Today is a little special, although there are no earth-shattering events, Yui and they have gradually recovered from the blow of the White Night Incident after a night's sleep, but it is by no means an ordinary day that can be spent by swaying - yes, today is the first large-scale cross-departmental joint training in this cycle, and all 30 members of the company's containment team must participate, including several new fifth-level employees of the Central Headquarters, as well as the old fritters at the upper level.

The training time was in the morning, and the location was the main lounge of the Central Headquarters, and the power of the reverse Kabbalah suppressor was full, causing all anomalies to enter forced hibernation. Control, training, and the civilian staff of the Central Headquarters placed a huge metal sphere in the center of the hall, which seemed to be our "target", and there were more training equipment in the open space around it: including holographic dummies, humanoid targets, etc. On the other side is a lectern with a loudspeaker.

Soon, under the leadership of their respective ministers, all the members of the containment team quickly gathered in full, and gradually voiced, lined up, and stood still under the call of the civilian staff of each ministry. Later, Secretary Marcus stepped up to the podium, and with the help of a loudspeaker, she began to divide the personnel into close and long ranges according to the type of EGO weapon. The close-range group naturally includes employees who use spears, sledgehammers, axes, broadswords, gloves, etc., as well as double knives like me; The long-range group is even more whimsical: in addition to bolt-action rifles and shoulder-fired rocket launchers, there is a measuring cup that is always filled with an unknown pink liquid, a shark head that can spit bubbles on the hand, and a variety of colorful staffs and "magic weapons", which are almost as dazzling as the shelves of the souvenir shop next to the park.

This was followed by a more detailed breakdown, with more arrangements based on the range, damage, and special effects of different ego weapons. For fixed targets, the melee team has a large number of spears that need to be made in the surface of the first place, followed by sledgehammers and gloves to participate in softening, and then the sword team focuses on the fragile interior. If hard stubble is encountered, a space should be vacated, and after the remote group is responsible for the initial softening, the close group will repeat the above process.

The arrangement of the long-range group seems to be more standardized, relay shooting, cross cover, some employees with long-range EGO are required to carry out throwing and shooting training, including Azure Nova, Aimer, etc., are required to be proficient in the ability to launch accurate and powerful attacks even when the front is blocked by friendly forces, Yui is required to control the sound of Nova to carry out a precise attack on a humanoid target behind a three-meter-high wall, and many employees of the central headquarters who use the wasp are constantly practicing target shooting, and gunfire is one after another. The magic wand looks even faster, all of them frown, their eyes closed, and they are trying to control their completely unprincipled weapons to carry out various difficult attacks, including the two "magical girls" dressed in a full set of Abomination Queen Ego, the light and cute battle uniforms did not bring them any ease, but they all struggled to make the magic bullets accurately cover the area in front of them, and they were drenched in sweat.

Although it may seem that such a drill is not reliable, it is a project of the production in which Marx participated, and it undoubtedly contains nearly 10,000 years of combat experience (although in practice it is not necessarily that long). We are dealing with monsters that kill people without blinking an eye and have no logic to speak of, and if we fight in a haphazard manner, sooner or later there will be no one left left in some great crisis.

The company has installed a special time control device in the training area, which allows the time to flow more slowly than the outside world – so that the training time is longer and the experience is more secure.

At the end of the morning, in order to test the results of the special training, the directors ordered all the staff to conduct a collective joint operation against the giant fixed target in the center. As soon as the whistle sounded, the employees felt that they were lining up according to their own types of weapons, and for a while the gunshots rang out chaotically; Our close group, on the other hand, began to attack different marked areas of the target according to the choreography at the beginning: a place painted red represents shell-like protection, flexible but not very hard, suitable for hammering; Green is a soft but tough material, similar to flesh and blood, suitable for slashing; Blue means that white damage is received significantly; Gray is extremely hard and tough, and it is not recommended to attack; And......

This kind of training began around 2,000 years ago, and became the norm in the cycle after 4,000 years. As a large, regular project that requires the participation of almost all employees in the department, I have been exposed to work related to it for the vast majority of cycles. This kind of target training has also experienced countless times, of course, it can't just be the stupid target in front of you, if you adjust the mode, it can do quite complex behavior, not only simple movement, but also simulated attacks, blocking, can freely adjust the size and material (of course, all are virtual), and set up a variety of complex behavior patterns and other .......

Sorting out the memories in the repeated cycles, it can be clearly found that the special training equipment is becoming more sophisticated, the training items are gradually increasing, and they are becoming more professional and practical. In fact, such changes happen in small and subtle ways. Everything about them seemed to tell me an ethereal truth - it seemed that things had changed, and that kept my only precious hope left.

All in all, this target platform is indeed quite suitable for all kinds of combat training, especially in the face of abnormal bodies with variable appearance, body shape, and flesh quality, such training is really a great magic weapon to save lives.

Today's special training ended quickly, and everyone seemed quite excited, including the ministers of the ministries who seemed to be very satisfied, especially the little ghost minister of the Central Headquarters, who was usually nitpicking and yelling, but this time he also showed a rare smile.

