Love, death, and false man

Chapter 18. Singularity

9/21—14:50
The school bell rang.

Fang Yan stubbed out his cigarette and prepared to return to his individual combat chair. Being two or three minutes late didn't matter, but his teaching building, No. 2, was quite far from the performance hall, so he had to arrive early.

But then it suddenly dawned on me that something happened.

"Could you add me to the QQ group?"

Fang Yan turned around, scratching the back of his head somewhat awkwardly, and said to Wang Ying.

"Okay, scan my QR code and add me as a friend. I'll be free during evening self-study. I'll ask the administrator to approve the request. There are too many people joining the group, so we've been limiting the number of people."

Wang Ying had a good relationship with the group's administrators. The man named Roddy had terrifying resources; he could find almost all adult films, anime, and movies in human history. Of course, there were also plenty of gossip-filled selfie shows. It was practically an adult film museum, with historical and cultural significance. Like the Arctic Doomsday Seed Vault, Roddy himself didn't profit from it.

"Thank you, that's really helpful."

Fang Yan added Wang Ying on QQ, looking slightly pleased.

Back in the classroom of Class 2, Grade 11, sitting on the single combat chair, the sky outside the window was extremely gloomy, presenting a low pressure like before a storm. It was only about three o'clock in the afternoon, but it looked like it was about to get dark.

This is a math class.

Fang Yan naturally wouldn't listen. The school was just his office, where he kept a hunting log in a red-covered notebook, sorting and merging intelligence.

The vector loop has already been written in; this is important information.

After recording what happened this afternoon, Fang Yan closed the notebook.

Fang Yan doesn't have many contacts on QQ or WeChat. He only has a few classmates from the first year of high school on QQ, but after they were separated into different classes, they rarely communicate anymore. The only other contacts are the mind control group and the organized harassment group. Dong Ni was also a contact he used to have, but she has completely disappeared.

In other words, Wang Ying is the only one we can chat with right now who has an actual need for the "deer hunting game".

My WeChat account was just opened, and I only have one friend.

That was the bartender he met at a nightclub near Tianyin Bridge in the South District. She had given herself the nickname Aria. Fang Yan was blown away just by looking at her face. She was the kind of person who resembled a celebrity or a McDonald's employee in online memes, not to mention her tall figure. He had imagined her at least sixty times.

However, considering that Fang Yan was still more than half a year away from being eighteen, and that she was only genuinely interested, Aria's flirtatious messages were just a passing fancy, and she had no intention of helping Fang Yan grow in the short term.

Fang Yan felt a little pained. He should have pretended to be nineteen or twenty years old. Maybe he would have succeeded. What was his sex life like?

The end of the paper is so shallow that I know that this matter must be carried out.

Fang Yan took off the two watches he was wearing on his left wrist and put them into his individual combat table. They were no longer needed, as the vulnerability had been fixed.

[Hunter Channel]
How convenient! I dealt with Bai Zhe yesterday, and during the first class this afternoon, I saw a local news report that only said an employee of a large information service company was in a car accident and died unexpectedly.

The Salvation Army's code of conduct naturally includes provisions prohibiting the indiscriminate killing of innocent people, but these provisions have a much lower priority than prohibiting the discussion of the Salvation Army and the unconditional elimination of traitors, placing them in a gray area.

Fang Yan didn't think too much about it, since he didn't have anyone he particularly hated.

After scanning the classroom, the pressure-resistant king, who still only had high-prescription glasses, could not be read. It was said that he was third in the grade during the class placement exam.

If I hadn't taken a summer job and hadn't gone through all that, and had just continued attending classes, would I have been able to get into a good university?

Fang Yan didn't know either. If he had to choose, he would rather not take a summer job. Although he looked very relaxed in the classroom, he actually had one foot in the grave.

Since the Salvation Army's logistics and intelligence departments are able to obtain information on suspicious targets.

Therefore, the Lord of Souls must also have an intelligence department composed of fake people in addition to big data algorithms. If he is exposed without realizing it, he will be preemptively eliminated by the fake people.

It seems we need to be careful. The school should increase the leave period from the original three or four days to four days. Students only need to take two days off per week, and there's one day off that doesn't require taking leave.

As long as you perform well in various tests and exams, ranking in the top 30 of your grade, and occasionally breaking into the top 10, you can invite them whenever you want.

