Chapter 1102 Is Today April Fool's Day?

"This battleship is identified from the faction blacklist, S sequence... the Blood Fang Group!"

Inside the bridge of the No. 3 ship of the 63rd Guard Division of the Capital Star, a battleship intelligence agent suddenly looked up, and he looked at the light with a surprised expression.

It can be said that the most powerful armed forces in the entire Federation are all gathered in the capital star.

This is the capital of countless technologies, money, and warships.

So the intelligence officer was just surprised, he was surprised why this Bloodfang Ship came to Capital Star to die...

The federation has been established for hundreds of years, and there has never been a history of armed forces invading the capital star.

"The other party sent the pass identification information, and the verification passed." An intelligence agent with the rank of captain next to him was operating quickly. He looked at his comrades and frowned, "Identifiers: Mu Fan, Lu Qingxue, students of Dingchuan College, the purpose : Participate in the All-Federation College Exchange Competition."

"...Is the information just now wrong?"

A lieutenant colonel next to him asked suspiciously.

The intelligence agent who spoke first scratched his head in embarrassment, "It's probably a mistake."

So he carefully enlarged the shape of the battleship and compared it with the database.

[During the identification, the same rate is 20%, 40%, 60%... The final similarity is 99%. The ship is the exclusive blood-tooth ship of the Blood-tooth regiment branch, and the main body is a military sixth-level battleship—the fourth-generation Tianniu The frigate, which was converted into the federal intelligence system four years ago. 】

After seeing this piece of data, the intelligence officer looked at his officer with complicated eyes.

"Connect to the video." The lieutenant colonel took a deep breath and said forcefully.

[There is a video access request, is it approved? 】

After seeing this notification, Mu Fan clasped his hands and said calmly, "Pass."

"Hello, I am Lieutenant Colonel Berg Robb of the 63rd Guard Division of the First Army. I need to make a routine inquiry about the origin of your ship. Please don't be nervous." The lieutenant colonel saluted a standard military salute, and then prepared cross-examination.

"Mu Fan, Captain of the Special Forces, hello sir." Mu Fan responded with a military salute, which instantly made Berg Robb's pupils shrink.

Because the word "special forces" in this sentence contains too much gold!

This means that the other party is a member of one of the countless secret forces of the Federation, and the level of confidentiality of his personal information has surpassed his own.

The lieutenant colonel glanced at the intelligence agent next to him, "Inquire."

After the rapid operation of the console, the intelligence officer looked back with shocking eyes, "The verification is successful, the level... SSS."

SSS!

The first officer of the division doesn't have this level, does he?

What is the origin of the secret army that the other party is talking about...!

The lieutenant colonel was terrified by the vague thoughts in his mind.

"Sir?" Mu Fan frowned, looking at the lieutenant colonel who was distracted.

"Oh, yes, the content of the inquiry is very simple, that is how this ship was obtained. After our comparison, the ownership of this ship should belong to the mercenary group..."

"Blood tooth ball?" Mu Fan raised his head and smiled.

"Yes."

"Of course I snatched it here." Mu Fan had a smile on his face, and his voice was calm, "Is there anything else?"

The lieutenant colonel was stunned for a moment. Obviously, Mu Fan's answer had exceeded his expectations, but further inquiries were not within the scope of his duties.

"No more... The spaceship stays at space station No. 330 on the galaxy route map, where you can choose to take the non-weapon travel cabin, or you can choose to take the short-distance passenger ship equipped with the capital star."

"Thank you and goodbye."

The video light curtain goes out.

Under the complex and unspeakable eyes of the lieutenant colonel, the Bloodfang Ship slowly turned around and flew directly to the space station not far away.

In the captain's room, Mu Fan had already taken off his shabby mercenary uniform, and put on a neat gray college uniform, looking tall and tall.

Looking at the closed light curtain, Mu Fan blinked, turned and walked out.

His voice echoed in the empty and deserted captain's room.

"Hei, it's time to publish."

After the voice fell, Mu Fan walked out of the cabin.

Under the light of the vast galaxy, that quiet and beautiful figure is like a snow lotus blooming on the top of a lonely iceberg, exuding a delicate fragrance alone, refreshing the heart.

"The time is just right." Mu Fan smiled.

Lu Qingxue turned her head, a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth, and she nodded quietly.

...

When an ultra-small four-person travel capsule flew away from the No. 330 space station, a piece of information was like a spark thrown into an oil depot, instantly igniting a huge fire.

Moore is a second-year student in the Biology Department of Bonnard College. What he likes to do most is to sit down anytime and anywhere in his free time, and browse the Internet with his latest UFO.

Not only the Bonnard United Academy, but he also likes to go to the open forums of the Federal Shuguang Military Academy and Taoyun Academy to find information.

For him, knowledge knows no bounds.

Therefore, he swims in the ocean of knowledge and will have more happiness than others.

At this moment, although he was sitting in the stadium of Dawn Academy that countless people dreamed of as a member of the cheering group, his mind was not in the audience.

because……

Playing against opponents of this level is really boring.

The strength of Bonnard Academy is much higher than that of its opponents.

The opponent is a B-level academy in the third sector, and the strongest of the opponent can't even fight against Bonnard's first-year students, and they are even more messed up in the subject competition area.

This kind of game...

"It makes me want to sleep."

Beside him, a classmate was already yawning.

"Moore, do you want to go to other competition areas? I heard that Dingchuan played very hard." The student patted Moore after yawning.

"Dingchuan? Not interested, go by yourself." Moore looked up at the super giant three-dimensional light curtain above the center of the field. Skateboarding probably takes 3 minutes...

Too far.

Moore sat lazily in his place, expressing that he didn't want to go, then continued to lower his head and slide the Tianxun light curtain with his fingertips.

The three-dimensional projection constantly flashed the picture.

Seeing Moore's enthusiastic expression, the classmate who just asked curled his lips, "Okay, you can continue to nest, I'm going."

After speaking, turn around and leave.

However, the moment he had just set off, a high-decibel sound suddenly erupted behind him—"Damn it!"

The student was so frightened that he turned around and shouted at Moore angrily: "What are you doing, can you stop being scary!"

In his line of sight, Moore's eyeballs almost popped out, and he pointed at the light curtain with trembling fingers.

"I, I, I..."

"What me?" The classmate was even angrier.

"Oh!" Moore grabbed the classmate, his thin arm burst out with amazing strength, and five "I" came out of his mouth tremblingly, so that he finally cried like a rooster.

"Look at the news that just popped up!"

The classmate was about to break free from Moore angrily, but when his eyes fell on the light curtain, he couldn't move his place immediately.

"...Is today April Fool's Day?"

In his line of sight, five consecutive headlines marked in red and bold appeared at the top of the forum, no matter how many pages were switched, they were still at the top and highlighted.

[Wanted warrant completed prompt! The S-rank mercenary regiment, the Bloodfang Regiment—the Poison King, is dead. 】

[Wanted warrant completed prompt! The S-rank mercenary group, the Bloodfang Group, Night Ghost, is dead. 】

【...The ice snake is dead. 】

[...The wooden man, dead. 】

【...Iron Man is dead. 】

These five pieces of information occupied half of the field of view of the entire forum.

But the content, like a volcano boiling in an instant, erupted at this moment.

Normal Lao Dang will sleep from 8:00 to 10:00 every night, and get up to continue coding. As a result, I fell asleep at 8 o'clock yesterday... I opened my eyes at 7 o'clock the next day... I had a meeting during the day today, and I can only update it at this meeting. Sorry everyone! Tears ran