Later in the day, we plunged back into business as usual after a brief lunch break. As of today, the Central Headquarters has contained seven new anomalytes, and although there is no white night among them, every time I walk into the corridor where the epidemic doctor once stopped, I can't help but stand on top of my hair and break out in a cold sweat.

The two containment units on the east side of Sector 1 contain the "Little Helpers" (HE-class, designation: T-05-41) and the "Beauty and the Beast" (TETH-class, designation: F-02-44), respectively, and are basically not very dangerous. When I followed the Director's orders to take charge of the security of the area, I also saw the staff of the Central Headquarters in the hallway, led by an employee dressed in Pink Red Army (formerly known as the Legion, Designation D-01-106), who was working on two of the anomalous objects.

They all seemed to know me, and when they first met, they greeted me one after another, and some of them even called me by name, which surprised me a little, especially the guy in the lead.

"Daphna senior, it's a good luck." She smiled as she walked up to me with small steps, "I've admired the name for a long time." ”

I didn't have a special crush on this new little guy, and in the face of her flattery, I looked at her with a frown and asked casually, "You know me?" ”

"Hmmm! That's of course. She looked unexpectedly excited: "Of course, your name is known to the whole company, Marx's predecessors always mention you, let us learn from your hard work." ”

"Poof......" I smiled and shook my head, I didn't expect Marx to praise me like this.

"How long has Daphna been working here?"

"It doesn't matter."

"That'...... Are seniors ready to go for the promotion of minister? ”

"This ......" I couldn't answer the question, and I started to get a little impatient. And she immediately sensed my displeasure, and immediately changed the conversation and said, "The senior must have his own plans. But can you bother to help guide the work of the little helper? She added with a smile: "Your work skills are always talked about among newcomers, please ......."

"Ugh." I sighed and began to look at her with some seriousness: her face was clean and good, she was born in the city, her short blue hair was simply draped over her shoulders, and the ego on her body was dressed tightly.

"Your name?"

"Just call me Patsy, senpai."

"Patsy." I nodded, I have almost no impression of this guy, it's very abnormal, in this company that I have sold my life for almost 10,000 years, I actually met a stranger. But I still tried to convince myself with coincidences and miracles, besides, I was just a newcomer, no big deal. "What do you want to ask me?"

"About the little helper oppression work skills...... After all, that guy is just a boring household cleaning robot no matter how you look at it. She said, glancing at the hatch of the containment unit not far away, grimacing.

Of course, this is not an incomprehensible situation, after all, in HE-class anomalies, the little helper is really tricky; This thing seems to have been made long before the founding of Brain Lobe, and probably even older, because it has the basic intelligence that existing machines are missing (roughly equivalent to a ten-year-old child), apparently a product before the AI ban was enacted by the Chief, and during a crackdown on it, I saw a vague production sign on the back, with a bold line of large letters: "Revolutionary Innovation!" Clean, cook, prevent crime! This little robot can help you do ......anything, but unfortunately most of the data is covered up by blood stains that can't be erased, or simply wiped clean, and nothing can be seen.

"Have you carefully studied the information on that iron lump?" I asked seriously.

"Ah...... Yes, it's just not very detailed. Parcy said with a slurrel.

I shrugged, "That thing can save your life, don't be smart." said.

"Understood, what the seniors taught was." With a serious look on his face, Patcy took out the folder from the shelf on the side and read it carefully.

At this point, I looked through the porthole at the harmless-looking T-05-41 in the containment unit: it had an oval-shaped pure white body, two slender metal legs, bright red eyes, and a happy expression.

“…… When the employee's work on it is complete, its appearance will change: it will extend two pairs of sharp, sickle-shaped robotic arms. It is worth noting that the sharp blade was stained with blood in the first place......" Reading this, Patcy couldn't help but read aloud, apparently this text gave her unexpected surprise, after all, what danger can a small robot only knees high cause?

Coincidentally, one of the employees was just about to finish his work and leave the containment unit when the iron box reached out from the back compartment and began to cut the dust and food on the floor indiscriminately, and the staff was taken aback by the sudden action. It wasn't until the things shattered into pieces the size of sesame seeds that the little helper finally "satisfied" to start the vacuum cleaner and suck the mixture of raw meat, dust and blood into his stomach.

Output of independent PE-BOX production: 17; Work Result: Excellent.

Parker, who witnessed all this, was naturally dumbfounded in surprise, and kept checking the clipboard and employee handbook repeatedly, and muttered non-stop. I'm not intimidated by the sight, "If you can't keep it clean, it's going to be human." I said to Patsy. In addition to sighing, such a monster also made me feel a little regretful: if the evil deeds of the Judgment Bird originated from the blind exercise of justice, then the anomaly of the "little helper" is an imperfect machine that deviates from its own trajectory and becomes an anomaly by mistake - even if it seems that this is not a completely bad thing for its creator, humans, it can now produce unimaginable energy, but the only price is "just" some human lives, which are thousands of normal "little helpers" It will never be able to be emulated.

If we compare a company to a running machine, are we already off track? How can I, as the "cog", struggle? I may have my own answers, but the first priority is to teach a new group of people to work.