Corporate Academy

The endless stream of traffic quietly gathered at the gate of the academy, and the cars were neatly parked in front of the gate like a line of soldiers.

At this time, the scorching sun is empty, and the rising scorching heat keeps baking the earth, but in front of this group of underworld groups that seem to come to collect debts, you can only feel the chill of winter, and each one is bubbling with a rolling murderous aura, like a restrained divine soldier, at this moment the knife is drawn out of the sheath, and the knife light like clear water flows.

The car door was slammed open, and the people who came down were all five big and three thick, with awe-inspiring murderous intent, and a pair of sunglasses clamped to the bridge of their noses. Each of them was dressed in a plain black suit with a white shirt underneath, and their shiny leather shoes made a sword-like crash on the ground. Each wears a medal on his chest that symbolizes justice, with swords on it and a mysterious pattern on the back, surrounded by ripples in a circle. Everyone stood straight in the scorching sun, like unshakable pines and cypresses, which made people feel fearful.

The central door was bent open, and Paca respectfully opened the parasol and hit the roof of the car, pushing the door open, saddle up for today's main appearance.

The avant-garde appeared in a women's suit. Her long blonde hair was curled up at the back of her head, her dark blue pupils were too cold to look at her under the gold-filigree flat frames, her well-fitting top highlighted her proud figure, her knee-length tight skirt with slender thighs, and her feet were shiny black high heels, and her sharp heels pierced into the ground.

She raised her eyes and looked at the big words of the Enterprise Academy above her head, like a provocateur who came to kick the hall, showing a look of disdain.

She took a crisp step, unstoppable, no one could stand on her path, like a spear with no end in sight, showing her edge completely today. The group followed in her footsteps, like a vicious fish in the great pond, waiting to be devoured in this great pond, and they leaped into the water, making footsteps like a death knell, like a group of mourners, marching for the decline of the king.

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office

The avant-garde is now in front of this wooden door, and the names of the powerful are written in block letters, which also hides the mystery of this place. This is the core of the entire academy, and it is also one of the main destinations of their trip, like a stronghold in a war, a fortress that they are about to capture.

The avant-garde did not speak, but raised his hand and put it on the cool metal door handle, twisted it slightly, and directly broke the lock cylinder hidden in the door panel without hindrance, and broke the door directly and violently without using the key, like a search officer, without the habit of waiting for the door to open.

The door was pushed open roughly, and the midday sun peeked out from behind it, leaving large footprints on the hardwood floor. On the left and right are two bookcases that are as high as the roof, and in front of them is a large wooden table, behind which is a figure with his back to them, old and lonely, like the last king, with a lonely back.

Mecaren looked out the window at the empty academy, his face couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing, he turned his back to the thousands of horses without showing the slightest fear, but waited alone for the neighing of the horses. He stood up slowly, his back straight in the sun, like a general who had fought to the end, waiting for the moment of the bright sword. "Everyone is here, why empty the entire academy? I knew it wasn't time for the holidays yet. His ringing bell-like voice resounded throughout the room, revealing a thick and ancient sound.

"I say empty and empty, you are not qualified to say no in front of me." The avant-garde was unreasonable, and she strode over the hospitality sofa in the middle, each step like a bell ringing on the other's heart. She stopped and stood in front of Mecaren, who was now separated by a one-meter-wide solid wood table as the final bottom line. Like a general facing each other, at this moment, they are facing each other.

"I said who it was, it turned out to be the avant-garde secretary general, and I couldn't get far away, it's really rude." Macallen turned, pale and gray-haired. He was dressed in a white military uniform, with countless medals on his chest, like countless honors silently telling his contributions on the battlefield, and like sharp weapons held firmly in his hands.

"Looks like Headmaster Mercaren didn't know we were coming." The avant-garde sneered, and the golden light shone on her face, and she couldn't see the cloudy sunshine.

"Then I don't know what the avant-garde secretary secretary has to do this time, if it's okay, leave a piece of cleanliness for me, after all, I'm not like you young people, the fire of life is burning." Mercaren didn't pick on the other party's intentions, but waited for the flaws to appear like a patient hunter.

"Looks like the headmaster is running out of oil?" Avant-garde and provocative, the tone is very unkind. "Since the headmaster thinks he is old and frail, why don't he abdicate and make way for Xian, so that the governor's palace can invite another master?"

"Does the Secretary-General want me to go home and live my old age?" Mercaren was not angry, although it was the first time he had encountered such an opponent who did not play according to the routine, but he was as smooth as a dry old monk, and he was not as vigorous as a young man. "But I remember that the Secretary-General can only let me, an old man, pack up and go home, with the permission of the Governor's Palace, and you don't have that much power now."

"Permission from the Doge's Palace?" The avant-garde seemed to have heard a big joke, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly. She forced a smile and leaned over and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Do you think I'm bluffing?" Or do you think I'm here just on a whim? Mercarron, you still underestimate me too much. ”

"So the Secretary-General brought a letter of resignation this time?" Mercarron seemed to have guessed something.

