The data exchange of the meteorological center is carried out entirely through EVA, which means that the situation there is one-way transparent to him. Having gone ashore, he found a car on the side of the road with the key still stuck in by the owner, and now he is driving the car to the red well where everything is about to happen, while keeping an eye on the situation there with his headphones.

"The sonar scan continues, and ten percent of the corpses are still alive!"

"What's going on?" The vice principal yelled.

"Wait, wait!" There was a keyboard tapping sound in the headphones, "Found it!" One researcher also yelled in response: "It's a satellite image!" The reason why the corpse guards migrate to Tokyo is because the gods release pheromones through the Tokyo sewers, but it takes time for pheromones to spread! So the corpses swimming at the back were not affected by the Brimstone Refining Bomb, and now they have been rerouted to bypass the artificial island of Hai Firefly! While the sulfur will still have an impact on their movements, it will still be catastrophic for ordinary people when they enter the city of Tokyo! ”

"What to do? Get me a plan! A plan to kill this group of corpse guards! ”

"The bad thing is that we don't have any brimstone refining bombs anymore, so we have to keep them off artificially! Fortunately, because of pheromones, they all swim to the drain of the Tokyo sewers instead of the port, so we don't have to deploy defenses throughout Tokyo Bay. The best solution at the moment is to block them at the mouth of the sewer! ”

"Got it, Ange left a reserve for me, I think I should send it to the sewers to catch insects." The Vice-Chancellor answers the outside line. "If Yoshitaka Hasegawa arrives, let him go up to the rooftop."

Li Su took the time to glance at the screen and saw the situation on the rooftop through EVA's monitor. The three vice principals, Shuichi Sakurai and Yoshitaka Inuyama, stood on the rooftop, and EVA was "sitting" on a chair next to them.

"Yoshitaka Tanigawa, a member of Inuyama's parents, met with the Vice Chancellor, a 1955 graduate of the Kassel Academy majoring in precision mechanics, and who once participated in the swimming competition and won the second prize, and was honored to be awarded the award by the Vice Chancellor himself." Yoshitaka Hasegawa in a black suit stands in the pouring rain.

"Has the Inuyama family's army arrived?" The vice-principal asked lazily.

"They're all downstairs on standby."

The vice principal leaned in and looked down, and there was a nanny car parked in front of the Metropolitan Police Department building. The youth idols of the Inuyama family wore neat black combat uniforms, standing in a row with their hands behind their backs, their ponytails wet by the rainstorm, the rain slid through their delicate curves, and they puffed up their chests like frost, like time-tested soldiers.

"Oh oh! Look at the slender waist and long straight legs! The vice principal clenched his fists in his chest and heart, "Is this the Inuyama family's army?" I love Inuyama family! I am deeply touched by your loyalty and beauty! ”

"According to the headmaster's orders, we will follow the orders of the headmaster, and the Inuyama family is ready to meet the corpse guards in the sewers."

"How can a bastard throw such a good-looking girl down the drain? Needless to say, the work of catching insects in the sewers will be done by Yilong, you and I will do it! Let the girls all change into high heels and night dresses, low-cut low-cut and backless backless, and wait for us to come back! The vice principal looked lamented.

"It's true that the Inuyama family won't use this force unless they have to, but the strength of the family has been completely destroyed, and the members stationed in other places are driving to Tokyo but it's too late. Tokyo's drainage system grows wider the closer to the sea, and the entrance to the sea is 30 meters in diameter, so enough people must be stationed to keep the corpses out. In this case, the flowers of the Inuyama family are as hard and sharp as steel! Please rest assured, the Vice Chancellor, we will exist as the last line of defense of the Eight Snake Clans, and will not allow any corpses to invade Tokyo, and vow to fight to the last man! Yoshitaka Hasegawa bowed deeply.

"Bastard! Who wants you to fight to the last man? Wait for Lao Tzu to re-receive your snake eight families under the banner of the academy, these beauties are all from the academy! It is the property of the school! The Vice Chancellor was furious, "Who authorized you to dispose of the college's property like this!" Rebel, are you going to rebel? ”

Yoshitaka Hasegawa was stunned, blinking at a loss.

"There aren't enough people," the vice principal looked at the girls downstairs in the rainstorm. Suddenly, his face was expressionless:

"Do you know what it means to put these girls in the sewage treatment plant? It's like throwing an undernumbered army on the worst battlefield, just a prop to stall for time, and soon they will be wiped off the map. Few of these girls make it back alive, and neither do you. ”

"Everyone in the Inuyama family is conscious." Yoshitaka Hasegawa said in a deep voice, "After we fell, the family members who rushed back from other places had time to take over. ”

"Researcher Matur, did the equipment department bring equipment this time?" The Vice-Chancellor turned to Fellow Matur.

"What do you mean, Vice Chancellor? We're just logistic, okay? We are not trained in tactics! It's better to let those Japanese women fight with the hunters, I think it's more reliable! They all look like they're all very combative. Researcher Matur panicked: "The people of the Armament Department should save great minds to serve the future of mankind!" ”

"Do you watch American dramas? The Walking Dead? The Vice-Chancellor looked into Researcher Matur's eyes and spoke earnestly.

