If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 311 Live Teaching
The VIPs in the VIP hall were escorted down to the second floor one by one. Under the coercion of long guns and short cannons, they walked towards the huge stage of the Opera House with their heads in their hands. Only at this time can the grandeur of the Wuni Opera House be truly displayed during construction. , the whole stage can accommodate the next whole orchestra without appearing crowded.

The captain of the Omega squad was standing in front of Shao Yifeng. He stretched out his hands to open the little fat man's eyelids, picked up the tactical flashlight and shook it on the pupils. He found that the pupils were still sensitive to light before he concluded that the entire opera house was in a coma. They all fell into a shallow coma just like the fat man in front of him. As for the reason
The captain put away the tactical flashlight and picked up the sign with 66 on the chair beside him. He glanced at the dejected young mixed-race people who were standing on the stage one after another. He probably had a guess in his heart. He was no stranger to this kind of venue. Although the task is said to be a charity trading party, in essence it is still an auction.

The Chicago Municipal Opera House on Pennsylvania Road has the same venue as it does now every year, and the captain has also participated in it. The qualification for admission is a proof of your bloodline. The stronger the background bloodline, the better your position. They would play a little trick of 'please close your eyes when it's dark', and everyone tried their best to light up the golden pupils. Those who didn't know thought it was a group of spotlights who had become elite.

It's normal for golden pupils of mixed races to exert pressure, but if there are ordinary people mixed in at the scene, then this scene seems not difficult to understand. It's quite troublesome, their actions this time should be acting as an excuse for their employers. 'Plan B' and obviously employers don't want to use them unless they have to.

The group of them can only be regarded as second-hand preparations. The employer seems to be concerned about not wanting them to know the inside story of the charity gala, and strictly ordered them to mobilize the surveillance video in the infield. This also makes them not very clear about what happened in the charity gala. .

But are the organizers and this group of mixed races crazy?To expose one's blood in front of a group of ordinary people, aren't you afraid that people from the 'Longwen Arbitration Committee' will come to your door?
Unless these guys are ruthless and will get rid of all ordinary people after the charity party, that's another story, but in general, people will still make trouble for them, it's just that they have changed from one group to another.

But this is not what the captain should care about. He dropped the No. 66 card. He looked back at the time on the mechanical watch, and then looked down at Shao Yifeng who had woken up because of the strong light stimulation. Seeing a burly man with a black hood standing in front of him, before he had time to scream like a woman, he was punched in the jaw, two teeth flew out perfectly and fell into a deep coma.

"Trouble." The captain frowned. The people in the field who had been unconscious beforehand seemed to be showing signs of awakening because of their high-profile entry. The person should have woken up, but due to the current situation, he dared not open his eyes and could only continue to pretend to be asleep.

The captain of "B3, A6, C28" reported a lot of numbers one after another, and the team members in the aisle immediately walked to the corresponding seats, picked up the person who pretended to be sleeping, and drove them to the stage amidst the sound of begging for mercy.

"The teams hurry up and confirm the code to find the employer. We still have three and a half minutes." The captain stepped on the back of the chair in the seat, stepped on the back of the chair row by row until he jumped onto the stage, and the escort speed of the personnel in the opera house began. Hurry up, under the lock of 'Scythe Weasel' and 'Snake', no one in the opera house can escape the force of the search, anyone who dares to escape or ignite the golden pupil will be instantly sieved.

Just when the captain was controlling the wind demon hovering in the huge infield with his eyes like a torch, all the dark corners were scouted by the weasels. When he relaxed his attention to the whole field, he ignored the prisoner not far behind him in the dark. The whispers in the group.

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"What's the situation now?" Wan Boqian asked in a low voice. She was sitting on the ground at the moment, with her legs bent together. Most of the women at the scene were sitting like this. Forcibly squatting down would only destroy their expensive dresses. tear.

"The current situation is that I am squatting and you are sitting." Beside her, Lin Nian, a super hybrid, 'S'-level commissioner, and ace of the executive department, was squatting obediently with the back of his head in his arms, followed by the There is also Chu Zihang, the squatting posture and head-holding movements of the two belong to the standard model that thugs feel at ease and want to give a thumbs up.

"No, I mean, what's the situation now?" Wan Boqian was a little choked up, and several gun-wielding thugs kept wandering around them. The muzzle of the gun in his hand and the position where his fingers touched the trigger were very professional. , as long as someone in the crowd got up, he had to lie down again the first time.

"I don't know, otherwise why would I be squatting here?" Lin Nian replied in a low voice, his eyes kept falling on the thugs in the opera house, "And did I tell you that I have some explosive ptsd?"

Wan Boqian was stunned, and then understood Lin Nian's meaning. It was because she didn't understand the situation, so she stood still, but what happened to the explosion ptsd? Has the 'S' class been on the battlefield in the Middle East?
"Why don't you just resist?" Chu Zihang asked in a low voice. He still had the S&W_M500 revolver stuck in his waist belt, which was a relic of Chu Tianjiao. In fact, he still had a Beretta 92F for him to choose, but Lin He mentioned in [-] that Chu Tianjiao was a real man, and a real man should use a large-caliber pistol, so he also chose this revolver from the weapon box, which was more powerful than the Sand Eagle.