I glanced at the girl sitting to my right. She looked very hardworking. Did she have the scientist's mind, or the near-scientist's mind, that Wang Ying was talking about?
If what this "know-it-all" says is true, then nobody should bother studying, because how many people there are truly exceptional individuals?

Wang Ying… Fang Yan recalled the story he told at the convenience store that day. What a negative senior he was!

When I'm lost in thought.

9/21—14:59
[Latest instructions received from Lieutenant Sylvia Christie.]

A limited-time support mission has been issued to you.

[Remaining time: 4:12:36]

[Support Target: Xia Bing]

[Belongs to: 7th Army Group]

The target is classified personnel; the contact codes have been hidden by the relevant squadrons.

[Completing the mission will reward you with 200 merit points; if you successfully eliminate the traitors, additional merit points will be awarded.]

[Coordinates have been sent to the terminal.] [Please arrive at the coordinates as soon as possible. The target is located within a singularity. This is a small singularity; please prepare accordingly.]

The sudden support mission completely stunned Fang Yan. The lieutenant had said that he would arrange a mission for him to earn merits and become a legend as soon as possible, but this mission seemed to have a very high level of difficulty.

A support mission means that this person is currently unable to handle the problem and needs to find a helper, but this will also get them into trouble.

You might lose your life; disobeying military orders is also considered desertion according to the regulations.

What is a singularity?

[The anomalous spaces created by the misuse of gravitational particle accelerators, leading to the breakdown of causality and the laws of physics, typically retain most of the original physical laws and terrain of their original locations.]

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Fang Yan gasped. It sounded terrifying. Should he go or not? He checked the remaining time and realized he had four hours and ten minutes to deal with this.

The target location is in the southernmost part of the South District, not very close to here, directly below the light rail elevated road.

I looked at the information about the target I was supporting. There was only a name and I knew it belonged to the 7th Army Group, but no other text information. It was probably one of my colleagues. All that was left was a photo, a pixelated image transmitted to the electronic target for the eye. It had the blurriness of an old-fashioned internet era, but I could still make out the specific features.

Lieutenant...

She understands herself too well.

The target of this support is an absolutely stunning, top-tier girl!

loyalty!

I have to start providing support immediately! Experiencing sex before I die. This kind of scenario is bound to succeed, right? It's bound to succeed, right? I won't tell her my age this time, maybe around twenty.

I took off my school uniform jacket and stuffed it into my desk drawer. Although it was a bit cold, I couldn't let the other person know that I was a high school student. I checked the pistol on my waist and the MP5 in my backpack.

I don't care about this or that. I just skipped class.

Fang Yan slung his backpack over his shoulder, said nothing, and strode out of the classroom.

The math teacher and the students were all greatly shocked, and they disappeared as if they had something urgent to attend to.

[Soulfire Intensity: 472 Joules]

Peak intensity: 1330 joules

【Soulfire Trait: 5tH@&z9cNk!ef】

Damn, why did my peak intensity drop by 1 point? That's really weird. I don't really understand how to train to get stronger.

The feature still displays a string of gibberish, but that doesn't matter.

Fang Yan had a scarlet shortcut etched into his mind: Bloodhound.EXE, which could be executed directly.

After leaving the school gate, I was heading towards the subway station.

But there was a young couple arguing by the roadside.

"What do you know? This is called a CG125, the Zaku of motorcycles, a genuine one, it has to be red paint, real men ride this."

"What Zaku? It's just like those motorcycle taxis. Other people's motorcycles are the cool racing ones. I really don't want to ride yours."

"I'm impressed. Anyone who understands how tasteful CG125 is must be the most handsome woman in the world."

While the two were arguing.

Little did they know that the vehicle was about to be requisitioned by the Salvation Army.

"Brother, could you lend me your car for a moment? I'll return it to you here at this time tomorrow."

Fang Yan was very polite; he immediately snatched the car keys from his hand and started the engine.

"If you're not a brother, then who are you, Kiba?"

The car owner, wearing a floral shirt, thought this guy looked a bit like a student.

[You have been redirected to the [Hunter Channel]]

"Please understand my work. I am going to fight for the liberation of all mankind."

After knocking the man down with a single punch, Fang Yan got on his motorcycle and sped away.

Miss Xia, your fiancé is on his way, please hang in there.

(End of this chapter)