Chapter 38 Bash And Reboot

The second day after the end of the assessment, in the third-year tactical infantry professional class, the old professor was talking about "Basic Design Principles of Chemical Energy Firearms".

  In the first two years of the business school, most of the general courses and the practical operation of specific weapons and equipment are set up. In the third grade, different professional theory courses will be offered according to various disciplines. For example, tactical infantry, according to the requirements of the college, must become a qualified designer of individual weapons or protective gear when they graduate.

   On the one hand, it is to cultivate higher-end combat talents, and on the other hand, it is also for the students to have a skill after retiring. Today, when star thieves are rampant, the military industry is the pillar industry of Xinzheng.

   But the old professor's ambitions seem to go beyond textbooks. On the light screen in front of him, a series of complex formulas appeared, and then he circled the key points and said, "I want you to remember that a really good gun is like an extension of a person's own body. We humans have shortcomings. Yes, the same goes for guns. So design is an art of trade-offs and a philosophy. For example, rate of fire and accuracy are a pair of contradictions that can never be reconciled..."

   Someone below whispered: "Chu Jungui, the god of sniper killing machine..."

   "This classmate, please go out." The old professor was expressionless and pointed to the door of the classroom.

  The student was obviously a thorn. He walked out of the classroom with a smile on his face, and made a face before leaving. The voice in the classroom could no longer be suppressed, and many people whispered:

   "He has a new nickname?"

   "Almost 100, right?"

   "Yeah, what kind of snipers, snipers, snipers, snipers... I'm dying of laughter!"

   "This new nickname sounds pretty good."

   "I don't think it's as appropriate as a sniper machine."

   "This is the realm of the Celestial Empire, and the Federation blows it out."

   "By the way, shouldn't this guy be sent to slice first?"

   "People are born with strong genes, which is exactly what the Heavenly Dynasty advocated. Are you the waste of us with stunted genes?"

A student slapped the table angrily, "If it wasn't for him, we would have passed the test! It's good now, all the grades have been surpassed by Class 53. We are on the road to charge, why should those gang only survive? The guy's score is higher than ours?"

   At this moment, a girl raised her head and said, "The rules are like this, so don't complain. I think it might be a good thing that the murderer appears."

   "It's a good thing that we failed the whole class assessment? Hey, don't just look at people and talk nonsense!"

The girls were not kind either. A screen shot the boy who was talking weirdly under the desk, and then said casually: "Just think about it, our Class 54 was originally considered a low performer in the tactical infantry. The academy will eliminate a group of them. Students, we are the first to bear the brunt. But now it is different. In front of Chu Jungui, as long as it is a tactical infantry soldier, no matter how high or low it ranks, it is all dishes! As long as he treats him equally, we will return to the same starting line with other classes, which is equivalent to a lot. a chance."

   Someone had an epiphany: "Yes, everyone failed anyway!"

   Next, someone naturally asked: "How can I make him treat him equally?"

   The girl pointed to the side: "This monitor has the most say."

A group of people gathered next to the squad leader, and the squad leader sighed and said a little heavy: "Speaking of this, it's my fault. If I hadn't talked too much at the time, we wouldn't have been wiped out. In fact, at the last critical moment, I That loud roar still shocked Chu Jungui. It's just that he didn't say the main point first, which caused him to miss out. Judging from his expression at the time, he should also regret it very much."

   "What's the point?" Someone interrupted directly. Everyone is in the same class, who doesn't know the morality of the class leader?

   "Ten thousand lives." It seems that the squad leader has learned a little lesson.

   Everyone suddenly realized and began to discuss.

   The monitor coughed a few times, grabbed the conversation, and said, "This matter is very complicated, and it is about whether we can continue our studies or not. We must be careful. So, I'll just say a few more words..."

  The girl covered the monitor's mouth, pushed him to the back, and said, "Okay, the monitor is done."

   "What do we do now?"

   "Send a bribe?"

  The girl was still capable and said, "I want to send it, but it's not a bribe, it's a guarantee."

   "Margin?"

   "Just buy him to guarantee that he won't release water against other tactical infantry!"

   Everyone had an epiphany and praised it.

  The girl raised her voice and said, "The other classes will definitely want to bribe him, so we have to invest! I propose, raise money!"

   applauded.

