God is Coming

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The importance of battlefield scanners has finally been fully realized by armored infantry. Unlike the tactical infantry that is scattered in the sand, the execution ability of the armored infantry is quite strong.

To fight against the legion-level battlefield scanner in Chu Jungui's hands, the armored infantry must also have a legion-level battlefield scanner. Money is easy to deal with. 500,000 is a big number for an individual, but it is nothing for a group. The armored infantrymen who are not short of money even scrape together a million on the spot, and buy two if they want to buy it.

Seventh-level authority is not too difficult.

Among the armored infantry, there are many people from noble backgrounds. Even if the students do not have authority, there are always people in the family. The muscle instructor even went straight to a vice president, who specially approved a level-7 authority that could only be used three times.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

The representative of the armored infantry loaded the permissions, prepared the funds in the account, and then smeared the oil on the muscles to show the lines, and went straight to the logistics department. But he never expected that when he arrived at the equipment exchange office, he would encounter a head-on sap:

no stock.

The representative of the armored infantry clearly remembered that there were still three legion-level terrain scanners in the warehouse when they checked last night. Why are they out of stock now?

At this time, a student next to him whispered, "I have a cousin who works in the warehouse. He just told me that there are indeed three scanners on the shelf."

The armored infantry representative immediately protested: "Aren't there three more in the warehouse? Why did you tell me that they were out of stock?"

The teller at the exchange office was expressionless, and said in a voice with almost no cadence: "The system shows that there is no stock, so it is out of stock. It is useless to have stock in the warehouse."

"You!" The representative was too angry to speak. In this kind of quarrel that does not require muscles, he is no match for the teller in the logistics department.

No matter how much he argues, the teller insists that the system is out of stock.

A student next to him had an idea, "The legion-level ones are out of stock, so the first-class army-level ones are always in stock, right?"

The teller was obviously a little surprised. It took a long time before he reluctantly checked the system. After a long time, he said, "200,000 units."

"It was still 100,000 yesterday!"

"You also said that it was yesterday."

At this time, the representative showed extraordinary determination, waved his hand, and said, "I want three!"

Other students understand that if they buy from other channels, it may take several days of work. Every day that passes, one class fails the assessment.

The next day, three military-grade battlefield scanners entered the training ground. This time, Chu Jungui's scanner could only interfere, not suppress. Although it was a bit blurry and distorted from time to time, the armored infantry saw the panorama of the battlefield for the first time. The excitement was like a blind man regaining his sight.

The armored infantry still had to face Chu Jungui's curved fire to close the distance. However, in this battle, all the top students in the armored infantry participated in the battle, so their muscles were particularly swollen, and the tanks drove extremely fiercely. Since Chu Jungui arrived at the No. 33 training ground, for the first time, more than ten chariots rushed into the range.

Then they saw that Chu Jungui was not fighting alone. Around his chariot, there were three other chariots from the Blue Army guarding him. Moreover, these three chariots didn't think about fighting at all, they were only used as movable bunkers and obstacles to block and divide the enemy for Chu Jungui, and they could also block the artillery at critical moments.

Then there is no more.

Chu Jungui's ultimate strategy finally appeared. He used all the tanks and auxiliary vehicles of the Blue Army as a cover, and his tanks shuttled back and forth among them, like ghosts, but the shells shot out the beams of light from the attacking tanks with incomparable precision.

At this point, the armored infantry finally understood that Chu Jungui's level of chariots had long since thrown them out of eighteen streets.

Instead of being discouraged, they were full of fighting spirit. The muscular men clamored day and night to go to the training ground to teach Chu Jungui how to be a good man, and then be taught how to be a man the next day.

The fighting spirit of the students is high, but the mood of the instructors is in another world. If this continues, isn't the armored infantry going to take the blame for the tactical infantry?

So under the initiative of the Armored Infantry Department, the senior management of the college held an emergency meeting. At the meeting, the director of the Armored Infantry Department insisted that Chu Jungui be removed from the No. 33 training ground.

Lieutenant Colonel Hu just asked casually: "Where will you move him?"

There was a sudden silence in the conference room.

When Chu Jungui was at the No. 31 training ground, he showed unparalleled machine gun shooting skills, which made the tactical infantry miserable. After finally arriving at the No. 33 training ground, he transformed himself and became the ace of chariots. The armored infantry wanted to take the opportunity to teach him a lesson, but now he was taught so much that he wanted to die.

