God is Coming

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On the second day after the assessment, the old professor was giving a lecture on "Basic Design Principles of Chemical Energy Firearms" in the third-year tactical infantry class.

In the first and second years of the business school, most of the general courses are set up, as well as the practical operation of specific weapons and equipment. In the third grade, different professional theoretical courses will be opened according to the majors of each subject. For example, tactical infantry, according to the requirements of the college, must become a qualified designer of individual weapons or protective gear by the time of graduation.

On the one hand, this is to cultivate higher-end combat talents, and on the other hand, it is also to enable students to have a skill after retiring. Today, when star robbers are rampant, the military industry is the pillar industry of Xinzheng.

However, the old professor's ambitions seem to be not limited to textbooks. A block of complex formulas appeared on the light screen in front of him, and he circled some of the key ones, saying: "I hope you will remember that a really good gun is like an extension of your own limbs. We humans have shortcomings. Yes, the same is true of guns. Therefore, design is an art about trade-offs, and it is also a philosophy. For example, the rate of fire and accuracy are a pair of contradictions that can never be reconciled..."

Someone below said in a low voice: "Sniper God Chu Jungui..."

"This classmate, please go out." The old professor poker-faced, pointing to the door of the classroom.

That student was obviously a thorn, and he left the classroom with a playful smile, and made a grimace before leaving. The voice in the classroom could no longer be suppressed, and many people whispered:

"He has a new nickname?"

"Is it going to break through 100?"

"Yeah, what kind of sniper machine gods, sniper machine gods, god sniper machines, machine machine machines... I died from laughing!"

"This new nickname sounds pretty good."

"I think it is still not as appropriate as a sniper machine."

"This is the boundary of heaven and earth, and the Federation blows it out."

"By the way, shouldn't this guy be sent to slice first?"

"He is a model of innate genetic strength, which is in line with the advocacy of the Celestial Dynasty. Do you think you are us genetically stunted waste?"

A student slapped the table indignantly, "If it wasn't for him, we would have passed the assessment long ago! Now it's good, and the grades are all surpassed by Class 53. We are on the way to charge, why are those gangs just trying to survive? Guys with higher scores than us?"

At this time, a girl raised her head and said, "The rules are like this, don't complain. I think the appearance of the God of Sniper Killer might be a good thing."

"Is it a good thing that our whole class failed the assessment? Hey, don't just open your eyes and talk nonsense just because you look good-looking!"

The girls are also not kind. They took a photo of the boy who said strange things under the desk with a bright screen, and then said nonchalantly: "Think about it, our grades in class 54 were considered low in the tactical infantry. The college will eliminate a group Students, we are the first to bear the brunt. But now it is different. In front of Chu Jungui, as long as it is a tactical infantry, no matter how high or low it is ranked, it is all good! As long as he treats everyone equally, we will return to the same starting line as the other classes, which is equivalent to more a chance."

Someone had an epiphany: "That's right, everyone failed anyway!"

Then someone naturally asked: "How can we make him treat everyone equally?"

The girl pointed to the side: "This monitor has the most say."

A group of people approached the squad leader. The squad leader sighed and said with some seriousness: "I'm also to blame for this matter. If I hadn't talked too much at the time, we wouldn't have been wiped out. In fact, at the last critical moment, I That loud roar still frightened Chu Jungui. It was just that he didn't say the important thing first, which caused him to miss and go off. Judging by his expression at that time, he should be very regretful."

"What's the point?" Someone interrupted directly. Everyone is in the same class, who doesn't know the virtue of the class leader?

"Ten thousand pay for your life." It seems that the squad leader has learned a little lesson.

Everyone suddenly realized and began to discuss.

The squad leader coughed a few times, took the conversation away, and said, "This matter is very complicated. It has a bearing on whether we can continue our studies, and we must treat it with caution. So, I will say a few more words..."

The girl covered the monitor's mouth, pushed him to the back, and said, "Okay, the monitor is finished."

"What shall we do now?"

"Send a bribe?"

The girl was still capable and said: "I want to give it, but it's not a bribe, it's a deposit."

"Margin?"

"Just buy him to ensure that he will not release water against other tactical infantry!"

Everyone had an epiphany and praised it.

The girl raised her voice and said, "Other classes will definitely want to bribe him, so we have to spend a lot of money! I propose, raise funds!"

