star hunter

The Hunters are a group that mainly depends on their strength. There is no rule in Vanguard that forces people to be added to each squadron. After all, for most people in the Hunter group, the people picked by the home team are all outstanding talents: 100%

Ninety-nine A-level genes, excellent hunters honed by training and actual combat. So for these people, each squadron has no time to recruit them, so how can they refuse?

The only thing that gives the captains a headache is that these people from the home team have always been arrogant and always feel that they are superior to the people in the sub-fleet. Therefore, it is important for the captains to let the newly integrated people live in harmony with the old team members.

It is indeed a difficult problem, and it cannot be solved in the short term.

Different from the worries that the captains of each team were thinking about after learning about the home team's decision, Xilin actually said such a shocking statement that almost made his eyes pop out.

Kick him out if you don't get recognition? Is this what a squadron person says?

"Okay!" Ji Feng knocked on the table in front of him, and continued after everyone calmed down, "This matter has been started, and I won't explain it in too much. If you still have any questions, you can discuss it with the management after the meeting.

.Continue the meeting..."

There will be a full-day meeting this time. When the meeting is over, things in each squadron should probably come to an end. The captains can't contact the team now, and it will be useless to worry about it. This is obviously what the home team is doing.

In order to see the reaction of each squadron after removing the captain, some processing was also done.

While all the squadron captains were anxious and confused, the clean-up personnel sent by the home team had already begun to take action. Except for Team 11, the other ten teams had more or less targets to be cleaned up. These were the targets of the home team in recent days.

The result of a secret investigation. Even if those people on the cleanup list are not completely cleared, they will be investigated further.

During this cleanup time, some basic information about the cleanup, the reasons why the people being cleaned up are listed on the list, etc. will be displayed at the seats of each squadron captain.

At first, the captains of each squadron were indeed very dissatisfied. They didn't even have the intention to continue sitting here for the meeting. They were so bad-tempered that they almost left on the spot, but with this information, the expressions on the captains' faces changed.

, but it is obviously much more convergent.

Xilin is still the calmest among these captains. This is puzzling to many people.

At the same time, not far from the base of the 11th team, a large-space extended modified speed car landed, and nearly fifty people came out of it. These people were relatively young, and the youngest was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"I suddenly feel regretful." One of them said after looking at the deserted and somewhat lonely base of Team 11 over there.

Hearing what this man said, several people nearby also echoed, "You are not the only one who thinks so. In fact, I think. Let alone the training of fighter planes. There is not even the sound of shooting and other training. Are they all practicing shooting and training indoors?

Other sports? I hate indoor training the most. I can’t feel it at all! Moreover, the establishment of the 11th team is weird. It’s uncertain when it will be disbanded and reorganized. Everyone knows that the 11th team only has so many people who can execute it.

What task? Besides mining, is it mining?”

Many of these people felt that their talents were being compromised by being assigned here. They did not refuse directly before and only told the person in charge to come here and take a look before making a decision. But now they suddenly feel that there is no need to continue to look at this.

Is it necessary for this kind of team to exist?

In fact, each team was originally assigned more than 70 people, but the 20 or so people who were assigned to team 11 refused on the spot, and more than half of the remaining 50 or so people did not respond directly, leaving room for leeway.

Some people say that the eleventh team is very good. If we go over and the eleventh team develops, we will be veterans, and it will be more honorable to return to the home team when the time comes. Such seniority is a medal.

There is indeed such an unspoken rule among hunters. For people like Zomba Leruo and Bart, who are squadron captains and have worked hard, their influence will naturally be greater after they are promoted to the main team. This is seniority.

While everyone was discussing, one of the inconspicuous-looking people had already taken steps towards the base of Team 11.

"Hey, Mao, wait for us!" A young man with hair that looked like a hedgehog called to his companions and strode after them. After them, they followed a few more people. It seemed that they had a good relationship.

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"Mogas, Phoebe, do you really want to go? If you do, it will be difficult to apply to leave the team." Someone advised.

"Hey, it's not like you're just messing around. It's easier if you don't have a mission. Do whatever you want." Mogas tugged at his spiky hair, straightened the slightly curly hair, and answered the man behind him as he walked.

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"If a hunter doesn't have a mission, does he still have room to grow? Mogas, we won't talk about that person, but if you go there and no one goes crazy with you, won't you become moldy with idleness?"

Mogath sighed, "There is no other way, I just have to change my ways."