All in all, Chu Jungui is a disaster right now, leaving No. 33 training ground, where can he be put? Is it the sky training ground? What if this guy can still fly fighter jets?

What is certain is that now no one wants Chu Jungui to appear on his own training ground as a blue team.

Just when the atmosphere was awkward, the director of the tactical infantry broke the silence: "He can go anywhere except training ground 31."

Everyone woke up one after another, and immediately answered:

"Training ground 45 is not acceptable."

"Not on the 21st either."

"Anyway, it can't be the training ground in the sky."

...

Lieutenant Colonel Hu drooped his mouth and said, "It seems that the only place he can stay is No. 33 training ground."

"I object!" The director of the armored infantry was furious.

"The objection is invalid." This time, the others were surprisingly unanimous.

Over the sky above the business school, a shuttle flew slowly and landed on a small square in the corner of the school. The rotor of the shuttle stopped, the hatch opened, and a dark silver step protruded from below, extending to the ground.

In the small square, a group of people have already greeted them. In the middle is an old man with silver hair. Behind him, Meng Jianghu stands out.

From the cabin door, a pair of slender and straight legs protruded first, and there was no crease on the white trousers. The same white high-heeled boots stepped on the gangway, as if stepping on the heart of every straight man of steel.

As she walked down the gangway, the clean blouse, straight neck, and well-defined cheeks emerged from the shadows one by one.

Although a pair of wide sunglasses covered half of her face, and her short hair was short and capable, it did not hide her thrilling beauty.

As soon as she appeared, the surrounding temperature seemed to drop a little. That murderous aura is enough to keep all admirers away thousands of miles away.

After she got off the shuttle, a few attendants walked out of the cabin, all of them were dressed in dark silver uniforms, with expressionless faces, even their eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses.

The white-haired old man smiled, greeted him, and said, "I never expected that you would come to our remote place."

The corners of her mouth curled up, showing a faint smile, and said: "Father still mentions you from time to time. This time, I happened to pass by Xinzheng, so I came to see you, and take a look at the preparations for the year-end performance." .”

The old man sighed and said: "It's been so many years, it's rare that your father can still remember me. Although my college is simple, I will definitely go all out for the year-end performance. Whatever you want to see, just say, I will arrange it .”

"Okay, I'll stay here for two days."

"No problem." The old man looked at the inconspicuous shuttle behind her, and asked, "So do we need a code name or another name this time?"

"No, just use Lin Xi."

"Okay, no problem." The old man ordered the people behind him to apply for the highest-level pass for Lin Xi. As long as the electronic pass is loaded on the identity chip, Lin Xi can freely enter and exit any place in the college.

At this moment, a group of burly, muscular men suddenly rushed out of a dormitory building not far away. They rushed out of the dormitory at a speed of 100 meters, and assembled in the square in front of the building in the blink of an eye.

An instructor strode up to the front of the queue, his eyes were like lightning, his voice was like thunder, and he shouted: "In today's battle, there is no way out. We have to break the boat and fight for a way out of the impossible! Are you afraid?"

Hundreds of strong men roared in unison, and their voices reached the sky: "Don't be afraid!!"

In the square, the white-haired old man and a group of high-level college officials were a little stunned, not understanding how these students would look like they were going to die generously. This is a business school, so it's not life-threatening, right?

Lin Xi smiled lightly and said, "The morale is pretty good."

The instructor raised the volume by dozens of decibels again, and roared: "Remember what we are going to do?!"

All the men roared together: "Let the training ground be leveled, and capture Chu Jun alive!"

"Very good! Get in the car, let's go!"

The hunks roared away.

Lin Xi was somewhat interested, and asked, "Who is Chu Jungui?"

A female attendant next to him immediately searched, and then handed over the light screen, on which were Chu Jungui's photos and life stories.

Lin Xi took the light screen and flipped through it silently. Her eyes are hidden behind the sunglasses, no one can see the change of her expression.

She looked at it very slowly, and after a while, she returned the light screen to the follower. There was an imperceptible coldness in her voice, and she said, "Make arrangements. I will be on the attacking side for tomorrow's assessment."