Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 121: Doris

As the saying goes, things gather people into groups. According to my experience in the student union, if individuals want to integrate into a group, they must first understand the characteristics of the group and show themselves in line with these characteristics. Just as people on a basketball team must be able to play basketball, members of the student union must be good at mobilizing students, and the class leader must have organizational skills. If this is not the case, it will be quickly marginalized and rejected.

　　The organization I am now in is a violent organization. No matter what its ultimate purpose is, it cannot conceal its essence. The people here are agents, soldiers, and killers. No matter what their status is, they are not children's play games. Our work involves taking the lives of others, and this work will take away our lives at any time.

　　In my cognition, there is one rule that is similar to all such violent organizations. Because the individual's intelligence cannot be determined in a short period of time, but the combat power can come in handy in the first time. Therefore, the most violent ones will be given priority. This is the most direct test, and it is also a custom that has been produced over the years.

　　This attack node is the first mission for Fu Jiang and I after joining the Security Bureau. We are not commanders. To join this temporary group, we must demonstrate extraordinary combat capabilities. This is not only a compromise, but also a warning.

　　 warns those who are unpredictable, we are not soft persimmons, we can pinch as we want.

　　Russian fell heavily to the ground, hugging the leg that Fu Jiang had kicked off and hummed, as if swallowing all the pain back into his stomach. He may not be incapable of continuing to fight, maybe it was only a brief moment that was quickly resolved, but as Fu Jiang said, the game is over. The onlookers booed again, whistling, and teasing the Russian who tried to show off but failed.

　　"Soft egg, can it be solved so easily?"

　　 "Get up, don't embarrass men."

　　"It's just a broken leg. You have two more."

　　 "Fuck, don't stand there and talk coldly, give me treatment soon, I'm going to die of pain." The Russian yelled at the gloating fellows.

　　 This is not a life-and-death battle. Even if both sides did not try their best, an experienced Mageweave messenger was kicked and broken by a newcomer. It has been able to prove many things.

　　Tomie squatted down in front of the Russian guy.

　　 "How do you feel?"

　　"It's not bad." The Russian guy's critical teeth, pain made his smile a bit distorted, but there is no loss, anger or shame in him, "You can work harder."

　　 squatted in front of him and admired his embarrassment with relish, then Fu Jiang reached out his hand to express reconciliation.

　　 "You should thank me for not kicking your eggs."

　　 The Russian made a hey laugh and patted Fu Jiang's palm.

　　 "Is there a team? Don't tell me it's Billy, that guy is a lone ranger. My team welcomes people like you."

　　 "My boyfriend is already a third-level magicweave messenger, maybe he will form a team." Fu Jiang said.

　　 "I think an experienced man is better." The Russian man's tone is still ambiguous, it seems that this way of speaking has become his habit, "I welcome you at any time, remember my name-Ballet Bear ."

　　"Ballet Bear?" Fu Jiang had a weird look on his face, he couldn't help but laughed, "It's in line with you."

　　 "Everyone said that." The Ballet Bear was not ashamed at all, but rather contented, and then yelled at the guys who watched the excitement: "Hey, don't linger, my leg is broken! Who will treat me. Dorothy?"

　　 There was a woman upstairs who answered the conversation, it seemed to be the "Doroth".

　　 "I, I don't want to go down...can you come up?" The voice was a little timid, and it felt like a little girl with autistic tendencies.

　　 I’m a little curious. Although voices don’t always represent character, it’s the first time I heard this kind of voice on the frontline battlefield. I always think that the soldiers of the Security Bureau are like AI and Billy, with strong voices, firm will, and full of decisive spirit, and the Security Bureau is also determined to train its members into this type of eloquent combat. But now it seems that it’s not the same thing. Compared with the well-trained Fangou troops, the security bureau’s personal control over members is relatively loose. It is not so much a military operations department as a spy operations department. .

　　 "Have you heard? Ballet Bear, this is the punishment for failure. Climb up quickly." someone cried.

　　 "You bunch of shit!" Ballet Bear scolded fiercely, "Get me down! Dorothy."

　　 "I, I don't want it...I won't go down. Don't scare me, stinky bear."

　　 Hearing her say this, the people around laughed again.

　　 quickly swept.

　　 I returned to Fu Jiang and looked up for Dorothy’s location, but the noise around me stopped as if being pinched by my throat. The silent low pressure lasted for less than three seconds, and a chaotic commotion immediately spread like water waves.

　　 "This is... a super power?"

　　"Level 3 Mageweave Messenger?"

　　 "Class C?"

　　 "Is that a boy?"

　　 "I think so."

　　 Those people whispered to each other, and then someone asked me: "Hey, boy, how old are you?"

　　 "Seventeen years old."

　　 The discussion was amplified again.

　　 "Are you a couple with that lady? What are your names."

　　 "Yes, I am a crow." I helped the ballet bear, and while responding to his gratitude, explained to others: "My girlfriend~IndoMTL.com~you can call her BT."

　　 "You are newcomers, don’t you have a team yet?"

　　 "Yes."

　　The inquiry about me is over here, and they seem to have come to some conclusions.

　　 I asked upstairs, who is Dorothy? A ten-year-old girl beckoned, holding a bear puppet in her hand. I was really taken aback at this moment. I didn't expect it to be a little girl.

　　 I took Fu Jiang’s hand and let the ballet bear support my shoulders. He is tall and strong, and my head just touched his shoulders.

　　 once again used super powers to swift, and in the blink of an eye he came to behind Dorothy. I called her name, and everyone in this corridor turned their heads, with unnatural expressions on their faces. Unlike their seemingly confused state, Dorothy turned her head almost the same time I arrived behind her.

　　 She seemed to be able to see... No, maybe she felt my movement.

　　Here, she is the only one who hasn't been surprised by my quick-grabbing superpower. Unlike the previous impression from her voice, her movements do give people a feeling of cringe, but her eyes are very bright, looking straight at me, serious, serious and firm. This look is very in my memory. Fresh, because there are many such students in the student union of the school—independent, serious, capable, responsible, and precocious. They are not adults, but they are not children. In between, they are like suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. They want to compress their childhood as much as possible all the time, they cannot enjoy and forgive the childish naivety.

　　Yes, unlike me, who join the student union only for convenience and exercise their rights in a coping manner, this kind of person may be closer to the term "honorable student" than I am.