[Six months after the Ten-Day War]

Diethart walked around the cafeteria with his plate, but couldn't find a place to sit, and shook his head with a wry smile.

Saitama's underground bunker reached its load limit almost on the first day of ZERO's release of the Black Knights' second phase expansion plan, and even with the current system of eating in batches, even the space for turning around in the small cafeteria is tight.

After the second, third, and fourth rounds of screening, and interviews with the remaining 10,000 people, only the best of the 3,000 ————elites remained, and in peacetime, they would have become scientists, national athletes, pilots, and even CEOs of large corporations.

Now, this group of people with an average IQ of nearly one hundred and thirty people is crammed into this small space in rags, physically and mentally exhausted, smiling, and incomparably full of souls.

The average age has come up.

Diethardt spotted several gray-haired late middle-aged men in the crowd and smiled imperceptibly.

That's a good thing, these people can keep the team down. Now it's not as good as it was before the war, when what I wanted was a desperate effort. Now the environment is more like walking a tightrope, to be able to sink.

As soon as I turned my head, several very typical small groups in the cafeteria appeared.

Whites, blacks, Indians, Arabs, and a few people who don't know how to mix each other occupy the dining table in the corner, sitting in a group according to the color of their skin.

Small group ······

The pony-tailed man remembered the deputy commander's words, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

"Look who's coming! Hey! That girl! ”

The rude voice instantly overshadowed the crowd, and everyone felt a faint pain in their eardrums, and their eyes converged.

Andrea Burst Chinese cabbage.

They all sat half a head taller than the others, shoulders almost the width of the three-seater bench. It seems that he has drunk a little, and the whole person has grown up again.

"Just you! That blonde pigtailed chick, here! ”

Andre looked at Diethardt, grinned, and patted the empty seat in front of him excitedly.

The ponytail shrugged helplessly and walked over with a plate. The people on both sides were intimidated by the power of the cabbage and made way for it.

Unlike other tables, this table is very quiet, and eighty percent of it is because of the giants.

"I thought you weren't going to come back!"

Everyone was sitting in front of him, and this guy's voice didn't decrease in the slightest, waving his arms to bring up a gust of wind.

"I didn't think I could come back." Tehart smiled wryly.

It's been almost half a year, and the time he has been working in the government has been longer than that of the Black Knights, and ZERO also has the intention of keeping him, and every time he asks, "I will work for a while, the manpower is too tight". It was also very irresponsible to plead with the deputy commander, and for a while he even felt hopeless.

It wasn't until the recent second phase of enrollment of the Black Knights, which attracted worldwide attention, that he had the opportunity to return to work.

It is too rich to choose 3,000 from almost a country's reserve talents, and a large part of the interview contestants who are so rich that they are eliminated are rare talents, and they are just handed over to the government to take over. This freed him from the boring numbers.

In just six months, now I suddenly feel that things are wrong when I look here.

The old faces are gone, the familiar places are occupied by strangers, and no one knows himself.

Just as he was thinking about it, he smashed his fist in front of the ponytail man, and the table was shaken. When I let go of my hand, it was a bottle of clear liquid without any label, and there were some visible impurities floating at the bottom of the bottle.

"Can I assume it's alcohol?"

The pony-tailed man looked up, not knowing what expression to give the other party.

This is the privilege that the second master gave him very humanely, and Andre is the only member of the Black Knights who can drink anywhere he wants, which is the envy of many others.

"Do you know how to turn potatoes into bombs? The first step is to make them into alcohol, my homebrews are more authentic than anything you can find on the market! ”

Andre couldn't close his mouth when he smiled, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and poured a full glass for the ponytail, then picked up his wine and motioned for the other party to raise his glass.

"Hey, Boss, I'm glad you're back."

After speaking, he tilted his head and poured a full glass of dry beer into his throat.

BOSS, that's what Andrei always calls himself.

It is true that the Black Knights do not have a clear hierarchy, but the old man knows that this media madman is actually the henchman of the chief and deputy commanders, and in terms of real power, he is even far above the honorary third-in-command. But theoretically, he and Andre are at the same level, and they are both directly subordinate to the second master, and the reason why Andre keeps calling him BOSS is only because this ponytail man brought him into the gang.

Andrei is a natural rebellious and has an instinctive hatred of authority———— whether the other party is right or not. As far as Tehart knew, he and the second master were the only two people he was convinced. This organization full of human bombs is heaven for him, a madman who can spill gunpowder on the table and suck it in his nostrils, and this boss is not a sycophant.

This word instantly made Diethardt feel at home. A smile appeared on his face, and he raised his glass to take a sip.

Two seconds after the transparent liquid touched his tongue, the green tendons on the ponytail's neck suddenly burst out.

"Ahem! Ahem, ahem! Andrey, ahem, you know that the higher the degree of wine, the more 'authentic', right? ”

"That's the wine you literati drink, and add some mess to it. Vodka is a practical product, like powder, the higher the purity, the more enjoyable, what you just drank is a product. ”

"Practical products... Cold? ”

Diethardt asked absentmindedly.

