mayfly era

Song Guang frowned tightly, holding a few thin sheets of test papers in his hand, and was walking to the counter-ge's office, when he met him in a formal suit and hurried towards the restaurant with a stack of papers in his arms.

These days, if it is not for materials that disappear after reading, paper is rarely used.

"Hi, you're here," Fan Ge stuffed the stack of papers into Song Guang's arms, "student materials and transcripts."

Song Guang also unceremoniously put the laboratory data in his hand into the front of the expensive anti-leather formal suit, not caring at all whether the sharp thin paper would scratch the anti-leather silk fabric.

"What is this?" Fan Ge put the tissue paper in front of his eyes, the messy handwriting made him unable to distinguish what language it was for a moment.

"The test sheet," Song Guang lowered his voice slightly, "the 'blood man' who climbed out of the manhole that day was burnt by acidic drugs, which is equivalent to soaking the whole person in acidic liquid once. The calculated results show that as early as He died before the day we met him."

Counter Revolution couldn't help but frowned, "What do you mean, you can still move after death?"

Song Guang nodded, "That's what it means."

"Some animals still have neurological reflexes after biological death, which is commonly known as dead but not stiff, but humans don't seem to have this function yet." Counter-Ge was struggling to distinguish the writing on the test sheet.

"It's impossible for nerve reflexes to support a person climbing from the dungeon to the ground through the sewer pipe." Song Guang's tone was cold.

Counter-Ge folded the test sheet and stuffed it into his pocket, "After I finish the meeting with those old bastards, let's go to Kujira's and take another look at the corpse. Now you take someone to the crow's place first." While looking at the students, if you like something, bring it back directly."

Song Guang nodded, raised his hand and opened the information booklet.

The two walked quickly to the restaurant. The chef here is also a former brother. His biggest hobby in life is cooking. After retiring, he only does catering and does not touch guns. However, he often fishes for three days and spends two days drying the net. Obviously, he also missed work today. , There is only a large box of energy bars lying on the big table in the restaurant.

"The grades are all passable." Song Guang chewed on the energy bar and looked through the rookie roster.

There were 24 students in the third period, divided into three departments. The number of combatants was the largest, accounting for [-] places. The rest of the technical department and the logistics department were five and four respectively.

"This, this, and this," Fan Ge pointed out three people, "G clearly selected and sent them here, and the other eight are children of famous families."

"The score is not watery?"

"Have you forgotten who our instructor is?"

"The girl said that there should be no water." Song Guang turned to the end of the page, "I didn't expect that the one at the bottom was also a combatant."

"The only beta," Fan Ge flipped through the student's detailed records, "I think he has a bright future, this kid, no one will take a second look at him if he is thrown on the street."

"Count to six, is this the name?"

"Names are as perfunctory as looks."

"The human rights scientist is going to arrest you again." Song Guang turned his head to look at the counter-revolutionary who was eating an energy bar, "You seem to have relaxed a lot after seeing the Feng Shui master."

Anti-Ge threw the packaging of the energy bar into the disposal bucket, took out another one, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it quickly, "It's a disaster that can't be avoided."

"Let Cy rest for two days, and this kid will work in the dungeon with me for two days." Song Guang closed the list file, "We must let these little guys see the outside world."

"Why did you choose a crane tail?"

"The name is easy to remember."

Fan Ge couldn't help laughing, and said, "Chen Li is in charge of Beicheng, what will happen if Chen Li takes a break from Beicheng?"

"You go."

Fan Ge was taken aback, and the crackling sound of the power stick at his jaw replaced his answer.

"Why do you ask if you don't go?" Song Guang threw the stack of papers in his hand on the table, "I, like Cy, only deal with incidents. Do you think we squat in the dungeon 24 hours a day to watch people coming and going?" ?"

"Sorry," the counter-revolutionary tone was very sincere, "I didn't think about it that much, you and Cy have worked hard."

"As long as the dungeon can maintain a balance, it's good. There is deep resentment there. The more things we do, the more evil consequences will accumulate."

"I understand, I weigh."

"I don't mean to blame you." Song Guang softened his tone.

Fan Ge patted Song Guang on the shoulder, and when he was about to say something, Yan Qiang opened the door and came in. Seeing the two big brothers meeting in the cafeteria, he showed an expression of "Why are you in the cafeteria again".

"It's just in time. The new energy bar has a cool coconut taste." Fan Ge casually grabbed a power bar and raised his hand. I don't know how hard he used, and several energy bars were thrown towards the pipe like shotguns. .

"Don't you have something hot to eat in the cold weather?" the pipe complained while catching it steadily.

"Give me one."

Smoker looked back and saw that Chen Li was standing behind him at some point, so he handed one to Chen Li, "Why are you up, are you not dizzy?"

Chen Li didn't respond, he peeled off the energy bar and took a bite.

"Now that you're here, go down with Song Guang to meet the students," Fan Ge patted the front of his formal suit. He accidentally got food residue on it just now. Normally, he would never wear a formal suit, nor would he care so much about whether it was appropriate or not. .

He added, "Be careful, be gentle."

"Aha, boss, go slowly." Smoker was noncommittal.

Chen Li opened the roster, page by page of paper information in his eyes, suddenly his eyes froze, and it took a few seconds before he said, "I'm not going."

"What's the matter?" Smoker leaned over to look at the list, but Chen Li slammed it shut.

"People I knew before," Chen Li said truthfully, "before I became a mercenary."

"Who hasn't read black history yet." Smoker didn't care.

Song Guang frowned, looked at Chen Li thoughtfully, and asked in a deep voice, "Does the counter-revolutionary know?"

