I Added Everything to Strength

...

He Mu lay on his bed, looking at the ceiling.

Paralyzed for eighteen years, he developed a habit of contemplation.

For example, all kinds of things that happened last night have been deduced several times in his mind at this moment.

He would even think, what would he do without those tactical weapons? How can Xiao Zhou be kept? Save your own life?

The reason for this is that next time he encounters a similar emergency, he can instantly think of a way to deal with it.

There are thousands of dangers that people encounter in this life, but in fact many of them are repeated scenes.

If you learn to eat a pit and gain a wisdom, the possibility of living a safe life will be greatly increased.

And a person like He Mu who has been insecure all the year round, even if he didn't get caught in that trap, he would reflect on it.

It was also because of his lack of security that he got up at one or two o'clock in the afternoon when he felt that his spirit had almost recovered.

He still wants to go to the Red Mist Alliance.

Since Captain Luo asked him to hide for two days, he should hide.

But it’s impossible to hide at home. How do you spend your money while hiding at home?

If something like money can't be transformed into strength, then it doesn't mean much to He Mu.

As for safety, he was even less worried.

The military complex is certainly safe, but the Red Mist Alliance is even safer.

After all, there are red mist fighters all around, if something happens, an immediate task, it will be clearly arranged every minute.

...

After leaving the house and leaving the military complex, He Mu got on the bus.

In fact, every time he went out of the community, he would meet a few people.

But no one knew him, and he knew no one either.

Some people have lived with him in the military complex for more than ten years, and have never met several times.

In the entire military complex, the only one he really knew was the neighbor's Grandma Wang.

That is the one mentioned in my brother's suicide note.

When my father went to the front line, my brother and I were actually still children, and Grandma Wang came to the house to do the usual work of eating and washing clothes.

After his father died, it was Grandma Wang who declared that "I will take care of these two children", so the brothers were not sent to the military orphanage.

Grandma Wang seems to be working in the orphanage now, and she only comes back once a month.

I haven't seen her since I recovered.

He Mu once wanted to go to the orphanage to meet Grandma Wang, but he was conflicted.

From childhood to adulthood, Grandma Wang treated her elder brother and him as her own grandson.

Now that his brother had an accident, how should he explain and face it?

"well……"

He Mu sighed lightly, and looked outside the bus.

...

After an hour's drive, He Mu came to the Red Mist Alliance.

Today, the flow of people in the Red Mist Alliance is extremely large, especially in front of the battle wall, there are piles of people gathered, just like the scene when vendors are concentrated on promotions.

Out of curiosity, He Mu leaned over to take a look, and immediately understood what was going on.

It turns out that these are the admissions points of the university.

Now it's time for high school graduates to fill out their volunteer applications. Except for a few famous schools that have no shortage of excellent students, other universities are competing for students.

And the fight is extremely fierce.

Those universities in the previous life, even if they were not famous schools, more or less had their own strong majors, which could attract students in need.

But universities in this world are different.

Whether a university is good or not, 80% depends on the Department of Red Mist Warriors, and the remaining 20% ​​depends on the Department of Red Mist Technology and Monster Studies.

Compared with these three major departments, other majors are insignificant. No matter how much you hang around, no one will take care of you.

Therefore, it is simply not feasible to develop some specialties to attract attention.

When all the universities are competing for young Red Mist fighters, one can imagine the popularity of the young Red Mist fighters.

He Mu just listened casually, and heard a lot of conversations that seemed to be bargaining or even malicious bidding.

...

"Ahem, Ms. Wang, as long as your son is willing to come to our school, the tuition fee can actually be reduced."

"Ms. Wang, your son will be free of tuition when he comes to our school!"

"We are also free! Not only free! There is also a monthly board and lodging subsidy!"

"Did you f*ck want to fight?"

"Hit it! Whoever is afraid of him!"

...

"Mr. Li, our school has the most advanced training system for Red Mist fighters in China, which is exactly the same as that of Kyoto University, worth tens of billions!

If your son comes to our school, he will have a bright future! "

"Uh, my son's grades in cultural subjects are a bit poor, can it work?"

"Don't worry, your son's combat prowess is already twenty. Our school can lower the requirements for cultural subjects appropriately. But, in order to prevent some gossip, you may have to pay a little more tuition."

"Tuition is not a problem!"

...

"Ms. Zhou, your daughter..."

...

Hearing this, He Mu smiled and shook his head, and walked towards the Red Mist Alliance.

Scenes like this should last for a long time.

During this period of time, the Red Mist Alliance was undoubtedly extremely safe.

Because those people who are fighting like street vendors are almost all university teachers who have returned home from vacation, and these people have more or less hundreds of fighting power.

With them here, the security around the Red Mist Alliance may be far more secure than the so-called "guardian's quarters" and "military quarters".

