Kassel Academy, church.

Sunlight shines silently through the stained glass and from the church's high dome.

Anyone who knows anything about Christianity will be a little surprised when they walk into this church.

Biblical stories are often painted on the stained glass of ordinary churches, guiding the lost lamb with a divine figure.

But on the glass windows of this church are dark green world trees, which spread from the bottom of the church all the way to the dome, and the branches are luxuriant, covering the sky and the sun, like the palm of a god's hand.

Caesar stood at the bottom of the World Tree, his hands behind his back, his ice-blue pupils sweeping over the faces of all the officers of the student council like bayonets.

The silence had been going on for a long time, and everyone's faces were ugly.

"How many more people do we have in the parking lot?" Caesar asked.

"And thirteen survivors." A senior commissioner said.

"Survivors?" Caesar frowned slightly.

The senior committee members froze, and the air was as heavy as a mountain. He realized he had used the wrong word, and the smell of gunsmoke was blowing through the windows as the flames of war raged outside the church. This is the real battlefield, and the people who hold the guns are soldiers, so how can there be any survivors?

Unless you're not facing a war, but a bloody slaughter.

The senior committee member swallowed, his head was a mess, and he didn't know how to defend himself. He was a member of the student council, an elite selected by Caesar, and he should not have made such a slip of the tongue. But no one around felt strange, but someone cast an understanding gaze.

They all knew that this was indeed a massacre.

The carnage had begun three minutes earlier, when the sniper rifle roared again.

At that time, the Lionhearts were in retreat, and the situation in the parking lot was mixed with gunfire and shouting, and the situation was like a Middle Eastern battlefield.

No one knew what was going on, only that the snipers of the Lionheart Society suddenly fell silent, and the people of the student council, led by the captain, rushed down the mountain like tigers and struggled forward, roaring towards the victory at their fingertips.

Even the faces of everyone in the church subconsciously showed relaxed expressions, thinking that everything that followed should be devastating, right?

Now that I think about it, there is nothing wrong with their thoughts, the only problem is that it is actually themselves who are regarded as rotten bamboos.

The first to fall was the leading vice president, who still had a proud smile on his face before being hit by a bullet, reminiscent of the legendary sun shot down by Hou Yi.

The next person to fall was the team leader behind him who subconsciously made a tactical evasion, stupid as a rabbit that crashed headlong into a big tree.

The third gunshot took away the surprise of the Lionheart Vice President, the Frenchman's pupils were filled with great surprise when he lost consciousness, and he didn't have time to think too much about it at that moment, just wondering if Susie was still holding a grudge against him last time when he was a light bulb, otherwise how could he shoot a black gun at this time?

And then the slaughter began.

Everyone present had seen snipers, and many had even played with sniper rifles, but they had never seen such marksmanship.

In the last second, a girl in white trousers fell to the ground at the end of the parking lot, her gloomy figure like a swan falling to the dust; In the next second, someone on the other side was shot, and the bullet hit his wrist accurately, driving the RPG in his hand to rotate together, and several figures fell to the ground one after another with a bang.

The dust was so thick that everyone watching the battle next to the church felt that their faith had fallen along with these figures.

I'm going to this observation across the battlefield, this refers to where to shoot where to shoot, this thing is open self-aiming plus perspective plus infinite visual range, right? What about the Discipline Committee? Professor Manstein, come out quickly, someone is hanging!

Two minutes later, there were no more people in the parking lot who dared to move.

The survivors of the Lionheart and the Student Council were lying under the car with their heads in their hands, their faces all blank.

They were speechless, and only felt that they were playing two games with the sniper. If that sniper is playing Sniper Elite, then they are playing ... Probably i anna be...

The cadres of the student union also felt that they were speechless, who is this sniper? Where did it come from? Is it a third party to the Academy? Why did they come forward at this time? Why would this sniper shoot at both the Student Council and the Lionheart? These cascading questions clouded their minds like a fog, so much so that they were now even a little overwhelmed, and could only watch their own people fall one after another, like harvested crops.

"We failed." Caesar said lightly.

These simple words swept through the entire church like a storm, and every cadre who heard this sentence involuntarily showed a shocked expression.