"Lesson [-] of the executive department, before killing someone, you must know who you are killing." Lin Nian turned his head to look at Chu Zihang and explained, "Sometimes when you strike too quickly and create a corpse first, you will miss a lot of things that are worse than the corpse." Useful information, before my life was threatened during the mission, I suffered a lot before the mission before collecting as much information as possible.

Chu Zihang silently nodded and remembered this little knowledge, while Wan Boqian's eyelids twitched wildly, wondering if this is the time for on-site teaching?Our heads are all held up with guns, isn't it considered life-threatening?

"Uniform standard equipment, well-trained, clear distribution, it is impossible to be robbers and thugs on a temporary basis, and there will be no such original organization in China, it can only be a mercenary-like team. It is temporarily impossible to specify which mercenary I figured it out, but what is certain is that the captain's speech spirit is 'Scythe Weasel', and someone in the team has a speech spirit that can extend communication, most likely it is 'Light Year' or 'Snake'." Lin Nian secretly observed every A mob analysis.

"Weasel sickle?" Chu Zihang asked.

"Can't you notice it? Those little things in the air that disturb the airflow?" Lin Nian glanced at Chu Zihang, who shook his head slightly, but Wan Boqian at the side was a little terrified, and it was hard to guess where the sensitivity of the 'S' level was. At the same level, I can actually observe the nearly completely transparent Kamaitachi. These wind demons are elves in the wind, and their flight will not make any sound. If Lin Nian didn't say that she would not have realized that Kamaitachi had already been full of words. fill the whole space.

"He is the user of the Word Spirit." Lin Nian pointed to the captain in charge of the audience at the front of the stage. It is safe to talk to him, if we want to do something later, we have to kill him first."

Chu Zihang nodded, and stared at the captain's back, but Lin Nian immediately blocked it with his hand: "The killing intent is a good thing, it can make up your determination to fight ruthlessly, but don't forget to do it before you do it." It's easy to expose your killing intent, the hybrids have inherited a certain sense of crisis from their blood, and things like 'instinct' are real for us."

"Let me give you an example." Lin Nian said, "Pay attention to the person at three o'clock."

Chu Zihang turned his head and saw a thug with his sleeves rolled up and his tattoos exposed standing in the aisle about 100 meters away. At this moment, the mouth under the hood was squirming slightly, as if he was chewing gum, and his eyes flicked from time to time. Glance at the entrance to the infield and the unconscious guests in the seats.

"Does he look defenseless?" Lin Nian said.

Chu Zihang nodded, but at the next moment, he suddenly found a black shadow behind the thug who was monitoring the entrance. He was so familiar in height and shape, and it was Lin Nian himself!
When he saw the side face of the shadow clearly, he turned his head to look around in horror, but inexplicably found that the boy beside him disappeared at some point, and Wan Boqian who was beside him was also a little stunned and didn't realize what happened.

Behind the thugs, Lin Nian, who appeared out of thin air, took out a black dagger from his cuff, pulled out a knife and put it on the opponent's waist. His face was expressionless, and the thugs didn't even realize that death was almost close to him. He breathed out cold air on the back of his neck.

But when Lin Nian's face turned cold and wanted to stab in, for a moment, the thug shivered as if in an ice cave, and suddenly pulled out his waist with a gun and turned around to aim, but in front of his eyes Only the wall covered with arabesques was seen, but there was no ghost.

"If you show your killing intent, you will be at the risk of being discovered. The real efficiency and ruthlessness is that when the other party does not notice your killing intent, your killing action has already been completed." Lin Nian said.

His voice reappeared in the ears of Chu Zihang and Wan Boqian. The boy in the middle squatted back at some point, still holding his head with his hands, while Chu Zihang looked at the distance and became suspicious. The high-strung thug nodded thoughtfully.

"If you really want to kill someone you have to be like this." Lin Nian said.

The voice fell, and it was still the thug. The familiar black figure behind him reappeared again. The boy between Wan Boqian and Chu Zihang disappeared out of thin air and appeared a hundred meters away. There was no sign of movement, and there was no sound or sound. Air flow, the weasel master ten meters ahead of them didn't even notice that there was one less prisoner behind them.

Behind the thug, Lin Nian took out the dagger in his sleeve and threw it. He raised his left hand and pressed it on the opponent's nose and mouth. His strong wrist almost pressed the thug's nasal and facial bones to make a squeaky sound. The pair of golden pupils were about to split open, and while ensuring that the other party could not make any sound, Lin Nian naturally wiped his throat, cut open the other party's throat, stabbed through it again, broke his heart, and hugged the twitching corpse Slowly leaning back on the steps in the aisle, using the seat to avoid the sight of others.

A sickle weasel flew over and caught their trivial voice, but it was cut to pieces by a knife light before returning to the host with the information, and the transparent skeleton of the ghost car bird was chopped down to the ground. No one found him until his death.

"Understood?" Beside Chu Zihang, Lin Nian released "Floating Life" and returned to the middle of the two on the stage.

"I probably understand." Chu Zihang nodded silently.

Seeing the boy who disappeared and reappeared like a ghost, Wan Boqian swallowed her saliva and decided not to pay attention to what the other party was trying to do. No matter what Lin Nian's plan is, the group of uninvited mercenaries in the opera house tonight will inevitably suffer. It's heavy.

(End of this chapter)