"Oh! The entire equipment department watches "The Walking Dead", although I prefer movies with more literary connotations, but shotguns fighting zombies are still very enjoyable. Researcher Matur's eyes lit up, "I also bought a Gerber folding knife, the kind that stabs zombies very hard." ”

The entire armament department is deeply poisoned by cartoons, TV series, computer games, and science fiction films. While most of the time they are different poisons and indulge in fantasy worlds that are completely different from others, occasionally they also show a strange consensus on works such as Star Trek, Crysis, Assassin's Creed, etc.

When Crysis was released six years ago, the entire equipment department bought the game in groups. Moved by the simple guns inside, they did not choose to buy existing weapons for magic modification, but remade them with the materials in hand. The outflow of these results and test data has a direct impact on the Pentagon's revision and supplementation of the next generation of weapons procurement targets. The biochemical suits they made were abandoned because they were completely unable to be mass-produced and always exploded inexplicably.

When the Star Trek movie was released four years ago, they customized a crew suit for everyone, and divided it into the Command, Science, Engineering, and Medical Departments according to the original book according to the department they belong to (among them, the members of the Command are all from other departments because of the lack of willing personnel). When everyone meets, they separate their middle and ring fingers and say "prosperity" to each other. But there are also some people who are die-hard fans of the old version of Star Trek, who denounce others for forgetting their roots and not eating at the same table with them, and angrily scolding JJ Ablas on Riddit for ruining the classic. They even took a hard look at the Akurie engine, which was closest to the warp engine in Star Trek — and of course the die-hard ones joined in — but it cost tens of millions of dollars to prove the theory wrong—special relativity is as unreliable in the real world of general relativity as classical mechanics.

Assassin's Creed 3 was released last year, and the title also caused a lot of discussion among them. Although they outright rejected the memory of DNA storage — humans don't have as many base pairs as corn — they were intrigued by other parts. They began to design various neural connections in an attempt to rebuild the Animus, and on the other hand, they discussed how to make weapons to keep themselves safe if they appeared at various points in history. During this period, they were divided into two factions: the Templars said that only order could create while accurately deploying various bombs, while the Assassins said that what suited them was the best freedom to create.

During this time, they fell in love with The Walking Dead, often fantasizing that the Armament Department was the last shelter in the world. They must fight with zombies who break in through various passages, although with the technology of the equipment department, even if they only have iron ore and sulfur stone toner, they can make high-lethal gunpowder weapons that are not inferior to the desert eagle, but it is not necessarily boring to bully zombies with this kind of thing, so hand-to-hand combat is popular in the equipment department, and the knife racks are full of Japanese knives, wilderness survival knives and machetes, as well as logging axes, serrated knives and composite hunting bows, and the researchers of the equipment department caress these weapons and fantasize about their gorgeous figures dancing in the zombie horde, The intoxicated expression was like caressing the girl's body and dancing with her.

Researcher Matur took out the black rubber-handled folding knife and swung it out of thin air, shaking his shoulders and making a "rustle" sound of the sword breaking through the air.

"Imagine what a perfect opportunity for you to experience the joy of zombie warfare!" The vice principal looked solemn:

"Is there any difference between a corpse guard and a zombie? Enhanced versions of zombies only, you can chop them and bomb them, they don't hurt you and you don't have to be held legally responsible. Zombie siege, wow! Do you understand how rare this opportunity is? There has never been an official record in the history of mankind! The Vice-Chancellor patted Researcher Matur on the shoulder and led him to the rooftop overlooking the stormy city:

"Imagine that! It's your only chance of a lifetime! Fantasy becomes reality before your eyes! You team up with a beautiful girl! Slash zombies and save humanity! Then quietly flew away, hiding merit and fame! I'd love to be a part of that! This is a big event that a man dreams of in his life, and even if you fall, it's a beautiful girl who catches you next to you! If the beautiful girl falls, do you have the consciousness to catch her? ”

Researcher Matur paused for a moment and slammed his heart:

"Vice Chancellor! I...... I understand! We did bring gear! The armament department goes anywhere in the world with equipment! Please give us two hours to get your gear ready! ”

"I'll go! What the fuck gear do you need two hours to prepare? The vice principal was stunned.

"Strike Gundam!" Researcher Matur's eyes lit up like torches:

"But it's still in the container, and we need to take a little time to assemble it. But don't worry, it can be done in two hours, because we have designed it with fast assembly in mind, so we use the latest interface technology, carbon fiber and iron-manganese alloy rotary connection rails and plug-in fiber optic cables can reduce the assembly time by 85%, and the warm-up of the weapon system ......"

