At dusk, the sun illuminates this financial city with its last orange-red glow. The crowds of people are constantly changing, and the brilliant LED wall washers slowly light up. The giant ferry docked at the coast also sounds its whistle, and the wind blows. The city became more colorful.
But after all, artificial lights cannot cover all aspects of Chicago like sunlight. In a place where there is no bright light, someone is walking slowly on the gravel path.
Taking advantage of the dim light, one could vaguely glimpse the desolation of this area. Walking along the paved subway track, we were surrounded by overgrown weeds and surrounded by low-rise bungalows built with red bricks and stones. The paint on many of the walls had been peeled off.
And on these disorderly streets of bungalows clustered together like a hornet's nest, there are many homeless people wrapped in mats lying casually on them, with pale skin on their faces and dull eyes.
Most of them are black, but there are also drug addicts and businessmen who have gone crazy because of bankruptcy. They are the poor at the bottom of this society. They see no hope in life, and even the bright lights of the prosperous world do not shine on their faces.
In the night, a man who was walking hurriedly suddenly felt his trouser leg being pulled. He stopped and looked behind him.
A bony hand stretched out from the darkness of the corner, where a terminally ill middle-aged black man was lying.
His lips were bloodless, and they were opening and closing at the moment, as if he was praying for something. He almost used all his strength to grab the man's trouser legs made of fine fabrics, as if grasping the last straw.
The first thing that showed in the man's eyes was a kind of fear or panic. It was not until he saw the owner of these hands that he reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief.
He just took out all the cash and US dollars he had on him from his leather wallet and sprinkled it on the man's face, then hurriedly opened his legs and walked away quickly, as if something scary was watching him behind him.
"The suspicious target has been found, in a slum near Washington Park in the South District."
In such a dilapidated and desolate place, a magnetic low voice sounded. A young man in a black trench coat leaned behind a mottled low wall and reported through the intercom.
It was not until three hours before the official start of the war practice class that they, the lower-grade freshmen, received all the information about the mission.
Among them, one of the main figures involved in this evolutionary drug transaction was a Frenchman named Leno, who had a similar appearance to this hurried man.
Although the time was short, the students of Cassel College still showed good execution ability. They divided their troops into three groups, one group set up control near Leno's house, one group squatted at all possible transaction locations in the South District, and the other group served as the main execution force. The team waited for the intelligence to be verified and then took action.
"Let Norma match the face based on the photos. If it is confirmed that it is Leno, the security personnel stationed at his house can be withdrawn."
After a while, a young man's clear voice came out from the public chat channel.
"The target this time is very careful. Be careful not to reveal your body while tracking."
The young man as the commander reminded again.
Lenno's ability to avoid the sight of all the hybrids stationed in his home and appear in the slums near Washington Park already shows his caution and ability. Maybe the students being monitored by Kassel College had alerted him.
"Don't worry, Captain, my word spirit is a Sequence 37 ghost."
Kadula, the young freshman in charge of the report, slapped his chest and said decisively.
He seemed to respect this commander so much that when facing him, he was completely arrogant and arrogant like a young elite, and he even couldn't wait to express himself.
"If there is an accident during this operation due to your mistake, I will apply to Minister Schneider for a transfer order on your behalf to pick up the CC1000 train ticket inspector's shift."
The young commander's words were still cold, as efficient and rigorous as a machine.
"Ha ha……"
Many freshmen with walkie-talkies in their hands couldn't help but laugh out loud. The tense atmosphere of their first mission became less tense and even a little more cheerful.
"yes."
Kadur replied firmly, chat channel
Silence returned inside again.
On this side, on the top floor of a towering steel building in Chicago, a young man also wearing a uniform black trench coat of the Executive Department put down the walkie-talkie in his hand, held down the baseball bag on his shoulder and looked into the distance.
"My mission style is exactly the same as yours."
Beside him, the stern-faced Chu Zihang rarely spoke, and Murasame held him in his arms.
In Chu Zihang's impression, Li Longyuan always liked to stand at the highest point of an area, then overlook the people or objects below, and then after identifying the target, he would jump down and behead him with one blow.
