After reading the two pieces of paper, the task was introduced. It was indeed the same as what Bolang told him at the beginning. It was very simple. It involved a smuggling incident involving the dark world. The difficulty assessment was the same as that of Doris's mission, and it was a second-class scholarship.

Next, I looked at the information on other papers, and there was nothing worth paying attention to. Cassia re-stacked them and put them aside. After pausing the pen in her hand on the draft paper on the side, she determined what basic things she needed and classified them one by one on the application form.

The delivery time was the next morning.

The biological clock was completely disrupted because of treatment in the hospital. Cassia got up today and was due to the small alarm clock in the dormitory. When he got up very early, he had no sleepiness at all. He was confused before the alarm clock rang, and he wanted to sleep but couldn't fall asleep. When the alarm clock rang on time, his sleepiness was also broken in the sound of the alarm clock "Cang Dang Dang" and turned into quicksand running from the gap between his fingers, disappearing without a trace.

The air in the morning was very cold, and the sky was no longer white as before. The clouds that were endlessly condensed in the clear sky, and the color of the Blanco Mountains became deeper and deeper.

When I woke up so early in the ward yesterday, all the street lights were turned off. But at the same time today, the street lights were full of energy. The soldiers who straightened their backs and stood by the roadside to emit square and soft light.

The season seems to have completely become a different look in less than one night.

On the way back from the Logistics Department, Cassia walked past the training range and went in to ask for a revolver and dozens of bullets.

The speed of renewal of the body is getting faster and faster, but the habit of using guns is still well preserved in the body's memory, and there is no feeling of being unfamiliar now. Only the pungent smell of smoke from platinum bullets makes people feel a little missed. The speed of shooting can no longer be accelerated, but the speed of replacing bullets has increased by another step.

Entering the late stage of the first phase of the operation, the explosive power of power more than doubled, which made Cassia feel a lot. Moreover, after undergoing the replacement surgery for the main nerves in the body, the speed is even better than before in terms of reaction and command transmission. The overall foundation is really improved. As long as Cassia is given a few days to familiarize himself, he thinks he should be able to understand the full functions of this "new body".

But I was not happy either. After experiencing Doris's mission, I met someone like Sevena, and after hearing what she said at that time, Cassia's understanding of the operation was deepening little by little.

After thousands of years of accumulation and development, and under the development of countless generations of scientists in Avalon, as one of the support columns of the empire, Cassia admitted that he had indeed underestimated him before. However, the advanced theoretical knowledge about surgery and the pneumatic weapons he had seen in the mission of Nolida, all of these advanced theoretical courses were stuck here by the Military Academy, and there was no sign of letting go of this group of students.

Cassia believes that now he is just the recipient of the surgery and does not have the right or qualification to know the truth of these things. In addition to playing the guns more skillfully, they now have an absolute advantage in basic physical fitness such as strength, speed, and reaction power compared to ordinary soldiers. However, they are essentially little guys who have not yet grown up.

The few days before the mission were enough for Cassia to review the training programs she had previously conducted from beginning to end, so that his body could regain the familiar feeling he had used. On the eve of the mission, Cassia, who had been holding them, attracted the attention of most of the people on the trail.

Cassia returned to her dormitory amidst discussion. When she went up the stairs, she did not forget to look at the moss on the stone platform. In less than a day, they changed tremendously, just like the sky above her head separated by a glass curtain.

Today they seem to plant plants in the wrong place. Not only are they not energetic, but even the little green that still existed yesterday was deprived of, dyed with yellow and yellow that will never change. Just as people's fantasy of immortality is strange, but when they think of death, they can maintain amazing consistency in different regions, different times, and different countries. The same is true for withered yellow, which is never new and always unchanged, but for most plants, it is the most deadly.

After returning to the dormitory, I checked the equipment again and Cassia set them aside for tomorrow's backup.

Because it was a few days late, Cassia no longer worries about time issues. He is not a single-player mission, but an eight-player team. The situation is the same as the first mission. There is no list of team members and no contact information for the mission. After going to the original mission location, you can only think of a way to proceed by yourself.

When I was worried, Cassia liked to rub her hair. She cut her hair short a few days ago. Now the hand that was rubbed on it can only feel a thorny feeling. It doesn’t feel very comfortable, but it also makes people not want to let go of their hands.

Rubbing his head failed to solve the troubles about the task. Cassia poured a cup of warm water to drink, read a few pages of the book, fiddled with the new revolver he had brought for a while, and there were not many blue silver bullets. Finally, he saw that the time was almost done, so he lies on the bed, turned off the lights, looked at the patterns on the ceiling in the dark, and fell asleep unknowingly.

The next day, he no longer needed the help of an alarm clock. Cassia put on her equipment. Before leaving, she made sure there were no omissions and went to the parking lot of the Military Academy.

The one who picked Cassia up there was a general-purpose off-road combat vehicle, full of power, and the sound of steam-driven gear movement was delicate and smooth, very pleasant, and there was no place to call it noise. It was a vehicle with good performance.

The door panel is very thick and forged. The tires are produced by Weberley. They have strong grip and are marked with eye-catching bullet-like marks. There are only two people on the whole car, Cassia and the driver, as well as some necessary supplies placed on the back seat of the car. This general-purpose chariot should have had a 50 heavy machine gun, but because its nature is a vehicle to pick up and drop off people, it has a lot of time to run in places with more people, so the heavy machine guns were all removed a long time ago. Otherwise, it would appear in places where ordinary people gather with such a hideous face, especially Manomali, which is the capital area of ​​the empire, which will indeed cause a lot of commotion.

This caliber and power are ordinary bullets, and one shot can bombard the enemy in half. Moreover, all general-purpose guns in the empire can be equipped with platinum bullets. Therefore, in some battles, the heavy machine gun with 50 also acts as a small dumb cannon. A bullet supply box can penetrate a chariot into scrap iron piled up in the garbage dump.
Chapter completed!