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Waste does not dare to claim to be the person who is most familiar with <Black Iron Wings>, after all, he is only a second lieutenant now, and there are probably no more than three people who can know its true face like this kind of war fortress, according to the map recorded on the goggles It looks complicated and detailed, but people who have received relevant training can see those inconspicuous blurs and blanks.

Although he can guess what some places do, but guesses are just guesses.

But some places he is really familiar with.

On the seventh day after entering the game, he left the novice training camp in the orbital circle. On the eighth day, he met the wild lion mercenary group by accident at the entrance and exit of the military's secluded floating city. During the 51 days, what he did was to repeat [Normal: Wings of Black Iron - Patrol] This task cannot be told whether it is a patrol or a sightseeing task.

Therefore, he can also be sure that the strange corner that protrudes between the middle city and the lower city over there is not something that appeared there in the first place.

Sitting on the mechanical chair, the waste involuntarily raised his body to observe more carefully.

The Trojan horse also turned his gaze to that direction just like him. As he was only in <Black Iron Wings> for the second time, he didn't know what he was wasting his time looking at, but he found the right target without any effort.

It's not a tacit understanding or something, but the intuition of the Trojan horse as a technical soldier.

The shape of <Black Iron Wings> is close to U-shaped, thinner in the middle, larger and wider at both ends, it looks like a small bird with huge wings that do not match its body, but due to the The black feather is not a soft protein tissue but a sharp sword made of steel, so everyone who has seen it will not think that the deformed appearance of this little bird is funny, and the only impression left is only the word hideous .

From the perspective of a senior mechanic, the city possesses a heavy, violent charm.

Every penny and penny is created to interpret the word war.

And that protruding weird horn just destroys the catharsis of force and the harmony of the whole, so that people who know how to do it can't help but stare at it in order to get rid of it quickly.

"That thing..." Wasting didn't take any courses on mechanical mechanics, etc., and felt strange just because he had never seen that strange horn before. When he came back to his senses, he found that the Trojan horse was watching closely, and was about to ask, when he remembered something A white-haired bird that he hates, a shy young man, and a Trojan horse seem to be ignoring him now.

But the waste only paused for a second, as if it wasn't him who teased someone before, and continued to say "... what is it?"

"Red Garnet didn't tell me..." Trojan horse stood behind the mechanical chair "...this time she was the one who led the 80 imperial guards, and he definitely knew about it."

"Oh, know what?" Wasted asked.

"Why did I tell you?" Trojan replied in a tone that was not an interrogative sentence.

Ah, wasteful thinking, this guy seems really angry.

However, the ability to resist the temptation of beauty belongs to the category of life experience, and waste feels that it is better to master this skill by oneself.

What's more, although Wasted doesn't understand machinery, he has an intuition that belongs to a weapon of war.

He guessed what that thing was from another side.

"Defense satellite?" Wasting this interrogative also didn't have much questioning tone, and he didn't get affirmation from Trojan. He continued to speculate, "This is the gang resident of Dingwangtai? You came because of it?"

He didn't need the affirmation of the Trojan horse to confirm that "it seems to be."

The wooden horse finally glanced at him and sighed.

"Don't be like this," Wasted said with a smile, "You are still young, and you will have time to eat meat in the future."

Trojan horse: "Can we not talk about this topic?"

The transport plane was getting closer and closer to the strange corner, and both of them could see the technicians in protective suits climbing up and down inside to assemble things.

If these mechanics are all raised by the Dingwangtai guild, this guild is already far ahead of other guilds in <Black Iron Wings> that Waste knows about in terms of technical support.

"What you said earlier... mean that human beings don't need to awaken their spiritual bodies?" Trojan horse finally got out of the vortex of all kinds of strange emotions, putting aside the embarrassment.

"At least, I don't see any need for it at the moment." Wasted replied, "The development of science and technology can already meet all human needs, even if it can't be met now, it can be satisfied in the future, and at this time, going another route is... ...very ill-advised."

"How to say?" Trojan Horse didn't think about these aspects too much, and he was very interested in hearing such an answer as Wasted.

"Hundreds of years ago, many countries did not allow citizens to own firearms, because it would destroy social stability, and I have the same reason now. The development of modern high-tech weapons can judge the target by itself, imagine using weapons to hurt people for no reason hundreds of years ago. Another person is impossible, once the wrong target is selected, neither bullets nor energy beams can be emitted from the gun, so even a newborn child can get a light gun as a birth gift. But you and I are awakened now But different."

Waste took out a plastic bottle of water from his pocket and took a sip to moisten his throat. He hasn't said so many words for a long time. The awakened, the awakened but not good enough, the capable and the most powerful...is different from our existing social class and social division of labor."

"Unrest." Trojan horse also realized.

Waste nods "turmoil."

The two fell silent for a while.

more than ten minutes

"So people in the government shouldn't be so stupid." Trojan horse said again.

"This is the truth that you and I should look for. Anyway, so many murders can be concealed, so there will definitely be government support." Wasted said, "But there is one person who should know."

