Fu Luo was stunned for a moment: "Teacher, I... I'm going too?"

Wang Yansheng gave her a "don't waste time, hurry up and go" look.

Unfortunately, this silly deer with a clever face was not moved at all. Fu Luo frowned, then saluted him very solemnly, saying in a clear voice: "Teacher, this is against the rules!"

From the fact that she could establish a deep friendship with Ye Wenlin, it could be seen that Fu Luo was a person who was very "easy to bully". In addition to her diligence and other attributes, she was completely a good student who was easy to bully - so she often became the cheap labor of teachers and instructors.

Especially Wang Yansheng, he often asked Fu Luo to do odd jobs for small tasks that did not involve confidentiality.

But... that was when Wang Yansheng was not appointed as a senior officer of the Security Department.

Now she hadn't even officially enlisted, and obviously had no authority to be involved in matters of this level. It was against the rules.

Wang Yansheng glanced at her and said coldly: "Oh, so you driving a near-ground mech without a license and attacking No. 23 Signal Station without authorization is very much in line with the rules, right?"

Fu Luo: "..."

Wang Yansheng: "You have the ability to blow up a company's firepower with one shot, but you don't have the ability to not fall out of the cockpit."

...It was clearly the mech that was scrapped and thrown out.

Wang Yansheng nodded to the person beside him, and the guard immediately took out a small box and handed it to her.

Fu Luo opened it and saw that it contained a temporary work permit from the Security Department, a rice-sized military-specific in-ear communication device, and a dozen markers. The markers were small, transparent, round pieces, less than three millimeters in diameter, with a high degree of adhesion. They could be attached to suspicious persons and could be sensed and tracked within three kilometers.

Wang Yansheng also untied a very short pistol from his waist and threw it to Fu Luo.

The pistol was so short that it was unbelievable. Although Fu Luo's hands were not big, it looked very tiny in her palm. It was a little heavier than expected, but not heavy.

The next moment, Fu Luo found that the short tail of the "pistol" looked familiar, and it turned out to be the shape of a handle. She suddenly gasped - this was a weapon that combined a miniature pistol and a laser knife!

It is known that the laser knife activator needs to generate a large amount of energy in a very short time, and the heat generated is unimaginable. The heat sink is the core technology of this weapon—known as the king of melee—which prevents the user's hand from being burned.

The heat sink has very high requirements for the shell material, and unfortunately, the core of gun manufacturing is also metal. The incompatibility of the two materials is a world-class problem, not to mention that the heat sink's weight is far more than a pistol, which is extremely sensitive to weight, can bear.

The above is just common sense, but the reality is that this divine weapon has been developed to an applicable level!

In the past hundred years, the military technology of the Earth has advanced by leaps and bounds, and has never slackened. In an instant, Fu Luo was filled with inexplicable confidence in this war that had seemed hopeless from the start.

However, Wang Yansheng became serious and said word by word: "The identification characteristics of this person have been entered into the communication devices of everyone. Please remember two things: one, make sure this person does not die, and two, ensure they never fall into the hands of the enemy. I know that setting dual goals for soldiers on the battlefield is a big taboo for commanders, but this is an order from above, I have no choice. There is no priority between the two, and we can only rely on you."

"Yes!"

Soon, Fu Luo mixed with other people in plain clothes and began a carpet search.

The in-ear headset was attached to her ear canal, and it was not easy to see even if her ears were pulled open, not to mention that Fu Luo's hair, which she planned to trim uniformly after enlistment, had already grown long enough to completely cover her ears.

The microchip attached to the skin not only transmitted sound to her ears, but also transmitted images by stimulating the optic nerve.

It's really good stuff.

Whether it was the new weapon that combined a gun and a knife or this communication system, they all exuded a rich aura.

The feeling of the image not going through the pupil and directly connecting to the optic nerve was very subtle, as if she saw it, but also as if she didn't see it... Fu Luo couldn't help rubbing her eyes.

The photo sent directly to her optic nerve surprised her a little, because it was just a child, eight or nine years old, bald, with big eyes and a sturdy, round face.

Could it be the illegitimate child of some big shot? She thought aimlessly.

The clothes Fu Luo wore from home were so ordinary that they looked a little earthy. Usually, she looked gray and dusty in the office building, but when she blended in with the marchers, she looked more at home.

She was originally tall and sturdy, but after being tormented alternately by Teacher Robin and her parents, she had lost a lot of weight and became a perfectly average, inconspicuous figure, blending in as she walked with the crowd, hands in her pockets.

Due to the incitement of the woman with the child, many people were emotionally agitated, and at this time, both sides had already started small-scale conflicts.

The military police of the security team stood as a human wall with huge shields, and the crowd formed a human wave, shouting slogans one after another, constantly rushing up.

Of course, when shouting slogans, you have to shout the same thing. It is impossible for so many people to have different opinions. While Fu Luo was being squeezed back and forth by the crowd, she listened carefully, and sure enough, there was a bright male voice leading in the middle. Every time he shouted a sentence, a small group of people around him would shout along, and others who went with the flow would also unconsciously be drawn in.

The group is always irrational, but the individual is not necessarily...

Step 5 in creating a fake parade terrorist incident: At this time, the situation must have already attracted the attention of relevant departments, so a part of the people responsible for continuing to intensify the conflict are put out as a cover, and the real actors are mixed in the crowd, fishing in troubled waters.

The characteristics of the real actors are...

