star pact general

Emmons, Zephyr, and the captains of the Eight Eagles were all dressed in formal attire and stood on the huge inverted vertebral platform in the center of the military training base in Area A. In addition, there were more than a dozen medical staff from the laboratory.

The biochemical warriors who cooperated with this drill and the candidates who participated in the second round of prototypes each held their own equipment and stood on the outer playground in batches.

On the terrace further outside, there were forty or fifty spectator candidates sitting sporadically.

They are all little devils who have been training in the seventh district for less than six months, and they are not qualified to participate in the remaining personnel.

Wearing an expensive black gold-edged military uniform, black military boots that do not reach the calf, coupled with Emmons' straight and resolute face, it instantly makes people feel a majestic and domineering general.

He raised his chin slightly, squinted his eyes and glanced at the scorching sun, with a little silver hair protruding from the brim of his military hat on his forehead, and he was stabbed, making him look more and more majestic.

He casually glanced at the spectating candidates on the terrace, took out a cigarette from his military uniform pocket, lit it, and called Zephyr next to him, "Start."

Zephyr still had an expressionless expression on his face. He saluted Emmons as a military salute, and said calmly to the communication light screen on his wrist, "Isolate the outer terrace, clear the external signal source, A All entrances and exits in the area and space light control tracks are temporarily closed, and 25 three-dimensional virtual battlefields start counting down."

"Yes." On the communication light screen, Ottie accepted the instruction neatly.

Then, Zeffier took a step forward, looked down at the crowd from a high position, and said in a deep voice, "According to the serial number drawn by everyone yesterday, this second round of preliminary model rehearsal will be divided into 5 groups, 25 people in a group, each with a virtual battlefield."

His cold gaze swept across Zeka intentionally or unintentionally, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He put one hand behind his back, and raised the other hand to press down on the brim of the yellow, green and black military cap. It is expected that only 30 people will be left at most.”

Zephyr's expression, coupled with that tone, is as simple and natural as saying "I had breakfast today", without any doubt.

As for Lin Lin, who was sitting in the open-air viewing seats, when he heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and his hands were clenched suddenly - 125 people, only 30 at most?Has the initial model rehearsal for the major general assessment in the seventh district already gone to this extent?

He stared at Zelis, frowned slightly, oh, this is the genius brother Zeka mentioned, right?

Zephyr.

"Cut~"

Lin Lin turned her head and pursed her lips, folded her arms around her chest, and snorted disdainfully, "Facial nerve necrosis? Someone owed him a lot of threads? It seems that it's not as fun as Zeka at all!"

Mengmeng squatted on top of his head, turned over, yawned, squinted her animal eyes and moaned lazily, "Beet, I have to go to the e-library at nine o'clock, don't forget meow~"

After glancing at it, Lin Lin raised his hand to look at his watch, and then searched around the playground outside Area A.

Zeka is the first group. If that guy is faster and the things I gave him temporarily yesterday can be used flexibly, it shouldn't be a big problem to complete the task before nine o'clock!

In fact, Zeka was really a very inconspicuous guy standing among this group of equally dressed candidates.

He doesn't have the tall and tall, tough and handsome soldiers, nor does he have the energy shown by first-level physical fitness candidates.

However, there is a pair of firm and confident eyes in the slightly soft facial features, which makes him look indescribably upright and energetic.

Zeka raised his head, looked at the expressionless Zefir on the platform, and clenched his teeth secretly.

That elder brother who was indifferent and taciturn since he was a child, always stood at a distance that he couldn't reach, always left him an indifferent and untouchable back, the genius son who always followed his father, never gave him a loving smile Even the elder brother who never put his eyes on him is always... always the elder brother who is a hundred times stronger than him.

Zeka clenched his fists, pursed the corners of his lips, and put on a subtle and confident smile.

Brother, one day, I will stand in front of you, to the height where I can touch my father and you, and get your approval!

"Zeka—!" Impressively spotted the target, Lin Lin put his hands to his mouth, rounded into a trumpet shape, and yelled loudly, "Come on—! If you are a softie, I won't fuck with you Ah-!"

