That afternoon, all the students participating in the mission gathered in the square, standing in separate areas by class.
The students carried combat packs half their height on their backs and gripped their weapons, their faces brimming with excitement.
It seemed less like a mission and more like an outdoor camping trip where they could sightsee and have fun.
Among the crowd, one person's equipment was particularly eye-catching.
He carried a combat pack over his left shoulder and a black, elongated iron case over two meters tall over his right, with a war blade hanging at his waist. He was loaded down from head to toe.
"What's he carrying?"
"Looks like a gun case."
"A gun? Do psionic users still use guns?"
The Special Operations Department students murmured among themselves. Even the Command Department next door noticed the commotion, turning their gazes this way as though they were watching something hilarious.
Hearing the Command Department's laughter, Xiang Dongyang looked helplessly at Qin Tian.
The Command Department and the Special Operations Department had never gotten along.
The Command Department believed that the Special Operations Department students were all good-for-nothing rich second-generation kids who could only enter the academy by paying money.
Meanwhile, the Special Operations Department believed that the Command Department always carried an inexplicable sense of superiority, as if every department besides their own was trash. They especially looked down on the Special Operations Department, treating them as worse than even ordinary students.
Because of this, conflicts often broke out between the Command Department and the Special Operations Department, but the latter usually ended up at a disadvantage.
This mission should have been another invisible contest to see who could find the wanted suspects first, yet before the mission had even begun, the Command Department had already gotten a laugh