Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

After the order was given, the executive department personnel quickly began to act. The burly man in the lead kicked the door open and was about to rush in, but the next second he slammed on the brakes and stopped. The personnel behind him who were about to follow in reacted quickly and did not bump into him directly.

"What's going on?" Schneider frowned and asked after noticing this scene.

"Blood, blood everywhere, on the walls, ceiling, and floor, everywhere, it seems to have a special shape," the sturdy man retracted his foot. Even a veteran like him couldn't help but frown when he saw the scene in front of him and smelled the strong stench, "I'm worried about destroying the scene."

"To eliminate the safety hazard, the survey team will go in together to collect samples for evidence." Professor Schneider made a decisive decision.

The operators quickly made adjustments and began to act.

"The living room is safe."

“Kitchen safety.”

"Bedrooms are safe..."

"The cellar... Mazefak!"

An angry curse came from the headset, and Professor Schneider clenched his hands instantly, and even subconsciously held his breath.

However, there was no expected gunfire or fighting sounds, but only dead silence.

"...the cellar...should be safe." After a moment, the voice coming from the headset sounded a little low.

"Should?" Professor Schneider frowned.

"There are a lot of dead bodies in the cellar. The blood must have come from these people," the sturdy man looked at the scene in front of him, which was no exaggeration to call it hell on earth. "There are a lot of them."

Chapter 113 War Practice Lesson

Professor Schneider's iron-gray eyes were fixed on the scene in front of him. Beside him were several fully armed operatives wearing gas masks, but the foul smell almost broke through the barrier of the gas masks, causing them to frown from time to time.

The oxygen mask worn by Professor Schneider was airtight, so he could not smell the odor at the scene... but he could imagine it, just because of the hellish scene before him. The two bodies above, which were intact because they had not died for too long, had already been carried out for inspection, so the only ones left below were the bodies that had begun to rot and ferment, green, white and red intertwined together, forming a disgusting scene that was disgusting enough to make people sick.

"Seal this place temporarily, and ask the school construction department to arrange for a large cremation device to come over. Also, we need protective clothing from the research department, and we need to salvage the bodies and count the number of victims." Professor Schneider turned around, "What other findings are there in the room?"

"The blood on the floor was dumped. The sources were different, but the time of formation was almost the same. It is speculated that the murderer stored some of the blood after killing people. The blood on the walls and ceiling was smeared and sprayed, and it may be caused by the slashing of arteries... Based on this, it is inferred that the murderer has an extremely strong tendency to kill and abuse people." An operative reported, "In addition, a slogan of 'Perfect Evolution' was found on the wall."

"What were the results of the examination of the two bodies?" asked Professor Schneider.

"The victims we have found so far are all women, aged between 20 and 30," another operative replied. "Some of their body tissues and internal organs are missing. We have reason to suspect that the murderer may have eaten human tissue. Judging from the fatal injuries they suffered... it seems that they were torn apart from the middle of the abdomen."

"Deadpool." Professor Schneider said coldly, looking at the words "Perfect Evolution" written in red 'dye' on the wall.

"Minister, Norma's facial recognition results are out... The two victims were dancers at an underground bar in Texas. The time of their disappearance and death was very close," a technician operating a computer reported. "The last time the victims appeared under surveillance was with a man. The man's profile has been investigated. He is the owner of this farm. A camera in San Antonio captured his face an hour ago. He still knows how to disguise himself and has self-awareness."

"Prepare for the arrest operation, contact the San Antonio Police Department to prepare to isolate the masses..." Minister Schneider suddenly stopped.

"Minister?" the technician asked carefully.

"Norma, I remember that the war practice class for the second semester of the first grade is about to begin?" Professor Schneider asked suddenly instead of answering him.

"Yes, it's scheduled to start next Monday," Norma replied.

"Please help me apply to the principal to start the war practice class early. The goal is to capture the suspect." Professor Schneider said.

"Okay, the application has been submitted for you," Norma replied.

