The entire college was caught in an inexplicable "game". At the same time, the central control room on the second floor of the library was brightly lit.
Manstein stood in front of a giant 3D projection, with a 5-meter-high virtual earth suspended in front of him. As he waved his hand gently, the earth would quickly move to the position he wanted to see.
It feels like God is playing with his creation, giving people the pleasure of lashing out and the joy of having power.
If politicians knew that there was such an advanced projection system in the world, they would rush to buy it to satisfy their desire to point out the country, s mustache, mustache, Genghis Khan, Genghis Khan.
For example, the gentleman from Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bookstore: "Tie Ruyi, commanding so elegantly, everyone is shocked; Jin Boluo, dripping with water, drinking a thousand cups without getting drunk..."
But Manstein didn't enjoy it at all. Manstein wanted to die.
Seven or eight red lights flashed at the same time on the surface of the faint blue "Earth", and alarms sounded one after another. The entire central control room was filled with the clicking of keyboards at high speed, the hiss of printers working, and the clicking of mechanical cipher machines translating secret messages. The sound was so loud that his head almost exploded.
No matter day or night, the atmosphere in this control room is always the same. Tonight it is Manstein's turn to be the unlucky professor on duty.
Of course, this is not the worst luck.
The most unfortunate thing is that today is still the damn "Freedom Day".
As chairman of the college's disciplinary committee, Manstein was known to live up to his name.
As the name suggests, Manstein treated funding issues like a hair on his head.
However, as a fixed traditional festival in Kassel, "Free Day", activities held by students every year waste a lot of money.
Although these funds did not come from Manstein's pocket, what is more painful than an iron cock watching the small treasury he guards being squandered?
Therefore, Manstein had a feud with "Freedom for a Day" from a long time ago.
Every year, he would try to find some excuse to petition the school board to cancel this farcical festival.
However, it is a pity that on this point, a considerable number of school board members actually chose to support Principal Angers and chose to retain this holiday.
In fact, Manstein also respected Angers very much, but he felt that being free for a day was probably the only wrong decision Angers made in his life.
Students don't know what saving is at all. They just spend money like water to satisfy themselves.
Especially the Gattuso boy.
This kid applied for a considerable amount of weapons and alchemy bullets in the name of the student union.
Of course he would not fail to guess what this little guy is going to use these things for. After all, the only one who can use these things is the recently passed "Free One-Day Battle Royale Activity Proposal".
He had carefully read the contents of the proposal. Judging from the event schedule, both the loss of weapons and ammunition and the damage to the school construction were very serious.
These are all green and beautiful knives.
So why didn't Manstein stop Caesar?
The reason is simple, because there is a note at the end of the "Proposal": "Any consumption incurred by this year's Freedom Day event will be borne entirely by the Gattuso family."
Ah, very good.
Although Manstein was a little angry, he still succumbed to this kind of wealth and had secretly forged reports, preparing to cut a piece of flesh from the Gattuso family.
That is nothing more than a dandruff-sized thing to the Gattuso family.
The arrangements for the event were carried out smoothly until the day before Freedom Day. Although I don’t know why the young master of the Gattuso family is so obsessed with meeting Lionheart, the college will not suffer any losses in this fight. , and may also make a profit.
Manstein had no intention of taking care of it.
No!
Something unexpected happened during the free day!
Just an hour ago, as many as seventy experts and interns were still busy on the second floor of the library in an orderly manner, each of them facing several terminals at the same time.
That is called the "College Secretary", or the super host named "Norma". It is grabbing information related to the college from all over the world. In the end, manpower will be required to analyze and make decisions one by one.
This central control room is the think tank of the college.
"Specialists of the Executive Department intercepted a smuggling plane over Peru. In the cabin we found alchemical equipment from Egypt in 700 BC. It is very precious! They have completely controlled the situation now," an intelligence agent wearing a headset said at the top of his lungs. " But they shot down the plane... They are making an emergency landing and requesting rescue from headquarters!"
"This is a financial reimbursement form, please sign it. Our specialist in Greece is waiting for the funds to be credited!"
The female secretary ran up to Manstein with high heels and handed him a bill.
"Seventy thousand dollars!?"
Iron Rooster Manstein's eyes were as big as a bell: "Such a high amount of money requires them to write a formal report to me!"
"It's too late... They're making a deal with the gang."
"We are a college! We are educators! What are we dealing with the gangs?" Manstein was furious.
"Several recent serial murders are suspected to be related to Deadpool. The gang knows some inside stories. The commissioner in Greece believes that Deadpool must be captured before the police intervene."
The secretary took a breath and said, "It's very urgent. I called directly to ask for the money. It is said that both parties are holding the trigger and waiting for news. If the money is not received...the other party may think it is fraud and they will start fighting!"
Manstein wanted to say something else, but a nervous financial expert rushed over from the other side.