"No. 138!" Olga stepped on the empty concrete platform next to Lin Lin, looked down at him condescendingly, and said two words out of low pressure, "An-jing-!"

Zeka followed the voice and grinned.

He pinched his fingers and waved solemnly at Lin Lin at the peak of his eyebrows. His firm expression was like a knight who was about to go to the battlefield and swore a lifelong glorious oath to his belief.

"Hmph~! Zeka?!"

Basting couldn't hide his intense stare at Lin Lin's support, "A guy who makes two mistakes in a simple C-level task in one round will definitely be eliminated in the second round!"

Nazkel stood upright, glanced at him, and said in a calm voice, "A round of missions is not limited to only C-level. Besides, last time Zeka drew one of the few A-levels, right? Mistakes are normal. "

"In the first round, didn't you also draw A-level?" Obviously, Basting was quite dissatisfied with his deliberately correcting himself and defending Zeka, "You haven't made a single mistake! Kyle. "

Hearing this, Nazkel's lips curled into a very small arc, "Bastin, you'd better pray that you don't get the only S-level task in the second round of preliminary training this time!"

Basting curled his lips, "I'm not as unlucky as Zeka..." The best thing is to get a B rank.

Of course, he would not say the latter words that harmed his dignity and ability.

An elusive subtlety flashed in Zephyr's cold eyes.

After scanning around, he half-raised his right hand, which was holding down the brim of the military hat, to the level of his ear, and tapped lightly with his middle finger, "All candidates for the election, the general system will project the task signs on the three-dimensional light screen on your wrists." Random tumbling has already started. Now, press the button, and after selecting the task, immediately lead the team into the corresponding virtual battlefield. The second round of preliminary model drills for the major general assessment in the seventh district begins!"

As soon as the words were finished, the first group of 25 candidates, including Zeka, Basteen, and Nazkel, immediately led their own biochemical warrior team and rushed into the corresponding three-dimensional virtual battlefield that included their current mission.

As Zeka was running, he glanced left and right at the ten members of the team, just in time to see the side face of 201 wearing sunglasses, he smiled slightly, and said in a deep voice to the headset on his lips, "This mission of our team—— Within 45 minutes, find and defuse the detection blaster in Rainforest Falls, Class A."

"Understood, captain!" ten biochemical warriors whispered back into the headsets at the same time.

Zeka narrowed his eyes slightly, and the expression on his face became more tenacious, A-level mission, this time he will never make any mistakes again.

Eleven people quickly entered the No. 11 three-dimensional virtual rain forest battlefield.

Bastion and Nazkel also got A-level missions, but their facial expressions were slightly different.

Nazkel smiled easily, A-level, it's too simple.

This young, steady major general candidate with no family background was even a little disappointed that he didn't get the legendary S-rank mission.

In contrast, Basting's expression was a little unhappy.

He stared at the A-level task displayed on the three-dimensional light screen on his wrist, frowning slightly, but it was only a few seconds.

Then, he regained his previous arrogance and dignity in an instant, and smiled disdainfully, "Even if a fool like Zeka can complete a task, I will make a mistake at most once! Let's go!"

The rest of the teams also entered the three-dimensional virtual battlefield one after another.

Emmons was smoking a cigarette, and 25 small cut-out pictures of the three-dimensional virtual battle field were sequentially displayed on the platform under his feet.

He stretched out his foot and clicked on number 14, and the picture on the screen was enlarged. He glanced at the candidate student with a calm expression, squinted his eyes slightly, "What's the number, little brat?"

Ojona, the captain of Team 5 of the Eight Eagles, immediately saluted, "General, he is number 200, Nazkel."

"Not bad, a little bit of strength." Emmons nodded slightly, exhaled smoke, and turned to look at Zephyr, "I remember, during a round of practice, four guys got A-level, right?"

Zeffier nodded expressionlessly, cut the picture of No. 8, and said calmly, "This is No. 69, this is No. 200, and there is No. 72 from the next group and the former No. 138 who has been expelled."

Emmons understood, put one hand into the pocket of his military trousers, and then glanced at Nazkel in the 14D picture on the [-]th, with a slight hook on his lips, "I have also entered a lot of interesting little devils in the seventh district." Well!"