After he finished speaking, Schneider noticed the attention of the technicians and operations personnel nearby: "Why, do you have any questions?"

"Minister, judging from the murderer's methods of committing crimes, although he has a tendency to become like Deadpool, judging from his actions, he has not completely lost his mind. The murderer is the most dangerous at this time. Isn't it too dangerous to rashly hand it over to the freshmen to handle?" The technician said, "In addition, San Antonio is the second largest city in Texas, and the flow of people is very dense. If we don't handle it properly, we..."

"Nothing is 100% certain. They always need to go through this step. In the past, if the war internship class happened to coincide with the awakening of the dragons, they would also be included in the action. I remember you were one of them back then. Now it's just a little earlier. The target has changed from the revived dragons to a corrupted hybrid." Professor Schneider said.

"But we were assigned to the operation as chores, and the execution department specialists were the main force when the operation was actually carried out," the technician said. "If these freshmen are the main force this time, and in such a densely populated area..."

"Only on a real battlefield can they grow." Professor Schneider said coldly. The technician seemed to be about to say something, but after seeing the terrifying coldness in those iron-gray eyes, he finally chose to shut his mouth and said nothing more, thinking that if the minister went crazy, it would be impossible for the principal to go crazy with him, right?

……

It was another sunny morning. There seemed to be fewer rainy days at Kassel College. Of course, it might also be because it was the hot summer season. Anyway, it had been sunny and scorching these days since Mo Qiuran came to Kassel College.

If we leave aside the artificial rainfall he created yesterday when he scrapped the well in the equipment department, it is like this.

At least now it seems that the guys in the Equipment Department are very generous. They didn't post anything on the Night Watcher forum nor did they go to Mo Qiuran to ask for compensation. Although the cause of the incident was that the head of the Equipment Department boasted about how sturdy the thing was, so Mo Qiuran couldn't be blamed, but he couldn't control what others thought, so he could only imagine in his mind whether they felt that if this incident was exposed, it would easily lead to their own reputation being ruined or being laughed at by the people in the Research Department, so they could only do something bad in secret...

Mo Qiuran was attending a class in the lecture hall at the moment. He and Chu Zihang were approved by the principal to be auditors, so they could attend classes with the first graders.

After trying hard to concentrate for a while, he "accidentally" looked at the sunlight outside the window and thought of those things.

Naturally, he began to think about other places. For example, when he had money, he could finally eat food other than pork elbows and mashed potatoes and sauerkraut. In a place like Kassel College, as long as he had money, there would be no food problem. If he was willing to spend money, there was nothing he couldn't get. For example, for only more than four hundred dollars, he could enjoy truffle bread, fried foie gras with lemon juice, a bottle of champagne, and a whole roast goose for supper. It would only take about twenty minutes for a white-clad waiter to knock on your dormitory door, push a food cart and come in with the supper you ordered, set up the table, spread the tablecloth, arrange the plates and forks, light the candles, and serve with a smile throughout the whole process.

This situation is commonly known as distraction.

When a person is distracted, his body will subconsciously move into the posture that he is most accustomed to and most comfortable with, so Mo Qiuran's body gradually softened and collapsed on the seat like liquid.

Next to him was Chu Zihang, who was sitting upright, holding a pen and writing down in detail every knowledge point that he did not understand what the teacher was saying on the podium. The densely packed notes had already filled up a whole piece of paper. Based on this momentum, Mo Qiuran could conclude that he was on his way to first place again.

In the same row, two or three seats away, a man with long golden hair was sitting there. It was Caesar Gattuso. He didn't study hard, but he didn't slump in his seat like Mo Qiuran... He was playing games on his mobile phone.

A rather strange but understandable phenomenon appeared in the classroom—there were only three of them in a row of seats that could accommodate ten people.

Chapter 114: People from the same family do not enter the same door

This leisurely state is interrupted when the professor on the podium and all the students in the classroom's cell phones vibrate or sound an alert at the same time.