"...Don't use this kind of nonsense as an excuse. Forget it, just go if you want. Don't regret it later and say we didn't persuade you."

The man who persuaded him turned around and walked into the speeding car again. After he entered, another group of people followed him. There were only nearly twenty people who remained in the same place. These people were still hesitating.

"Hey, are you leaving? If not, we will fly away first!"

"Why are you still here? Look at how many people there are in Team 11 now, and think about the current overall situation in the hunter world. How long can this kind of team exist? Isn't this just looking for grievance?"

The people in the car didn't know whether they were talking to themselves or to persuade those who were hesitant. Anyway, the more they talked, the more confident they became. After all, nothing has been settled. As mentioned above, they have the right to choose. Since they don't like this team,

Therefore, it is impossible to stay. It is more reliable to find a more powerful squadron with more development prospects.

Some people who were still hesitating thought about it, and boarded the speeding car one after another. When the rest of the people saw that everyone had left, they also got on the speeding car after having no idea in their minds.

"Hey, Panda Eyes, are you coming up? If you don't come up, we'll take off!" The people in the car shouted to the last person still standing there.

The person in the car yelled, but when the other person didn't respond, he continued yelling a few more times, and finally threw a stone at the person, making a thud on the person's head.

The person who stood there with his head lowered waited for a few seconds before he finally raised his head. He was a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. The most striking thing was that the boy had thick dark circles around his eyes, which was worthy of his name.

Panda eyes.

The young man raised his head, scratched the back of his head, looked at the people in Cheshan confusedly, and replied slowly: "...ah?"

"Oh shit, we are going back to the headquarters, are you coming back? If not, we will leave immediately!"

"Didn't you say you're going to Team 11?" The young man looked around and found Mogas and the others who had already walked away. Then he jumped up and ran after him, shouting as he ran.

"Wait for me, I don't know the way!".

"Fuck!" The person next to the car door cursed and closed the door.

The speeding car that had just arrived took off again and returned on the original route.

On the other side, Mogas kept talking as he walked towards the base of Team 11.

"Phoebe, why did you decide to come to Team 11?" Morgas asked.

"I rolled the dice yesterday, and the sum of the two dice was exactly eleven." Phoebe pushed up her plump breasts, gathered her long curly hair and pushed them behind her ears, "I trust my intuition!"

Morgas was used to this kind of Phoebe. He moved his unobstructed gaze away from Phoebe's pair of thighs and looked at the base in front, "Your intuition is always determined by two dice."

"Kong Lujia, where are you?" Mogas turned to ask the person on the other side.

The young girl named Kong Lujia has a pretty and soft face, but when you look at her carefully, you find that she is not as weak as she looks. Her eyes make people think of an owl, a hunter in the dark.

"You can go wherever you are divided, no team is the same." Kong Lujia felt that Mogas' question was boring.

The decision of the home team was issued very quickly, and they did not have time to investigate carefully. In addition, the people of the home team always knew less about the squadron, so they really didn’t know much about the 11th team. All they knew was this

It is a new team with a very small number of members. The members are all relatively young. So far, I have not heard of any major achievements. I have not seen any sign of Team 11 on the merit list of the group.

Mogas was talking to Phoebe and Kong Lujia about the recent gossip about a certain senior of the home team. Suddenly, he noticed that Mao, who was walking at the front, stopped and looked over. Sitting on top of the base gate of Team 11 was a man.

people,

This person was not here when they looked at the gate of Team 11's base before. When did he appear, just now?!

There was no sound of breathing, and the whole person was sitting there like a statue that suddenly appeared. There was no life at all, but it was impossible for anyone who saw it to ignore it.

Who is this person? There is such a person in Team 11?!

The five of them were quite confused.

Xiying unfolded the paper book in his hand, ignored them, and looked at the book in his hand quietly, really like a statue, and the five people below did not make a sound.

Kaka——

The door to the base opened, breaking the eerie silence.

The five people in Mogas saw an uncle holding a wine bottle and smelling of alcohol leaning out from the crack of the half-open door. He looked at the five people, then looked behind them, took a sip of wine, and then lightly

Sighed lightly.

"It's just you five little guys." Shusage said as he poured two more mouthfuls into his mouth and turned to look at Xiying: "Our Team 11 is really not popular."

The five Mogas people felt very strange, because this uncle who smelled of alcohol had such a bright smile on his face when he said these words that should have been regretful and sad!!~!

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