Abo's Crimson Crystal

When Wades heard the news and rushed to the cafeteria, he saw Hull sitting on the seat drinking black tea, and Weiss wrote something in his notebook with a taught expression.

"Luka Hiber, who has a criminal record of stealing women's underwear many times, was caught because he unfortunately found a female alpha, and was knocked out on the spot." Hull looked at another one that was pushed out. Unlucky ghost, said casually.

"(⊙o⊙) Oh, buddy, the taste is good!" The soldiers onlookers kept booing.

"I was drunk that day, and my nose didn't work well..." The protagonist who was ridiculed anxiously defended, "That was all a few years ago, and I quit it a long time ago."

"There are fresh ones, do you want me to tell you?"

"Don't, don't, brother, give me a break, and replace it with someone else!" The crowd became commotion again, searching for the next victim.

"What's new, tell me quickly, Hull." Weiss moved to Hull's side and asked excitedly.

Hull raised his teacup, and said in the posture of drinking water: "I have collected so many underwear, it's so boring to just put them away..."

"Ah! You mean him..." Weiss's eyes lit up, and he recorded in a hurry, while sighing, "This interest is really perverted."

Hull squinted at Weiss' actions, complaining in his heart, your interest is not much better.

"Quickly, look at this again." A thin beta was pushed out of the crowd, standing there awkwardly with an expression as if he was about to die.

Hull narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "This guy is too boring, there is no danger at all, I am too lazy to say."

"Hey—weak chicken, did you hear that? Even Omega says you're boring, find a hole to hide and cry." Although being ridiculed, this beta quietly gave him a grateful look.

Weiss asked keenly: "There is a situation! Hull, tell me quickly."

Hull whispered in a somewhat sympathetic tone: "This guy—ahem, don't lift it."

Weiss' eyes widened, and he wanted to laugh and felt that it was not good to gloat, so he squeezed out a tangled and terrifying expression.

Hull curled his lips in disgust, and turned his head away, not to look at Wes' cramp face.

"Ah, the general is back."

The cafeteria was so quiet that even the sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl could be heard loudly. Wedes' military boots stepped on the marble floor, making a regular sound, which made people feel hairy.

"What's the situation?" Wades set his sights on Hull.

"Report to the general, it's time for a break now." Hull said, and then heard an inaudible inhalation sound.

Wades didn't bother with this issue any more, and said coldly: "The armament replenishment is over, speed up the adjustment of the helmet, and the technicians will return immediately."

"Yes."

Wades didn't look at Hull again, and went back to the second floor alone.

"Tsk tsk, as expected of a general, to be so indifferent to omega."

"Hey, Hull, you are quite powerful, aren't you afraid of the general's power?"

"Really, you didn't react at all to our group of alphas!"

Hull listened impatiently to the nonsense of the alphas surrounding him, and responded, "I am a soldier now, there is no distinction between omega and alpha. You can be my comrades-in-arms, but if you threaten the order of the army, you are the enemy." Helton paused and continued, "Those who are passionate about entering the battlefield, if you have the time to care about an omega, why don't you pay more attention to whether your comrades' abilities can make you live or kill you. I have good enough data Personnel, all you need to know is enough."

Hull left the cafeteria.Weiss followed behind with a smile, feeling that Hull was becoming more and more like a high-ranking general, ah, but Hull was already very good at lecturing a group of alphas.But compared to the first time I saw Hull at the school ceremony, the current Hull is more real and cuter.

Hull: Wes, what are you thinking?

Weiss: Huh?

Hull: I'm getting goosebumps.

Weiss: ...

Hull returned to his room, and a pile of retrieved helmet parts was spread out on the floor.It's not difficult to assemble this kind of thing, and it's just a little troublesome to connect the transmitter on the helmet with your own communicator.The focus of the interpreter's pre-war preparation task is to analyze the data of each soldier, determine the content and amount of information he needs in the war, and the range of stimulation his brain can accept.This is the most challenging part.

War is cruel, and the lives of soldiers in it are really fragile. In addition to providing them with assistance such as missile positioning and multi-directional perspectives, the helmet is also the only way for them to communicate with the outside world and translators.Fighting in an unfamiliar environment, the available geographical advantages, the most convenient route and other information all come from the translator.While absorbing the data from Skynet, the translators tailor-made a set of translation dictionaries for each soldier, adding more vitality to them.

Hull scratched his head. That's what he said, it would definitely be a headache if he met an uncooperative alpha, and needless to say, this guy named Cruise is [-]% disobedient! ! !So annoying! !

As an interpreter, you must have the awareness to bear the lives of others. After all, even a second of slowness and a slight deviation of the angle may put the alpha soldier in danger of death.Hull has never been very fond of alphas before, whether it is a waste wood among nobles or a hooligan in a car with bad deeds, Hull believes that excellent alphas are the result of rare genetic mutations.But looking at it from the sidelines of the war now, excellent alphas are probably transformed by bastards struggling in the face of death.Be it Wades or the older brothers, mature soldier alphas are the hope of this empire.And these guys who bumped into their hands in the first war might become generals in the future, as long as they survived.

Hull held up a list and silently memorized the names on it.These four people, I hope they all come back safely.Hull made up his mind and walked to the training ground with the helmet in his hand.

The author has something to say: Fighting!Come on in every sense~