The next day, winding on the road.

"It looks like a disaster."

The neatly built highway is full of broken eaves and broken walls, the torn cement tells the tragic situation of the time, the guardrails on the road have disappeared, if you don't see the dotted and solid lines on the road, you would think that Godzilla has played with it and then abandoned the road by humans.

The originally beautiful mountain has become bare, a large crater has formed in the center, and there is a burning smell in the air, and all living things have suffered from the catastrophe, like a meteorite that has landed just in time.

The 10-kilometer radius of the winding mountain road has been blocked, and the cordon has been drawn, and the information department in Kassel began to operate immediately after Lu Mingfei left, and almost everyone did not sleep all night, just to wipe Lu Mingfei's ass, resulting in no news gossip coming out this morning.

This made the students of the Kassel Academy, who were used to it, a little uncomfortable, and thought that they had slept and arrived in a new world.

"I know it's horrific to see, but my dear director Akadullah Ahmed Mohammed Faruq, you don't have to dress like that, do you?" Ange patted the speaker on the shoulder, "Looking at you like this, I almost thought we were at the site of a nuclear explosion. ”

The guy named Akadulla wears a fully enclosed biohazard suit, rubber boots on his feet, protective glasses, respirators, and portable oxygen tanks.

The principal was right, this guy's equipment matched the surrounding environment, and it really set off the winding road like a Chernobyl reconstruction after the disaster.

"Where can this equipment protect against radiation? It only purifies the air. Director Akadulla corrected Ange's ignorance.

"Purify the air?" Ange was a little surprised.

"That's right, our equipment department is a little allergic to your body odor. Every time you come to the armament department, our ionized air purifier has to be turned on to the maximum, but even then the air is filled with the lingering smell of Turkish kebab, nori bisque, and moldy cheese, which is simply poisoning the brain! Director Akadulla was indignant, and looked at Ange like a human looking at a gorilla.

"I know you're sad, but don't trust your own sense of smell, trust the results of our professional instruments." Akadulla comforted Ange, "I don't know which profiteer gave you the perfume, but you do smell like a meal." ”

"A meal?" Ange continued to endure.

"Ah, I'm sorry, please forgive me for being rhetorically careless." Akadulla said apologetically, "It should be a rancid meal." ”

Ange wanted to cover his face, and he began to regret that he had personally accompanied Akadulla, the head of the equipment department, to collect data.

If the students in the Kassel Academy are just three wrong views, then the equipment department is a sea of neurotics.

In a place stuffed with exploding maniacs, neuropathy is the mainstream, and those who aren't nervous end up stuffing their heads into the tempering furnace.

And this group of neurotics gathered together, and the name was the Equipment Department.

This organization has always been a legend in the academy, and ordinary students will hardly have the opportunity to come into contact with them, except for the occasional sight of a guy in a shabby white coat with black-rimmed glasses on his face hurrying through the campus, carrying two lighters in his hands, looking like an ordinary researcher, with nothing to show for it.

At one time, the head of the Ministry of Information had the idea to write a report about the Ministry of Equipment.

Unlike ordinary students, the person in charge was well aware of the legends of the equipment department, so he sent the bravest students in the information department to be interviewers.

Born into a family of journalists, this classmate has aspired to be a brave war correspondent since he was a child, and he once went to Iraq to do front-line reporting at a young age, once ran wildly with a camera on the battlefield where bullets were flying, and was able to calmly pull out his camera in the face of explosions, and everyone who knew him praised him as a natural journalist.

But the warrior ran back crying with the camera in his arms thirty minutes later, and chose to drop out of school the next day. No one knows exactly what happened to him.

Someone of good deeds had asked the spokesman for the Ministry of Equipment, but the spokesman also scratched his head. "We didn't do anything, we just introduced two small experiments."

The spokesman was a little dazed, "Could it be that the little gift we gave made this classmate unhappy?" ”

"What did you give?"

"We knew that this student belonged to the Ministry of Information, so we specially modified a camera and gave it to him, hoping that he could add more positive descriptions to the report." The spokesman seemed innocent, "Could it be that the radius of the tongue of fire sprayed by the camera is too short?" Or is the explosion not powerful enough? I said it shouldn't be made into an EMP! ”

This conversation was posted on the campus intranet in a post, and since that day the equipment department has become an urban legend.

It was also from that day that the students of the Kassel Academy finally realized what it means to be crazy, and compared to the guys in the equipment department, the people in the press department are as innocent and cute as a silver-haired girl with a double ponytail!

Fortunately, these madmen from major research institutes are generally stationed in the ice cellar, one hundred and twenty meters above the ground, with nine different isolation layers in between, including a concrete layer up to three meters thick, a high-strength armor plate fifty centimeters thick, a lead-zirconium alloy version to restrain nuclear attacks, and a large amount of graphite powder between the isolation layers to prevent the attack of biological and chemical weapons.

Their drinking water has to be distilled and purified by thirteen filtration, the air they breathe has to be dusted, electrically purified and humidified, and the food they eat, oh sorry, they only eat junk food.

But now the boss of the equipment department has appeared on the surface, and it is like the sun is about to be destroyed!

Ange sighed. "I promise I'll try to pollute your air by haunting you as little as possible in the future, and now we'll get back to business. What happened to make you want to go out yourself? Last night, when the dragon king came, you were still huddled underground for experiments. Now that there are two dragon king corpses in the ice cellar, aren't you supposed to be drawing blood around the corpses? ”

"There's no place left." The sea of regret in Akadulla's tone was as deep as a sea.

"You don't have to come up if you don't have a place, do you know that every time you appear in this place, I can't help but worry in my heart?"

"I know that our equipment department is the future of human civilization, but you really don't have to worry so much, principal, the equipment department still has a certain ability to protect itself." "We're not vases in glass cabinets!" ”

"I think the Kassel Academy is the vase." Ange was helpless, "Why the hell did you come up?" ”

Akadulla nodded. "I know that when I say that, it may seem like there's something in the world that we can't do."