Central master control room.

This is the core place of the Kassel Academy, and professors and commissioners at all levels are stationed every day, not only to directly communicate with Norma, to deal with the affairs of the academy, but also to operate and issue instructions accordingly for large industries outside the academy.

In addition, he is also responsible for dispatching out-of-office specialists.

Now, however, professors and commissioners are withdrawing in an orderly manner, and instead a group of young students are coming in.

"Do you have to do this?"

Ange looked at them with a frown, not because he was prejudiced against the students, but because none of them looked like they were of great ability—like walking around with a family bucket in flip-flops.

"Believe me, they've been carefully cultivated by me, especially when it comes to handling information," the night watchman patted Ange on the shoulder vigorously and smiled heartily, "There's an old saying that you don't have to be informal. ”

"I think the Department of Public Information has learned your style."

Ange's face stiffened, for the Night's Watch had just snatched a chicken leg from one of the students, and after eating it, he had rubbed the grease on his expensive custom suit.

"If it weren't for just in case, there's no need to bother them."

The night watchman shrugged and took a few more fries from a student and dipped them in ketchup. "But you don't like things you're not sure about, do you? And Mercer was a good boy, in a sense. ”

Before the turmoil of the Six Flags incident subsided, Frost of the Gattuso family couldn't wait to send someone to investigate the situation of the academy, and the materials that he had painstakingly collected for several years were about to be brought up, in an attempt to bring down Ange, who knew that it was not a day or two.

However, the person who reported this time was the head of the Gattuso family, Pompeii, and I don't know what Frost's expression would be when he found out.

"Fingal, come here."

The night watchman, who didn't care about the style, threw a few more popcorns into his mouth, and then beckoned to the busy group of members of the press department.

Soon, a good man with iron-gray hair, a broad back, and strong muscles came running over with a flattering smile, bent over and snapping his slippers. His unique style made Ange instantly recognizable from the crowd.

"Dear Principal and Vice Principal, is there anything wrong?"

However, his style is too unique, and Ange can't help but choke a little.

"The headmaster is a little infected by your passion, so he is a little excited and doesn't know anything now," the night watchman patted Fingal on the shoulder, and Fingal also smiled with a smile on his face, 'Thank you for cultivating me, I will definitely be loyal to the party-state'. "You are all students I like, this operation must show the greatest enthusiasm and ensure success!"

"Yes! Did you hear that? ”

Fingal made a standard 90-degree bow, followed by a command, and everyone stopped what they were doing and raised their fists in the air.

"Oh!" n

"Hmm...... Fingal, tell the headmaster about the specific steps of this mission, so that he doesn't have to worry about it all the time. ”

The night watchman smiled from ear to ear, and winked at Ange with a smug wink, who turned his face to the side, pretending not to know him.

"Yes," Fingal immediately burst into enthusiasm when he heard the explanation to the principal—his dissertation was not only approved by the vice-principal alone, but also by the approval of the principal, and the votes of the school board—very intuitively, and even the curvature of his back was greater.

"Look, headmaster, in fact, this task is not very difficult,"

Although he looks cheap, Fingal is actually quite professional in operating electronic devices, and just a few strokes on the complex keyboard and indication buttons, a large number of materials and texts form a three-dimensional projection in a very sci-fi way.

"From the student file, there is no problem with the daily behavior and subject grades of the Mercer students, even the excellent category," he swiped lightly over a string of documents, showing the various process-based evaluations.

"But his first dirt is from the fight against Konstantin."

Fingal made a gesture to remove all the documents, revealing three or four long medical reports and multiple numbers.

"After confronting Constantine, the academy examined him and found that he had been contaminated by the dragon's blood for a certain time. Although after a series of examinations, the increase in his bloodline level is not exaggerated, and the tissues and organs of his body are not out of control. "The medical numbers are abbreviated and instead show an observation report during hospitalization." But there are many precedents that prove the dangers of dragon blood contamination. ”

Next, Fingal accessed the central control room in Guò and retrieved a series of cases of dragon blood contamination from the academy's archives.

The earliest one dates back to 00 years ago, and is obviously a very precious paper document; The most recent one was only seven or eight years ago. The mathematical model that he deliberately built from this shows that the probability of being safe and sound after being contaminated by dragon's blood or even a blessing in disguise does not exceed %.

"It is not difficult to imagine that these examples would be listed by representatives of the Gattuso family at the hearing. Unfortunately, there is nothing we can do in this regard, as the Central Master Office does not have sufficient authority to erase this information. ”

"I know that," Ange nodded, apparently beginning to recognize Fingal somewhat in terms of ability, "and there are more than three copies of these documents and materials, including several jù and physical records. If one of them is to be destroyed, it will have to go through a lengthy joint review by the University Board and the College, and some experts will be invited to assist until it is confirmed that it is a forgery. ”

"Numbers aside," Fingal slapped the mathematical model like a sand sculpture, "Let's take a look at these two videos." ”

Two windows begin to play in a semi-arc in the air, one of Mercer's superb performance on a day of freedom, and the other of what he did against Constantine.