"No, it's a tool to make this world a better place. Especially after you come home and find the whole village dead, this thing can save your life. ”

The Chinese cabbage looked at the wine bottle in his hand and said affectionately.

"Tell me about it?"

The ponytail man leaned forward, and out of the instinct of the media people to dig up the story, the ponytail man was very interested in how this guy went from an ordinary guy to an explosive maniac.

"I was young and ignorant at the time, and I was dragged into the gang by a couple of Slavic state-building movement ghosts, and I thought about statehood without anything, no, no, no, no, it's so stupid to think about it now, skip here. Anyway, once I got too drunk, stole my old man's gun, and killed a federal border guard... The stupidest thing was that I was so scared that I didn't know what to do and hid my gun back at home. ”

Andrei took a sip as he spoke, wiping his mouth with his arm.

"I fled into the mountains, hid for a week, and when I came back the village had been burned out, and the stench of human flesh had not gone away for so long———— they searched every nearby village, and found the gun in my old man's closet, and the rifling matched. Of course, the old man didn't admit it, and he had the same temper as me. He wanted to resist, and his mother went up to help, and you know that the minorities have such tendons, 'they're bullying us again'. In the end, more than 100 people in the village rushed out with shotguns······"

"And then?"

"I had a gun and a bottle of wine in front of me, and I spent almost an hour thinking about which one to put in my mouth. In the end, I decided to drink some courage before I broke myself. Miraculously, after drinking it, I was so bold that I didn't want to die. I want revenge. From that day on, I began to learn, how to stalk the enemy, interrogate, kill mouths, assassinate, and weaponize anything in the most resource-poor situation, and I found myself to be a genius at it. Five years of hunting, five years of study, these things..."

André said as he fiddled with the objects on the table.

Salt, alcohol, butter, napkins, hand sanitizer, lined up.

"I can make a bomb out of these things in five minutes, put them under the table, and walk out and these people don't even know how they died."

"And in the end?"

"I asked from the henchman of the general who gave this order about his **'s residence, where he was without an escort, and I broke in earlier. I sat on the sofa in the living room and waited for him, and asked the girl to give me a while waiting for ———— to be amazing, I tell you, that girl is amazing. ”

The Chinese cabbage gestured with his hand on the pen between the strands, as if he was pressing his head.

"You killed him?"

"Hey, hey, hey, I'll let that sister blow while putting this..." Andre shook his casserole-sized fist triumphantly. "Little by little, stuff it into that son of a bitch's mouth! It took half an hour to toss before he lost his breath. Have you ever seen the bleeding of the seven orifices? Next time, I must let you see it! ”

"Of course."

After listening to Andrei's heart-wrenching revenge history, the ponytail man sighed with satisfaction and raised his glass to him.

There was silence behind him, and everyone was attracted to the table.

"What are you seeing?! Want to die, don't you?! ”

Andre slapped the table, and the bomb materials on the table jumped up and down. Everyone immediately turned their heads and lowered their heads to cut rice, for fear that the giant man would stuff his fist into his mouth.

Andrei's reputation has always been very extreme, and the senior staff, including the chief and deputy commanders, like this guy very much. Contrary to his stout appearance, he was not stupid at all. Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't care what you shouldn't care, and don't understand what you shouldn't understand. Eat, sleep, drink, enemies, women; Vulgar, likable.

But... In the eyes of ordinary members, the name of "Ghost God Andre" can stop children crying at night.

This guy has a lot of intelligence, at least that's what Diethardt thinks.

"Hey, Lead. Long time no see. ”

Another man sat next to the ponytail man with a plate. can author a table, and his identity is naturally not ordinary.

"Long time no see, fan." Diethardt said hello.

The good old man broke his chopsticks and rubbed them, folded his hands, and whispered a sentence I started, and then the meal began.

The two looked at the old-fashioned guy, smiled at each other, and both shrugged their shoulders.

"By the way, what's going on with those guys?" The ponytail man gave his thumb to the small group of different skin tones behind him. "Isn't that okay? There should be no problem with the language. ”

"ZERO said don't worry about it, they won't be here for long, and it would be good if they could get acquainted with the political commissar."

"Yes."

That's right, it's all part of the Tinder Project, so it's a short-term exchange student. In the future, they will all return to their own countries, and there is no need to force them to be close to the members of the department.

For them, the ideological and political lessons are the most important.

Speaking of which... What about the little Frenchman?

Diethardt turned around and found the fiery Aaron Pierre who was chatting in the middle of a group of black uncles, and the strong contrast made his existence unusually dazzling.

"Aaron."

The ponytail snapped his fingers and beckoned the young man over.

"Let's eat together."

It's already very obvious that you want to promote each other.

Everybody knows what it means to be called to this table.

This kid has shown remarkable organization and incitement since the Decameron. Everyone is willing to trust him, he can tell big truths into emotional stories, he can bring tears to his eyes with the audience, he can rub a group of stragglers into a rope in half an hour, and fight the enemy with bayonets without dying. It's his talent, and there's more to his creation.

