Steel steam and flame

In the military school, the standard distribution of tranquilizers for each person is two per month. But because Cassia's identity is somewhat special, he seems to have a lot of requirements for sedatives with sixteen suppressor tubes, and his number is three.

"If you feel something is wrong with your body and you don't need enough sedatives, you can come directly to the logistics department and fill out the application form to apply for additional quantities." The logistics department staff at that time told him that this was a special treatment that only he could have. .

After staying in school for three months, he finally understood a little bit, even though he was confused about everything before. He still didn't know the identity of the disappeared Nuo'er, but the unusual weight he felt when he picked up Nuo'er already showed that Nuo'er was different from ordinary people.

Nuo'er is also a surgeon. It's probably because of her that he was able to enter the military school. When almost all his money was taken away by the managers on the train, she was always watching by his side. . At that time, only Nuoer could understand his own situation as well as he could.

While my thoughts were dancing, several people were rushing over from a distance.

Each high-strength glass tube as thick as a baby's little finger held in the palm of the hand is equipped with a short needle. He held four tubes of sedatives that seemed to emit light in his hands, and then slowly injected them one tube at a time through the naturally bulging cephalic vein on the back of his hand.

Cassia's hands were shaking a little, and it was difficult for her bloody palms to grasp the small tube. The injection speed is very slow, but when all the sedative is injected into the body, it only takes three or four seconds.

Just like the barren grassland suddenly ushered in the warm spring of continuous drizzle after enduring the torture of autumn and winter for thousands of years, it is also like the steep ridge causing the vegetation on both sides of the mountain to suddenly change. The substances contained in the tranquilizer are indeed not comparable to the power obtained from ordinary food. What Sukarius said about gaining growth and strength by devouring the same kind is not random and without basis. The feeling of comfort all over his body made Cassia want to swallow a dragon alive now, even though he had never seen what they looked like.

"The Nuo'er back then should have been in the same situation as I was just now." Cassia vaguely saw a few figures appearing in front of her, her mouth opened and she spoke one word at a time without making any indication of their appearance.

He closed his eyes and seemed to be reliving the extremely short memory of Noer, "She was probably even more helpless then than she is now. She had no sedatives, not enough food, and only a small amount of warm water every day. The bread didn't taste very good. Apart from sleeping and resting to recover my little strength, there was no way to improve the situation at that time."

"Where is No'er now?" No one answered his question. On the old building site in the wilderness, several people guarded each other but stood faintly in a circle, surrounding Cassia.

Cassia released her skinless palm. It seemed as if it had been brushed several times with an iron brush. It was covered with fine red flesh strands. The capillaries had been blocked and blood could no longer flow out. Four empty tubes of tranquilizer fell on the green grass at his feet.

They are called "tranquilizers", but they are actually perfectly evolved substances extracted from the blood of dragons. While you gain abilities beyond ordinary people through surgery, you will definitely lose something from yourself. The balance of transactions is always in a state of balance, let alone a war institution like the Military Academy that eats people without spitting out their bones.

From the moment they entered the underground laboratory of the Biology Building, they were destined to be slaves to that little fluorescent blue sedative tube for the rest of their lives. No one knows, no one counts, no one records how many people can escape from this invisible prison alive in the end. Perhaps in the super analysis machine of the military school, there will be several exquisite gear combinations to represent relevant data records, but he is not a programmer himself and cannot hack into such a complex gear combination mechanism.

There may be information about Nuoer in it, and even the father whose memory is about to disappear in his mind may be found. He closed his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his shallow dimples looked like red springs filled with blood.

"What are you thinking about now?" Cassia shook her head, and her thoughts came back in an instant.

He opened his eyes, and the red whites of his eyes turned into golden yellow, and the dilated black pupils once again turned into jumping and dancing flames. Inside the crimson cross pupils was a rich color that was even more strange than blood. It was shocking, and everything reflected in it was... It is coated with its own light. This included the nearly semicircular field of vision that spread out from his eyes, and also included the few people who suddenly rushed towards him. They also have burning cross eyes and are both surgeons. When they meet, they are not friends, but enemies on opposite sides. In the end, everyone will fight for urban legends. Burying one now is just the beginning of the killing later.

"People with cross pupils will definitely kill each other, whether they are enemies or partners. With its mark, even if you are not willing to do so, until you die, this killing feast that has lasted for hundreds of years will still show no signs of stopping. . Only by picking up the sharp sword on your waist can you defend your own life."