"Wait, wait, wait! Are you talking to me about Gundam right now? Are you sure you're talking to me about Gundam? The Vice Chancellor was dumbfounded, "Did you go to the wrong set, Researcher Matur?" Our drama is a bloody story about a brave and scheming half-breed to destroy the dragon clan and restore the grand conspiracy, not a brave boy, go to the childish cartoon of Gundam to create miracles! ”

Researcher Matur looked shy:

"Let me explain, let me explain, the development code name is Strike Gundam. While it's true that we'd love to build a Gundam, it's still difficult with current human technology. In particular, the wear and tear of the ankle joint, after all, machinery cannot be guaranteed to function by constantly renewing cells like living organisms. Even if it is built, it will not be as huge as the cartoon, and it can't load the driver, vice principal, you must know that the bipedal large robot equipment room is very unreasonable, the amplitude of the robot walking alone is enough to shake the driver out of the concussion, and if he is sent out, then the guy in the cockpit will be shattered all over the body. ”

"That's why we call Strike Gundam a four-legged armed robot that can pass through all kinds of terrain, comes with a 20mm rapid-fire cannon, two 12.7mm machine guns, and a 'Starlight' missile, which can also self-detonate if necessary! To be honest, it doesn't look like a Gundam at all, but we used a blue and white livery to show that we pay homage to the Gundam! ”

"Get out! How do quadruped self-propelled robots get into the sewer? Your brain has been eaten by zombies, right? I don't have time to wait for you for two hours! Bring the rest of your equipment and follow me now! What does it take to hack a zombie fuck? All it takes is a man's blood and a wilderness survival knife! The vice principal yelled, "You have five minutes to prepare!" Then get me out of the girls' babysitter's car! ”

Researcher Matur descended the stairs with cheers that were between excitement and horror, and the helicopter dropped the heavy container in front of the Meteorological Center building, and the madman-like technologists rushed into the container, and all sorts of gold and iron sounded.

"You're probably the only one who can think of a way to command the Armament Department, right? With the addition of the Armament Department, maybe we can win this battle. Eva said.

"Neurotics know how to direct a neurological hospital to rebel." The vice-principal sat down at the table and reluctantly drank the residual wine from the bottom of the can, "Notify the Metropolitan Police Department that I have prepared fifty flamethrowers and enough gasoline, okay?" ”

"No problem," Eva nodded, "I was the de facto head of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government during the time the governor was drunk, and I could use any resources within the Tokyo Metropolitan Government, except that I couldn't command the Self-Defense Forces." Fifty flamethrowers were brought out of the Metropolitan Police Department's arsenal and delivered to the parking lot within five minutes. Mentor Flammel, are you going to go yourself? With your personality, you should stay and admire the demise of this city, and you're only an expert in alchemy, not combat, and sniping corpses is not your job. ”

"But the lascivious old man really can't watch the beautiful girl go to the battlefield to serve as cannon fodder, and if you want to incite the equipment department to fight this battle, I have to appear myself, otherwise those neurotics may have problems at any time." The vice principal shrugged, "Hell, I really ordered the three-meter-tall Winnie the Pooh, hoping to give it to my son with my own hands." ”

"Are you really that important to Mentor Flamel?"

"Do you think I wouldn't have made an exception if you weren't good-looking, but I love to see you running around in your summer uniform...... If Manstein could get married, start a family, and have a daughter like you, I would be able to die in peace. The Vice Chancellor shook his head, "How long does it take for Damnation to travel over Tokyo?" ”

"64 minutes."

"Then prepare to release it, and in 64 minutes you will drop the sword of Damocles wherever you are." The vice principal looked at the rain-clouded Shinjuku district, "I really want to see the god come back to life." It must be a beautiful sight, right? ”

"According to my calculations, if the result of the release of the Sword of Damocles into the city of Tokyo is 750,000 casualties, do you really need to contact the principal to confirm?"

"There's no need, my authority is the same as Ange's, once you are awakened, the authority is still above me and Ange. Although Ange is a vengeful god, he is not crazy enough to ignore human life, and if he is asked to make this decision, he will only delay the opportunity, and we behind the scenes will do the dirty things for him. Historically, the Secret Party was such a bunch of bloody bastards who had to sacrifice millions of lives to slay dragons, and they did just that, and now I'm the only bloody bastard left in this academy. The Vice-Chancellor said lightly:

"The happiness of the living is always built on the accumulation of bones."

EVA didn't answer, I don't know if she didn't know what to say or if she didn't feel the need to say it. Suddenly, she said something completely unrelated. "Mentor Flammel, someone wants to say a few words to you."

"Who? Can that old fellow in Ange move so quickly? Tell him everything is OK here. The vice-principal walked indoors with a dry beer can, ready to get a new one.

"No, it's Li Su, about blocking the corpse guards."

The vice-principal bowed back and reached for his back, a habit he had done when he was still leading his students, and the "terrible Flammel" would always put the various potions he had prepared there. But he caught it, and it took a few seconds for him to realize that he hadn't taken a student in a long time and hadn't gone out, after that incident.

He straightened up again, speaking in the same cynical tone as before.

"What? Do you want to help? ”

"No, I can't help." Li Su's voice came from the loudspeakers in all directions. "I'm still on my way to Red Well in Takamagahara, but I have something for you. How many nine-mm pistols do you have? Same as my Glock caliber. ”

"Not much, two. Most of our regular weapons are spears. EVA answers this question directly.

"Okay, go get it under the bed where I've been staying for the past two days, EVA knows where I'm staying."