Executing the Mission

"Spiritual Penetration, Language of the Gods..."

Han Su glanced at the girl, then slowly withdrew his gaze.

This was the first time he'd heard this theory, but thinking of his right eye and left hand, he felt a faint sense of familiarity.

Everyone else achieved penetration through a single talent, or perhaps through post-training. I, however, accomplished it with a spell given by Song Chushi and the scars left by a monster on my body. So, is this innate or acquired?

He vaguely sensed he had grasped something. Han Su felt as if he had secretly opened another door. He gently squeezed his somewhat numb left hand, stood to the side, and pondered.

Beside them, the instructor watched the time. Seeing that the assessment was over, he immediately signaled the staff to stop the playback and entered the room.

The other trainees in the room had already woken up. They stared blankly at each other, some with confused expressions, some with bleak ones, and some deep in thought, feeling as if they had understood something but weren't quite sure.

Some even thought of the people who had been sent out earlier, bewildered and full of disbelief: "Is this for real or not?"

"The same sound, why did I hear only a jumble of noise, while she could hear two spells from it?"

"Did she cheat?"

"..."

Amidst the commotion, the instructor walked forward, let out a cold snort, and said sarcastically, "It seems you're all just a bunch of untalented individuals."

"Look at her!"

He turned and pointed at Han Su: "She's an A-rank without even taking the assessment!"

Han Su, who was deep in thought, was stunned. You don't have to praise me like this right now...

The instructor then fairly mocked all the trainees present, sighed, and said, "In this project, where it's easiest to get a high score, you didn't gain any advantage at all. Which group you'll be assigned to will depend solely on your future efforts."

Hearing this, those who hadn't performed well in this assessment felt slightly encouraged. But then they heard the instructor say, "Although the subsequent training will be of little use for the assessment."

The trainees were all immensely dejected upon hearing this.

The instructor added, "It's only related to survival."

A group of trainees were getting angry: "You talk too much, trying to show off, right?"

But in reality, the training over the next few days did turn out to be somewhat as the instructor had predicted. The trainees finally moved past the novelty of entering the Disaster Management Bureau and began to experience the feeling of various new pieces of knowledge being crammed into their brains.

Qinggang City's internal structure, terrain, population distribution, key locations, power distribution, policies implemented within and outside the city, and so on.

This even included some combat and firearms theory, as well as related electronic equipment operation.

If the initial phase was described as training, but it only involved participating in two assessments, then this current phase was starting to resemble actual training.

However, it was also very rapid, as if they were eager to stuff this essential information into their heads and then kick them out of the base, leaving them with no time even to memorize the regulations.

But strangely, these useless things were discussed at length, with parts concerning the bizarre, pollution, and the uncanny being delayed, while the existing content, regardless of how well the trainees learned, was no longer linked to evaluations.

It wasn't until six days later that the instructor arrived at the training room and smiled at the trainees, whose expressions were either good or bad, saying, "Congratulations, everyone."

"Now, your training is basically complete. Although the final assessment results are not out yet, you all know in your hearts how you performed."

"Those trainees with high spiritual intuition have already secured bright futures for themselves. Two of them will be directly assigned to the D1 group."

"The third one has also successfully secured a spot in the mental hospital. Perhaps, he will even be sent to the laboratory for a serious research task."

"And you, as ordinary people, will also face the final assessment."

"Of course, you don't need to be discouraged. I told you at the beginning that we wouldn't eliminate anyone. This entire training, or rather, assessment, is just to help you get grouped."

"..."

It was better that he didn't say this. His words made many trainees present feel a sense of despair.

A week ago, they had signed their names on the contract with such excitement. Now, they regretted signing that name just as much.

Many of them knew what they would face upon entering the Disaster Management Bureau, and the social status and extraordinary power they would possess as investigators. However, they were not prepared to be assigned to D5D6.

Of course, there were still many who suppressed their emotions with reason and were calmly considering: "What is the final assessment?"

"..."

"This part is very important. Many of your assessment results will come from this."

At this moment, the instructor clapped his hands. Outside, someone walked in carrying a tray. On it were sealed letters. He motioned for everyone to gather around and said cheerfully:

"Of course, this is also your opportunity."