"OPEC announced an increase in crude oil prices five minutes ago!"
"The price of crude oil has nothing to do with me?" Manstein glared, "I didn't buy crude oil futures."
"But the college bought... a large amount of money, using more than 1.2 billion reserves. If we don't sell it in time, we will suffer huge losses."
"How much is a huge loss?" Manstein facepalmed.
"A conservative estimate may reach 200 million..." The financial expert wiped the cold sweat from his face.
Manstein felt that he was just one breath away from reaching the ceiling. He quickly signed his name on the female secretary's bill, turned to the financial expert and ordered: "Throw it away! Throw it all away!"
He was too lazy to care about the 70,000 US dollars in Greece. He was worth hundreds of millions in one sentence tonight. Is it necessary to get angry over a trivial matter of 70,000 US dollars?
It was really bad. He encountered this kind of thing just after starting work, and he had to rely on him to support it alone.
In fact, usually the professors on duty are in groups of three, and tonight it was his, Guderian's and Executive Minister Schneider's turn.
An off-line person like Guderian is obviously unreliable, so when Guderian said that he was used to going to bed early and didn't want to work overtime, Manstein agreed to help him out of loyalty between old friends.
But Schneider, who has always been known as the "steel executive", actually dropped the ball and said that an important academic paper needed to be revised and asked Manstein for help.
Manstein knew that although Schneider was a pig butcher, in fact, he believed that the entire execution department was a pig butcher, a group of roughnecks who only knew how to wield knives and guns, but this group of people had always wanted to do more. Several papers were academically not as good as those of other professors, so I agreed to help.
But it seems that the whole world is not peaceful today, and there is not a single piece of good news to cheer people up.
"The Equipment Department tested new alchemical weapons in the Sahara Desert and achieved great success!"
An intern from the equipment department suddenly stood up from his chair and cheered.
The ecstatic expression on his face ignited everyone's emotions. Everyone knew that the Equipment Department was preparing a secret weapon experiment in the hinterland of the Sahara Desert. The super weapon that might reverse the balance of confrontation between humans and dragons actually succeeded! ?
Everyone raised their arms and cheered, and the scene was as enthusiastic as the moment when NASA announced the success of the moon landing.
Manstein was refreshed and wanted to
Run over and take a look at the intern's terminal.
At this time, the piercing alarm sound swept through the entire control room. This was a very high-level early warning. Manstein turned around and saw on the earth projection, in the hinterland of the Sahara Desert, a flashing red light that was expanding and threatening to sweep across the entire earth!
"What's going on? Isn't it a huge success?"
Manstein snarled at the intern.
"There was a slight problem... At that time, the Pentagon's spy satellite Tungusta was flying over the Sahara Desert and observed our weapons test. It misjudged it as... a nuclear explosion. According to insider information, the CIA has reported this matter to the White House. Because the test site is located in Libya, it is expected that the ambassador to Libya will issue a stern diplomatic note soon... accusing Libya of secretly conducting nuclear tests..."
Manstein slapped himself hard on the face: Let me just say, when did those lunatics in the equipment department get any good news? But can't things be so exaggerated?
"What kind of alchemical weapon can be misjudged as a nuclear explosion...?"
Professor Manstein’s cries of grief and indignation echoed in the marble corridor of the library.
"Tactical missiles equipped with silver-melted warheads, combined with refined mercury, saltpeter refined from the ash of Vesuvius, and the blood of the Holy Child, the explosion produced can fatally poison the dragons in the central area."
"What's the use of this thing? How many dragons will go to the depths of the desert waiting for you to explode? What if he stays in New York? Let thousands of people be buried with a dragon? Those ingredients of yours can not only kill dragons, but also It can kill humans!"
Manstein slumped in his chair: "I need to make a few phone calls to resolve this matter... I need a little time..."
He suddenly jumped up again and slammed his palms on the table: "The Executive Department will send me people immediately! Send people! Send people to fly to the Sahara Desert and clean up the scene for me! Before the people from the Pentagon arrive!"
His roar was overwhelmed by the huge sound wave, the ground shook violently, and the lights went out and came back on.
Manstein fell to the ground, rolled to his feet, rushed to the window and looked outside. In the dark night, a black-red flame shot straight into the sky.
That direction is... Amber Pavilion.
"What are those guys from the Lionheart Club doing?!? Are they going to tear down the academy!!"
Manstein was hoarse. He now began to feel that the guys from the Lionheart Club were even more annoying than the Gattuso boy from the student union.
After all, the funds for this free day event are on Gattuso's head.
But having said that, we shouldn't go too far. What if these guys really demolish the academy?
Manstein yelled and issued an order: "Call me at Amber Hall and ask what that guy Francis is doing! If you don't explain clearly, be careful because I won't let him get a single point of credit this year!"
