Pirates of Extreme Chaos

a Get up at 4:00.

a 4:00~5:00 Wash up and read to enrich your knowledge reserve.

a 5:00~7:00 Morning exercise, aerobic exercise: push-ups, squats, sit-ups, and -kilometer run.

a 7:00~7:30 breakfast.

a 7:30~11:30 Basic physical training in college courses.

a 11:30~p 1:00 Lunch, nap.

p 1:00~7:30 Academy courses include fighting, torture and other irregular training.

p 7:30~8:00 Dinner.

p 8:00~10:00 Free time, reading to enrich knowledge reserve.

p 10:00~a 4:00 Wash and rest.

Above, stage plan.

"Susu~"

Stopping writing and tapping the tip of his pencil hesitantly on his notebook, Brad chewed on the eraser tip and thought deeply.

"You can't just immerse yourself in training," Brad muttered.

"Yeah." In the double room dormitory, the black-haired boy on the opposite bed smiled and closed the book: "What did you say Brad?"

Brad also didn't expect that after he moved into the dormitory of Cipher Pol Secret Service Academy, his roommate would be a Red Corpse Hidden Man. Tatsumaki and Mosquito Girl would want to share the room with Brad, but after all, there are differences between men and women, even if they are brats. .

"Nothing." Through the window, Brad stared at the dark night for a while, then raised his chin and said, "Those books will come in handy."

The Red Corpse Hidden Man's expression remained unchanged and said: "Of course I would like to express my gratitude again."

In view of Brad's age and the fact that the transfer students are far behind the progress of the "Rookie Agent Reserve" course, the college had earlier treated Brad more loosely until Brad showed outstanding talent and reached the normal level of his classmates. , they strengthened their control and asked Brad to live on campus. When Brad could go home for the last time to inform his family, the hidden corpse who was confirmed to be his roommate asked Brad to help buy some medical books.

From the fact that the Red Corpse Hidden Man needed some medical books, Brad wondered if other students also needed things that the college did not provide.

The answer is definitely yes.

Sweet candies and snacks, pleasant toys and games, new styles of floral clothes, even many people have longed for nicotine and alcohol numbness due to vicissitudes of life at a young age. Both boys and girls have their own demands, but the college will not satisfy them all. There are financial constraints, and there is also the hope that students can sharpen their aspirations through a life of poverty. In addition, not everyone has money. Students who are mostly orphans have cleaner pockets than their faces.

"Smuggle items outside the academy, sell them to earn pocket money, or solicit favors to start building a network of connections.", Brad calculated.

Obviously in the World Government, strength and talent are not absolutely equal to status. A few days ago, Spandam's father Spangdyne inspected the academy as a high-level cipher pol. Brad still remembered it. His domineering perception of Spandam's How weak Dyne is.

But if you think about it carefully, why does Spangdine have the right to be a high-ranking member of Cipher Pol and command elites who are many times more powerful than him? Brad doesn't know, but he knows that Spangdyne has good interpersonal relationships and knows how to behave. When he inspected the academy, the academy The instructor welcomed him very much, maybe because he brought a lot of gifts, but everyone was very happy anyway.

With a plan in mind, Brad put down his notebook calmly and said: "You like medical books, you plan to be a doctor."

"It's a dream." The man hiding behind the red corpse smiled slightly, with a hint of melancholy.

Brad thought for a while, clenched his fists and encouraged: "Come on, good night."

midnight.

"Squeak~~~"

The door opened.

A sneaky figure walked to Brad's bedside, it was Bill, the bald instructor.

Putting his hand on Brad's forehead, Bill spoke softly, like a whispering devil: "Forget your troubles, forget your thoughts, including forgetting who you are. Now, you are the most loyal soldier of the government, bathe in the divine light. Messenger of justice, you”

"Swish"

"puff"

The sudden flash of the knife grazed Bill's neck, causing him to collapse to the ground in fright.

Brad, who seemed to be sleeping, sat up abruptly, his golden eyes opened angrily, and he stared at Bill nervously, and without hesitation, he waved the wallpaper knife sharpening the pencil in his hand again.

"Damn it, stop it, please help me."

Bill couldn't help but screamed repeatedly, rolling and crawling in a panic.

"what happened"

"Probably Good-for-nothing Bill was frightened again."

"Hahaha~~~"

""

The awakened students laughed wantonly, forming a sea of ​​joy for a while.

After driving Bill away, Brad fell to the ground and seemed to have fallen asleep again. Of course he was pretending. He didn't want to be brainwashed, especially since Bill's hands were carrying unknown drugs, which he smelled.

The next day.

"Do you still remember what happened last night?" the Red Corpse Hidden asked hesitantly.

Brad looked blank: "What's the matter?"

"Oh, you rolled over and fell to the floor. I helped you get on the bed." The Red Corpse Hidden Man saw through it but didn't say anything.

The corners of Brad's mouth turned up: "Then you'd better be careful~ I tend to kill people in my dreams."

"No one will believe you until you actually kill someone." The Red Corpse Hidden Man sighed.

Brad laughed it off and carried out the plan step by step.

morning exercise.

"Little Brad~~~ I can't run anymore." Tornado opened his arms in anger and tried to be lazy after only running two or three hundred meters.

Brad backed up helplessly, carrying the tornado on his back, and taught him a lesson: "Five kilometers, you have to run the rest by yourself. After just a few days, don't forget that you are the one who wants to protect my sister."

"", Tatsumaki, fell asleep.

"I'll do it." Mosquito Girl was afraid that Brad would be too tired.

Brad shook his head and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. Come with me to the city of Mariejoia at noon today."

And the college office.

"Damn little bastard, look at the good things he did." Bill pointed at the knot on his neck with lingering fear: "He wants to kill me, he wants to kill me."

"He did it on purpose," Gozici frowned.

"Who knows, there are too many weirdos in this class of rookies."

"Stop complaining, Bill. It's entirely your fault that you were careless and careless and went to hypnosis without knowing whether the children were asleep or not. Nowadays, many children are consciously resisting brainwashing. It's all your fault. It's obviously a secret work but Everyone knows it.”

"It's just a six-year-old scaring the shit out of you. It's so embarrassing."

""

The topic quickly went off track.

"Speaking of which, it will be time for them to come into contact with real power. By then it will be clear which one is a genius and which one is dead wood. We can also readjust the training subjects according to their specialties." Gozhi took a bite of the sandwich. He said vaguely: "I know the level of which ace agents I want to ask to help me, and I don't dare to mislead others."

"How about Father Alexander Andreessen of cp9"

"Good candidate, why do you think of him?"

"I didn't read the internal news. He has made great achievements recently."

"I recommend Barbara."

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