Huairou's means to persuade him."

"I guess the result is not satisfactory." Lin Nian said.

"Well, we delayed the time to attack the building because of the disunity of internal opinions. When we all agreed, it was already too late." Fingal nodded calmly: "We calculated the time, in the early morning of the next day. When the enemy was resting and sleeping, he lurked into the building, kicked the door with thunder and stormed in. When I held the firearm loaded with Frigga bullets against the half-blood brother's forehead and loudly asked him where the hostage was, he was surprised. He didn't say he was just touching his stomach."

"No way." Lin Young said in a low voice.

"That's why I said that the dangerous hybrids can no longer be called 'humans'. Maybe they still have a trace of humanity in their hearts, but the violence brought by the dragon's blood will distort their three views and make them do some incredible and terrifying things. "If we had chosen to break out of the building earlier that day, our sister, who might have been a hostage, would not have died, while we were still debating how to give our enemies 'human rights' and 'rehabilitation'," Fingel said. , everything is already too late. So Junior Brother, don't be soft-hearted in the face of those enemies, otherwise it will only be other innocent people who will suffer."

"Senior brother, do I look like a soft-hearted person?" Lin Nian asked.

"I don't know, killing and killing chickens are two different things, what's more, many people don't even dare to kill chickens. When a living creature is in front of you, if you stab a knife into his body, he will splatter blood, and will Wail, beg for mercy, cry, you feel him wriggling and rolling in your hands and you feel a sense of disgust in your heart," Fingel said.

"That's why guns were invented to reduce the guilt of murderers." Lin Nian touched the holster on his tactical belt.

"Do you think that if you catch the prisoner tomorrow, you will give him a good time?" Fingal asked, "Put the gun to his head, and even the Friga bullets at that distance will make his brains go crazy. Zhensan, can you really go down and fire a gun?"

"I don't know." Lin Nian shook his head: "Miyamoto Yixin 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 tomorrow will be that time. already."

"Hey, you're so confident that you can catch the culprit?" Fingal whistled.

"I have a hunch." Lin Nian pinched his eyebrows: "I feel like something will happen to this war practice class."

"Want to hear some advice from someone who's been here?"

"Of course." Lin Nian shrugged.

"That is, serial killers are very good at hiding their identities, so when you are in a crisis of identification and cannot identify the murderer, remember that the handsome and beautiful people are mostly mixed races." Fingal said seriously.

"what?"

"Literally." Fingal said: "Mixed bloodlines are superior to ordinary people in all aspects. Strength, speed, and endurance are one of the determinants of nature's survival of the fittest. At the same time, appearance is also an important advantage for mate selection and reproduction. Mixed blood All species are gifted in this respect, so apart from those who were disfigured the day after tomorrow, I have hardly seen any mixed-race species that look ugly."

After Fingal said this, Lin Niancai remembered that he had never seen a middle-aged student at Kassel Academy, everyone was so handsome that they could go to the filming of youth idol dramas.

"You are an example, Junior Brother. As an 'S' class, you are quite handsome and worthy of the 'S' class title." Fingal gave a thumbs up, Lin Nian did not refute and accepted it humbly. Recognition from the senior: "So, if you are not sure who the murderer is when you perform the task, then look at the most handsome one in the crowd. Most of the guy is the one you are looking for and has not run away!"

Fingal flicked his finger: "Also, keep this."

Lin Nian responded quickly, raised his hand and grabbed the thing that fell from the upper bunk. When he opened his hand, he found that it was a 9mm steel core bullet. The brass wrapped on the outer layer refracted the white light under the illumination of the light.

"Senior brother has a source of intelligence. This time your mission location is very crowded and the location is very sensitive, so you will not be given live ammunition to freshmen. This bullet is cherished and used, maybe it will have a miraculous effect at a critical time." Fen Gerr said lazily.

Lin Nian grabbed the bullet and didn't ask Fingal where it came from. He just looked up thoughtfully at Erlang's legs that were swept up in the upper bunk.

(End of this chapter)