And be more determined about the future.

Lin Nian silently raised his hand to hold his forehead, gently ran his thumb through the hair on his forehead and breathed out quietly.

After being silent for a long time, he nodded, "This is the Lionheart Club, and you are the president. You have the final say. But even if I don't admit defeat, it will be difficult for me to win the hearing. This is not something that can be changed with determination. You are the one who has the final say.

Understand this."

When Chu Zihang saw that Lin Nian had really given up his intention to leave the table and give up his cards, Chu Zihang gradually moved his eyes away and looked in the direction of the school outside the window and said slowly, "Your area of ​​expertise is on the battlefield. If in this world

If there really is "right" and "power", then what you symbolize is absolute "power", but the current stage requires "right". It is a matter of course that you can't do anything about the hearing. That is the area in which school directors are good at

.

They put their hundreds of years of cunning as a bargaining chip on the table, forcing you to put your only knife as a bargaining chip, unable to pull it out as a weapon. If the emperor bets on this game, then he is indeed

A smart enemy, he knows how to confront you at your most vulnerable point every time. You should really be careful with him. Lin Nian, my intuition tells me that he may be someone who is particularly familiar with you, but you have never doubted him.

.〞

"But in this game, except for the knife, I have no other chips." Young Lin said in a low voice, "I am not omnipotent. I can't even teach my junior high school students high math questions. Maybe you are right.

,I have nothing except 'power'."

"No one will be disappointed with you because of this." Chu Zihang said,

"Because no one is omnipotent, this is also the meaning of the existence of the Lion Heart Society. A lion fighting alone will die in obscurity in the corner of the grassland. Only a united lion group can cross the grassland and build a homeland.

No one ever requires you to be omnipotent. There will always be people who are good at things you are not good at, as long as they think you are worthy of help."

"Then do I deserve help?"

"I will give you an answer at the hearing the day after tomorrow.

Case." Chu Zihang said, "If you think there is nothing more you can do, then try to believe. Not believe in miracles, but believe in yourself."

...No wonder Chu Zihang didn't pay too much attention to the problem of his bloodline, because as they said, in this game, it doesn't matter what Lin Nian's bloodline or strength is.

No matter how sharp the knife is in this game, it can only be used as a bargaining chip on the card table, and Lin Nian only has this knife and nothing else - maybe he had it before, and he was always surrounded by people who gave him courage and purpose.

, but that person has already left. When the only knife in his hand cannot decide everything, he will find an escape route for himself in advance to leave the card table so that the situation will not become so ugly.

But Chu Zihang didn't think so, and many people didn't think so. These people stood behind Lin Nian, as numerous as mountains and seas, watching the game silently where he couldn't see. Lin Nian only saw

The knife on his table as a chip was pessimistic, but he didn't see that the people behind him had piled up mountains of chips. The height of those chips exceeded the card table, and the shadow even covered up the chips on the card table.

The faces of gamblers who think they have a chance to win will inevitably get their ugly faces dripping with blood when they fall.

Lin Nian was silent for a long time, stood up from the chair, turned and walked towards the door.

"...I hope so." He said softly.

Chu Zihang watched his back leave and thought silently in his heart, "It must be so."

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At the same time, the central control room.

Those mountains and sea standing behind Lin Nian...maybe they are just a small grave mound, or a stinking ditch?

In short, he should be considered one of these people. At this moment, he is lying leisurely on the command chair in the central control room, with his legs crossed on the expensive walnut table top where the professors on duty usually work at their desks, and he is drinking heavily.

Coke, beside him, empty Coke cans were placed like dominoes, and documents and files as high as mountains were everywhere.

The alchemy cipher machine prints at high speed, making a clear "pop" sound; detouring through secret server units hidden around the world, countless news reports and forum posts are unearthed; a large number of access doors to the Kassel College network are completely opened, and secret codes are opened.

Keys were inserted into the door locks of unknown servers one after another, firewalls one after another were breached and the data inside were forcibly stolen; 3D projection placed all processes in the center to show everyone's progress...

Members of the entire press department in the central control room mobilized to take over the most important audio-visual part of Cassel College on weekdays. According to the instructions of the principal and vice-principal, all doors and exits of the control room were manually blocked. Within the specified time limit,

No one is allowed to come in or out, and even people from the executive department are not allowed to break in without permission.

The frantic vice-principal even installed an infrared-sensitive broadsword mine at the door of the control room. A warning sign on the corridor stairway outside the control room stated that there was a minefield and you must bear your own responsibility. People from the investigation team passed by here countless times.

, of course they knew there was something going on here, but looking at the dense high-tech minefield, they could only sigh and curse the vice principal.

Including Fingel, who now sits in the central control room, is also one of the people who scolded the vice principal, because these high-tech minefields not only stopped the investigation team from probing, but also cut off the escape route for everyone in the Information Department.

.

Fingel believed that he was loyal, and the vice-principal also believed in Fingel, but he did not believe that his horsemen were as loyal as him... so the entire news department was locked in the control room and refused to complete the tasks assigned by the vice-principal.

Indicators, food, drink, and entertainment all have to be here.

If someone wants to escape, they have to consider the value of the minefield jointly laid out by the principal and vice-principal. The two veterans who participated in World War II will not laugh with you about their mine-laying skills. They orthodoxly learned the tricks from the big brother of the former Soviet Union, secret mines,

Booby traps, double trip mines...everything you can think of is available here. It is a microcosm of the history of the development of minefields.