Such an obvious movement was obviously not an ordinary thing. While the students were still in a daze, the professor on the podium took out his mobile phone to check it. After reading it, he immediately became serious: "All first-year students above level B, this semester's war practice class will be moved up, and you must report to the library's general command room immediately!"

When Caesar stood up and was about to leave his seat, he felt someone patting his shoulder, and then a voice that sounded very familiar said: "Hey my dear friend! Can you lend me your phone?"

Caesar was stunned for a moment. I understand the logic, but why are you so familiar and speaking like a translator?

But after a moment of hesitation, he still handed his phone to the person who spoke.

This person was naturally Mo Qiuran. The unusual movement brought him out of his distracted state. His keen sense of smell made him realize that something big might be happening... War practice class, it seemed like he could stretch his muscles just by hearing it!

Dear first-year students:

good luck.

Your friends,

昂热

PS: Stay safe, I hope to see you all come back alive and well. 】

Caesar took the phone that Mo Qiuran handed back to him, and seeing the slightly solemn look on his face, he wondered if he was frightened by the content of the last PS sentence. He didn't know that taking classes at Kassel College would be life-threatening?

Then he saw Mo Qiuran turned his head away. He couldn't see his face, but just by listening to his tone, he could imagine his indignant face saying to Chu Zihang: "You didn't even send this message to the two of us. This is simply naked discrimination. I want to accuse this unfair and unjust behavior! This is simply a lack of education, a corruption of morality, and a loss of humanity!"

Caesar fell into deep thought.

He was wondering how Mo Qiuran had escalated the issue from just a text message to this level.

Is this the strength of his future opponent, the S-level freshman that Kassel Academy has not seen in forty years?

Also, did he overlook that the letter has a first-grader prefix at the beginning?

……

The library's main control room is very large. Although most of the space is occupied by computer cases and screens, the remaining space is more than enough to accommodate more than 30 people from the next grade without appearing crowded.

Due to the special nature of its profession, Kassel College is very different from ordinary universities, one of which is the number of students. The total number of students in the four grades of the entire college is only more than a thousand, with more than two hundred and seventy in the first grade, but in the end there are only thirty-two people standing here.

This is because there are only thirty first-year students with grade B or above, twenty-five at grade B and five at grade A.

Wait, thirty?

Professor Manstein, the head of the Discipline Committee who was in charge of the library's general command room due to Professor Schneider's absence, carefully counted again and confirmed that there were thirty-two.

"Very interesting. I didn't know when there were two more students with B grade or above in the first grade. The principal should be very surprised." Professor Manstein said.

He was a little old man with thin round-framed gold-rimmed glasses and a shiny bald head. His favorite thing to do all day long was to arrest students with a stern face, so few students could laugh when facing him... Besides, what he said was just a joke in his own eyes.

Then a man raised his hand, attracting Professor Manstein's attention. He saw the man's face and was stunned.

As the director of the Discipline Committee, Professor Manstein often lurks in the Night Watchman Forum to monitor whether any students violate school rules and regulations, so he immediately recognized who this familiar face belonged to.

"S-level freshman Mo Qiuran?" Professor Manstein couldn't help but ask, "Why are you here?"

After saying that, he subconsciously wanted to ask another person, and then he saw the person next to Mo Qiuran who also raised his hand.

"A-level freshman Chu Zihang?" Professor Manstein frowned. "You two shouldn't be here. Although one of you is S and the other is A, and you meet the bloodline requirements, this war practice class is taught by freshmen. Your war practice class should be at this time next year!"

"But, Professor Manstein, we have a special permission from the principal to audit the class," Mo Qiuran replied calmly, "The war practice course is also a course, right? When the principal gave us this audit permission, he did not specifically state that this privilege does not apply to the war practice course."

"This is not a joke, Executive Department..." Professor Manstein was about to persuade the two freshmen who seemed unruly to him when the big screen behind him lit up. Professor Schneider, whose most face was covered by a mask, appeared on the screen. The sound of a rusty knife scratching on a steel plate, accompanied by breathing sounds like a broken bellows, came from the speakers.

