"I kind of understand why the graduates of your academy have good combat effectiveness, but they are all dead-headed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Looking at Wen Qing, who was fighting with Kazuto Kiritani on the big screen of the monitor, Hank shrugged slightly.

"They're just soldiers, they don't need much brains, they just need to obey orders." The dean snorted coldly and knocked on the table in front of him, "Are you smart to learn from those border bosses?" ”

"Yo, tsk, tsk......" Hearing this, Hank couldn't help but shake his head, "I can't see it, you're still a centrist." ”

"I'm not a faction." The dean opened the drawer on the left side of his desk, took out a box of cigarettes from it, and lit one of his own, "I just want this country to continue to exist, let this nation continue to exist, and not disappear into the mouths of my own people and zombies." ”

"Your ideal is really ambitious, but unfortunately it is not realistic." Hank stepped out of his chair and stood up, "You're better informed than I am now, so you should already know about the 'Divine Source', right?" ”

"Of course," the dean stared at the rising smoke in front of him, "and it won't be long before I have to pick a group of people from among the students to be sent as cannon fodder, most of course, most of them will be independent-minded diehards. ”

"What!" Hank turned his head sharply to look at the dean, and the blood-red gas mask lenses could even faintly reflect the dean's face, "You still have someone here?" ”

"I'm also very curious, why the central army is not deployed, but it has to be sent from our academies and border army." The dean spat out a cloud of smoke again, "There has never been such a thing in a foreign operation before. ”

"Boom!" As soon as the dean's words fell, Hank had already arrived at the table and slammed his hands into fists on the table.

The dean seemed to have expected Hank to do this, and took another puff of cigarette with a calm face: "Don't worry, that student of yours is not on the tentative list, but I'm curious, even if you go to be cannon fodder, as long as you can come back alive, you will definitely have a lot of credit, why did you react so violently?" ”

"You'd better not lie to me." Hank spat out word by word, "Otherwise, I will break your neck with my own hands." ”

"You can rest assured, I am long past the age when I am not afraid of death." The Dean looked straight at Hank's red lenses, "You haven't answered my question yet." ”

After listening to the dean's assurance, Hank immediately turned around and walked to the exit of the office.

"This is leaving? I'm going to prepare a table of food and drinks to get together with you. ”

"Keep it, and it will come in handy when I'm done with what I'm doing." Hank pushed open the solid wooden door to his office, then suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at the dean.

"I just remind you that only the dead will understand what the 'Divine Source' is."

"What do you mean?"

The dean frowned tightly, what does it mean that only the dead will understand what the 'Divine Source' is?

"Literally, get your pig brain right." Hank poked his helmet, "Help me take care of that kid and go." ”

Looking at the closed office door, the dean silently took another puff of smoke, but the frown never let go.

"Only the dead can understand...... Divine Source ......"

Just as Hank said goodbye to the dean, on the square, the battle between Wenqing and Kazuto Kiritani gradually came to an end.

"Boom!" "Bell!"

Listening to these two voices that sounded almost at the same time, all the old students present felt that their teeth were a little sore.

The first sound came from Wen Qing's body, and the pillow in Kiritani and Ren's hands smashed against the heavy body armor in front of his chest, and the filling in the pillow made a muffled sound when it collided with the ceramic bulletproof plate.

And the second sound came from Kiritani and the person, and the steel helmet in Wen Qing's hand landed right on his head impartially.

"it...... It really hurts......" Feeling the sharp pain coming from his chest, Wen Qing felt a little out of breath, this guy's strength is really not small!

“......”

Kazuto Kiritani, who was standing across from him, didn't say a word, just stared straight at Wenqing's mask with those black eyes.

"I said, have you seen enough? Lie down when you've seen enough! Wen Qing endured the pain and reached out and slapped Kiriya and Ren's face, and then this guy kept his original position like a sculpture and fell straight to the ground.

"It seems that this method of exchanging injuries for injuries will be used less in the future, killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred."

If he could hang up the battle card, Wen Qing really wanted to put up a big sign immediately, and then sit down to rest, the pain and the feeling of being out of breath made him a little unbearable.

"He can't do it!" Seeing Wen Qing's current state, Hei Xue Ji immediately waved her hand, "Go!" ”

Now is a good time to collect people's heads, if she lets others take the lead in the evening, then she won't even have a place to cry.

However, Hei Xueji was not the only one who saw that Wen Qing was about to come, but all sharp-eyed old students noticed this.

Unfortunately, their response was one step slower after all.

"Damn, again?" Looking at the black shadow that suddenly appeared in front of him, Wen Qing couldn't help but scold, the wheel battle should also have some quality!

He subconsciously stretched out his hands, wanting to temporarily block them to catch his breath, and then touched a pair of soft objects like steamed buns.

"Looks like something isn't right......"

Wen Qing pinched the pair of 'steamed buns' in his hand, chest muscles, no, this is too soft.

"Boobs? It's not right, it's too small, huh...... Airport? ”

Thinking of this word, a few drops of cold sweat suddenly oozed from Wen Qing's forehead, and he seemed to have touched something that he shouldn't touch......

"Are you comfortable?" Kuroyukihime looked down at the hands that were resting on her chest, and a grim smile appeared on her face.

"No, a little chrome hand." Wen Qing, who was still thinking about what to do, blurted out without thinking about it, and told his truest thoughts.

"it...... It's over! ”