"Memory and spiritual intuition are innate talents; they cannot be changed or even improved. But the upcoming assessment is where you will have a chance to shine."

"These envelopes contain the mission content you need to execute tonight. Do your best to complete it, but don't feel pressured. Professionals will be watching, so the mission is theoretically risk-free."

"But believe me, this might also be the only risk-free mission you receive at the Disaster Management Bureau."

"..."

"Directly execute the mission?"

Han Su and the other trainees felt a tremor in their hearts. They looked at each other, and then some began to step forward to take an envelope.

When it was Han Su's turn, he casually drew one from the middle. He then opened the envelope and saw the printed mission content on a piece of paper:

[From 10:00 PM to 3:00 AM, guard elevator B3 of Huaguang Building. Please report any observed anomalies in a timely manner and eliminate any humanoid creatures that emerge from the elevator.]

Below that were instructions on where to collect firearms and other information.

"Guard the elevator?"

This mission objective left Han Su feeling utterly bewildered. He couldn't fathom the difficulty of this task. Glancing up at the others, he saw many faces etched with the same confusion as his own.

Observing anomalies, that seemed somewhat understandable. But "eliminate," was that for real?

His doubts peaked after they'd rested for a while and, following the instructions, went to collect their sidearms.

As they held the heavy, dark objects, many felt a sense of disbelief.

It was a real firearm.

And it came with two magazines.

Firearm control in the city nowadays was incredibly strict. Gang fights involved baseball bats and chainsaws; guns were only seen in movies.

The vast majority of those selected for this training were indeed elites among elites. But being an elite meant excelling in a specific area; how could someone who had never even touched a firearm know how to use one when it was suddenly thrust into their hands?

The staff member distributing the weapons had a cold expression. Seeing Han Su fiddling with the gun in front of him, he asked, "Do you have a problem?"

Han Su replied, "Yes."

This staff member clearly didn't know Han Su's relationship with Zhang Chiguo. His attitude was unfriendly and impatient. "Speak."

Han Su looked up. "How do you fire this thing?"

"..."

The staff member froze for a moment, then said with dissatisfaction, "The people they're recruiting are getting less professional. If you want to know how to fire it, go ask your instructor."

"?"

"During this part of the training, the instructor skipped it directly, saying we'd know when it was time to collect the guns..."

Han Su was dumbfounded. They were handing real weapons to a group of people who had never even held a gun before. Was this Disaster Management Bureau just a fly-by-night operation?

"What's your mission tonight?"

As he was thinking, a gaze fell upon him from the side, accompanied by a soft voice.

Han Su turned his head and saw the girl who liked to wear a black hoodie and a cap. He immediately became wary. This assessment had repeatedly emphasized secrecy. Could probing others about their missions also be part of the assessment?

Seeing he didn't answer, the girl looked at the gun in his hand. "I heard you say you don't know how to use a gun, right?"

Han Su asked, "Are you that curious?"

The girl in the black hoodie said, "Do you need me to teach you?"

Han Su eyed her warily, then smiled. "Is there such a good thing?"

He didn't dare to relax, who knew if these people, all wanting to get into Group D1D2, would also be competitive and try to set a trap?

As a result, the black-hooded woman led Han Su to the side and meticulously demonstrated how to load, disengage the safety, aim, and change the magazine.

She explained everything carefully and gently, like a kindergarten teacher showing a child how to use chopsticks.

However, Han Su listened. After a while, even the other trainees who weren't very used to guns gathered around, silently watching. She didn't seem to mind.

Han Su followed her instructions carefully for a while, but found nothing amiss. A new doubt arose in his heart. After the girl finished her demonstration, he couldn't help but reach out:

"Thank you, Han Su."

The black-hooded girl paused, lowered her head, but still extended her hand and said, "My name is Dong Wei."

"Dong Wei..."

Han Su felt a pang of disappointment but still asked, unwilling to give up, "Then, may I ask if you ever had a former name, like Meilan, or something similar?"

"Meilan?"

The black-hooded girl blinked, then smiled and shook her head, "No..."

Han Su felt a sense of loss. He thought, it seems it really wasn't her. But if she wasn't trying to set a trap and had no other motive, why was she being so nice to him?

Could it be because he was good-looking?

This reason was truly disappointing.