Professor Schneider returned to the podium with a stern look on his face: "Who is the commissioner closest to them at the parade?"
"Fit Gru, Jack Huard, and Lena Coggins." The technician brought up a real-time overhead view, which marked the straight-line distance between the red dots. "The distance between the three of them is About twenty meters.”
"Let them hand over communication equipment and a piece of weapons and equipment to these three people, and then follow the rest of the commissioners." Professor Schneider said without hesitation.
"Yes." The technician didn't ask anything and immediately informed him.
Professor Schneider took out his cell phone, opened the address book, rummaged through it, and finally landed on the number that had been lying in the address book gathering dust for many years without being dialed.
His iron-gray eyes were slightly tired, as if he was remembering some sad past event.
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"Are all demonstrations in the United States so enthusiastic?" Mo Qiuran lamented, "Also, the previous police blockade was really tight!"
"Normally it's not like this, whether it's the police blockade or the marchers," Fingel opened the way in front of them, his strong body effortlessly separating the flow of people, while Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang followed him Moving forward easily behind him, "I find it strange. Logically speaking, although this kind of parade is huge in scale, it all holds different flags and signs and shouts different slogans. For example, during the last flu period, the government required people to stay home and stay home. Large-scale demonstrations broke out, shouting for 'freedom', for 'barber shops to reopen', for 'refuse to quarantine because God will bless us'...the number of people is countless!"
"Hiss, just listening to your description, senior, I can tell what a group of monsters they are!" Mo Qiuran took a breath.
"Yes, it is precisely because of the decadent social system that this situation has occurred!" Fingel also sighed.
Seeing that the two were about to criticize capitalism again, Chu Zihang finally spoke: "Their slogans are unified, the content of the slogans is very consistent, and their eyes are crazy."
"I also discovered that free evolution and perfect evolution are nothing more than these two," Mo Qiuran nodded in agreement, "To be honest, I feel a little regretful. Why do I feel like I have entered a propaganda site of some cult organization?"
"Don't worry, seniors, I'm here. Even if it's the criminal's lair, I can take you all the way out!" Fingel said proudly, "Help yourself for the steak!"
So you are so attentive just because of the steak buffet? Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang couldn't help but think to themselves.
Then Fingel stopped without warning. Only then did Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang realize that two men and one woman holding parade flags and wearing broad hats with slogans on their heads appeared in front of them and others. The road was blocked in front of him, and the three people stared directly at him. Their sharp eyes were in obvious contrast with the people marching around him.
At this time, they came to a corner where the parade crowd would basically not pay attention.
"What's going on?" Mo Qiuran asked in a low voice, "Senior, the person you tricked comes to your door?"
"Although I cheat... no, I never cheat! Anyway, seeing them is not a good thing..." Fingel turned around with a sad face, and then said to the three people, "I really don't know anything, and now I just Can we evacuate with them both?"
"This is the minister's order." The leading man said concisely, then approached, took off a headset from his ear and handed it to Fingel. In the process, the other two people came close to block their sight.
"Wait! Are you sure you didn't hear the wrong order?" Fingel took two steps back as if he had seen something extremely scary.
"We're pretty sure." The three of them looked at each other and said.
"How about making sure again? I am only a D grade! And my professor told me that I will be dropped to an E next semester!" Fingel said.
"Can the bloodline rating be lowered?" Mo Qiuran raised his hand and asked.
"Look, I'm still bringing two freshmen who don't know anything!" Fingel immediately seized the opportunity and said solemnly, "You must have heard wrong, they haven't officially enrolled yet!"
After hearing this, the three of them looked at each other again, their eyes full of confusion. They were very sure that the minister's order was to give them all their equipment, but now Fingel is only a D-class, and he also has two Freshman...why would the minister issue such an order?
But soon the two people still wearing headsets heard the next order, so they looked at Fingel and said: "The order is confirmed, the minister asked you to answer the phone."
"Wherever there is a phone, I'm in arrears..." As Fingel was talking, the cell phone on his body rang.
Fingel had no choice but to take out his cell phone and answer the call with a sad face.
"Fingel." The hoarse sound of a steel knife carving on a rusty iron plate came from the phone, accompanied by the sound of the hollow and worn-out bellows breathing.
"Professor," Fingel whispered.
"Do me a favor. Your evacuation now may interfere with the operation. This operation is very important and involves many ordinary people." Professor Schneider said.
"Professor, I'm about to fall to level E. What if something goes wrong with a loser and two freshmen?" Fingel said, scratching his head.
"The bloodline rating won't really lower your bloodline. I don't know what you want to do in the past few years...but I know you haven't given up, and neither have I," Professor Schneider whispered, "They are my students. , the bloodline is very good, and they also have some past encounters. Since you took them into the battlefield accidentally, then teach them how to use the sword."
"...Excellent bloodline does not mean having combat experience. This is purely a stumbling block!" Fingel was silent for a while and said.
"You're here, Fingel." Professor Schneider had great confidence in Fingel.
"I'm just a loser who is still struggling for credits..." Fingel was about to cry without tears.
"If you succeed this time, how about I apply to the principal to fill up your credits?" Professor Schneider said.
"No! No need! Life as a student is so comfortable that I have no intention of graduating!" Fingel refused again and again.
"Haha..." Schneider sneered twice and hung up the phone.
"...Bring it here." Fingel stared at the sky for two seconds and said to the three execution department specialists.
"So it's true, senior, has your crow's mouth taken effect?" Mo Qiuran couldn't wait to take the two headsets, put one on himself and handed the other to Chu Zihang.
"Why do you call me a crow's mouth?" Fingel looked confused.
"Senior, you just said that you can take us out of even the criminals' lair." Mo Qiuran said that he has an excellent memory.
"I'm not a crow's mouth. This scene is much more dangerous than the criminal's lair... Anyway, just listen to the orders and don't act randomly!" Fingel finally put away the always mean expression on his face, the decadent and careless look before. The feeling of laziness disappeared, and in an instant, the huge body brought a mountain of pressure.
