pjbooks Chapter 277 The Mysterious Array Master Qin Wuyi
Chapter 277 The Mysterious Array Master Qin Wuyi
The training grounds at Longwei Base are located in Zone C.
It's open-air, about half the size of a football field, and surrounded by three-meter-high shock-absorbing and sound-insulating panels on all four sides.
Lu Yan was awakened by the noise.
It wasn't an explosion.
It's a dense, rhythmic "slap slap".
The sound of metal being cut was continuous, like someone cutting a steel plate with a high-pressure water jet.
He glanced at the terminal. 5:40 AM.
He put on his combat boots, didn't change into his formal uniform, and just threw on a gray training T-shirt before heading out.
Area C is not far from B4; it's just two turns away.
The soundproofing panels blocked most of the sound, but the blue-white arc light leaking out from the gaps in the panels flickered.
Lu Yan went around to the east entrance of the training ground.
The entrance was unlocked.
He stood by the doorway but didn't go in.
In the center of the training field, a young man wearing a faded denim jacket was squatting on the ground fiddling with something.
thin.
She looks even thinner than in the file photo.
Her short hair stood on end, with a tuft of hair sticking up at the back of her head. The sleeves of her denim jacket were rolled up to the middle of her forearms, revealing a patch of unevenly tanned skin.
The standard test dummies in the training field, a total of twelve, are arranged in three rows standing twenty meters away.
The alloy skeleton is wrapped in an energy simulation layer, designed to withstand the full force of an A-level awakened being.
Young people stand up.
He held three silver-gray metal discs in his left hand—not much larger than a one-yuan coin, with fine grooves along the edges.
My right hand is free.
"go."
He uttered a single word and raised his left hand.
Three metal discs were released from the hand, their trajectories irregular, one high and two low, landing at the three corners of the dummy array.
The moment the disc touched the ground, there was no light effect or energy fluctuation.
It was unusually quiet.
Lu Yan's Void Disc automatically started scanning—the empty structure between the three discs was being rewritten.
one second.
two seconds.
At the third second, the young man brought his right index and middle fingers together and pushed them forward.
"cut."
A net appeared in the air above the training ground.
Visible to the naked eye.
Blue and white energy threads grow from the connection between the three discs, intertwining, spreading, and tightening.
The mesh is cut with millimeter-level precision.
Twelve test dummies, from head to toe, were divided into uniformly sized pieces by an energy net.
The cut is clean and smooth.
There were no signs of melting or thermal deformation.
Pure structural destruction.
The fragments hovered in place for a fraction of a second before collapsing with a crash.
The sound of metal striking the ground was as dense as a sudden downpour.
The young man took out a grayish-white towel and wiped his face.
Then he bent down and picked up the three metal discs that had fallen to the ground.
The movements were very casual.
It felt like I had just finished a physically demanding job.
Lu Yan walked in through the door frame.
He didn't deliberately lighten his steps; his combat boots creaked as they stepped on the scattered metal fragments.
The young man didn't look back.
He wiped the three metal discs clean and stuffed them back into the breast pocket of his denim jacket one by one.
"Qin Wuyi".
Lu Yan stopped five meters behind him.
The young man paused for a moment.
The movements were very small.
He wrung out the towel used for wiping the round pads and draped it around his neck.
He turned around.
Her facial features are not much different from her ID photo, except that she looks younger.
The eyes are not big, but the black pupils make up a large proportion of the pupils, and they look at people with a somewhat blank stare.
"Who are you?"
he asks.
The voice is somewhat hoarse.
The kind of hoarseness you get when you don't drink water in the morning.
"Lu Yan. First Squad."
"oh."
Qin Wuyi nodded.
Just one "Oh".
There was no surprise, no small talk.
He pulled open the bottle of mineral water on the folding table next to him, unscrewed the cap, and poured half a bottle in.
The Adam's apple moves up and down.
After finishing the water, screw the cap back on the bottle and put it back on the table.