The Information Department now has to be loyal even if they don't want to be loyal. Before their mission is completed, everyone is working hard at their workstations, trying their best to take over all the authority that Norma had when she was down, in order to achieve their astonishing goal.

"Boss, in the 2009 Chicago incident, file number S-CCG-003 was obtained from

Norma dug out the archives and found out that "the S-class used force and chopped off the hands of a group of Chicago gangsters. Their wrists were completely severed. It was a very cruel move."

"Show photos of the scene!" Fingel waved his hand from the command chair.

A lifelike picture appeared on the 3D projection. In a port factory, there were neatly severed hands under the dim yellow light. Blood flowed through the ground. Countless tributaries were intertwined and gathered together like vines, just like an impressionist scene.

oil painting.

Fingel glanced at it and turned his head away. Many brothers in the news department got hairy on their backs after glancing at it from the corner of their eyes. So many severed hands were piled up in one photo. The impact was even greater than that of a simple dead person.

horrible.

"Yes, it is indeed violent. But it doesn't prove anything! But the old rules, what do you think of Group A?" Fingel, who crossed his legs, turned to look at the horse boys sitting on a row of chairs on his left and asked.

Someone in Group A immediately raised their hands and said solemnly, "It is clearly stipulated in the Executive Department that Executive Commissioners should complete their tasks while minimizing casualties as much as possible. As an S-level Commissioner, he has the power of "Snap, this kind of crushing speech."

, he can completely incapacitate these gangsters, instead of ruthlessly cutting off their hands, so we have reason to suspect that the commissioner has serious violent tendencies and bloodlust! "

Before Fingel could say anything, with his hand in hand, someone from another row of chairs shouted, "Objection Ali!"

"People in Group B, don't bring game vocabulary!" Fingel reminded him by tapping an empty Coke can on the table. "Go on, what are the different opinions of Group B?"

The person who raised objections from Group B retorted loudly, his eyes blazing:

"I think the actions of the "S" class were reasonable acts of self-defense and could never be related to violent tendencies and bloodlust! According to the mission summary in the S-CCG-003 file, the text clearly describes what happened at that time

In this case, it was this group of armed gangsters who first pointed their loaded firearms at the commissioner. When the commissioner was threatened, he should use all means to avoid danger, including directly killing the source of the danger!"

"Well, it's a good rebuttal, and it also has a mission summary as a basis. Group C is going to write it down." Fingel nodded and thought it made sense. He directed a girl wearing glasses in the middle of the two rows to write these things down.

The conversation was recorded on a laptop.

"No, please note, spokesperson of Group B, we admit that the rules and regulations of the Executive Department allow our commissioners to fight back unlimitedly in self-defense when their lives are threatened. However, do you really think that the "S" class was under life threat at that time?

"The spokesperson of Group A couldn't bear to show weakness and continued to fight back,

"According to the mission report, during the subsequent battle against the dragons, "S, the class released a sixth or even seventh level 'Snap. Can the speed of the bullet flying be caught in his eyes?

Under this disparity in strength, he still chose to be ruthless, just like you faced a kindergarten baby holding a knife, but still cut off his hand. Doesn't this mean that there is an irresistible problem deep in the heart of the person involved?

Controlled bloodthirsty factors and violent tendencies? "

"Please pay attention to Group A. This is a serious moral kidnapping and substitution of concepts at the 'S" level. The first person holding a gun is not a kindergarten baby, but a powerful gangster. Each of them has at least three lives in his hands.

, please do not weaken the enemy too much and deify it'S "level." The people in Group B turned their heads at high speed and immediately caught the not-so-subtle verbal trap attacks of the people in Group A, and then defeated them. "Besides, in the context of the situation, at that time "S

"He is still a freshman! Even if he has the advantages of blood and speech and spirit, he will still be nervous and make mistakes on the battlefield! Cutting off the enemy's hand just proves that "S-class is fragile.

He believed that he could not fully control his speech spirit and the situation, which led to a lack of sense of security in his heart, and he chose the safest and most extreme method to disarm and resist the enemy.

A 17-year-old freshman who is still underage, do you really expect him to use your so-called optimal solution and risk being shot to disarm a group of armed gangsters? Don’t forget that in the regulations of the Enforcement Department

, the top priority is to ensure the safety of the commissioners themselves! The Executive Department has always been a violent agency, not a ridiculous child care institution!"

The guys in Group B stood up and spoke loudly

Powerful and soul-stirring, Fingel immediately picked up his hands and clapped, "Well said! Group C will write it down and use this formula to deal with it! Although these files are facts that cannot be distorted or changed, if they are collected from different Analyzing it from different angles, we can still get different arguments! We don’t need to distort the facts, we just need to convince the jury. This is one of the few excellent systems in the United States, and those idiots at the hearing will definitely be punished. Can’t find the tooth!”

After praising Team B, Fingel looked at Team A and said seriously, "Team A! Give it a try! Although the idiots in the investigation team are full of fat heads, we still have to pay attention to the enemy tactically! Let's play our part. You are so sharp-tongued in your arguments in the forum! Tell me all the possible attack possibilities! Group B! Protect our fragile and helpless "S"-class babies to the death!

Everyone has seen what my junior brother has done over the years. I don’t need to say more about what we senior brothers should do. Everyone knows in their hearts. I have to catch all the dirty water thrown at him and keep it intact. Throw it back without moving! Keep digging for files! Today I am going to see how many knives the investigation team has to verbally abuse our "S"-class babies!"
Chapter completed!