Both of them knew who this person was.

"The Headless Grand Duchess is a level 75 dungeon. If it's just you and me going, you have to practice at least level [-]."

"For a legendary copy, level 75 is enough? By the way, add one more person."

"Who?" Trojan was surprised, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason.

"The supernatural being of the Thunder element system is said to be famous."

"So who is it?"

"Well...he was called Yan Mo Li Xing in the last game."

The transport plane got on the track and slid back to the entrance. Unlike before they left, there were people at the entrance.

The black leather uniform of the inspection team, with a gold feather pinned to the chest.

Waste and Trojan saw him as soon as they got off the plane. Judging from the epaulets, he was a second lieutenant.

The search for the Trojan horse has come to an end. Although it is not reconciled, the inspection team has to admit that the prey that was originally obtained has escaped the hunting net.

So Waste and Trojan didn't pay much attention to the second lieutenant of the inspection team after they got off the plane. Not to mention that Waste didn't show his trace when saving people, and Trojan also used Waste's camouflage technology to change his face before getting off the plane.

The pale skin turned light brown, the rolling eyes turned blue, even the long curly hair was wasted looking for a rope to tie a ponytail for Gao Gao, and lent out his goggles .

The second lieutenant didn't recognize them at all. He roughly checked the identity certificates of the two people and drove them away with a vicious voice.

So the two of them left obediently.

Leaving from the regular route instead of the previous route, wasting the Trojan horse to the gate of the military headquarters in Midtown, and pulling back his goggles unceremoniously.

After finally finding one that suits my heart, is it possible to give it away?

Turn around and walk away.

The wooden horse stood behind him and watched the black-haired adventurer go away, another question popped up in his mind.

He asked out loud, "Are you a student of Mingtang University?"

Wasted turned his head as he expected, and looked at him with raised eyebrows, "What, you want to find out my real identity?"

"You seem to know much more about me than I know about you." The wooden horse sighed—he was really quick to return to this funny look, "but I don't know your information."

"Haha," Wasted laughed, "Then go find it, junior, do you want me to help you steal the roster of students within 200 years? As far as I know, well, gossip posts on the Internet are still very useful. "

The wooden horse suddenly became high-spirited, "Is there a time limit?"

"Before the matter is resolved." Wasted made a forward gesture towards him, and sometimes Yin Shen cheered him on, then turned and walked back to the military headquarters.

The Trojan horse's original high spirits were hit for some reason.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?

Waste is not so tangled.

He used his real face in the game, but many of his information as an S-class interstellar voyage adventurer were kept confidential, and even after retiring, only a small part of him was released.

As for those who knew him in the past, he was sure that those people would not dare to put his images and materials on the virtual domain network.

Before meeting the group of colleagues who are getting older and younger, waste is indeed an iceberg dead face that can stop crying at night.The reason why he turned into the soldier ruffian he is now is due to the group of other S-class interstellar voyage adventurers over [-] years old who are both mentors and friends to waste.

His previous image was probably the one that would scare anyone who dared to invade his privacy to tears.

(Although it has not been posted on the Internet, some photos that are wasteful and unknown are indeed stored in many people's hard drives.)

As for how to give the Trojan horse the kind of gestures that only trained people will understand, unlike waste that hides one's energy, a few traces between the Trojan horse's actions will still reveal something.

But Wasted didn't expect the Trojan horse to be his junior.

Although his skills are good, there is still a big gap from the top. He must not be studying in a department dedicated to combat, nor can he be a special agent, interrogation, medical, or any other technical soldier.

What is the guilt that arises from such a thought?

Waste silence.

The task he accepted as a military monitor to go to the Dingwangtai garrison was to gather at 03:30 in the afternoon and run wildly with the Trojan horse. He has not had lunch yet, so he is hungry and full, and he uses the kind of method that meets any officer. Going to the cafeteria with a limp and boneless posture that will be scolded.

The game is too real, and so is the hunger.

At the moment when I walked to the waste in the cafeteria, I felt that I could eat a whole cow.

Of course, this is an illusion.

The man who thinks he is not young is actually a young man, so he ordered a large plate of fried rice and a piece of ham bread.

Well, it's a combination of Chinese and Western food.

He first squeezed the fluffy bread into small pieces, and then ate a few mouthfuls to fill his aching and convulsing stomach, and then picked up the spoon to slowly finish the fried rice on the plate.

These foods all come from the manor in the upper city of <Black Iron Wings>, and a large part of the income of the Jinyiwei Mercenary Corps comes from this. If it weren't for the free canteen of the military headquarters, it would not be wasteful to spend money to buy these.

In comparison, meat is really much cheaper.

Tender bean sprouts, diced carrots, diced mushrooms, minced pickles for seasoning, big slices of sausage.It has been a long time since the waste in reality has rewarded my stomach and tongue at the same time.

It was at this time that he met his boss, Major Phoebes, on this mission.

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