It's a very efficient but also very monstrous approach, like a hunting eagle, which only dives from high altitude to probe its prey when it's really sure of its prey, grabbing the prey's throat with lightning speed.
On Chu Zihang's left hand, Susie, with shiny black hair and a gentle face, was wiping various sharp knives while loading bullets into her submachine gun.
She wore a combat uniform that was easy for movement, but it still couldn't hide her slim figure. Also wearing combat uniforms was Nono, who had long burgundy hair. .
She was holding a super-large sniper rifle at the moment and adjusting the various accuracy of the firearms tools.
In addition, Fingel, who was wrapped in a thick military green explosion-proof armor suit and only showed a nervous face through his goggles, was the last member of the main force responsible for the operation.
Thanks to his strong body, he was able to hold up the explosion-proof suit for so long.
Knowing that this order was first assigned by the principal, Fingel knew that he could not escape this disaster, so he was fully prepared before taking action.
First, he hugged the thighs of Li Longyuan and Chu Zihang, and then he bought retired military explosion-proof suits from the black market at a high price. In a word, saving the dog's life was the most important thing.
Unfortunately, because of Fingel's perseverance, Li Longyuan, who was originally going to put him on the sidelines and be responsible for the tracking position, changed his mind and included the loser brother into the main team.
After learning the results of the grouping, Fingel was on the verge of tears. This was different from last year's grouping situation.
Last year, Caesar's command was to disperse the students into independent teams, each with a leader and the possibility of facing crises head-on.
But this year, Li Yongyuan directly incorporated all the members with outstanding abilities into a team, broke the remaining students into pieces, and then spread them out as scouts.
In other words, when encountering the threat of Deadpool, only the main team will be in danger of death, and the probability of casualties is extremely high.
After all, they are only one person, and the number of enemies is still unknown.
In fact, when the grouping arrangements were announced, many freshmen expressed their opinions. As elites, of course they cannot watch their companions suffer while they only do easy work.
But Li Yongyuan did not make changes and insisted on his own opinion. Some people say he is arrogant, others say he is arrogant and difficult to get along with, but more people are willing to believe in him and believe in this man who has brought them too many shocks and miracles.
Even though he, like them, is still a freshman.
"I like this feeling, the feeling of being in control of everything."
Li Longyuan tilted his head slightly, and the wind blew through the smooth black hair on his forehead. His pupils were as deep as the wells of the dark abyss, and his mouth opened with a wild smile, just like a white wolf waiting to hunt on the grassland.
"If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level."
Su Qian, who had been calmly preparing for the battle, held a sharp blade between her exquisite fingertips. With a strange touch on her breast pocket, the blade disappeared.
"But no one knows if there is anyone higher than our height."
The girl came over and her warm voice sounded again. She was reminding Li Longyuan that every mission required extra caution, because the hybrid itself was an extremely dangerous creature.
"It's good that you have this mentality."
Li Yongyuan responded to the girl noncommittally and slightly coldly.
People who are familiar with him know that every time Li Longyuan leads a team on a mission, he always maintains this cold and almost cold-blooded state, just like Chu Zihang in normal times, but every time his decision-making tends to be more correct or efficient.
"How long do we have to wait? No
Has someone sent the message back? "
Nono, who was watching on the sidelines and chewing bubble gum, spit out a pink bubble, blew it up and asked.
Li Longyuan put his hands behind his back and just looked at her without explaining.
But that cold look still made the red-haired witch tremble in her heart. Thinking of those golden eyes burning with fire, she couldn't help but stand still.
As a team member, you just need to learn to obey orders. This is a habit developed by Li Yongyuan during his long time leading the orthodox team.
"Hey!"
A clear eagle cry sounded, and high in the distance, a handsome figure vibrated its wings vigorously, hovering over a certain area.
"All the team members responsible for the camp move to Washington Park and set up controls nearby to prevent any fish from slipping through the net. At the same time, do not act rashly until the main team arrives. Now, the war practice class has officially begun."