"Professor Manstein, I heard Norma say that the assembly has been completed, right?"

"Yes, Professor Schneider, but there was an unexpected situation. Two specially recruited freshmen also came here," Professor Manstein looked at him, "They seem to be your students. I hope you can persuade them..."

"Oh, Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang? Then let them come together." Professor Schneider said lightly.

"Professor Schneider!" Professor Manstein was shocked. "This is a war practice class. They are only students who have been enrolled for a few days! Your behavior is undoubtedly..."

"Calm down, Professor Manstein. If I remember correctly, they have special permission from the principal to audit the class. Even as their advisor, I cannot refuse their 'auditing' at will." Professor Schneider interrupted him.

The expression on Professor Manstein's face was as if he had eaten shit... Being blocked twice in a row with the same reason was really disgusting.

Still a mentor and a student!

This is the legendary saying that a family does not enter a house?

"Besides, both of my students have surpassed their seniors in terms of practical combat capability and past performance. Excellent bloodline is not the only reason. The facts speak for themselves." Professor Schneider took the opportunity to finish off the team and chopped down all the first-year students present.

"Okay, let's get started." Professor Schneider nodded with satisfaction when he saw that everyone had quieted down.

Chapter 115: Suspect George Wick

"Hello everyone, I'm Brown, the executive department specialist, and I'm responsible for introducing this mission to you all," said a man with brown hair and black eyes. Professor Schneider's physical condition meant that he couldn't complete the mission description. "Just to ask in advance, is there anyone who is planning to lose weight in the near future?"

"Is it okay to gain weight?" Mo Qiuran raised his hand.

"Of course you can, as long as your mental quality is 'good' enough, S-level Mo Qiuran." After slightly emphasizing the word "good", the image of Commissioner Brown shrank into a corner on the big screen, and a photo was shown.

Everyone in the command room suddenly became serious.

It was a photo taken from a top-down angle. The pale skeleton was soaked in green corpse oil, and the flesh and skin that had rotted and fermented to the point where their original appearance was completely unrecognizable were barely covering it, revealing some fascia with some maggots swimming on it.

Disgusting, can't think of anything else.

Even Mo Qiuran did not say a word at this time. His eccentric personality did not mean that he was inhumane and a moron. The scene of such a hell on earth challenged the nerves of everyone present. They even held their breath at the same time, as if the stench visible to the naked eye penetrated the screen and penetrated into their noses.

"This is what we saw when we found the scene. You can't see it now. The college has salvaged all the bodies here and cremated them after verifying the situation." Commissioner Brown switched the photo to a large furnace set up in the open space outside the farm hut. This machine is generally used to melt steel or various metals. "Because most of the bodies are shapeless and scattered, the original crematorium can only use this equipment."

The picture continued to switch, and it was a picture of a pile of bones spread out on the ground. Commissioner Brown continued to introduce, "After identifying all the bones and judging the traces, we found that all the victims were female and the bones of the victims were damaged to varying degrees. The wound marks did not match the marks of most tools. At the same time, the fatal injuries of the first two bodies found were abdominal lacerations and some organs were missing. Judging from the tools that the suspect had access to, we confirmed that the suspect should be in the process of degenerating into a deadpool. He still retained his sanity but had the instinct to devour human flesh and blood."

"Has the suspect's identity been confirmed?" Caesar raised his hand and asked.

"Yes, after deduction, we have determined the identity of the suspect," Commissioner Brown nodded and replied, switching to the next photo, which showed a white-skinned young man with messy brown-black hair. He looked very nervous and held the professional camera tightly in his hand. "This is not the suspect, but the person who reported the case. His name is Als Klin Darwin. He is a traveler and part-time photographer. His works have even won international competitions. In order to find inspiration, he started a self-driving tour across the United States. During the trip, he wanted to find some water at this farm, but no one responded. So out of curiosity, he wanted to see what was going on inside through the window."

