The early warm and yellow sun in Chicago seemed a little listless, hanging on the top of the tall buildings, it was as gentle as a boiled egg. The sunlight shone on the body neither hot nor warm. When it was blown by the cold wind blowing by the lake earlier, it made people feel a little cold today. The chill shone on the chest with the light and penetrated into the heart membrane, making people unable to help but cover the collar of the windbreaker tightly and hurriedly passed by the gate of the North and South Memorial Hospital where the sirens were roaring.

On the thirteenth floor of the inpatient department, the elevator door opened in the bell. Schneider walked out of the elevator and stopped. He was stopped, not because of someone, but because of something.

A disaster that happened last night.

‘It was like the subway train squeezing into this not-so-wide corridor, but we didn’t find the wreckage of the train, only a body and a boy.’

This is what Ryder, the instructor of the First War practice class, told him on the phone. Judging from the current situation, this description is not exaggerated at all. The ravines on the walls that spiral to the end, cracks spread across the walls and exposed thick steel bars, and the pits and bumps like floors splashed with strong acid. This level of damage is not something that human forces can do overnight. If the Chicago subway was not the Chicago subway that drove into the inpatient department last night, it would have been a professional demolition construction team.

Schneider stopped at the elevator entrance not because of the scene of the broken wall. It was even more cruel and completely destroyed. He had seen many of them, but no scene could be like this corridor, even after the precipitation of time, the remaining violence and ferocity in the air still lingered.

Just breathing the air here is like being able to smell the fishy smell of blood gushing out of the blades of the skin. Listening carefully, you can hear the wailing of the evil ghost before dying and the cold and ruthlessness of the ghost-killing blade cutting through the air. A desperate battle happened here. No matter what the outcome, you will have to survive in the end.

Schneider saw the last survivor. He sat at the end of the corridor, facing the sunny window. When he looked up, he could see the naturally 'warm and cold' sun falling down little by little, and the shadow of humanity was also stretched little by little.

He walked behind the boy and stood still, saying nothing, just looking at the corpse in front of the boy, half of his body leaned against the wall, and the dried and colorless flesh and blood vines climbed the wall, gray bone wings embedded in the left and right walls, nailing the person on it like a cross, leaving only a blurry girl's face hidden in the gray meat pulp to avoid the sun that shot into the window above her head.

"Her name?" Lin Nian asked.

"Is it still important until now?" Schneider said.

"Yes." Lin Nian nodded, and after a while, he asked again: "Will all Deadpools do this after they die?"

"Do you mean a sense of religion?" Schneider shook his head at the twisted and charming crazy art on the wall: "It's a pity that's not the case. Most Deadpools want a pool of black mud that has scattered when they die, and the ink splashes on the ground like fishy black oil."

"Is she special?"

"Maybe it comes down to her spirit of the word. I listen to Ryder's report. You tempted her spirit of the word of the word and the order of the unmoved. If it were this spirit of the word, she might have given her strong desire to survive before her death a flesh and blood consciousness, causing every inch of her body to want to escape in a different direction, and finally evolved into this."

"What should you do with the corpse?" Lin Nian asked at the mottled and crazy 'mute painting'.

"Burn it, too much DNA is left on this floor. Usually, in this case, we will destroy the body with a fire, and then let the relevant specialists pretend to be firefighters to check whether there is any remaining evidence for secondary disinfection." Schneider said.

"This is a hospital, do you want to burn the hospital?"

"If necessary, we can blow up this hospital. The reason for the fire is that the circuit has become aging in disrepair. I think the guys in the Equipment Department will be happy to fund some of the new bombs they have studied." Schneider said calmly.

Lin Young smiled a little, thinking that this was performing a mission in the White House. There is a high probability that the White House will have to be disrepaired and be blown up by the executive department.

He shook his head: "So this mission has been completed?"

"It's done." Schneider said lightly: "In addition, Ryder said he was sorry that as the commander of this mission, he failed to do the responsibility and made many wrong judgments and decisions, which led to putting the mission commissioner in a dangerous situation."

"Is this the first time Instructor Ryder has served as commander?" Lin Nian suddenly asked.