Li Yongyuan gave a simple order through the intercom, and then without any instructions, he just lowered his head and jumped off the top floor of the building and disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Are you crazy? It's so exciting right from the beginning."
Even Nono, who had always had an out-of-the-box personality, couldn't accept the "captain's" behavior. He was completely out of tune with the normal behavior of mixed-race species.
Chu Zihang did not hesitate, followed Li Longyuan's formation, and swooped down in one stride, with the violent wind roaring behind his head.
"Another crazy one."
Nuonuo was surprised. After all, she just liked the excitement of adventure, not simply seeking death.
But a plain hand quietly pressed her shoulder, and Susie leaned close to her ear and said, "Have you forgotten the words of classmate Li?"
Then, a capable girl wearing a dark gray combat uniform jumped down gracefully, completely entrusting her life to the unknown.
"Everyone is crazy..."
Nuonuo gritted her silver teeth and turned her head to see Fingel, who was constantly retreating, his arms trembling.
"Senior, why don't you dance?"
The girl stared at him with interest, as if she had discovered a new creature.
"I, I can just take the elevator, it will be quick."
Fingel almost rolled to the ground and left the rooftop with his heavy explosion-proof suit, not caring about the embarrassment of being embarrassed in front of a beautiful school girl. After all, this isn't the first time he's done this.
Nuonuo turned his head with complicated eyes, took another step forward, and looked at the crowd below, which was already as small as ants, already up to a hundred meters high.
As soon as his eyes closed, he jumped down suddenly.
"If I also take the stairs, what's the difference between me and that good-for-nothing senior brother Fingel?"
This is the only thought in Nono's mind.
She has always been competitive at heart. Whether at Eton, Cassel or at home, she has to be good enough to stand out.
That's why she chose to come to Chicago.
Although she has not awakened her spirit, she has achieved excellent results in no matter which exam she takes, fully matching her A-level status.
She was never a girl who was dazzling because she was liked by Caesar, but she was outstanding enough, good enough and special enough to make even a top nobleman like Caesar sober.
In the darkness, the feeling of weightlessness of falling did not last long, and the constant recall of childhood memories in Nono's mind also came to an abrupt end at a certain moment.
It was as if she had hit a ball of soft cotton, and all her strong strength was restrained at this moment. It was not like she had imagined that she would be smashed to pieces and covered in blood.
The girl opened her eyes tentatively and saw the dusty asphalt road in front of her. She was only one foot away from the ground.
"flutter!"
Nono fell suddenly and fell to the ground. Her body's quick instinctive reaction caused her to put her hands on the ground and quickly stabilize her body.
When she raised her head, she was greeted by a pair of golden pupils. Their eyes only met for a moment and then looked away. The girl dusted herself off and stood with Susie.
Li Longyuan raised his hand and looked at the mechanical watch until the minute hand slowly shifted a little. Fingel, who was wearing a military green explosion-proof suit, just left the building.
ran out.
When he took the elevator before, he often received strange looks from the clerks working in this building. Some timid ones even thought that someone was planting a bomb in the building, and screamed and ran away with their heads in their hands.
"Junior Brother Li..."
Fingel, who was exhausted from running, panted pitifully and stretched out his helpless hands.
"You wasted half a minute. I won't care about you anymore and will find a way to keep up with us."
Li Yongyuan's ruthless words shattered all the good expectations of the drama queen.
He waved his hand, and a few people ran wildly along the street and quickly disappeared from Fingel's sight.
"I...fuck..."
The German man, who was constantly sweating, was alone and messy in the wind, and even thought of lying down.
"If you haven't shown up before the end of the mission, I will state the above in the mission report."
A rustling sound came from the intercom.
Fingel, who was bent over and panting, straightened up instantly, ran to the side of the road and stopped a private car.
"Someone planted a bomb in the South District and temporarily commandeered your car and your people."
When the driver looked confused, Fingel opened the door and got in.
In this glaring stalemate, the middle-aged driver finally lost his battle, started the engine, and the white Chevrolet sped away.