"It seems that everything has been predicted by Coach Bei. Did he predict these things in advance? Of course not, it's just that he experienced these things earlier than me. Those words are just past experiences." Cassia smiled . In the past, he thought that Bolei was just a chatty middle-aged uncle, but now it seems that he is a wise teacher with a sophisticated structure underneath his roughness.

The pistol is gone, the bullets are gone, and all that remains is the dagger tightly worn on the waist, cold and quiet, silent and tenacious. The bloody palm held it tightly, but the pain was not transmitted, and the nerves felt a little slack due to frequent electromagnetic transmission.

"Come on, even if I am alone now." Cassia opened her mouth to speak, and the two rows of white teeth turned red.

The scenery in front becomes clear, and the hearing cannot be restored for the time being. The ability to capture vision and the wide field of vision will be the key to Cassia's ability to escape the encirclement. There are only six surgeons here. Their surgical specifications are not complete, and their physical ability data will definitely have some flaws.

Moreover, they don't have inhibitory tubes on their bodies, and their physical condition may be worse than his own who has sixteen inhibitory tubes. There is a chance. Cassia's body was very excited, and the effect of the tranquilizer was like adding new fuel to a flame that was about to go out. Now it was burning vigorously, it was the flame of life.

The person in front pulled out a pistol, which was pure black and one size larger than an ordinary pistol. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at Cassia's head.

"Platinum." The message of judgment flashed through Cassia's mind, and he moved his body away with sloping steps. The bullet flew past his temple, where he could feel a trace of heat from the bullet rubbing against the air.

The remaining five are also very fast, reaching 100 meters in three or four seconds in an explosive burst. They did not use firearms, and fought at close range to target the person who was also the surgeon. Unless their marksmanship was really good or their bodies were restricted to a very small range, they would use the dynamic vision of the cross pupil to capture the shots from the muzzle. It's not difficult to judge the bullet's trajectory by clicking on it. Ordinary people can do this kind of thing very well, but surgeons are even better at this technique.

Cassia turned around and ran away. Several people were in tacit understanding, and now they all pointed their fingers at him.

He could only look for opportunities to pick out lone people and beat them. Although daggers were not his strong point, he was much better at using them than the half-baked surgeons that these smugglers made with money.

One person found an opportunity and rushed behind Cassia. He held a thick tactical knife in his hand, and the blood-letting groove showed its rough yet sophisticated contradictory beauty. The tip of the knife was aimed at Cassia's back vest, and when it was about to fall, an ominous air trembling sound came from the side. His eyes turned away and saw several staggered air trajectories shot from high places. Seal your way back tightly.

He quickly dodged and leaned forward, but the accuracy of his body movement was still a bit poor. A sniper bullet scratched the clothes on his back, leaving a blood mark there. Then when his attention returned to his eyes, the image of the back of his head in his eyes a moment ago turned into a face covered with blood, and a cold dagger was being withdrawn from his own heart.

The muscles in the heart automatically contract rapidly, but they still cannot suppress the powerful force of the high-pressure blood jet.

In less than a second, the pressure in the blood system dropped by a level, and he felt weak all over. If he just lay quietly like this, he might be able to be saved. But Cassia didn't give him a chance. The moment after the knife pulled out his heart, the blade drew an arc and cut his carotid artery. The blood was like a column of steam and smoke, and he lost four minutes in less than half a second. one of the blood.

The battle continued, but he fell to the ground early and died completely after five or six seconds.

Cassia pulled away from there. Although he couldn't hear the gunshots coming from him, he knew that Kara was nearby. The siege of six people opened a hole, and Cassia took the opportunity to run there immediately, dragging the five people to look for opportunities to break through each one. His body could still resist for a while, but his rejection reaction was fully activated, making him as powerful as a surging wave.

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Kara loaded the sniper rifle again. In the scope, Cassia was in very bad condition. Although his speed, strength and sword skills are very good compared to others, his steps are very messy. He has lost his hearing and has almost no balance that should be perfect. Surrounded by the remaining five people, he will die after defeat. It was just a single blow, and it happened in less than a second.

The sniper rifle has been noticed by them, and it will become more difficult to target a person's body with ordinary bullets again. But she only carried ten platinum bullets, plus less than forty ordinary bullets, so the situation was not biased in their favor.

But at this moment, a person broke away from the team and galloped towards her.

The corners of Kara's mouth curled up, and she recognized that person as the surgeon she met by chance at the Floss ground base in the afternoon. Ignoring the young woman who was still some distance away from him, the sniper rifle continued to help Cassia relieve the pressure from a distance.

This is her important ally.