......

He Mu lay on his bed, looking at the ceiling.

Eighteen years of paralysis allowed him to develop the habit of contemplation.

For example, all kinds of things that happened last night have been deduced in his mind several times at this moment.

He would even think about what he would have done if he didn't have those tactical weapons, how could he save Xiao Zhou, and save his own life?

The reason why this is so is that the next time he encounters a similar emergency, he can instantly come up with a way to deal with it.

There are thousands of dangers that people encounter in this life, but in fact, many of them are repetitive scenes.

If you learn to eat a trench and grow wise, then the possibility of spending your life safely is greatly increased.

And a perennial insecure person like He Mu, even if he doesn't eat that cut, he will reflect.

It was precisely because of his lack of security that he got up at one or two o'clock in the afternoon, when he felt that his spirit had almost recovered.

He still wanted to go to the Red Mist Alliance.

Since Captain Luo asked him to hide for two days, then he should hide.

But it's impossible to hide at home, how can you spend the money by hiding at home?

If something like money can't be transformed into strength, it won't mean much to He Mu.

As for safety, he is even less worried.

Although it is safe in the military community, the Red Mist Alliance is even safer.

After all, there are red mist warriors all around, and if something really happens, an instant mission will be arranged clearly in minutes.

......

After leaving the military community at home, He Mu got on the bus.

In fact, every time he goes out of the community, he can meet so many people.

But no one knew him, and neither did he.

Some people have lived in the same military community with him for more than ten years, and they have not met a few times.

In the entire military community, the only thing he is really familiar with is the neighbor's grandmother Wang.

is the one mentioned in my brother's suicide note.

When my father went to the front, my brother and I were actually children, and Grandma Wang usually came to the house to do the work of eating and washing clothes.

After the father died, it was Grandma Wang who declared, "I will take care of these two children", so the brothers were not sent to the army orphanage.

Now Grandma Wang seems to be working in an orphanage, and she only comes back once a month.

I haven't seen her since I recovered.

He Mu once wanted to go to the orphanage to see Grandma Wang, but he was very conflicted in his heart.

From childhood to adulthood, Grandma Wang treated her brother and him as if they were her own grandsons.

Now that his brother has an accident, how should he explain and deal with it?

"Alas......"

He Mu sighed lightly and looked out of the bus.

......

An hour's drive, He Mu came to the Red Mist Alliance.

Today, the flow of people in the Red Mist Alliance is unusually large, especially in front of the battle wall, and there are piles of people gathered, just like the scene when the vendors are concentrated on promotions.

He Mu leaned over to take a look out of curiosity, and immediately understood what was going on.

It turns out that these are the admissions points of the university.

Now that it is time for high school graduates to fill in their volunteers, except for a few prestigious schools that do not lack excellent students, other universities are competing for students.

And the competition is extremely fierce.

In the previous life, even if they were not prestigious universities, they more or less had their own strong majors, which could attract students in need.

But universities in this world are different.

Whether a university is good or not, 80 percent depends on the department of Red Mist Warriors, and the remaining 20 percent depends on the Department of Red Mist Technology and Monster Studies.

Other majors are insignificant compared to these three departments, and no matter how much you hang, no one will pay attention to you.

Therefore, if you want to develop some partial majors to attract attention, it will not work at all.

When all the universities are vying for the young Red Mist Warrior, the popularity of the young Red Mist Warrior can be imagined.

He Mu just listened casually, and heard a lot of conversations that seemed to be bargaining, and even malicious bidding.

......

"Ahem, Ms. Wang, as long as your son is willing to come to our school, the tuition fee can actually be reduced. ”

"Ms. Wang, your son comes to our school for free tuition!"

"We're also free! Not only free! There is also a monthly allowance for room and board!"

"Do you want to fight?"

"Fight and fight! Who is afraid of whom!"

......

"Mr. Li, our school has the most advanced Red Mist Warrior Training System in China, which is exactly the same as the one at Kyoto University, and is worth tens of billions!

Your son will have a bright future when he comes to our school!"

"Uh, my son's grades in culture are a little worse, can I do it?"

"Don't worry, your son's combat effectiveness is in his twenties, and our school can appropriately lower the requirements for cultural subject scores, but well, in order to prevent some gossip, you may have to pay a little more tuition. ”

"Tuition is not an issue!"

......

"Ms. Zhou, your daughter ......"

......

Hearing this, He Mu shook his head with a smile and walked towards the Red Mist Alliance.

This should be going to be a long time coming.

And during this time, the Red Mist Alliance is undoubtedly extremely safe.

Because almost all of the people who are fighting like street vendors are university teachers who have returned home from vacation, and these people have more or less hundreds of combat effectiveness.

With them here, the security around the Red Mist Alliance is probably far greater than the so-called "Guardian Zone Room" and "Military Region Room".