"Ah."

"It's fine if he acquiesces," Song Guang said, "You can have secrets that you don't intend to tell us."

Chen Li nodded, turned and left without stopping.

The selection of new students will no longer have anything to do with him, and the person he can't meet will also be reported to the counter-revolutionary in private, and the counter-revolutionary will deal with it.He didn't expect that girl to be sent to RC as a trainee, so whose handwriting is this?Still a coincidence.

People like them, the more they are exposed, the faster they die. Even G does not have detailed information on them. The agreement at the beginning of the recruitment was like this, "they are only in the dark", only the counter-revolutionaries have a more prominent identity on the official side. , as a living target.

"Let's go, sir, I heard that there are beauties among the new students, I can't wait." The smoking gun urged Song Guang.

After Yan Qiang followed Song Guang into the second basement, all communications were temporarily cut off.

The second floor of the base is an area that these active members have never set foot in. Only the instructors can enter and leave here, and only they have a special communication tool to communicate with the upstairs.

"I haven't seen that girl for a long time." Yan Qiang didn't know whether he was talking to himself or talking to Song Guang.

"Well, me too." Song Guang said flatly.

The huge door on the second basement floor slowly opened to both sides, the air inside and outside collided, and countless fine smoke and dust were refracted by the light.

There is a standing figure inside the door, half tall and exquisite, half reflecting the luster of metal, she seems to be willing to show her metal body, wearing a trendy short skirt and off-the-shoulder shirt.

"Long time no see, crow." Song Guang said.

"Long time no see, you still look like a robot, sir." The woman who came to greet them smiled, "And you still smell bad of cigarettes."

"Damn girl, you still have the same crow's mouth." The smoking gun shot back.

Crow is a beautiful girl with a round face, big eyes, plump lips, and a tall height of about 1.8 meters. Her left arm and legs have been transformed into metal prosthetics, and metal skin is pasted from her neck to her left collarbone, which is enough to see. What kind of mortal wounds had she suffered.

Human skin and metal coating coexist on her body, mutilated and hard, which seems to be more beautiful and more touching than the original flesh and blood body.

"It seems that you have fully adapted." Song Guang and Yan Qiang entered the training ground, and the gate behind them slowly closed.

"It's better than having no legs." The crow smiled brightly.

"How about it, can we let them come out for an internship?" Song Guang changed the subject.

"Actual simulation teaching is useless. They don't know what fear is." Crow led the two into the simulation training control room. There was a one-way glass in front of them. Some students were doing strength training. They don’t try their best, they know they can’t die here, so they never try their best.”

"It's easy to say, I'll let them know what 'will die'." Smoker licked his lips, showing a sinister smile.

"It's useless, do you think we haven't tried it? Children nowadays are not so easily deceived. When I was young, my boss told two ghost stories that could scare me to tears."

"You love to cry, don't blame ghost stories," Smoker laughed, "I'll meet them."

The crow turned his head and saw that the smoking gun pulled out a butterfly/knife out of nowhere, and said in surprise, "When did you switch to a knife... Isn't this Cy's knife?"

"Boss said to be gentle." Song Guang said expressionlessly.

"Get ready, girl in the infirmary." Smoker turned and left with the knife in hand.

"He's 28 years old. I thought he was still eighteen." The crow tapped helplessly on the control panel in front of him, his metal fingers knocking on the control panel. "Is he planning to invade here?"

"He has his own way."

"Why is Cy's knife in his place?" Crow turned and leaned on the console, folded his arms and asked Song Guang, "What happened to Cy?"

Song Guang rarely smiled, "What are you thinking?"

The crow sighed, "Yeah, what am I thinking."

"Cy doesn't want to use it anymore, and changed to a rib. That butterfly/knife is an old gadget from the last century. You know that Lao Yan likes antiques."

"Damn girl, do you think this is strong enough?" At this time, the smoking gun came back, and he did not know where he got himself. The student's clothes were in his hands, and a lot of plasma was sprinkled on them, and the smell was unpleasant. If you have experience, it is not difficult It can be judged that this is artificial synthetic plasma - blood can be synthesized these days.

In addition, there were many cuts on the clothes, which were in tatters.

"Find someone who you think is clever to act with me."

The crow glared at the pipe, but followed suit, calling a student to the monitoring room.

Two minutes later, the doorbell of the monitoring room rang, and behind the door a boy who was still awake looked up and smiled lazily at the camera on the door of the monitoring room.

"Count to six," Song Guang recognized the male beta he picked in the student book, and he commented flatly, "It looks more like an otaku than in the photo."

"It is indeed an otaku. His dormitory is full of electronic posters of various virtual idols. He tore a batch and pasted a batch. Later, he simply changed to a stereoscopic projection. The green-haired sister dances in the room every day." Crow looked at it with a headache. looking at the screen.

"You guys are more merciful than private schools." The smoker threw the half-smoked cigarette into the anti-flame cigarette jar, and began to process the "blood coat" again.

"It's either the young master or the eldest lady here, no matter how bad it is, they are the children of the leaders of the chamber of commerce. From time to time, they have to answer a few condolence calls, and they say that they should practice. They don't care what they say, but they can be practiced and cultivated, but don't worry. Hurt their family’s baby, and have to ask their own bodyguards to pick them up,” the crow chattered endlessly, “Writing to pick up people, reading it as making trouble.”

"Tsk, sir, I think this batch is going to be scrapped." Smoker shook his head.

"Keep a few that are pleasing to the eye, and send the rest home." Song Guang said to the crow.

"Okay." Song Guang's decision was to a certain extent a decision to counter-revolutionary, and no one in the RC would disobey it.