The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

"The Bloody Gentleman...is alive! He single-handedly slaughtered thousands of terrorists!"

The message from Falcon was like a thunderbolt, making Liu Yunlong's mind buzz. He didn't even notice the tactical pen in his hand falling onto the table and rolling to the staff officer's feet.

The staff officers were already in an uproar, their whispers almost drowning out the hum of the equipment:

"My goodness! This isn't a Chosen One, it's a humanoid Gundam! It can take on thousands at once, it's even more powerful than an entire armored regiment!"

"Even a Chosen One with a score of 2000 probably doesn't possess this level of combat power!"

At this moment, Liu Yunlong spoke up:

"Have the Falcon send back footage; I want to see what's happening on the battlefield!"

After a brief flicker, the electronic screen finally displayed a live feed of the Falcon.

In the scene, terrorists are crying and screaming as they try to escape the battlefield, while countless tiny figures, discarding their weapons and raising their hands, are shouting and fleeing.

He seemed to be shouting in French, "I am French, I surrender!"

Some mercenaries tried to drive away from the battlefield, but a ghostly, lithe figure kept flashing across the battlefield.

Anyone who dares to drive the car will be instantly killed by that constantly shifting and flashing figure.

"What is the Bloody Gentleman trying to do? Does he intend to wipe out all the terrorists?"

Liu Yunlong exclaimed in shock, as a large number of mercenaries on the field had already been killed or wounded.

One of the staff officers, watching the bloodthirsty gentleman moving across the battlefield like the Grim Reaper, was speechless:

"No wonder the information suggests that the Bloodthirsty Gentleman is a fugitive boss from the Pseudo-Human Academy. He's so brutal; he truly deserves the title of boss!"

Armored divisions five or six kilometers away from the battlefield are closing in on this side.

The retreating soldiers saw many tiny figures in the distance, their hands raised, dressed in tattered clothes, rushing towards them.

Judging from their expressions, it was as if they had seen a savior.

Platoon leader Wang Lei glanced through his night-vision binoculars at the foreigners who were running towards them with their hands raised, seemingly shouting something.

"Headquarters calls these people terrorists? And they want us to send an armored division to wipe out these... uh... deserters who have no will to fight?"

Company Commander Sun Qiang, standing to the side, smacked his lips and said:

"These people all seem to be French mercenaries."

Platoon leader Wang Lei looked enlightened:

"Hiss? So they're French mercenaries! That makes no surprise, that makes no surprise."

Company Commander Sun Qiang glanced at the distant horizon where flames soared into the sky.

"I'm starting to wonder what happened up ahead that caused such a huge commotion. It couldn't have been the Bloody Gentleman who single-handedly slaughtered thousands of terrorists, could it?"

Platoon leader Wang Lei sat on the advancing armored vehicle, holding binoculars and muttering:

"I feel it's more likely that there was infighting among the terrorists, and the French mercenaries, true to their tradition, were the first to flee. After all, the idea of ​​one person killing through thousands of terrorists is just too far-fetched."

During the exchange, the fleeing French mercenaries finally arrived, sobbing and speaking in fluent French-accented Chinese:

"We surrender! I demand humanitarian asylum! The Bloody Gentleman is a monster; we simply cannot defeat him."

Sun Qiang and Wang Lei exchanged a glance:

"Old Sun, mercenaries aren't protected by the Geneva Convention, are they? But these people have already laid down their weapons. What do we do?"

"What else can we do? Laying down their weapons means they are no longer a threat, so of course we should give these foreign devils humanitarian asylum."

One of the soldiers leaned close to the armpits of the French mercenary who had his hands raised and sniffed them, a look of shock on his face:

"It turns out the rumor that the French raise their hands quickly and don't have armpit odor is true."

After capturing these foreign devils, the army continued its advance and captured many more foreign mercenaries.

The armored convoy continued to advance, and the closer they got to the battlefield, the stronger the stench of blood became in the air.

When the convoy entered the core battlefield, everyone was speechless with shock at the sight before them.

The ground was littered with discarded weapons and equipment, and there were many human corpses lying on the ground, writhing and howling in pain.

The bullets fired by the mercenaries were perfectly deflected by the ruler and scalpel in the hands of the Bloody Gentleman, sparks flying as they rang out.

With a single, swift movement, defying the laws of physics, the Bloody Gentleman charged directly at the mercenary who had fired the shot. A flash of cold light, and the mercenary collapsed to the ground, reduced to a human stump, howling in agony.

Their killing actions were both elegant and cruel.

Large numbers of mercenaries had lost their will to fight and began to flee.

On the battlefield, there was also a graceful and delicate figure, constantly flashing across the battlefield and reaping lives.

Although the damage caused by Rainbow Summer was far less impactful than that of Bloody Gentleman.

Company Commander Sun Qiang gaped open and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:

"Holy crap! This Bloody Gentleman can actually react to bullets!"

Platoon leader Wang Qiang exclaimed in surprise:

"Holy crap, a reactive bullet, that's so damn cool! I've always dreamed of being this cool."

A soldier, gazing at the elegant gentleman standing in the center of the field, cleaning up the bloodied mercenaries who were still putting up a last-ditch resistance, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise:

"My goodness! I was wondering why the Bloody Gentleman was called the Bloody Gentleman, but now that I've seen this, I understand."

Upon seeing the armored division arrive, the Bloody Gentleman stopped what he was doing and a graceful, gentle smile appeared on his face.

If it weren't for the numerous human stumps lying at his feet, writhing in agony and emitting mournful howls, it would seem as if the recent carnage had nothing to do with him.

Company Commander Sun Qiang was speechless:

"You call this needing our support? If we had arrived any later, we might have only been able to collect the bodies of these terrorists."

Wang Lei was also shocked, and murmured:

"Now I know why Comrade Xu Feng met the Bloody Gentleman. This guy isn't human, he's practically a humanoid Gundam!"

The loudspeakers on the armored vehicle also started blaring at that moment:

"All personnel lay down their weapons immediately! Cease resistance! Accept prisoners!"

Those mercenaries, who had long since lost their will to fight, grasped at the sound like a lifeline and charged towards the armored vehicle like madmen. Some even tumbled and crawled, shouting:

"They're here! The Chinese army is here! We're saved!"

When the mercenaries saw the Chinese army, they all rushed towards the troops as if they had seen their own parents, abandoning their armor and weapons.

I only regret that my parents didn't give me two more legs.

Damn it, the Bloody Gentleman is absolutely terrifying; they never want to face him again in their lives.

Company Commander Sun Qiang strode up to Xu Feng, his military boots making a steady sound on the gravel-strewn battlefield.

He raised his hand and gave a crisp, standard military salute. His gaze beneath the brim of his hat was sharp and resolute, and his voice was loud and clear.

"Comrade Xu Feng! I am Sun Qiang, the company commander of the 742nd Armored Company. I have been ordered by headquarters to lead my troops to provide support!"