At this moment, Manstein, who was at Cassell College in Chicago, was eating breakfast, drinking milk, and watching the beautiful sunrise of the college in the early morning in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the cafeteria.
Seeing that the call was from Fu Nian, Manstein's mood became even better. For a small moment, he felt that today was another beautiful day.
"Fu Nian, how did you complete the mission?" Manstein grinned after taking a sip of the mellow and sweet milk.
"Oh, the mission has been completed, right?" Fu Nian said in a calm voice as he looked at the doctors and soldiers from the school engineering department who were hurriedly coming and going in the dark rain curtain in front of him.
"That's good. Come back as soon as the mission is completed. The principal asked me yesterday about the progress of your mission machine." Manstein seemed to be in a better mood.
"Professor, I have something to ask you."
Fu Nian felt that it was better to get straight to the point at this time, in case the other party asked about the situation of the people around him. Fu Nian was afraid of disturbing the old guy's good mood.
"Tell me, I'll answer all your questions."
"That's right, I encountered a group of deadpools in this battle, about a dozen of them."
puff!
Fu Nian suddenly heard a clear sound of water spraying from the opposite side.
"Fuck, you! Manstein!! My freshly washed hair!"
Fu Nian heard Guderian's cry again.
"Professor, are you still listening?" Fu Nian asked.
"I'm listening, I'm listening. You continue. I was a little drunk just now." Then, Manstein's voice became formal.
"You must transport all the Deadpools back to the academy. Our last research has just begun and we need a lot of research materials. You are here at the perfect time!!
Don't worry, I will take credit from the principal." Manstein added another sentence at the end.
"If it were just a bunch of deadpools, I wouldn't directly bother you to teach you. That's it, professor.
While we were fighting, we encountered the alien Deadpool."
"Alien?" Manstein was stunned.
"To be precise, they are Deadpools in human form. They have combat power that far exceeds that of Deadpool, and they also possess human wisdom. They are a bit like an advanced version of Deadpool."
"What!!" Manstein jumped up from the table instantly.
Opposite me, Guderian was startled. The milk he had just picked up instantly spread all over his body.
"I want to ask the professor, what are they? Does the college know anything about them?"
"Are you sure they have the strength of Deadpool?" Manstein's voice was full of urgency and he did not immediately answer Fu Nian's question.
"I'm sure. It's me who will fight them directly." Fu Nian replied.
"Okay! Just make sure, just make sure," Manstein's tone revealed unusual surprise.
"They are called advanced deadpools. They are an extremely special existence among the deadpools. This was once an extremely important research topic in our college, but it has always existed in our theory because for so many years, we have never
Capturing Deadpool in this state.
We can only confirm their true existence through historical data and eyewitnesses, but we have no way of knowing their specific circumstances. We can only speculate that they may be related to the Dragon King..."
Manstein said a lot to Fu Nian.
This made Fu Nian feel more and more that he couldn't leave the living pill to them.
"Have you caught him?" Manstein's tone revealed anticipation. Although he also knew that this kind of thing happened to him by luck, he still had a little expectation.
"Caught it." Fu Nian said.
It was quiet across the street.
"Professor?" Fu Nian asked.
It was still quiet on the other side, and the only answer to him was the sound of rapid breathing.
"I'm slow, I'm slow!" Manstein's breathing was rapid, and his voice revealed weakness.
Fu Nian felt that he still underestimated the rarity of this thing in Manstein's psychology.
I'd better be more tactful next time. After all, I'm older and have some heart problems.
"It's just dead." Fu Nian said.
Manstein's breathing slowed down slightly.
"It's OK to be dead, it's OK to be dead."
"But, two were caught." Fu Nian said.
Fu Nian heard the breathing on the other side suddenly rise to a higher level.
The heavy breathing was also mixed with Guderian's urgent sound of calling an ambulance...
After hesitating for a moment, Fu Nian thought it was better not to tell Manstein the fact that the other man was still alive. The college had directly lost a tenured professor, and he would be regarded as a sinner.
After hanging up the phone, Fu Nian came to Xiaowanzi's side.
While the people around you are busy, find a small corner without a camera.
"Wake up." Fu Nian opened his mouth slightly, and the words "Long" echoed directly in Xiao Wanzi's mind.
Xiao Wanzi's closed eyes suddenly opened, and his red-gold pupils had a hint of fear.
"Remember one thing! You are not allowed to wake up without my order!" Fu Nian stared at Xiao Wanzi's eyes in Chinese, his golden pupils trembling violently.
"yes!"
"Go to sleep." Long Wen echoed in Xiao Wanzi's mind. Her eyes slowly closed again.
Quietly, he placed her next to the man in black again. Fu Nian came to the busy warehouse again.
At this moment, with the efficient cooperation of the surrounding school administration and doctors, the execution department specialists, whether injured or not, were all lying quietly in the luxurious emergency room prepared for them by the college.
Looking at Chu Zihang who was greeting him in the distance, Fu Nian also smiled and signaled.
After the other party walked into one of the ambulances, he turned around and stepped into it.
He does not need to deal with the subsequent matters. The school management department sent by the college will take full charge of handling all subsequent matters. The next batch of execution department specialists will also be arranged to be responsible for distribution safety.
The academy has never let Fu Nian down in terms of details. As combatants, they only need to fight. In all other aspects, the academy will help you make arrangements.
Fu Nian lay quietly on the spacious bed. The snow-white sheets were soft and warm, which was in sharp contrast to the cold rainy night outside.
"Sir, your Nepali scimitar."
In front, a sweet-looking and slim female nurse handed over a dark scimitar with both hands.
Fu Nian took it with one hand and subconsciously glanced at the other party's delicate and refined aura.
She has a hazy beauty against the backdrop of white lace.
In the mist of rain,
Under the nurse's snow-white uniform, she is like an angel in the sun, giving people an inexplicable sense of comfort and calmness.
The woman also froze on the spot, looking at Fu Nian's handsome face and his handsome military uniform.
The saliva from the corner of his mouth was swallowed hard along the snow-white neck...