"Don't get excited, I hate failure, but I hate even more cowards who refuse to admit their failures." Caesar's ice-blue pupils were expressionless, "This time we did fail. Because of my wrong decision, the front-line troops were completely lost, and more than 40 combat forces were lost, but nothing was gained on the frontal battlefield, and there is no doubt that this is our defeat. ”

The room was silent, everyone bowed their heads under Caesar's gaze, humiliation and frustration keeping them open.

Under Caesar's leadership, they have always been the winners of Freedom Day, and even if Lionheart will appear Chu Zihang, who is called "Super A", he will not be able to win from them. But now the shadow of defeat hangs over all of them, and they don't even know who their opponents are.

"But that doesn't mean we're out of the game." Caesar looked around at the crowd, "The Lionhearts have also suffered a heavy blow. ”

After a brief silence, everyone looked up in surprise.

"The Lionhearts have also invested a lot of men in the frontal battlefield!" Someone's eyes lit up.

"That's right." Caesar nodded, "That also means that the only thing we need to worry about is that weird sniper." ”

Someone nodded. Caesar was right when he said that the only condition for victory for a day of freedom was the total destruction of the enemy. The total annihilation of both sides meant that the balance of power between them and the Lionhearts did not fluctuate much, in other words, as long as they could get through the parking lot locked by the sniper, then everything would be back on track to what they were familiar with.

"But who is that sniper?" Someone asked about the confusion that everyone shared.

"It's a freshman, and it's likely to be our S-class." Caesar said lightly.

Everyone looked at each other, their expressions glazed as if they had seen a beautiful sheep with flowers and branches turning its head to show a mouth full of fangs.

Everyone present has seen Lu Mingfei's information, ridiculous high school grades, lonely emotional career, and his only specialty is playing games.

Every cadre who saw this information almost laughed, wondering if the bloodline rating was malfunctioning? How did you put a little white rabbit in?

But today they were kicked into the grave by the little white rabbit, which was tight and impermeable.

"I checked today's report through Norma, and it shows two freshmen, A-level freshman Zero from Russia, and S-class freshman Lu Mingfei from China. Their entry into the school was at noon today, and it was the time when we went to war. Caesar had a faint smile on his face, "So if nothing else, he's our opponent." ”

"This guy is crazy, isn't he?" Someone said subconsciously.

No one in the room responded. The reason why they were hesitant was because they thought that the sniper was a third party from the Academy.

But now listening to Caesar's meaning, there are only two people in this so-called third-party force, and they are all freshmen who have just entered the school? The elites present scratched their heads with confused expressions on their faces. I wondered if these two freshmen had suddenly gone crazy, otherwise how could they be so impulsive?

"If he fails, then he is undoubtedly an arrogant madman." Caesar said, "But what if he succeeds?" ”

The cadres were stunned, wondering if Caesar was playing a clumsy joke.

"If he succeeds, then he will become a real, unprecedented S-class in this academy." Caesar's eyelids drooped, and no emotion could be heard in his flat tone, "It's like a big gamble." The bet lost three knives and six holes, and the bet won the torn earth seal. What would you choose? ”

"Where are they gambling and committing suicide, right?" Someone put forward a different opinion, "What's the difference between declaring war on the Student Council and the Lionheart at the same time when you enter the school and lighting a cigar with a detonator?" ”

"That means they are sure they will win."

The cadres were a little hesitant, wondering if they should show a polite smile at this time, so that the elder's judgment would not be so embarrassing. Can you win the game against the two clubs? Hey, hey, hey, where did this outrageous joke come from? The two freshmen were only holding a sniper rifle in their hands, not the legendary Star Destroyer Cannon!

"Maybe I guessed wrong, but I still appreciate Lu Mingfei's courage, not to mention anything else, how many freshmen can raise their weapons to fight back in a day of freedom?" Caesar raised his eyelids, his ice-blue pupils sharpening as before, "In the face of such an opponent, I think I must give him enough respect." ”

"What are you going to do?" Someone asked.

"Help me contact Chu Zihang." Caesar said lightly.