The page of the textbook appeared in Fu Luo's mind; she had turned it over so many times that she even remembered the page number.

This person will never be on the edge, and there is a more than 90% probability that he will appear near the person leading the slogans, in a visual blind spot.

Fu Luo's gaze swept quickly, and finally fell on a little girl.

She was wearing a fluffy coat with the hood covering her head, blocking her face. She was very slender, and from the side, she gave the impression of being only fourteen or fifteen years old.

The people behind were still pushing her, and Fu Luo staggered towards that person with the momentum.

"Don't push, don't push," she pretended to be overwhelmed, struggling and waving her elbows, which happened to heavily hit the back of the head of that "little girl". Fu Luo hurriedly said, "Ouch, sorry, don't push! I need to get out!"

The "little girl" raised her head and glanced at her.

In that instant, Fu Luo was certain - no mistake, it was her.

That face was delicate and pretty, but definitely not the face of a young girl. The cheeks were gaunt and pale, and the eyes were guarded and cold, clearly not matching the fluffy coat.

The textbook said: "If you notice something unusual about the other person, don't stare too long, but also don't shift your gaze away nonchalantly. React in the most appropriate way while ensuring your own safety, move in front of the other person. When people are in a state of high nervous tension, they are much more sensitive to movements behind them than in front."

The most appropriate reaction...

Fu Luo looked at the person in the fluffy top, first blinking her eyes, then recalling Wang Yacheng's punchable expression, lowered her head and pouted, muttering softly: "Pretending to be young."

After saying that, as the crowd behind her surged forward again, Fu Luo no longer looked at the person in front of her. She turned her head and cursed loudly: "Hey, what the fuck! I said don't push! Are you sick?"

Then, Fu Luo seemed to stumble a bit, taking advantage of her height, she casually pushed the "little girl" to the side, and said irritably without looking back: "Excuse me."

A soft "tick tock" sound came from the earphones: "No. 5 target marked successfully, No. 5 is thirty centimeters away from you."

It seemed that the plainclothes officers distributed in various places had already marked four people.

Next was the sixth step of the terrorist operation-

Teacher Wang had taught in class that they would secretly arrange people to create a terrifying atmosphere, such as gunshots, explosions, while causing a backlash from the military and panic among the people. At this time, the crowd that was originally condensed together would shatter from a cohesive mass into individuals scattering like sand. This was the opportunity the military was least able to guard against - as long as they couldn't shoot at the scattered crowd from the air, as long as there were dead ends in the surrounding buildings that helicopters couldn't cover.

Just as Fu Luo was pushed by the crowd near the military police holding shields, gunshots indeed rang out.

The crowd immediately exploded. The originally seemingly invincible wall of military police was instantly broken through by the frenzied crowd, and the high-pressure water cannons were already preparing to fire. Fu Luo was almost slammed into the shields of the military police by the panicked people.

The young soldier holding the shield looked quite young. In such a chaotic situation, his reaction was not very quick-witted. He actually subconsciously supported the person who bumped into him.

Fu Luo grabbed his hand, showed the ID card given to her by Wang Yansheng with her sleeve covering it, and said in a low voice: "Let me through."

The young soldier stared at her dumbfounded, gradually turning red in the face, and stammered: "You... you are the one on the poster..."

How did he recognize her?

No... the point was, little brother, why do you have such a deep impression of the fashion posters from a clothing release? There must be a problem with the daily reading materials within our military!

The earphones were already prompting that the No. 5 target was fifty meters away from her.

Fu Luo: "What the hell are you blushing for, let me through!"

That person was walking too fast, clearly with a purpose.

A small aircraft landed on the rooftop, and Yang Ning got off and strode over to Wang Yansheng: "Chief."

"Now there are sixteen people marked by my plainclothes officers, half of them are clearly a smokescreen." Wang Yansheng didn't even raise his head, looking at the few green dots on the tablet computer in his hand. "The other suspects are moving quickly in four directions in groups of two. It's impossible to determine which group is the real target in a short time."

Yang Ning didn't waste words: "What do you need me to do?"

"I received news that the target is a 5S-level space military personnel. According to regulations, for space military personnel above 3S security level, the Ground Forces no longer has jurisdiction. I need Colonel Yang to immediately communicate with the space central fortress command center and ask for instructions on what to do next."

Yang Ning: "Understood."

At this moment, his gaze inadvertently swept across the image on the ground monitoring device. In the chaotic crowd, a familiar side profile flashed by, making Yang Ning almost doubt his eyes.

"Fu Luo?" He frowned and said in a low voice, "Why is she here too."

He was simply starting to suspect what kind of karmic connection this was. Why was she everywhere?

"My student." Wang Yansheng said with a straight face, "Reliable."

Yang Ning was shocked. Although he had never had contact with this intelligence expert before, Yang Ning knew that the "reliable" in Wang Yansheng's mouth definitely didn't just refer to political reliability such as "clean family background and clean resume".

In the mouth of such a head of special agents, "reliable" was a rarer praise than complimentary words like "excellent" and "outstanding".

However, these irrelevant thoughts were just a fleeting notion. Yang Ning immediately walked to the side to request instructions from the central command.

Three minutes later, he returned to Wang Yansheng and said solemnly: "Chief, the command center requires me to fully cooperate with the manhunt operation, but after finding this person, his custody rights will be temporarily taken over by the Second Department."

Second Department...

A flash of light passed through Wang Yansheng's eyes.

It seemed that not only between space and ground, but even between the three space departments, they were not a cohesive group.