Chapter 81 You are not wrong
"The so-called Dark Sentinel is the most powerful type of Sentinel. It has a very low probability of appearing and has extreme self-control ability, so it often does not require the assistance of a guide. At most one will appear at the same time, and they can transmit signals to the Sentinel group. . Li Chenjun showed the characteristics of the Dark Sentinel in the mission that year, but he could not control his abilities at all."
After Qiaxi finished speaking, he showed Lu Zhizhi the footage from the surveillance video.
"This was recorded by Feng Heng's body recorder back then."
It took Lu Zhizhi some time to recognize Li Chenjun in the picture, because he had no tattoos at that time, and was covered in wounds and blood on his face.
He seemed to be in agony, the veins in his neck were bulging, and his teeth were about to break.
Immediately afterwards, the sentinels who were originally lying around stood up one by one under Li Chenjun's energy, and threw themselves at the alien beasts with their bodies like zombies, dying one after another.
The entire video lasted only ten seconds, and Lu Zhizhi watched it five or six times.
Qiaxi said: "He was out of control and manipulated his brothers who had fought alongside him, using them as bait to attract the attention of the alien beasts. This is an unforgivable crime. The sentry must not point his gun at his own people. This is Red Line.”
Lu Zhizhi was in a complicated mood and didn't speak for a long time.
Then, she asked a question that Qiaxi couldn't answer.
"Sir, in a similar situation, which one is more important, the living or the dead?"
Lu Zhizhi rarely showed her tough side, but after listening to Qiaxi's entire story, she felt that the world was too harsh on the sentries.
"Only Li Chenjun and Feng Heng were alive at that time. If Li Chenjun hadn't used the ability of Dark Sentinel, they would have died there. I can't figure out what this has to do with betraying his own people? He just wanted to survive, he wanted to live What’s wrong?”
After Lu Zhizhi finished speaking, the office fell into a long silence.
Outside the door, Feng Heng stood in the corridor, and the words inside could be heard clearly.
The pair of gray eyes swayed suddenly due to the last sentence, and finally fell silent.
Feng Heng remembered that after his teacher died, he was seriously injured and fell into a coma in despair. The last memory he had was of Li Chenjun carrying him out of the alien beast's lair.
After so many years, Feng Heng himself couldn't tell whether his continued opposition to him was due to resentment that he killed his teacher, or because of Feng Heng's own self-blame, as if he blamed Li Chenjun for his teacher's death. It can be a little more relaxed.
In the office, Qiaxi rubbed his eyebrows and said to Lu Zhizhi: "This topic is no longer suitable for discussion. Let's get down to business. Before the start of the season, you need to undergo an assessment in the form of a simulated combat."< br>
Qiaxi saw that she obviously hadn't gotten over what happened with Li Chenjun yet, so he flicked her head with his finger.
"Guide, I hope you pay attention to your future. Although you are the only guide that our entire command headquarters holds in the palm of our hands, the enemy will not show mercy to you on the battlefield, so grow up well, little girl."
Lu Zhizhi covered his head and answered, and asked some more details about the assessment.
In fact, the assessment format is very simple. It adopts the form of a competition. The sentries are divided into two groups, AB, to choose maps for confrontation. What Lu Zhizhi needs to do is to independently choose a group to assist the team. To put it bluntly, it is to fulfill the obligation of a guide, and finally compete. At the end, look at the points, the one with more will win.
She originally wanted to paddle, wondering if it would be enough to find a group of sentinels with strong combat effectiveness to match. Who knew that Qiaxi told her before leaving that, for the sake of fairness, the level distribution of the sentinels in both groups AB was evenly distributed at 1:1. That is to say, there is no such thing as all A's or all S's, but a mixture of them.
"I'm still considering the candidate for the leader of Group AB. You can go back and wait for the news."
Lu Zhizhi walked out of the office with concern and saw Feng Heng still waiting at the door. Seeing that she looked like a little bitter gourd, Feng Heng smiled lazily and said, "That's it, the little princess is about to take the duck egg exam."
Lu Zhizhi wrinkled her little nose and glared at him: "We haven't even started yet, why do you underestimate me?"
Feng Heng looked at her, leaned down and said in a low voice: "Has your mental strength recovered since you came back from the last mission?"
Lu Zhizhi choked.
Feng Heng looked like "I knew it" and raised his eyebrows, "Let me show you a clear path."
"What?"
He put his lips close to her ear, and the hot breath from his words made her ear itchy.
"By engraving with me, you can share my spiritual power. Although the sentinel's spiritual power cannot be developed, it is the best nourishment for the guide."
Lu Zhizhi understood what he meant. The principle of engraving was a bit like connecting a water pipe to a faucet. As long as the match was sufficient, she could continuously use the water from the sentry faucet.
She looked up at Feng Heng with some confusion, tilted her head and asked: "Since before, you have always wanted me to imprint you. Why?"
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Feng Heng crossed his arms and crossed his chest, looking indifferent, "Does this need a reason? Does the sentry need a reason to be imprinted by the guide?"
"But you are not that kind of sentinel, Feng Heng. Qiaxi said that you trusted and respected your teacher, so you were willing to let him engrave. You chose me because Li Chenjun wanted to engrave with me, and you didn't want him to succeed, so you kept You do this to me, right?”
Feng Heng was right by what she said, and the casual smile on his face gradually disappeared.
He had to admit that after learning about the relationship between Lu Zhizhi and Li Chenjun, he did have this purpose at the beginning. But for some reason, Feng Heng felt like his heart was stabbed when she said it so bluntly to his face. He felt that his chest was blocked horizontally and vertically by the word 'Lu Zhizhi'.
But he was still arrogant: "So what? Otherwise, do you expect any extra emotional factors?"
After saying that, Feng Heng felt a little flustered for no reason. He immediately looked at her expression and saw that Lu Zhizhi was very calm.
She just looked at him for a while, as if she was really thinking about the feasibility, then nodded and said, "This is better, I will consider it, thank you for your suggestion." After that, she turned around and left.
Feng Heng's lips moved and he wanted to say something, but he froze in front of her uncaring back.
The assessment date is set for next Wednesday.
Lu Zhizhi took the time to return to Lanyin Palace. After dealing with Lu Yuan's detailed inquiries, he turned down two or three invitations from Heffel, and then went to Li Chenjun's apartment.
As soon as the door opened, Lu Zhizhi got into his arms and gave him a tight hug.
Li Chenjun smiled fondly, touched her head and said, "What's wrong?"
Lu Zhizhi raised his face and said to him seriously: "No matter what rules anyone uses to judge you guilty, don't believe it. You are not wrong."