"There's one thing about both videos, uh, crazy," Fingal scratched his head, "it might not be good, but it's true." For example, when he was free for a day, he mercilessly killed the beautiful senior sister he just met; When he fought against Konstantin, he carried a knife to the bar alone. ”

"If we didn't have that report on the contamination of dragon blood, we could have Senior Mercer's combat strength and psychological strength, and he would be a genius in dragon slaying or something. But if you look at it with this report, it is undoubtedly a bare light indication of the unstable nature of his own bloodline. ”

Ange didn't deny it, even if he felt a little so, but out of some trust, he chose to trust Mercer.

But if it really comes time for a hearing, it is estimated that the trustees and professors will only believe the most rational analysis.

"Of course, it's not too late for us to start. The video of Brother Mercer's stay in the movie theater, we sent a commissioner to destroy all the surveillance records of the theater on the day we received the task. In addition to using a lot of bad news to underscore the daunting nature of the task, Fingal was also very clever in shaking out some good news to show that they were capable.

"Otherwise, the outcome of the hearing is probably a certainty. I don't think a few school boards are as romantic as they are about beating up an ordinary rival who is a lover and has nothing to do with blood. ”

"So, the process of this hearing can only be a matter of luck?"

Ange raised an eyebrow, at least he couldn't find any way to refute Mercer openly after reading the convincing material.

"Of course not," Fingal patted his solid two pecs, "we're professionals!" How can such a problem alone be worth surpassing us from WikiLeaks and the paparazzi. ”

"Headmaster, look."

Fingal opens a video of Mercer's free day, and opens another video that can be seen to be a game, juxtaposing the two windows.

"Counter-Strike (CS)?"

The game is so famous that even Ange has heard of it.

"That's not all," Fingal waved his hand, as if he had opened a certain text clip, and dozens of windows popped up, each of which displayed a video of a gunfight game.

"Call of Duty, Splinter Cell, Crysis, Far Cry, Half-Life, Halo, Battlefield, Medal of Honor, Return to Wolfenstein, Sniper Elite, Rainbow Six, Ghost Recon, Killzone, Metal Gear Solid ......"

Basically, there is a copy of the fps game that can be called.

"Today's gunplay games are developing in the direction of the higher the degree of simulation, not only the graphics, but also many of the tactical actions are very standard and standardized. Even in some online games, there are many operating techniques invented by players. ”

"You ......"

Ange faintly felt a clue.

"That's right!" Fingal snapped his fingers excitedly, "You know, some people can play games to become a master of martial arts or dance, and some can even learn the skills of a stunt driver through games." So why can't you learn how to use a gun in the game? And as a half-breed, it is not surprising that the learning ability and physical ability are stronger than the average person. ”

"In the videos of a day of freedom, we can find the 'source' of every movement of Mercer in these games. And if he's too crazy and pulls the trigger mercilessly, then I just want who to play the game and care if the NPC lives or dies? ”

Ange opened his mouth, feeling speechless.

"Then now it's the turn of the second video~" Fingal looked more and more excited.

"In this video, our Mercer students completely co-scribed the ugliness in the American comic "Batman" series, not only in terms of costumes, but also in behavior."

"Crazy...... Illogical, treating death as child's play? ”

The ugly Teange also knows something.

"None of this is meant to. Importantly, Ugly is just a comic book character, not a real person, nor Mercer. Fingal smiled sheepishly, "Our commissioners have already set out to interview Frank Miller, Tim Burton, and others, and I'm sure they'll be able to learn the full ugly picture from the original authors." ”

In addition, there are already students who have a deep understanding of American comics, and they have begun to write relevant papers to prepare for review. On the Internet, there are also specialized personnel who have begun to manipulate relevant public opinion. Because it's not a big deal, it's very simple to operate. ”

Although Fingal already looked like his nostrils were up to the sky at the moment, Ange didn't care at all.

He felt completely shocked.

Is it really okay to be a human being so bottomless? Or are these elites too powerful?

The Night's Watch patted him triumphantly, and smiled again.

(Thanks to [f_epitaph], [Nene is scared out], [Super Electromagnetic Tsundere Cannon = Mikoto Mikoto], [Seventh Devil], [Book Friend 15007110], [Looking for a Mentor in Life], [Cheap Fool], [Lang Yuxuan], [Shentu Mingliang] for their tips.)

There are so many people that I can't find a specific amount......

Well, this chapter has enough words~)

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