The secretary nodded, took out his cell phone and quickly dialed the number, but what came over the phone was not a magnetic British accent, but a slightly breathy, young boy's voice.
He spoke fluent Chinese: "Hello, I am Chu Zihang, acting president of the Lionheart Club. If you are looking for President Francis, I'm sorry, he is probably lying in a bar in New York right now. "
The scene fell into an eerie silence.
Manstein frowned. He knew that this boy from China, as a high-blooded student among the freshmen, second only to S-level, many professors were paying attention to Chu Zihang.
Moreover, Chu Zihang’s professor is still the same Schneider.
Looking at Chu Zihang's behavior style and life experience, this young man has a high probability of taking over the execution department led by Schneider when he graduates. He is considered a potential stock.
Manstein had always felt that this Chinese boy was very quiet, perhaps a rare and stable mixed-race species, at least he would not get sick suddenly and cause any trouble.
But now it seems that he was wrong, very wrong.
To a certain extent, this guy is much scarier than those crazy-looking guys.
Now that this kind of guy has become the acting president of the Lion Heart Club, that is the Lion Heart Club.
The next president of Xinhui is here.
Thinking of this, Manstein's bald head felt a little painful again.
Putting away his thoughts, Manstein asked: "What happened in Amber Hall just now? Don't you know that the use of anti-personnel weapons is not allowed on the Freedom Day? If there are casualties, I will definitely report it to the school board for cancellation." A day of freedom."
Chu Zihang on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, then raised his head and glanced at the zombies opposite the vegetable field.
Their bodies were covered in black flames, and their movements became slower, but they did not stop. They were like a group of clockwork machines, moving their steps while baring their teeth and claws.
"As expected..."
But it doesn't matter, he himself has no intention of burning these things with black flames. This thing has been modified by Gu Bei. Although it is a creation of Qimen, it still has traces of transformation, and it has runes engraved on it. In addition, Gu Bei Bei studied alchemy himself.
Use black flames to burn some Qi for movement, but it cannot be fundamentally destroyed.
Because zombies themselves have no soul and no life.
It can be regarded as a creation specially designed to restrain Chu Zihang.
But even if it can only slow down the zombies, it is enough, at least it buys time.
Seizing this opportunity, the others took the time to move and transplant the plants in the pots to the vegetable field one by one.
This thing is different from the game. If you just throw it into the vegetable field casually, the plants will wither in a short time, so you must plant the plants according to the general planting methods.
"We are very aware of the rules of the academy, and we did not use lethal weapons. We just used the spirit of speech to attack the zombies."
Hearing Chu Zihang's answer, Manstein was a little confused for a moment: What is this? Yan Ling? Zombies?
Has father's spirit of speaking been lifted?
No, what are zombies?
He didn't speak, but Zihang, who was on the other end of the phone, had no intention of lingering any longer and said, "If there are no other questions, let's leave it at that. The Lion Heart Society will submit a detailed battle report after the war."
Before Manstein could respond, the call was hung up.
Manstein was in a daze as he looked at the hung up phone. It took him a long time to react and tried to use the word spirit.
And it didn't work out.
In other words, the commandment has not been lifted.
So was Chu Zihang lying just now?
Then zombies should not exist, right?
But...is there any point in telling such a lie?
Before he could think about it, there were rapid and sharp footsteps outside the door. The door of the control room was pushed open forcefully. It was Schneider dragging Guderian.
These two unloyal guys left Manstein here alone to top the tank. Logically speaking, they would not be kind enough to come back to help.
Guderian was probably captured from the nest, and he was still wearing a nightcap with a Pikachu pattern. It fits his aesthetic perfectly.
"what happened?"
Manstein casually grabbed Guderian's nightcap and threw it aside, but he asked Schneider.
Guderian's eyes were filled with confusion, with an expression that said, "It has nothing to do with me, I still want to go back to sleep."
Schneider glanced at Manstein with a very strange look: "You ask us what's going on? You are the one sitting in the central control room, okay? Didn't Norma report it to you?"
Manstein was a little confused: "Report? Report what?"
Schneider's mouth twitched: "It seems that Norma was also given special attention by 'him'. "
"What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"
Schneider's eyes turned to Manstein: "What I say next may be unbelievable, but you must believe it."
Manstein nodded, knowing that Schneider's character rarely joked, especially on big things.
A bitter smile appeared on Schneider's ice-like face: "If I guessed correctly, the academy is now controlled by 'him'. "
Being controlled?
This has never happened in all the years since Kassel was founded, but Manstein still chose to believe it.
Not only because of Schneider, but also because of Chu Zihang's inexplicable words just now, he felt that everything today was absurd.
In this case, it doesn't matter if it seems a little more absurd.
Manstein paid attention to the important point: "Who is "he"? "
Schneider's bitter smile grew even harder: "Maybe, I guess it's the S-class freshman who just entered school, Gu Bei."
Manstein: "...What?"
