Chapter 229 Battle Situation
"You, you, what are you doing here? Don't come over here. Can you go back to your place? People other than administrators are not welcome to enter here. Don't, don't force me to come in. The principal complained, and you will..." Someone in the main control room looked at the person who suddenly appeared in the control room like a ghost. He couldn't help shaking, but still held up his back as if to maintain the last bit of his dignity. The other party said that he was not afraid.
Stark glanced at him and took another step closer to the control console.
Seeing that the other party was clearly trying to intervene, Nidel instinctively wanted to stop him, but was stopped by the cold look from the other party. It's too scary... This man...
No, no, he is the chief designer. This is his home court. How can you be so afraid of this man? We need to think of a way to expel people quickly.
"You——"
"This screen...enlarge it and take a look." The man ignored the threat of Denis's fierce inner quarrel and accurately found the one he wanted among hundreds of split screens. Suddenly, he found out vocal channel.
Denis was confused by the other party’s sudden question:?
The other party patiently repeated it again, but had no intention of taking another half step closer to the console. Only then did Denis realize that this person might have just come closer just to find the scene he was looking for more quickly.
Who is this? Isn't this... someone who doesn't look outside and comes to the console to threaten the chief designer? I'm not afraid that he will complain to the school or something.
Hmm, you can tell by looking at the uniform that he must be the boss of the individual combat department. He will definitely complain to the first-year department soon. And what is the commander-in-chief doing? Didn't he send people to guard the area? Why can this person regard it as nothing, as if he is in a deserted place.
But Denis finally gave in. Come on, if he wants to see it, let him see it. These individual soldiers always have problems of one kind or another. As long as you don't break the rules, what's the point of being patient?
Denis watched the opponent's movements like a thief, lest he touch the buttons on the console on a whim. But his worries were probably in vain. As soon as the other party saw the slightly enlarged wide-angle screen in the upper left corner, he focused entirely on the screen without paying any attention to the console.
Denis instantly felt that the cold suffocating feeling that had surrounded him suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before, making him feel relaxed.
He doesn’t remember beatings. Although I feel afraid of this man, I can't help but feel a little curious at the same time. I wonder what the other person is here for? Could it be that he specifically asked to enlarge the screen for him to see?
Denis: ...
Now he finally knows why he was blocked by this person earlier. It was because he poked his precious student.
This man has actually been here just now. Denis recognized him. And because of his miraculous operation at the supply point, he was greeted harshly by the other party.
Denis knew that the other party was here for a certain child from that team, but he was not sure which one. Anyway, it was not the one with the surname Zhou. Now he seems to know who it is.
"Are you Captain Stark of the Eighth Legion?" Denis quickly took his seat and called out the other party's identity accurately.
Stark didn't deny it.
It turns out to be this person. Alas, it was a coincidence that all this fussing ended up involving his colleagues.
Beskar Intermediate College is backed by the Eighth Army Corps. Naturally, most of the teachers in the school come from this Army Corps. Only a few came here to teach for different reasons or special assignments.
Even in such a large legion, there are still factions. Not everyone in the legion can know each other and work together. This depends on their direct superiors. And what happened was such a coincidence that Stark, Nerqi and Denis were all direct superiors, so the three of them were naturally considered true colleagues of the same faction.
It's just that Denis is a civilian, and because he has no formal establishment, he and Stark have almost no chance to meet, so naturally they don't recognize each other's appearance. But he knew that he had a captain officer named Stark who was the first-year class tutor at Beskar Intermediate Academy, and he thought about the information on the top of the list, so he could identify the person correctly.
It seems that his idea of complaining to the principal is going to come to nothing. How dare Denis provoke this person? Besides, we are all our own people, what is it like to kill each other...
"Are you here for this child? Don't worry, her legs should not have any injuries, as long as you don't build on this next Just add more damage, and it will be healed soon." As soon as Denis looked at the other party, he knew what he was evaluating.
Stark's eyes fell silently on Denis, who was laughing dryly. He didn't say anything, until someone started to sweat on his back. He thought to himself... It's really scary. Why is this guy even scarier than the rumors say.
He quickly changed the subject: "This team of little guys are really capable of trouble. They can fix anything they don't have. It's enough just to look at their team... I really swear I won't do it again." It’s just a little trick. I, I just want to train them, so stop staring at me.”
"Hey, hey, have you finished reading? Why don't you watch for a while? In fact, you can..." But the other party was like a gust of wind. He disappeared in a blink of an eye without looking back, giving Denis no chance to get close.
"...It seems that he is simply here to examine his injuries." Denis thought thoughtfully.
The screen in the control room is different from the wide-angle and high-definition video viewing outside. The other party is probably worried and came to the backstage to watch it.
"Isn't this a calculation that I will not complain to him? He is indeed a confidant of that guy. He is really a thief." Denis couldn't help but muttered: "I originally wanted to Remind him to see if he can make it easier. Anyway, the Mace family is also secretly endorsing it. People are running so fast now. Who should I talk to? Forget it, I can only stick to the original design. It’s going on, don’t blame me for being cruel when the time comes.”
He glanced at the four-person team who were still recovering from their injuries, didn’t know what he thought of, smiled, and then restored the screen to the normal state. Original size.
After confirming the status of each contestant, he looked at the total data panel in the lower right corner.
——There are still ten hours and three minutes left before the end of the competition, and there are only 332 contestants left in the military professional competition. There are 51 official teams, 21 temporary teams with varying numbers of players, and 27 scattered contestants.
Topping the list is Jiang Hui from Class 1 of the Combat Individual Department. He has a total personal score of 492 points and currently belongs to the temporary team T186. Ranking second is Alec Hawley of the Combat Individual System, with 342 personal points and a member of the official team R256. The third individual combat soldier is Clarence from the second squad, with 296 personal points and no squad.
These are the top three in the current standings. The situation is very clear, and the result is almost coming, because there are not many contestants left in the arena, and there is not much room left for them to operate.
But Denis would not let the results solidify so easily. This game is only a third of the way through, how could it end so quickly? Doesn't this live up to his reputation as a genius?
The next phase is about to begin.
(End of this chapter)