   On the podium, the old professor was so angry that his face was ashen, and the screen was almost broken. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, turned up the volume, and roared: "Get out of here!"

   With a hula, the classroom was completely empty in a blink of an eye.

  Part Three of the Logistics Department of the School of Business, located in a huge building covering an area of tens of thousands of square meters and 18 stories high. The logistics, rewards and supplies of the entire participating business school are all under the jurisdiction of this place. Chu Jungui is currently in an office on the third floor, patiently discussing his achievements and bonuses with a staff member.

  Behind the counter, there was a middle-aged man with oil on the top of his head, drooping corners of his mouth, and a face as cold as iron. He looked at Chu Jungui with a pair of eyes with heavy bags under his eyes, with a kind of calmness that the planet collapsed in front of him without changing his color.

   Just by looking at the momentum, he knew that he was ready for a big battle.

  Chu Jungui held the long record sheet with a puzzled look on his face, and said, "All members of Class 54 were killed in battle, so why is it not considered a total annihilation? An additional 10% reward should be added to the total annihilation!"

  The middle-aged teller man pointed to one of the names and said, "This victory does not belong to you, of course it is not a complete annihilation."

  Chu Jungui recalled the information and video after calling out that name, and remembered that he was the team leader who was finally turned over by electricity.

   "This battle team leader was obviously killed by me, why doesn't it belong to me?"

The middle-aged teller man called up the final image, and fixed it on the scene where the battle team leader slapped Chu Jungui on the shoulder, and said, "We have already investigated, and the electricity that stunned him came from a shock bomb. And this shock bomb was his classmate. The shot did not come from you, so the result of the battle should be counted on that student. So the first reason for his death was self-inflicted injury; the second reason was accidental injury."

   The middle-aged teller man looked at Chu Jungui with dead fish-like eyes, his unchanging voice and the oily light above his head combined to form a powerful mixed mental shock, even the experimental subjects were a little overwhelmed.

  Chu Jungui feels that several functional components are going to have bugs, and the speed of information transmission in the nerves has also dropped by two steps.

   Still trying to be patient and rational, he said softly, "I really killed this man."

   "Really not."

"Really are."

   "Really not."

  …

After    sawing several times, Chu Jungui felt that it was necessary to conduct a self-examination on his language function module, as if he could no longer speak.

  Chu Jungui forcibly suppressed the emotional data that was beginning to be disturbed and said, "Okay! Even if I didn't kill him..."

   "No matter, he is not your victory." The middle-aged teller man continued to show his unique stubbornness.

  Chu Jun resigned his fate and no longer bothered, skipping to the next question, pointing to the deduction item, and asked: "What does extra ammunition overrun mean?"

   "The consumption of ammo exceeds the standard."

   "Is it me or the entire Blues squad?"

   "It's you."

  Chu Jungui pointed at himself, and once again felt that the language function module was malfunctioning, and the ability to organize language was greatly reduced. He forced himself to calm down and almost restarted.

   "I killed 96 targets..."

   "95."

   "Okay..." Chu Jungui was on the verge of restarting again, reluctantly picking out logical fields from a bunch of messy data, "Even if there are 95, I only used 147 electric shock bombs in total, is that too much?"

   "First of all, according to statistics, you consume 149 rounds of ammo, not 147 rounds."

   "It must be 147 rounds!" Chu Jungui's memory could not be wrong.

   "149, I can't go wrong."

   "Okay, 149, you continue."

The middle-aged teller man won another game, but he didn't see the joy of victory. He continued to chase after him and said, "So, your ammo consumption is far more than the average. I think it is necessary to deduct the extra ammunition cost to deviate from the number, It will be deducted at the standard of 50 yuan per hair."

   "What is the average of other machine gunners?" Chu Jungui was a little guilty. After all, he used electric shock bombs to dig gophers, and the ammunition consumption was a bit high.

   "22 rounds." The teller man seemed ready.

  Chu Jungui decided to restart.

When    left the third logistics building, a prompt came from the identity chip, showing that the account received 5,317 yuan in cash.

   How much the specific bonus is and how to subdivide it, Chu Jungui has stopped thinking about it, anyway, it is a lot more than the original 1500.

   Contentment is a vocabulary he has just learned.

   But he still wondered why the other blue gunners were using so little ammo.