"yes."

"You sent an unskilled commander to command a group of boy soldiers."

"yes."

"I probably understand what the academy means." Lin Nian sighed.

"There will always be someone who stands up, waves the flag of the black sail, and is the first to step onto the land of Troy, even if he follows the oracle, he will die." Schneider said.

"It's hard to believe that such a charlatan's words would be spoken from the mouth of the Executive Director." Lin Nian was a little surprised. He remembered that he had heard this 'prophecy' in a class in the academy.

"No, this is not what I said. This is the gift from the principal to ACE before the war practice class began." Schneider looked at Lin Nian and said lightly.

“ACE?”

"The MVP in the mission, not many people know what happened last night, so many people think that ACE should be evaluated for Caesar who adapts to the situation and controls the field in a timely manner, but in the end, ACE was given to you." Schneider nodded slightly: "So I will tell you this sentence now."

"Perhaps the students will feel that there is a shady situation."

"Caiser has no objection to this, and the parties involved have no objection, and others should not have any objection." Schneider said: "The next CC1,000 express train that will pick you up to the college will leave in an hour."

"So anxious? I still want to stay for lunch." Lin Nian touched her stomach.

"As the ACE in the First Year War Practice Class, you were invited to go to the principal's office to have afternoon tea. According to the principal's personality, he will prepare good black tea and exquisite biscuits and pastries in advance. This should be considered an honor among your students. I don't think you will be late."

"today?"

"today."

"It seems that my itinerary is quite fast." Lin Nian climbed up from the ground and patted the dust on his body. Schneider noticed that there were many cracks on his clothes: "Are you injured?"

"No." Lin Nian shook his head.

"It is difficult to fight against this monster without getting hurt, even if it is based on the physical test score of the 'S' level." Schneider turned his head and looked at the boy in front of him with iron gray eyes: "You have used the Spirit of Word."

He used a positive sentence without any doubt. He stared at Lin Nian's gaze like a hook to pull out the boy's deepest secret and leather flesh. This is why most people are unwilling to look at the minister of the executive department.

"Play on the spot." Lin Nian skipped over Schneider and walked a few steps in the corridor, lowered his head and picked up the hilt of a short knife.

"The school board has been questioning why you, as an 'S' class, don't have a Spirit of Word. It seems that you can block their mouths when you go back this time." Schneider turned around, Lin Nian had already walked up to him, handing him the hilt of the knife and a Glock pistol.

"I'm sorry I broke the weapons of the Executive Department." Lin Nian said.

"No, it's a pity that the Executive Office did not issue you a weapon worthy of this high-intensity combat." Schneider took the hilt and pistol: "It should be a big problem for you to execute the enemy without tools, and what will you end the battle in the end."

"Gun." Lin Nian said.

"But you should only have Friga bullets."

"Friga bullets are too gentle. It is recommended that students be equipped with live ammunition in the future. Only when they know that the things in their pistol can kill people and knock the trigger will they need to make up their minds." Lin Nian said lightly.

"This is also the suggestion I have made to the school board." Schneider sneered twice. He took out his sealed pocket and put the handle and pistol in it. He did not ask where Lin Nian's live ammunition came from: "According to the decision of the school board, the task file will be sealed and raised to the confidential inventory of 'A+'. You will also add an additional experience to your resume to complete the 'A+' task, but the files of the other freshmen will only be 'A'. I hope you can understand what I mean."

"Keep confidential, understand, fighting the evil dragon alone should not cause me any trouble, right?" Lin Nian broke his neck and maintained a movement for a long time, making his body feel a little sore.

"No, this is exactly what the people of the school board want to see. A 'hero' and 'TheOne' jumped out of ordinary people. What you should worry about is that all kinds of tedious things will continue to come to you in the future." Schneider sneered.

"for example?"

"The sudden mission or something."

Lin Nian turned his head and did not express any comments on this. He just patted his butt and walked towards the elevator in the distance. He raised his hand and waved it as a farewell. He just didn't know if Schneider, who was standing in the same place, was still something that had been lost deeper.
Chapter completed!