......

And at the same time as He Mu entered the Red Mist Alliance.

In the corner at the end of the wall.

A man with long hair covering his face, leaning against the wall, unrecognizable of his age, was snoring loudly.

The humble sign at his door had been blown down by the wind at some point, but he didn't know anything.

......

At this time, a middle-aged woman and a teenager came over, and the two of them looked a little ugly, obviously touching a lot of nails before.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to this messy corner.

"Hey, boy, wake up, are you also an admissions teacher?"

The middle-aged woman gently touched the long-haired man and shouted softly.

"Ah...... Huh? Recruit...... Move!"

The man replied in a daze, saliva running down the corners of his mouth as he spoke, mixed with a strong smell of alcohol.

The young man next to the middle-aged woman frowned when he smelled the smell of wine, and looked at his mother and stopped talking.

At this time, the man came to his senses, wiped his mouth, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and helped the sign in front of him up.

"This eldest sister, you have come to me to find the right place, our school has two ace majors, which are very famous in the whole country, if your son comes to our school...... Tut-tut......"

Although the man's appearance is slightly sloppy, he is also quite dedicated when he speaks.

"What major?" asked the middle-aged woman curiously, putting away her dissatisfaction.

The man snorted lightly, his expression quite proud.

"First of all, it's the chef's profession!

I'm talking about chefs who can process the flesh and blood of monsters.

Don't look at this Red Mist Alliance, there are also monster flesh and blood, but the strong can't add anything at all if they eat this kind of thing.

They eat the flesh and blood of truly powerful monsters.

And the flesh and blood of those monsters...... Tut-tut, harder than diamond, stronger than any alloy.

That's where our chef comes in, who can accurately destroy the structure of the flesh and blood to make it floppy......"

......

This blowing ratio is more than three minutes.

Finally, the long-haired man mysteriously took out a red document from his arms.

"This is the third-level chef certificate, and with this certificate, you are qualified to process all monster flesh and blood.

Of course, a chef of this level can no longer be called a chef, and we Red Mist Warriors call him a "gourmet" internally.

Do you know what it means to be a foodie?"

"What does that mean?" said the middle-aged woman with interest.

The long-haired man stretched out his right hand, his five fingers spread and swayed, his eyes full of yearning.

It means that the annual salary starts with 5 million, it means that there is no need to fight and kill, there is no need to take risks, it means that you can make friends with all kinds of big people, and it means that you can go wherever you want!

Dare to ask, is there a better profession in the world?"

Speaking of this, the long-haired man leaned closer and said mysteriously: "Sister, secretly tell you a secret, the value of the monster flesh and blood secretly withheld by the owner of this certificate is more than 10 million every year!"

When he went on a blind date, he slapped this certificate on the table! The woman knelt down directly! Cried and shouted that she wanted to marry him! Hey! I was so envious of me!"

"Really?"

Middle-aged women will be skeptical.

And the teenager behind her didn't seem to have much interest in becoming a "foodie" and asked, "What about the other ace profession?"

The long-haired man was slightly stunned when he heard this, his expression gradually became serious, and his eyes became more and more indifferent.

"Speaking of another profession, hehe, let me ask you, do you know that there is such a group of people, they risk their lives all year round to shuttle between the battlefields, whenever there are giant monsters infested, there must be their traces.

Not only that, but they will also go to the wilderness, to ruined cities......

In short, where there is fighting, there are them, and where there is development, there are them.

They are everywhere! They have made an indelible contribution to the protection of all mankind!"

Hearing these remarks, the young man only felt his blood boiling, as if he had seen a mysterious organization silently guarding Huaxia.

"Teacher, what kind of major is that?" the boy asked excitedly.

Syllable!

With a soft sound, the long-haired man took out another document, on which were written in eight big characters!

Class A excavator driver's license!

Seeing this document, the young man only felt confused.

The long-haired man said with a solemn face: "Do you know how the trenches on the battlefield came from? Do you know how the battlefield was cleaned up after the war?"

Do you know who took the end after the behemoth attacked the city?

You don't know, you just know how to fight and kill!

You don't understand what giving is.

You can't see what those people have done to build the city, and you can't see who is working day and night on the ruins of a ruined city......"

At the end, the long-haired man concluded: "Having this document means that you have been dedicating your whole life!"

Of course, this treatment is also very generous, and the A certificate is guaranteed to be 3 million a year.

If you have your own excavator, that's even great!

Put the driver's license in front of your mother-in-law, it's more useful than ten real estate certificates! I bet! She will immediately be closer to you than her own son!"

The middle-aged woman and the teenager looked at each other, and after a moment, they asked in unison, "Teacher, what kind of university are you?"

The long-haired man coughed lightly twice and placed the sign on his chest.

"Ahem, Lingzhou Vocational University. ”