The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Xu Feng raised his hand in return, nodded slightly, and spoke in a calm and earnest tone:

"Comrade Sun Qiang, you've worked hard. You've arrived at just the right time. The remaining enemy forces on the battlefield are no longer able to resist, and the remaining prisoners will be handed over to you."

"Okay!" Sun Qiang replied.

Hongxia's figure landed gracefully like a butterfly's wings, bringing with it a light breeze carrying a fishy smell as she landed beside Xu Feng.

Sometime later, she had changed into a red and black gothic dress that accentuated her slender waistline, with undried bloodstains still visible on the hem.

This made her fair face appear even more beautiful, but the surging joy in her eyes betrayed her excitement that she hadn't quite had enough of killing.

She flicked her wrist, a faint, eerie aura swirling around her fingertips, and licked her pink lips. The wanton slaughter she had just intensified her level to level five.

At this moment, Hongxia's base attributes are as high as four points, and the cooldown of her passive movement has been shortened to six seconds, with a range of six hundred meters.

The duration of the transformation has increased to five hours, and the attributes in this state are as high as ten points. The cooldown has become 0.6 seconds, the range is six kilometers, and it can even teleport people.

He looked at Sun Qiang in front of him and said:

"Comrade Sun Qiang, I'm leaving the follow-up work on the battlefield to you. I need to go and meet up with Song Ze. The data must be accurate."

Before he could finish speaking and before Sun Qiang could respond, Xu Feng's figure had already shot out.

It moved so fast that it became a blurry afterimage, and the swirling air it created caused the armored vehicle next to it to tremble slightly.

Sun Qiang felt a blur before his eyes, and the person who was standing in the same spot was now just a silhouette. He was too stunned to react and reply.

"Wait for me!"

Hongxia's clear voice rang out, and the next second her figure suddenly flashed, catching up with Xu Feng like a ghost. Her snow-white jade arm wrapped around his neck from behind.

She clung to Xu Feng's back, her red and black dress billowing in the wind, her long hair brushing against his ears, looking exactly like a clingy little ghost being carried along by him.

"Why are you walking so fast, brother?" She pressed her cheek against Xu Feng's back, her voice sweet and cloying, with a hint of grievance as she tentatively asked, "Do you not like Hong Xia following you, or do you not like my new clothes?"

The soft, delicate touch of the girl's arm was clearly felt, and a faint smell of blood mixed with a sweet fragrance lingered in her hair, but Xu Feng was not distracted in the slightest.

His mind was now completely focused on the safety of that batch of documents, and he only wanted to get to Song Ze's side as soon as possible to ensure that the escort mission would go smoothly.

How could mere beauty possibly sway his mind? Of course, if there were delicious food involved, that would be a different story.

Xu Feng swiftly adjusted his posture, making sure Hong Xia was hanging more securely, and without slowing down, he ran headlong along the outside of the guardrail of the Yanjing Expressway.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the little kite on his back kept chattering away, saying things that tugged at his heartstrings.

Xu Feng ignored him, his eyes fixed only on the ever-extending road ahead.

Meanwhile, on the highway, Song Ze was tightly clutching the document box in his arms.

He sat in the back seat of the armored vehicle, his eyes frequently glancing out the window, his heart filled with worry.

I wonder how Comrade Xu Feng is doing now. Facing the encirclement and suppression of thousands of terrorists, it's probably difficult for him to survive!

Song Ze, Song Ze, what are you thinking about!

As long as these valuable documents can be delivered safely, no sacrifice is too great to be made!

Just as Song Ze was feeling uneasy, a clear broadcast suddenly came from the car radio:

"Urgent communication! The Bloody Gentleman is moving towards the Sharp Knife convoy. The convoy is requested to prepare to intercept him immediately!"

"What?! Comrade Xu Feng is still alive?!" Song Ze suddenly jumped up from his seat, his head hitting the roof of the car. Ignoring the pain, his face instantly lit up with uncontrollable joy, and his eyes shone brightly.

His fingers, gripping the document box, trembled slightly as he quickly calculated in his mind:

Could it be that the main force dispatched by the command arrived ahead of time and rescued him from the enemy's encirclement?

But this speed is too fast...

Before he could think it through, a yellow light came from inside the armored vehicle, and two figures appeared out of thin air, landing in the back seat of the vehicle with a "whoosh".

A strong stench of blood, mixed with a faint eeriness, wafted over, instantly filling the entire carriage and causing the soldiers present to instinctively tense up.

Upon closer inspection, Song Ze noticed that Xu Feng's black suit was stained with dark red blood, but his bow tie remained neat, and his face was spotless.

He showed no sign of being disheveled at all; he remained as elegant and composed as ever, like a gentleman.

Hongxia landed easily on the car seat behind him, the hem of her red and black dress sweeping across the seat.

The girl smiled, her eyes crinkling, looking strangely beautiful, her delicate, porcelain-like face showing no sign of fatigue.

"Comrade Xu Feng!" Song Ze could no longer contain himself. He shoved the document box into the hands of the soldier beside him, strode forward, and gave Xu Feng a firm hug.

He patted Xu Feng's blood-stained back, his voice choked with sobs:

"I'm so glad you're alright! I thought you were already..."

As he finished speaking, his nose tingled with emotion, and he was overcome with joy and tears welled up in his eyes.

All the worries, anxieties, and even despair I felt on the way here transformed into a deep sense of camaraderie the moment I saw Xu Feng safe and sound.

This caused even the usually composed cadre to lose his composure.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Song Ze released his hand, wiped his eyes, smiled somewhat embarrassedly, and his tone was full of urgency:

"Comrade Xu Feng, how on earth did you survive the encirclement of thousands of enemies? It's simply a miracle!"

Xu Feng raised his hand and gently patted his shoulder, his face still bearing that elegant and composed demeanor, a faint smile playing on his lips, his tone as calm as if he were stating something utterly ordinary:

"It's simple, I'll just slaughter them all!"

"Exactly!" Hongxia immediately chimed in, hands on her hips, her tone full of boasting. "Brother Xu Feng is amazing! Those bullets couldn't even hurt him. He was like a runaway truck, slaughtering those enemies until they were crying for their mothers!"

As she spoke, she excitedly waved her pink little fist, which made Song Ze chuckle.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers in the carriage couldn't help but gasp, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Xu Feng.

One person broke through an encirclement of thousands?

This is practically a god of war descending to earth!

It can't be faked now, it can't be faked anymore.

The news that Comrade Xu Feng is the escaped BOSS of the Pseudo-Human Academy has been confirmed!