...

And at the same time that He Mu entered the Red Mist Alliance.

In the corner at the end of the battle wall.

A man with long hair covering his face, leaning against the wall, was snoring loudly.

The crude sign at his door had been blown down by the wind at some point, but he didn't know it.

...

At this time, a middle-aged woman and a young man came over, and the faces of the two were a little ugly. It was obvious that they had encountered a lot of obstacles before.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to this corner.

"Hi! Young man, wake up! Are you also the teacher of admissions?"

The middle-aged woman touched the long-haired man lightly and shouted softly.

"Ah... ah? Trick... Trick!"

The man responded in a daze, and the saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth as he spoke. In addition, there was a strong smell of alcohol.

The boy next to the middle-aged woman frowned when he smelled the alcohol, and looked at his mother, hesitant to speak.

At this time, the man regained his energy, wiped his mouth, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and lifted the sign in front of him.

"Sister, you have found the right place to come to me. Our school has two ace majors, which are very famous all over the country. If your son comes to our school... tsk tsk tsk..."

Although the man's appearance is a bit scribbled, he is also quite dedicated in speaking.

"What profession?" The middle-aged woman put away her dissatisfaction and asked curiously.

The man snorted softly, his expression quite proud.

"First of all, this chef is professional!

The chef I'm talking about is a chef who can process the flesh and blood of monsters.

Don't think that the Red Mist Alliance also has monster flesh and blood, but if the strong eat this kind of thing, it can't replenish anything at all.

They eat the flesh and blood of truly powerful monsters.

And the flesh and blood of those monsters... tsk tsk tsk, is harder than diamond, and stronger than any alloy.

At this time, we need our chef to appear on the stage, the chef can accurately destroy the structure of the flesh and make it soft..."

...

This blowing ratio is more than three minutes.

Finally, the long-haired man mysteriously took out a red ID from his pocket.

"This is the third-level chef certificate. With this certificate, you are qualified to process all monster flesh and blood.

Of course, chefs of this level can no longer be called chefs, and we in the Red Mist Warrior respectfully call them "gourmets".

Gourmet certificate, do you know what it means? "

"What does it mean?" The middle-aged woman came interested.

The long-haired man stretched out his right hand, his five fingers spread out and shook, his eyes full of yearning.

"It means starting with an annual salary of five million yuan, it means that you don't have to fight or take risks, it means you can make friends with all kinds of big shots, it means you can go wherever you want!

Dare I ask, is there a better job in this world than this? "

Having said that, the long-haired man moved closer, and said mysteriously: "Sister, let me tell you a secret, the value of the monster's flesh and blood that the owner of this certificate secretly detains exceeds ten million every year!

When he was on a blind date, he slapped the certificate on the table! The woman knelt down directly! Crying and shouting to marry him! Hi! I'm so envious! "

"real or fake?"

Middle-aged women are dubious.

And the teenager behind her didn't seem to have much interest in becoming a "gourmet", and asked, "What about another ace career?"

The long-haired man was slightly startled when he heard this, his expression gradually became serious, and his eyes became more indifferent.

"Speaking of another profession, hehe, let me ask you, do you know that there is a group of people who risk their lives to shuttle between the battlefields all year round, and whenever there are giant monsters, there must be traces of them.

Not only that, they will go to the wild, to the destroyed city...

In short, where there is fighting, there are them, and where there is development, there are them.

They are everywhere! He has made an indelible contribution to the protection of all mankind! "

Hearing these remarks, the young man only felt his blood boil, as if he had seen a mysterious organization silently guarding Huaxia.

"Teacher, what kind of major is that?" the boy asked excitedly.

Snapped!

With a soft sound, the long-haired man took out another ID card with eight large characters written on it!

Class A excavator driver's license!

Seeing this certificate, the young man just felt a bit confused.

The long-haired man said solemnly: "Do you know how the trenches on the battlefield came about? Do you know how the battlefield was cleaned up after the war?

Do you know who ended up after the giant beast attacked the city?

You don't know, you only know to fight and kill!

You don't understand what giving is at all.

You can't see what those people paid for the construction of the city, and you can't see who is working day and night on the ruins of the destroyed city..."

At the end, the long-haired man concluded: "With this certificate, it means that you have dedicated your life!

Of course, this treatment is also very generous, with a guarantee of three million a year for a certificate.

If you have another excavator exclusive to you, it will be even more amazing!

Putting the driver's license in front of the mother-in-law is more useful than ten real estate certificates! I can bet! She immediately treats you closer than her own son! "

The middle-aged woman and the boy looked at each other, and after a while they asked in unison, "Teacher, what kind of university are you?"

The long-haired man coughed twice and placed the sign on his chest.

"Ahem, Lingzhou Vocational University."