Fu Nian and principal Angers were sitting in the British-style office and having a long chat.
Unlike the roar of artillery fire last night, Kassel Academy, which had experienced a brief madness, seemed to be in a sage state, and every corner of the campus was filled with an inconsistent quiet atmosphere.
Even the executive departments, Lionhearts and Student Unions, which are patrolling the college, seem a little lazy after experiencing a day of tense nerves.
"Norma, how is the college now?" Manstein stared at a pair of bubbled dark circles and came to the central command room of the library.
Looking at the video surveillance slowly progressing on the central large screen, my eyes were filled with a hint of sleepiness that was difficult to hide.
"Professor Manstein, everything is normal." Norma's voice appeared in the center of the command room. Because the crisis was lifted, the War Personality EVA had fallen into a deep sleep and was replaced by Norma, the secretary of the Kassel Academy.
"Professor, your nerves have been tense for a long time since late last night. With today's busy social interactions, your physical condition is on the verge of collapse and you need a rest urgently." Norma reminded Mansch
Tann.
"I know that I can only sleep with confidence when I see the college safe and sound." Manstein waved his hand and moved out Professor Schneider's current position.
At the headquarters of the Executive Department of Kassel College, a man with an iron mask on his face sat on a chair, looking at the executive department specialists with unified black windbreakers and live ammunition on his waist.
"Director. This is the list of specialists that have not yet been evacuated in the college." Behind Director Schneider, the Deputy Minister of the Executive Department handed a list to Schneider.
Like Professor Manstein, Schneider has not closed his eyes since last night, because considering the most dangerous situation, the Executive Department temporarily dispatched all specialists around the world.
Starting this morning, 20% of the total members have reached Cassel College. But after things have subsided, the executive department of Cassel College will return to their respective positions in time.
However, due to heavy losses in combat, the Kassel Academy was not enough to undertake such a large-scale temporary dispatch in a short period of time. So to this day, nearly 5% of the commissioners are still staying at the Kassel Academy.
"Cough! Cough cough... Have people found it?" Schneider suppressed his broken bellows voice and took the list, without asking about the evacuation of the personnel. Although there are many complicated tasks everywhere that need them to deal with, this is not
It is not the main task, the main task is still not solved by their academy.
"No" the Deputy Minister hesitated for a moment and shook his head.
"We have conducted a carpet search in every corner of the academy, but without exception, we have not found where the enemy who came out of the church went. The guy who invaded the attic has some clues, just
…” The Commissioner handed a report to Schneider,
"Where is the ice cellar?"
Schneider looked at the information on the report and raised a cold sneer. Then he turned around and threw it into the trash can. He changed the topic and continued to ask about the situation of the people who came out of the ice cellar.
"The ice cellar has been covered by Norma in all aspects of monitoring, plus infrared scanning. Unless Norma actively conceals the enemy, the ice cellar will not have any trace of the enemy."
Schneider nodded. It was obvious that Norma, as the most loyal secretary of the academy, could not hide his enemies.
"Continue to search, who is guarding the entrance to the ice cellar?" Schneider's voice continued.
"David Gattuso." The Deputy Minister replied very quickly, and he was obviously aware of these situations.
"Removing the remaining personnel of the academy will leave a standing team of the executive department. Let David's team temporarily protect the entrance of the Valhalla until the Valhalla is completely repaired."
"yes!"
"Is there any other problem? Cough... Cough!" Schneider tried his best to suppress the volcanic lava in his throat, looking at the hesitant deputy minister.
"Director, your body needs rest. You have already..." Before the Deputy Minister's voice could be spoken, Schneider reached out to interrupt the other party's voice.
"Go down."
The deputy minister sighed, nodded, and called on the executive departments below to continue the search mission to the academy.
After everyone completely walked out of the executive headquarters, a violent cough that made the scalp numb and echoed in every corner of the hall, as if he was feeding Schneider's throat a mouthful of concentrated acid, and he wanted to cough out his lungs.
The posture.
Finally, more than ten minutes later, the sound in the room finally calmed down for a moment. Taking advantage of this skill, Schneider quickly took out a pill from his backpack behind him and swallowed it down.
The medicine was effective very quickly and was very obvious. Schneider's trembling breathing calmed down at a speed visible to the naked eye. Only his red eyes and the blood stains under the iron surface were still proving the real existence of that moment.