Everyone applauded.

On the podium, the old professor's face was livid with anger, and the light screen was almost smashed. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, turned up the volume, and roared: "Get out!"

With a whoosh, the classroom was empty in a blink of an eye.

The third logistics department of Shenshang College is located in a huge eighteen-story building covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of square meters. All logistics, rewards and supplies in the entire business school are under the jurisdiction of this place. Chu Jungui is currently in an office on the third floor, patiently discussing with a staff member about his achievements and bonuses.

Behind the counter was a middle-aged man with oily head, drooping mouth, and a face as cold as iron. He looked at Chu Jungui with a pair of eyes with heavy bags under his eyes, with a kind of calmness that the planet collapsed in front of him without changing his face.

Just by looking at his momentum, he knew that he was ready for a big battle.

Chu Jungui held the long record sheet, looked puzzled, and said, "Squad 54 is obviously all killed, why is it not considered a total annihilation? An additional 10% reward will be added for the total annihilation!"

The middle-aged man at the teller pointed to one of the names and said, "This victory does not belong to you, of course it is not annihilation."

Chu Jungui called up the information and video after the name, and remembered that he was the battle team leader who was finally turned over by electricity.

"This combat team leader was obviously killed by me, why doesn't it belong to me?"

The middle-aged man at the teller called up the last video, and fixed on the scene where the combat team leader patted Chu Jungui on the shoulder, saying: "We have already investigated, and the electricity that stuns him comes from the electric shock bomb. And this electric shock bomb is from his classmate. The shot did not come from you, so the result should be attributed to that classmate. Therefore, the first reason for his death in battle was self-harm; the second reason was accidental injury."

The middle-aged teller man looked at Chu Jungui with dead fish-like eyes, his unchanging voice and the oily light above his head together constituted a powerful mixed mental shock, even the experimental subjects were a little overwhelmed.

Chu Jungui felt that several of his functional components were about to have bugs, and the speed of information transmission in the nerves also dropped by two steps.

Still trying to be patient and sane, he said softly, "I really did kill this man."

"Really not."

"Really are."

"Really not."

...

After seeing and seeing several times, Chu Jungui felt that it was necessary to conduct a self-test on his language function module, as if he was no longer good at speaking.

Chu Jungui forcibly suppressed the disturbed emotional data, and said, "Okay! Even if I didn't kill him..."

"No, even if it's not, he wasn't your result in the first place." The middle-aged teller man continued to show his characteristic stubbornness.

Chu Jungui resigned to his fate and stopped entanglement, skipped to the next question, pointed to the deduction item, and asked, "What does it mean that the extra ammunition is overrun?"

"The consumption of ammunition exceeds the standard."

"Is it me or the whole Blues squad?"

"It's you."

Chu Jungui pointed at himself, and once again felt that the language function module was malfunctioning, and his ability to organize language was greatly reduced. He forced himself to calm down, and was just about to restart.

"I killed 96 targets..."

"95."

"Okay..." Chu Jungui was on the verge of restarting again, barely picking out logical fields from a pile of messy data, "Even if there are 95, I only used 147 electric shock bombs in total, is that much?"

"First of all, according to statistics, you consume 149 rounds of ammunition, not 147 rounds."

"It must be 147 rounds!" Chu Jungui's memory was unmistakable.

"149, I can't make mistakes."

"Okay, 149, you continue."

The middle-aged teller man won another game, but he didn't see the joy of victory. He continued to chase hard and said, "So, you consume far more ammunition than the average. I think it is necessary to deduct the extra ammunition cost to deviate from the quantity, It will be deducted at the standard of 50 yuan per hair."

"What's the average value of other machine gunners?" Chu Jungui was a little guilty. After all, he used electric shock bombs to dig gophers, and the ammunition consumption was a bit high.

"22 rounds." The man at the teller seemed to be well prepared.

Chu Jungui decided to restart.

When leaving the third logistics building, a reminder came from the identity chip, showing that 5,317 yuan had been credited to the account.

Chu Jungui no longer thought about the specific amount of the bonus and how to break it down. Anyway, it was much more than the original 1500.

Contentment and happiness, this is a vocabulary he has just learned.

Still, he wondered why the other blue machine gunners were expending so little ammo.