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N7 Training Base, Public Hall.

"[Inquiring about the results of Connor Shepard's promotion to N7, please wait.] The self-service kiosk on the wall emits a mechanical electronic sound.

Connor Shepard, Connor's new name after being transferred to the N7 training base, although I don't know what the considerations of Starlink and SCP are, Connor is quite satisfied that he does not have to continue to work as a patrol officer in Detroit, which is on the cusp of the android incident.

After the Star Federation gave the androids "secondary" human rights, the incident has gradually subsided, but there is still a long way to go before the androids are fully integrated into human society, Connor guesses that SCP stuffed himself into the N7 training camp, must have intended to promote himself as a android who works hard to defend the interests of humanity in the future, and then cooperate with the publicity of his own actions in the android incident, which will definitely be effective.

It's a little unpleasant, but Connor is happy to see it.

But...... Connor sensed the smooth corners of his forehead, and he didn't know how many androids who could fight were placed in the army or other positions, it should be quite a lot.

"[The assessment results have been announced,]" the querier began to feedback the results:

"[The ratio of combat power between the two sides in this exercise is: at the beginning of the exercise, the red side is 23%, the blue side is 77%, and at the end of the exercise, the red side is 65%, and the blue side is 35%]"

[Red and blue did not distinguish the winner, but the blue side has lost the possibility of annihilating the red side in one fell swoop, and the judgment is passed, and the evaluation is: good.] 】”

[The examinee did not provide personnel or material support to the red side during the completion of the exercise, and it was determined that the additional condition "Lone Hero" was established, and the evaluation was improved.] 】”

[Final evaluation: excellent.] 】”

[Congratulations on becoming a glorious N7!] 】”

"Hmm, so do these 'aliens' still have the strength to ambush or carry out other missions?" Connor looked at the exercise evaluation that popped up on the universal tool, and felt a little pity, "However, if you don't seek intelligence support, it's basically impossible to find them in a short period of time." ”

"Don't be too yourself, Connor," someone next to her patted her on the shoulder, "You know what? More than half of the N7 will only receive a 'pass' rating, and no more than 5% of the N7 will receive an 'excellent' rating. ”

[I hope to be the most elite 1% (role model)]

[But your evaluation is 'unqualified', right?] (Rebellious)】

[Haven't you given up yet?] 】

If someone else patted her on the shoulder, Connor would definitely teach the other party a lesson with a backhand over-the-shoulder throw, but this guy couldn't, and the other N6 could stand up with a roll, and he would have to lie in bed for a week.

"Cesar? Aren't you going to give up this time? Connor put away the information panel and turned to look at the visitor.

"Hah! They want me to graduate directly in N6, I told them, no way~" The person who came said arrogantly: "Since you didn't mention brittle bone disease when you recruited me, don't think about this now~"

This is a slightly thin young man, he is wearing black and white N6 armor, blonde hair and green eyes, fair skin, hair just hanging down to the shoulders, but inexplicably combing two small pigtails around his ears, the whole person looks a little frivolous and out of tune.

His full name is Cicero André Zeppelin, nicknamed Cesar, and his facial features are typical bohemian, and he is Connor's contemporary.

Even the most demanding instructors can't find fault with Cicero's military literacy, but the problem is that he suffers from brittle bone disease, although there is no problem with daily life and basic training, but once the exercise intensity is too high, he will inexplicably fracture, the doctor's judgment is that he is suitable for civilian or other arms with little single exercise, as for the special forces N, N6 and below is no problem, but if you want to become an elite like N7, a "glass man" who may be broken at any time obviously does not meet the standard.

But Cicero obviously thinks that whether he can play or not is nothing, and repeatedly submits the N7 assessment application, but the result is naturally that he fails again and again - even if he is not deliberately difficult or even willing to let him go, but the N7 assessment, which is a comprehensive assessment of students, is really not a brittle bone disease can pass, so when he became Connor's contemporary, he had been "repeating" for three years.

"Then, you can cheer yourself." Connor clashed fists with him.

"Don't worry, I've seriously considered positions where I need to fix myself or don't move easily." Cicero waved his hand as he walked deeper into the hall.

Then it's just the liaisons, engineers, and ship doctors, and they don't work for you...... Hmm, wait a minute, it seems that drivers also fall into this category?

"Connor? Have you finished the exam? Another familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Ah, that's right, I 'wiped out' everyone at the enemy headquarters, and then 'destroyed' the entire base," Connor turned, "You don't know, the instructors stationed there have blue faces. ”

This time, it was a heavily armored soldier wearing yellow and green combat armor, and his head was tightly covered by a helmet and goggles.

Connor looked him up and down, "Has your assessment begun?" Master Chief? ”

David Anderson, because of his talent for "no matter what case he investigates, he can always become a red ice dealer in the end" and was transferred to the N7 training base with Connor, and he is about to graduate at the same time, if there is an assessment, it will be almost these days.

Due to his old appearance, he was inevitably noticed, claiming that he was disfigured in the accident and wore a full-coverage helmet that concealed his face most of the time, so he was nicknamed "Headless Horseman" by the other cadets, and Connor called him "Master Chief" for unknown reasons.

"No, it's over." Anderson also came to the self-service kiosk to check his results.

"[Checking the results of David Anderson's promotion to N7, please wait.] 】”

"[The ratio of combat power between the two sides in this exercise is: at the beginning of the exercise, the red side is 55%, the blue side is 45%, and at the end of the exercise, the red side is 100%, and the blue side is 0%]"

[The blue side was completely annihilated, and the assessment was passed, but the main goal was not achieved, and the final evaluation was: passing.] 】”

[During the completion of the exercise, the candidate successfully discovered and annihilated all the ambushes of the blue side, and the additional condition was judged to be "ruthless", and the evaluation was improved. 】”

[Final evaluation: Good.] 】”

[Congratulations on becoming a glorious N7!] 】”

"Hey, are you trying to track down the Red Ice Dealers? The pursuit war is hard to make you fight a clearing war. Connor laughed.

"No, that-"

Anderson was about to say something when the two of them received the message at the same time.

"[Please send the N7 graduates who received this message to Starport to prepare for the graduation ceremony at the Naval Academy on the Arcturus Space Station.] 】”