Looking at the quiet campus, Schneider slowly stood up and pushed the oxygen supply cart behind him towards the darkness in the distance.
but!
Before he could completely step out of the executive branch
A harsh alarm sounded suddenly,
The slightly dim room was instantly penetrated by a dazzling red hole.
Teacher's dormitory.
Manstein, who had just sank his head into a pillow, suddenly stood up straight and pulled off the Christmas nightcap on his head. His eyes were red and he rushed towards the command center of the library without even wearing shoes.
library.
icehouse.
A certain laboratory, sealed test tube.
In the turbid yellow solution, a little girl curled up and floated in the center of the liquid, rising and falling as the liquid rose and fell.
Around them, researchers in white coats were concentrating on studying the Deadpool structure and modulation test equipment.
A pair of extremely crisp sounds of brokenness suddenly echoed in every corner of the laboratory.
The researchers who were working were stunned and stopped their movements one by one, looking at their companions around them.
"What's broken?"
"Not made."
"You go and have a look." One of the leading researchers' eyes suddenly lit up and pointed to a sneaky and burly figure in a dog wearing a white coat and a white mask in the distance.
"Oh, OK, professor." The man answered quickly.
After that, I was about to walk towards the other side.
"etc."
The voice makes the man pause.
"What did you call me?"
"Call...Call,"
"I want to call me Lord Queen!! How many times have I said it!" The voice revealed a hint of coldness, and I am very dissatisfied with the attitude of the man now.
"Okay... OK." The man turned his head and looked at the big man with a physical condition that was no worse than him.
"Call me and listen."
"Okay, Queen."
"Oh, so behaved. Go ahead, baby." The leader nodded with satisfaction at the man's strong physique.
The man tiptoed towards the research room door.
Others continued to lower their heads to study the work at hand. It seemed that what had just happened was like an accidental test tube automatically dropped on the ground.
It rippled a little to the tense atmosphere around it. Then it was smoothed out by the breeze, as if nothing had happened.
What everyone doesn't know is that when they collectively bow their heads and refocus on their work.
A pair of golden golden pupils slowly lit up from the test tube, and a little ignorant color slowly lit up in the vertical pupils that looked like wild beasts.
The already turbid yellow liquid around became more dazzling, and the golden light curtain slowly covered the huge test tube bottle, dispelling the darkness on the surrounding ground.
Bang!
Crazy...
The crisp sound of breaking was deafening, followed by the sound of liquid flowing. The leader who had just lowered his head frowned suddenly, looked at the direction where the man had just left, and spoke loudly,
"Are you still found it?"
All he answered was the whirring breathing sounds, and the quiet and icy surrounding him.
"Master...Director!" Suddenly a trembling voice rang in front of the man. In the director's confused eyes, the researcher slowly raised his arm and pointed tremblingly behind the director.
Suddenly, the director realized something was wrong. Cassel Academy has been making strange things these days, and even the basement they thought was the safest library, which was dozens of meters below, was invaded by the Dragon King, which was able to do so.
Director of many outstanding researchers at the College.
Although his increasingly comfortable life has made him lose his initial vigilance and fighting spirit, he still has the IQ he should have!
He still knew what happened yesterday.
Staring at the reflection in the eyes of his companion opposite, the director's body slowly began to tremble, because in the reflection of his pupils, a golden light was released unpredictably. Although he couldn't see clearly what it was.
How could a figure be, but it can be related to gold.
For a moment, he was a little afraid to think about it. This time, the basement that was dozens of meters underground was not protected by the principal. They were all research-oriented words...
Thinking of the director, silently stretching his hand to a certain location on his waist, there was a special weapon for Deadpool that had just been manufactured, the mercury core blunt gold armor-breaking grenade. This is a special targeted at large scale.
The latest special-effect grenade developed by Deadpool Attack, as long as you start the insurance yourself, relying on this guy's huge power to instantly razed the lab to the ground.
Not to mention Deadpool, even they have to be pinned to death here.
Thinking of the director's thoughts, he began to hesitate. He still had some work at hand. If he killed it directly for his team, then the next research on dragon-slaying technology in Kassel Academy would have to be backwards for at least ten years.
By then, I will become a sinner in history, but if I don’t kill the other party, the research work of Kassel Academy will at least...
Bang!
Just as the director's thinking emerged, he felt a roar suddenly coming from his head, and the next moment the world would be dark.