The scene on the screen was switched to another picture. The farm house with obvious American characteristics was covered with horrific bloodstains. A slogan "Perfect Evolution" nailed to the wall was particularly conspicuous.

"Fortunately, the suspect had completely abandoned the hut before he arrived, and fortunately, the picture he took happened to capture the slogan intact," said Commissioner Brown. "After he reported the case, the photos were uploaded to the police system and then identified by Norma. The word [perfect evolution] had been included in Norma's search keywords, so it attracted the attention of the Executive Department. In the Executive Department's operation in Chicago a few days ago, we targeted this organization. However, if it hadn't been for the unexpected reinforcement, the Commissioner of the Executive Department and the ordinary people might have suffered heavy losses under the massacre of the pure-blooded dragon. Please allow me to express my sincere gratitude and respect to Junior Brothers Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang."

"Ahem... a small problem, a small problem!" Mo Qiuran waved his hand to indicate that he no longer cared about those false names. "Let's continue to talk about this organization."

"Okay," Commissioner Brown nodded, "Official hybrid organizations from all over the world will unite to share some intelligence. After this incident, we accidentally discovered that about half a month ago, a hybrid degeneration case occurred at the border between China and Thailand. The keywords of the case also involved the word [perfect evolution], as well as a drug that is suspected to be able to induce hybrids to degenerate into Deadpool.

Based on various intelligence, we speculate that [Perfect Evolution] may be an organization whose purpose is to develop drugs that can enhance the bloodline of hybrids and use humans and hybrids for experiments. They are not afraid to expose the existence of hybrids to the public, and even use pure-blooded dragons for experiments. Therefore, [Perfect Evolution] has been included in the list of high-risk illegal hybrid organizations. "

Upon hearing this, Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang looked at each other. What Commissioner Brown said was basically the same as what they had deduced that day!

Mo Qiuran's eyes became profound, as if he was sighing that there was indeed no shortage of smart people in this world.

"The reason I said so much is that I hope everyone can realize that this is an extremely dangerous mission. In fact, at the beginning, Professor Schneider applied for all first-year students to fully participate in this mission, but after review, the principal believed that the risk of being involved in this extremely dangerous organization might be very high. So after discussion, it was changed to only students above level B to participate." Commissioner Brown said.

“I believe that all of you are the chosen ones of heaven. Those who can come to the academy are the chosen ones of heaven. I can understand your pride, because I had the same pride when I first entered the academy. So I will not try to provoke you or ridicule you. We are all smart people and should be able to distinguish the truth from lies.

During this mission, please remember that you are facing a highly intelligent hybrid who could be corrupted at any time but has not yet fallen. Our forensic doctors have concluded that this killing has been going on for at least a year, which is why the previous scene of hell on earth was created. "

Commissioner Brown paused and said, "Okay, let me explain the information we have about the suspect."

The picture turned on, and a man with a melancholy look and a timid temperament appeared on the screen.

"George Wick, 23 years old, an orphan since childhood, eccentric and not good at talking to others. He was adopted and raised by a farmer. The farmer died when he was 18 years old. He inherited the farm and has maintained it ever since."

"Because he lives in a remote area, we can only find some information from electronic surveillance." Commissioner Brown played some photos on the screen, all of which were photos of George Wick and different women. "After investigation, we found that these women were dancers in underground hotels in nearby cities. It is precisely because of this that these missing cases have never been discovered before, and these women have never appeared since then. Based on this, we infer that these women are very likely the victims."

"This smile seems to be somewhat inconsistent with his introverted personality." Mo Qiuran said, pointing at George Wick's bright smile in the photo.

"This abnormality is one of the factors that helps us speculate that he has awakened his bloodline and has become corrupted." Commissioner Brown said, "When a weak person suddenly gains powerful strength, it is easier for him to lose control of himself and become corrupted.