Aaron hesitated for a moment, then looked back again, and gritted his teeth to speak.

"I'm sorry, I'll sit there."

"Yes."

Diethart sighed softly.

This guy can achieve bigger things, he can climb higher———— so high that he can't imagine it.

It's a pity... He really believed what he said.

This guy's personality is more suitable for staying at the grassroots level, right?

"Mr. Lead... I think so... Not so good. ”

"What?"

"This method of isolating you from ordinary members is unintentional..."

"Boy, eat your meal."

The cabbage grinned and waved him to get out.

The intimidating power of the ghost god Andre was extraordinary, and Aaron returned to the Black Uncle and continued to exchange revolutionary ideas in French cordially.

This little imp is very smart, very smart, but not very emotionally intelligent.

He doesn't understand, only with class can there be upward motivation, and a big pot of rice can't support a doer. The equality of all beings will only make people lie down, only class, only when there is an object to look up to, knowing that there is another world above, will people climb up.

He didn't know how many people in this room had worked hard to train, become stronger, and grit their teeth to endure even if they had only one breath left after being drilled by Andri, just to be called over by this table and have a meal.

Only in this way can we create the best of the best.

"Let's increase the intensity in the afternoon."

Andrei put his foot on the bench and plucked his ears and said lightly.

The fan squirted out the rice.

"Nine of my group fainted in the morning! The rest is all about climbing to the cafeteria, okay?! I'm worried about whether that old man in his fifties will die, but he turned out to be a professor! ”

"'Only' fainted nine." Andrei said indifferently.

"I can't even finish their physical training now."

Fan whispered, glancing back.

"That's because no one is forcing you."

"But it's really dangerous, they haven't been soldiers before, and they come with such a high intensity all of a sudden... The average weight of my group was five kilograms in ten days. Not just fat, but also muscle! It would be counterproductive to go on like this! ”

"Their bodies are too delicate and wasteful now, and they have to be adjusted back to their original state. In a few days, their bodies will know to cherish every meal, know how to store energy, and then the weight will regain. They're soldiers, and you can't treat them like people. ”

Fan looked at Diethardt with a pleading look.

"Don't look at me, you're experts." The pony-tailed man raised his hands.

"Two more sets in the afternoon." Andrei said undoubtedly.

For the fan, Andre has no respect, even if the other party is the founder of the predecessor of the Black Knights, and the wheel qualification is 108,000 miles older than ZERO. To be honest, he didn't see any ability from this guy, and surviving the Decameron War only meant that his luck was running out, and the value of saving zài was only as lubricant for the organization.

He had no reason to obey the other party.

It's also a loss to fan this good temper, as the third leader of the organization, every time it ends with this martial artist, and there is no resentment.

"But..."

The fan was about to argue again, and there was a commotion behind him.

The deputy commander is here!

There was a ragged jingle of bells, and everyone stood up.

The Black Knights did not salute, so everyone rested behind their hands and saluted with fiery eyes.

ZERO is busy with politics and the entire country is busy, and the Black Knights are almost completely out of control. Except for the first day when they looked at each other's helmets from afar, the new members never saw the haunting black shadow again. Although the deputy commander theoretically took over the military affairs, due to physical reasons, he rarely showed up unless it was important.

Recently, it was rumored that the deputy commander's body had finally recovered and was ready to return to the team, which made a group of people excited. Today is a day to come!

The deputy commander walked slowly into the cafeteria under the holy light, with a signature kind smile on his face, and for some reason his hand kept on the other person's shoulder, looking very intimate.

Suzaku of the Pivot Tree.

"Sit down, sit down, it's fine."

With a wave of his hand, Bai Mao pushed the slightly restrained Suzaku to the premium membership area, and pressed him next to Andre without saying anything.

"Mr. Lead, tell him about any rules."

"Yes." Diethardt owes himself. "Welcome to the group, Mr. Shuki."

"Fan, newcomer, take care of it."

"Of course."

Being displayed like this in front of everyone's eyes, even Suzaku's head understood what was going on, and he became even more uncomfortable.

"Andrey, you can beat him, if you can beat him."

"Huh? You'll have to try it. ”

The cabbage pinched Suzaku's shoulder like a chick and smiled dangerously.

"Okay everyone." Ilan turned around and clapped his hands. "As you know, our veteran pilots are almost all dead, so I need to pick five hundred of you as a backup. Your driving training starts next week, and the instructor is him. ”

Ilan patted Suzaku on the shoulder.

"If, just say, if any of you can survive thirty seconds under him, come to me and make a little stove for you. Of course, I don't have much hope, so let's do it! Eat, eat, eat! ”

Everyone watched the deputy commander Shi Shiran leave, and slowly focused their eyes on Suzaku's face.

Suzaku could feel that the substance-like gaze had dried the air around them, and something was twisting behind them.

Suzaku swallowed involuntarily.

That's not the look in the coach's eyes.