Lu Yan pulled a folded document from the side pocket of his training pants, unfolded it, and placed it on the table.
"First squad recruitment application."
The red stamp and serial number on the paper are genuine.
The basic information section is filled out; only my signature is needed.
Qin Wuyi glanced down.
His gaze lingered on the paper for two seconds.
He pulled the towel off his neck and wiped his hands.
look up.
"I'm not going."
Two words.
Clean and efficient.
Lu Yan didn't move.
"reason?"
Qin Wuyi pushed the application form back to Lu Yan with two fingers.
"I'm used to being a carefree person."
He tugged at the collar of his denim jacket, as if he felt hot.
"Your Dragon Guard's rules and regulations, what time to get up and what time to turn off the lights every day, tactical meetings that go on until midnight, and the requirement that orders be carried out without fail—"
He waved his hand.
"I can't take it anymore. Goodbye."
After saying that, he bent down and picked up the tool bag on the table.
The canvas bag made a clanging, metallic sound.
He bypassed Lu Yan and headed towards the east gate of the training ground.
His pace was neither too fast nor too slow.
The soles of their shoes scraped along the debris on the ground, occasionally kicking away a piece of the dummy's alloy skeleton.
Lu Yan stood there, watching the receding figure.
There was a long tear on the back of the denim jacket, patched up with rough stitches.
Morning light streamed in from the top of the soundproofing panels, illuminating the metal debris scattered across the training ground.
The neatly cut square pieces of the mannequin reflected a blinding light.
The smell of burnt food and ozone mingled with the cool morning breeze, filling our nostrils.
Lu Yan looked down at the application form that had been pushed back to him.
There was a damp fingerprint on the paper, left by mineral water.
He folded the watch back and put it back in his side pocket.
A scene flashed through my mind—three years ago, he was standing in Li Jing's office.
He said something similar back then.
What do you mean by "I'm used to working alone"?
What do you mean by "it's pointless to join the system"?
Li Jing's reaction back then was similar to his reaction now—he didn't chase after him, didn't try to persuade him, and didn't try to intimidate him with grand principles.
But after he walked out the door, he said through the wall, "The door is open. You can come back whenever you want."
Lu Yan put his hands in the pockets of his training pants and slowly walked out of the training field.
He stopped when he passed the East Gate.
There's something on the ground.
It was about the size of a palm, half a metal sheet, with its edges charred and curled.
Qin Wuyi took the towel out of her denim jacket pocket just now when she was taking it out.
Lu Yan squatted down.
I didn't pick it up.
Just watching.
That was half a military identification tag.
The standard Dragon Guard formation.
Made of titanium alloy, it can withstand temperatures of over 1,000 degrees Celsius without deforming.
But this half of it was burned like this.
The temperature required to deform a titanium alloy identity badge is at least 3,000 degrees Celsius.
The words on the ID card were mostly distorted by the high temperature, leaving only the last line legible.
A number.
Lu Yan's pupils contracted slightly.
——Xichuan Defense Zone, Fourth Defense Line, Independent Platoon.
yesterday.
The desperate cries for help came through the communicator.
"The fourth line of defense in the Xichuan defense zone has been breached! Repeat, the fourth line of defense has been breached!"
Total annihilation.
Lu Yan straightened up and looked out of the training field.
Qin Wuyi's figure had already turned the corner of the connecting corridor and disappeared from sight.
He looked down and glanced again at the half-burnt identity card on the ground.
The name field at the top only has half a character left.
"Qin".
It's not Qin Wuyi's brand.
The gender field on this thing says "female".
The wind blew in through the gaps in the soundproofing panel, causing the half of the ID card to spin on the ground.
Lu Yan bent down and picked it up.
The edge of the metal was still sharp, leaving a white mark on his index finger.
He put the ID card in his pocket, turned around and left.
All that remained in the training ground were scattered fragments and the application form, still damp, that had been pushed back.
The morning light continued to move westward.
The remains of twelve dummies cast crooked shadows on the ground.
The cut remains clean.
It's excessively clean.