I Added Everything to Strength

　　...

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

　　 was paralyzed for eighteen years, making him a habit of contemplation.

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

　　 He even thought, what should we do if we don’t have those tactical weapons? How can I keep Xiao Zhou? Save your life?

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

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

　　If you learn to eat a bite and grow your wisdom, the possibility of living a lifetime safely increases greatly.

　　 And a person like He Mu who is always insecure, even if he didn't eat that bite, he would reflect on it.

　　 was also insecure. When it was one or two o'clock in the afternoon, he felt that his spirit had almost recovered, so he got up.

　　 He still wants to go to the Red Mist Alliance.

　　 Since Captain Luo told him to hide for two days, then hide.

　　 But it’s impossible to hide at home. How can the money be spent while hiding at home?

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

　　 As for safety, he is not even worried.

　　 The military community is safe, but the Red Mist Alliance is safer.

　　 After all, there are Red Mist fighters all around, if something happens, an immediate task will be arranged clearly in minutes.

　　...

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

　　 In fact, every time he leaves the community, he meets so many people.

　　 But no one knew him, nor did he know anyone.

　　 Some people have lived with him in the military community for more than ten years, and they haven't met several times.

　　 In the entire military community, the only thing he really knew was the neighbor's grandmother Wang.

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

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

After 　　, his father died, and Grandma Wang declared that "I will take care of these two children." The brothers were not sent to the army orphanage.

　　 Now Grandma Wang seems to be working in an orphanage and only comes back once a month.

　　 I haven't seen her since I recovered.

　　 He Mu once wanted to see Grandma Wang in the orphanage, but he was very conflicted.

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

　　 Now that my brother is in trouble, how should he explain it and how to deal with it?

"Ugh…"

　　 He Mu lightly sighed and looked outside the bus.

　　...

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

　　Today, the flow of people in the Red Mist Alliance is unusually large, especially in front of the battle wall, where there are piles of people gathered, just like the scene when vendors focus on sales promotion.

　　 He Mu leaned over and took a look out of curiosity, and immediately understood what was going on.

　　 These are the admission points of the university.

　　 Now it is time for high school graduates to apply for their volunteers. Except for very few prestigious schools that do not lack excellent students, other universities are competing for students.

　　 And the competition is extremely fierce.

　　 Even those universities in the previous life, even if they were not prestigious universities, have their own strengths and majors, which can attract students in need.

　　 But universities in this world are different.

　　Is a university good? Eighty percent depends on the department of Red Mist Warrior, and the remaining 20 percent depends on the department of Red Mist Technology and Monster Research.

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

　　 So I want to develop some specialties to attract eyeballs, but it simply doesn't work.

　　 When all universities are fighting for young Red Mist fighters, the popularity of that young Red Mist fighter can be imagined.

　　 He Mu just listened casually, and he 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 by one."

　　 "Ms. Wang, your son comes to our school, tuition is free!"

　　 "We also exempt! Not only exempt! There is also a monthly allowance for board and lodging!"

　　 "Do you really want to fight?"

　　 "Fight as long as you hit! Who is afraid of anyone!"

　　...

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

　　Your son comes to our school, the future is bound to be boundless! "

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

　　 "Reassure, your son is already 20 in combat power. Our school can appropriately lower the requirements for cultural subjects. However, in order to prevent some gossip, you may have to pay a little more tuition."

　　 "Tuition is not a problem!"

　　...

　　 "Ms. Zhou, your daughter..."

　　...

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

　　 A scene like this should have been going on for a long time.

　　 And this time, the Red Mist Alliance is undoubtedly extremely safe.

　　Because the people who fought like a street vendor and flew around were almost all university teachers who returned home from vacation. These people have hundreds of fighting powers.

　　With them here, the security around the Red Mist Alliance is probably far greater than the so-called "Guardian Ward Room" and "Military Ward Room".

　　...

　　 At the same time He Mu entered the Red Mist Alliance.

　　 In the corner at the end of the power wall.

　　 An old man with long hair covering his face, leaning against the wall, is snoring loudly.

　　 The simple sign at his door had been blown down by the wind at some unknown time, but he knew nothing.

　　...

　　 At this time, a middle-aged woman brought a young man towards her. Their faces were a little ugly, and it was obvious that they had touched a lot of nails before.

　　 Otherwise, I won't come to this corner.

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

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

　　 "Huh...Huh? Trick... Trick!"

　　 The man replied in a dazed manner, and his saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth as he spoke. In addition, there was also a strong scent of alcohol.

　　 The teenager next to the middle-aged woman frowned when he smelled the alcohol, and stopped talking as he watched his mother.

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

　　 "This eldest sister, you came to me but found the right place. Our school has two major majors, which are very famous all over the country. If your son comes to our school...

　　 Although the man looks a bit sloppy, he is also quite dedicated.

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

　　 The man snorted softly, his expression quite proud.

　　"First of all, this professional chef!

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

　　 Don’t look at the Red Mist Alliance, there are also monster flesh and blood, but the strong eat this kind of thing, it can’t add much.

　　 They eat the flesh and blood of truly powerful monsters.

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

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

　　...

　　 This blow-through ratio is more than three minutes.

　　 Finally, the long-haired man mysteriously took out a red certificate from his arms.

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

　　 Of course, a chef of this level can no longer be called a chef. We all call him a "gourmet" in the Red Mist Warriors.

　　 gourmet certificate, do you know what it means? "

　　 "What does it mean?" Middle-aged women came interested.

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

　　" means starting with an annual salary of 5 million, which means that there is no need to fight or take risks, it means to be able to make friends with all kinds of big people, and it means to go wherever you want!

　　Dare to ask, is there a better career in this world? "

　　 At this point, the long-haired man got closer and said mysteriously: "Sister, secretly tell you a secret, the value of the monster's flesh and blood secretly detained by the owner of this document is more than ten million every year!

　　 He had a blind date and took this card to the table! The woman knelt directly! Crying and crying to marry him! Hi! I really envy me! "

"real or fake?"

　　 Middle-aged women will be suspicious.

　　 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 and 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 all year round to shuttle between the battlefields. Whenever there are giant monsters, they must be there.

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

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

　　 They are everywhere! Made an indelible contribution to protect all mankind! "

　　 Hearing these remarks, the teenager only felt blood boiled, as if he saw a mysterious organization guarding China silently.

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

Snapped!

　　 There was a soft sound, and the long-haired man took out another ID, with eight characters written on it!

　　A class excavator driver's license!

　　 Seeing this document, the boy only felt a while.

　　 The long-haired man said with a solemn expression: "Do you know how the trenches on the battlefield came from? Do you know how the battlefield was cleaned up after the war?

　　 Do you know who ended up after the monster attacked the city?

　　 You don’t know, you only know how to fight!

　　 You don’t understand what dedication is.

　　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: "Having this certificate means that you have dedicated your whole life!

　　 Of course, this remuneration is also very generous, a certificate guarantees 3 million yuan a year.

　　 If you have another excavator that belongs to you, that’s even worse!

　　 Putting the driving license in front of the mother-in-law is more useful than ten real estate licenses! I can bet! She immediately kissed you more than her son! "

　　 The middle-aged woman and the young man looked at each other, and after a moment they asked in unison: "Teacher, what university are you?"

　　 The long-haired man coughed slightly and put the sign on his chest.

　　 "Ahem, Lingzhou Vocational University."