Putting aside this not-so-rational choice for now, Lu Mingfei had no idea what had just happened.
However, seeing how Fingel had pulled him into the teaching building, it must have been something very serious.
"Is it an air raid?" Lu Mingfei looked left and right. "Or a Dragon attack? Do Dragons air raid? Oh right, Dragons can fly, of course!"
He was speaking incoherently, rambling on with a lot of useless things.
At the same time, he also noticed something strange: in the vast campus, from the Kassel College gate to the dormitory building entrance, he hardly saw anyone.
There were only him, Fingel, and Professor Guderian, who had just left.
Even if the summer vacation hadn't ended, it was too unreasonable.
When he was at Shilan High School, he could still see volunteers cleaning the playground or track.
"Hehe." Fingel suddenly let out a snicker. "Junior, let me tell you what day it is today!"
He patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder and pointed to a spot outside the window.
"See those people in red combat uniforms holding M4s? Those are our Student Union members."
Lu Mingfei thought to himself, 'Is the school culture abroad so open? Students can bring guns to school? No wonder they can sing praises of freedom with such education.'
He couldn't speak, only sweeping his gaze along Fingel's moving fingertip.
"Those in black combat uniforms opposite are Lionheart Society members."
Lu Mingfei turned pale with fright. Was he so unlucky that he encountered a conflict between the two major societies of the college right upon enrollment?
He hurriedly asked, "Where are the teachers? Aren't they going to do something?"
Fingel pointed his hand towards the office direction again.
Out of the office rushed a group of serious-faced, earnest people in uniforms, seemingly shouting something loudly, trying to stop them.
But with just one glance, both the red and black sides raised their guns and fired. The uniformed people lay down the moment they rushed out of the office.
How truly free.
Lu Mingfei wiped away non-existent sweat from his face. They even shot at teachers, so a nobody like him would be even more precarious.
The idea of a double kill should be put aside for now; saving his life was more important.
The campus, which had been utterly silent, suddenly turned into a battlefield. People poured out of every building, grouped by the color of their uniforms. Each person carried a weapon, and they mercilessly shot at each other on sight. Many were knocked to the ground the moment they appeared.
Gunshots were deafening. Lu Mingfei almost thought he was on the North African battlefield in World War II.
Seeing Lu Mingfei's panicked expression, Fingel smiled and said, "Mingfei, don't be nervous. The guns aren't loaded with live ammunition, but with anesthetic darts that knock you out on contact."
"This is a unique recreational activity at our school, 'Day of Freedom.' It's just that this year it's leaning a bit more towards real-life CS."
Recreational? Just?
Lu Mingfei couldn't help but wonder what kind of mental asylum he had entered. Was freely using guns and engaging in close-quarters combat also a recreational activity now?
He was completely speechless, only staring wide-eyed at Fingel.
Fingel smiled slightly, revealing his gleaming white front teeth:
"Mingfei, want to make a big score with your senior brother?"
"A big score?"
"An S-rank student taking out the Lionheart Society president and the Student Union president on the first day of school—is that big enough?" Fingel said.
Lu Mingfei hurriedly waved his hand. "Senior brother, for such a head-chopping job, please don't involve me."
Fortunately, the social atmosphere had changed now. A few hundred years ago, even if the emperor didn't hear these words, if the two lords of the Eastern and Western Depots heard them, Lu Mingfei would have been lucky to escape death.
He ducked his head, planning to follow the layout map at the dormitory entrance to find his own dorm and spend the rest of the afternoon there.
Fingel pulled him back with one hand.
"Mingfei, you're an S-rank! Give it a try? It won't hurt to try." He patted his chest and said, "I guarantee, those two will absolutely not hold a grudge against you."
Lu Mingfei thought, 'So you think I can kill those two?'
"At most, you'll get hit by an anesthetic dart and sleep for an afternoon. It's no loss." Fingel continued to persuade him.
Lu Mingfei had a change of heart. Senior Brother Fingel made some sense. Whether he could kill them or not, there was no loss, and if he did kill them, there would be a medium-to-high fortune slip to enjoy.
His heart stirred. "Then let's try? But let's be clear beforehand, I will never make a move on Chu Zihang and them in front of everyone."
Fingel pondered for a moment, his gaze fixed on a high point outside the dormitory building. "That's not difficult to arrange."
One minute later.
Fingel seemed to have contacted a key figure in the Student Union, and he pulled Lu Mingfei and rushed out.
The two deliberately chose small, unguarded corners to sneak through, and surprisingly, they didn't encounter any combat personnel along the way.
Occasionally, they met a few, but considering Fingel's eight years as a senior brother and his position as head of the news department, they were all dealt with.
Lu Mingfei had to re-evaluate his perception of Senior Brother Fingel. Having an elder is like having a treasure.
A senior brother also counts as an elder.
At this moment, he was pressed against the wall, feeling countless trajectories of bullets crisscrossing outside, those touch-and-fall bullets whizzing past him.
Occasionally, he thought about faking an injury and calling it a day.
But the previous two medium-to-high fortune slip experiences had given him unexpectedly exciting experiences, and with the inertia of his thinking, he was actually quite curious what new experience this medium-to-high fortune slip would bring him.
Whether it was secretly going to Kassel without Aunt's knowledge, or publicly stealing Zhao Menghua's thunder, he had actually been secretly delighted for a long time.
"Location! Location! The opponent still has forty-three people remaining!"
"The opponent has twenty-seven people remaining! One sniper could not be located! He has already taken out thirteen of our people! Take him out!"
Both sides roared into their walkie-talkies while continuously firing.
Under Senior Brother Fingel's careful selection, almost no one discovered the narrow passage where Lu Mingfei was, and even bullets rarely entered.
Fingel was currently communicating with someone, he didn't know who.
"This place is absolutely safe, personally tested. No one from the Lionheart Society has discovered this place."
"Truly, I swear on my eight years of experience at Kassel College, no one will know if you come here."
"Excellent firing position, wide field of view, ample cover."
"..."
The massacre-like battle continued outside, with smoke filling the campus, and the lawns and walkways covered with senior brothers and sisters who had fallen asleep.
The equipment used by both sides included, but was not limited to, grenades, grenade launchers, shoulder-fired rockets, etc.
Lu Mingfei sometimes really wanted to turn around and ask Fingel if everything was really okay? Was this really just an exercise?
Flying bullets shattered a row of glass not far from him, stimulating Lu Mingfei's heart rate to 150 beats per minute.
He lay on the ground. The TV said this method could minimize casualties. He hoped that if it was true, he would be fine doing this.
With Fingel's introduction just now, plus his own observations for a while.
Lu Mingfei found that whether it was black or red, both sides, to attack the other's stronghold, had to force their way through the parking lot, where there was insufficient cover and they were completely exposed to the barrage.
Just then, Fingel suddenly lay down beside Lu Mingfei and gave him an OK gesture.
"Someone will be here in a bit. You use this, I'll use this, and we'll disarm her sniper rifle first."
He shoved a suppressed USP into Lu Mingfei's hand.
"Then I'll go distract them for you. You take the opportunity to finish off Chu Zihang and Caesar. I've found your escape route. After you take them out with two shots, go directly to the study to find Professor Guderian."
As Fingel said, two minutes later, someone jumped into the narrow passage.
Faint footsteps came from behind the narrow passage. Lu Mingfei's hand movements paused, and his ears perked up slightly.
"Go!"
Fingel whispered, demonstrating the level of a former A-rank student.
Lu Mingfei, however, froze for a moment before raising his pistol, his actions faster than his thoughts, and shot at...
Chen Motong?
