Steel steam and flame

The mission that was introduced after reading two pieces of paper was indeed the same as what Bolai told him at the beginning. It was very simple. It was a smuggling incident involving the dark world. The difficulty rating was the same as Doris's mission. She was ranked second in rank. wait.

Then I looked at the information on other papers, and there was nothing worth paying special attention to. Cassia refolded them and put them aside. After pausing the pen in her hand on the draft paper on the side, she determined what basic things she needed, and classified them one by one on the application. above the form.

The time for delivering the form was already the next morning.

The biological clock was completely disrupted due to treatment in the hospital. Cassia woke up today thanks to the small alarm clock in the dormitory. He woke up very early, and he didn't feel sleepy at all. He was in a daze before the alarm clock went off. He felt like he wanted to sleep but couldn't. When the alarm clock rang on time, the sleepiness was shattered by the sound of the alarm clock, turning into quicksand running between the fingers and disappearing without a trace.

The air in the morning is very cold, and the sky is no longer as white as before. Cloud shadows began to gather in the clear sky, and the colors of the Blanco Mountains became darker and darker.

When I woke up so early in the ward yesterday, all the street lights had been turned off. But at the same time today, the street lights are full of spirit. They are soldiers with straight spines, standing on the roadside and emitting a soft light.

The season seems to have changed completely in less than one night.

On the way back from the logistics department, Cassia walked through the training range, went in and asked for a revolver and dozens of bullets.

The speed of renewal in the body is getting faster and faster, but the movement habits of using firearms are still well preserved in the body's memory, and now there is no unfamiliar feeling. Only the pungent smoke smell of platinum bullets makes people feel a little nostalgic. The speed of shooting can't be faster, but the speed of changing bullets has been improved to a new level.

Entering the later stages of the first stage of the surgery, his strength and speed had more than doubled, which impressed Kasia a lot. Moreover, he underwent surgery to replace the main nerves in his body, and his reaction speed and command transmission were also faster than before. The overall foundation has been greatly improved. As long as Cassia is given a few days to get familiar with it, he thinks he should be able to figure out all the functions of this "new body".

But she couldn't be happy either. After experiencing Doris' mission, meeting people like Savina, and listening to what she said at that time, Cassia's understanding of surgery was also deepening little by little.

After thousands of years of accumulation and development, and developed by countless generations of scientists in Avalon, surgical technology, one of the pillars of support for the empire, Cassia admitted that she had indeed underestimated him before. But the advanced theoretical knowledge about surgery, as well as the pneumatic weapons that I had seen in the Nolida mission, these advanced theoretical courses are all stuck here in the military school, and they have not yet been handed over to my own group of students. signs.

Cassia believes that she, who is just the recipient of the surgery, does not have the right or qualification to know the truth about these things. In addition to becoming more proficient with firearms, they now have an absolute advantage over ordinary soldiers in basic physical qualities such as strength, speed, and reflexes. But they are still little guys at heart who have not yet grown up.

The few days before the mission were enough for Cassia to review the previous training programs from beginning to end, allowing his body to regain the familiar feeling it had before. Cassia, who received the equipment she applied for on the eve of the mission and carried them back, attracted the attention of most of the people on the trail.

Cassia returned to her dormitory amidst the discussion. When she went up the stairs, she didn't forget to look at the moss on the stone platform. In less than a day, they had undergone tremendous changes, just like the sky above, which was separated by a glass curtain.

Today they seem to be plants planted in the wrong place. Not only are they without energy, but even the little bit of green that was still there yesterday has been stripped away and stained with an everlasting yellow color. Just like people's fantasies about eternal life are all kinds of strange, but when they think about death, they can remain surprisingly consistent in different regions, different times, and different countries. The same is true for withered yellow. It is never new and remains the same, but it is the most deadly to most plants.

After returning to the dormitory, Cassia checked the equipment again and put them aside for tomorrow.

Because it was already a few days late, Cassia no longer worried about time issues. This is not a single-person mission, but a team of eight. The situation is the same as the first mission. There is no list of team members and no contact information for the mission. After arriving at the original mission location, you can only figure out how to proceed with the mission by yourself. .

Cassia likes to rub her hair when she is worried. She cut her hair, which is definitely not very long, short just a few days ago. Now the hand rubbing it can only feel a tingling sensation. It's not very comfortable, but it makes people don't want to let go.

Even rubbing my head failed to resolve my worries about the mission. Cassia poured a glass of warm water to drink, read a few pages of the open book, and played with the new revolver he brought for a while, as well as a small number of blue and silver bullets. Finally, he saw that it was almost time. He lay on the bed and turned off the light, looking at the patterns on the ceiling in the dark, and fell asleep unknowingly.

When she got up the next day, she no longer needed the help of an alarm clock. Cassia put on her equipment, made sure nothing was missing before leaving, and went to the parking lot of the military school.

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What took Cassia over was a general-purpose off-road tank with full power, and the sound of the steam-driven gears moving was delicate and smooth, very pleasant to the ear, and there was nothing that could be called noise. It's a very good performance vehicle.

The door panels are thick and forged from alloy. The tires are made by the Webley Company, have strong grip, and have eye-catching bullet-like logos on them. There were only two people in the car, Cassia and the driver, as well as some necessary supplies placed in the back seat of the car. This general-purpose tank was originally supposed to have a .50 heavy machine gun. However, because it is a vehicle that picks up and drop off people, it spends a lot of time in places with a lot of people. Therefore, the heavy machine gun was used long ago. All were demolished. Otherwise, appearing with such a ferocious appearance in a place where ordinary people gather, especially in Manomali, which is the capital area of ​​the empire, will indeed cause quite a commotion.

Even ordinary bullets of this caliber and power can blast an enemy in half with one shot. And all general-purpose firearms in the empire can be equipped with platinum bullets. Therefore, in some battles, the .50's heavy machine gun also acts as a small dumb cannon. A bullet from a ammunition box can penetrate a tank into scrap metal accumulated in a garbage dump.

But now it has been dismantled, and the place where the bullet box was stored has been changed to a suitcase, housing Cassia's luggage.