"It seems that you are not stupid either." The avant-garde smiled, took out the folded letter of resignation from the bulging pocket on his chest, and opened it little by little. "After the study and decision of the Twelve Administrators of the Governor's Palace, due to Mercarron's advanced age, he is no longer suitable for the post of president of the Enterprise Academy, and let the secretary general of the avant-garde merge this position." The avant-garde finished reading the above content in a straight voice, like a victorious general, looking at the defeated army, with a cold light in his eyes. "So, the current president of the Enterprise Academy is not you, but I am avant-garde." She flicked her fingers as if to say, "You've lost."

"It seems that the Secretary-General, as rumored, never fights unprepared wars." Macarron smiled.

"It's the same with you, I don't believe you're going to sit still like this." Not to be outdone, the avant-garde is not to be outdone.

"Well, we don't have to pretend." Mercaren sat down with the handle of the chair propped up, and looked up at the girl in front of her, who was known as the Iron Lady, with a playful expression. "I think the Secretary-General is bringing so many people here today, I'm afraid it's not just a matter of reading a letter of resignation, but also something else?"

"I don't like to go around in circles," the avant-garde is also straightforward, without dragging the mud and water in the slightest. "Tell me where Xu Kai is?"

"Is the avant-garde secretary general joking with me?" Mecarron shook his head, "He died thirteen years ago, but it is clearly written in your files, you ask me where a dead man is, how can I answer?" Did you tell the Secretary-General that his ashes were at sea? ”

"Don't pretend to me!" The avant-garde seemed to be a little angry, and she could slap the table like a swordsman with a sword drawn, holding a sharp weapon on the head of an enemy. "I just received a report that there was an accident in the Enterprise Academy three hours ago, and the ship's Niang Enterprise died at home, don't think I don't know."

"I don't intend to hide it," Mecarron said, solemnly picking up the report sheet on the table, which was densely covered with words, and the ink was still completely dry. "You see, this is the report I'm going to report to illustrate what the Secretary-General is talking about." He picked up the report and read it aloud, every word like a merciless mockery, dealing a fatal blow to the other party. "At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, because of a mistake in controlling the carrier-based aircraft, a total of 90 carrier-based aircraft of four echelons all fell on the building where she lived, and a violent explosion occurred, and the ship's mother company died in the line of duty."

"Are you kidding me!" The avant-garde was a little angry, she knew that this accident could never be as simple as it seemed on the surface, and there must be a conspiracy behind it that she didn't see, but in the face of this old fox that was as lubricated as a loach, she had a feeling of strength for the first time, like hammering cotton with a fist, meaningless. "An elite shipwreck who has experienced countless battles will die due to operational error? No three-year-old would believe such a lie! ”

"I don't believe it either." Mecarron waved his hand, indicating helplessness, "But that's the way it is, you can't believe it." By the way," he seemed to have in mind. "How can I write a report like this, I don't have any credibility at all, I should write that the enterprise number went to sea alone to face countless deep seas, fought hard, and finally died honorably. How about the Governor's Mansion posthumously awarding her a martyr's medal after that? That's right! Otherwise, if the report is made public and seen by everyone, the company may become the first shipwreck to be stoned to death by a carrier-based aircraft, and it will be laughed at and generous. And this will be recorded in history, leaving a joke for the ages, which can't be said in public or private, you say yes, the avant-garde secretary general who is also the ship's mother. ”

"So you don't want to admit it?" The avant-garde gritted her teeth, if she wasn't some kind of bullshit secretary now, she would definitely unfold her ship's outfit and use her 15-inch main gun to blast the old guy in front of her into pulp. What a bullshit report, it's just playing with IQ!

"Admit what?" Mercaren continued to pretend to be crazy and stupid, revealing an unwitting look of innocence. "Could it be that the people in the Governor's Mansion are like the avant-garde secretary general who forced confessions? In that case, wouldn't there be countless unjust cases? I really feel sorry for that group of colleagues who have been wronged, and they have encountered such a mediocre leader, so that their talents have nowhere to be displayed. He shook his head weakly, a look of pity.

"Do you really think I don't dare to kill?" The avant-garde is now on the verge of anger, she has never been so angry as she is now, she has always played with others in the palm of her hand, but today she was brutally manipulated by others. This is simply the greatest insult to her!

"Is the Secretary-General preparing to kill people?" Mecarron looked at the avant-garde on the verge of rage, there was no fear in his eyes, he knew that the other party could not go out and kill, and he only needed to continue to provoke the opponent to win the final victory in this game.

"You can try!" The avant-garde tone is cold, and you can even feel a chill from the bottom of your heart in this weather where you can sweat like rain. She quietly unfolded her ship's gear, and four 15-inch black guns were aimed at the provocative person in front of her, and the cannonballs with sparks slowly accumulated in the muzzle, as if there was a possibility of a roar at any time. She pressed the solid wood tabletop, on which she could clearly see the concave palm prints, and her tone was low as if from hell, "Tell me, where is Xu Kai?" Otherwise, you will bear the consequences! At this moment, the avant-garde completely went berserk, his dark blue eyes turned red, like an awakened killing angel, and the white wings behind him also turned into a pitch-black turret, ready to judge the sin with the sword in his hand!