Although it is a three-dimensional virtual battlefield, all the environments and potential dangers in it are very real.

Once a candidate student participating in the assessment is injured, there will inevitably be blood marks on his body.

Otherwise, there would be no medical staff from the laboratory on the huge inverted vertebral observation platform in the center.

Zeka was leaning against a big tree, kneeling on one knee, with a laser gun in his left hand.

He let out a slight breath, and lightly made a vertical chopping motion with his right hand. The ten biochemical warriors immediately divided into two groups, and quickly passed through the bushes in an arc.

800 meters ahead is the waterfall that he judged most likely to bury the detection blaster based on the comprehensive rainforest terrain in a short period of time, and according to the detection rules that Lin Lin casually said yesterday when he was running the side road.

"Zeka, look, this kind of completely unfamiliar dense rainforest has intertwined trees, complex and changeable terrain, and the degree of cloud cover is like a small labyrinth. During the advance investigation, it is necessary to pass as many animals and plants as possible Habits to judge the optimal and safest trend route.”

"For example, snakes tend to tides and avoid light. Places with a lot of water and deep grass are really not good! To escape through the jungle, you must avoid places with a lot of water. Of course, when you attack, if you want to choose a A good ambush point, this kind of ghostly place is very reliable - easy to attack and easy to defend, if you really can't beat it, just put some sulfur, and smoke the stimulated snake army to the opponent to play with!"

"Huh? Isn't this a chameleon? Tsk, natural selection, natural selection, the sharks are all gone, this little thing is still alive! Hey, see? Zeka, this little guy, is very useful in scouting Very good!"

"Catch eight or ten of them, attach infrared positioning detectors, and walk in all directions along your predetermined route. Once they encounter danger, they will use color changes to camouflage themselves, and the temperature in their bodies will also change immediately. This At any time, based on the fluctuation and display results of the infrared positioning detector, it is easy to judge the general direction, distance and abnormal area of ​​danger."

"Hey——! Look, Zeka, this big guy! When I was drawing pictures, my father told me that there are a lot of these thorny plants in the rainforest. It is very useful! You go through that habitat In the deadly zone full of poisonous plants and insects, peel off a large piece of skin, with the thorns facing outwards and inwards, tie it tightly around the body, and then roll it on the fucking place. The tortoise shell is neat! Hahaha..."

"..."

Thinking of the words of his friend, Zeka smiled, quickly took out the anti-detector in the equipment bag, put it on the ground and swept it lightly, and the curved ripple immediately circled around a square solid object below the horizontal line.

He smiled happily, put away the anti-detector, and raised his hand to look at his watch. In 28 minutes, Zeka himself was shocked, and he was able to finish the mission 15 minutes earlier!

"Lin Lin, you are indeed a genius!" After speaking, he jumped and ran towards the waterfall quickly.

"Ahh-!"

Lin Lin sneezed inexplicably, rubbed his nose, and continued to straighten his neck to look at the playground outside Area A.Although, he couldn't see what happened in his buddy's virtual battlefield at all.

Zephyr's usually indifferent face was touched a little.

Lancer, the captain of Team 2 on the platform, widened his eyes, obviously shocked by this.

"The heterogeneous species actually avoided all of them?!"

Lancer looked at the [-]D picture of Zeka's team, and said in an unbelievable voice, "When did the detection ability become so strong, kid?!"

The captains of the other teams also frowned. The fastest ones are No. 2 of Team 69 and No. 5 of Team 200. Compared with the first round, their investigative and command abilities are simply not at the same level!Especially number 69!

Lancer and Ojona are fucking lucky too, aren't they? !There are actually two candidates who have room for improvement!

Emmons puffed out his cigarette as if nothing had happened, twisted his neck a few times, and smiled meaningfully, "You brat, you can teach your teammates some practical and basic investigative skills in such a short period of time, why are you usually not so smart?" ..."

"Ah-choo!" Lin Lin pressed her nose and cursed, "Fuck! Who is his grandma secretly scolding me?!"