Chapter 2273: A pretense declaration of the rise of a generation of female soldiers

   "This guy..." Xi looked at Vicky, who was lying on her bed in a large font with a comfortable and contented smile, frowning together.
  She didn't want to meet with Vicky's group members, so she could only let her stay in the battleship and leave after she woke up.
  Also, she wanted to wait for Vicky to wake up and remind her not to get too close to McGonagall.
  Although that man does not look like a bad guy, it is a matter of two worlds, and his position is greater than his own.
  Vickie’s identity is a bit special, being able to access things that most federal residents in the dungeon cannot access, also means that she controls the real core secrets of the dungeon.
  Although she is also bound by the dungeon secrecy code, she can’t help but worry about whether she can abide by the secrecy code because of her strength.
   "Come... have another drink! Alex, you are great..." Vicky murmured, turning over and letting out a happy pig cry.
  晞 resisted the urge to take out the recorder, covered her with a thin quilt, turned around and went out of the room to her office.
  It's time to write a diary every day.
  Observer log:
  Day, sunny...
  ……
  Meg took Irina to experience the fun of hunting in the mountains of Warcraft. The heavy sniper was changed to silence mode, and some manic beasts in the mountains were chosen as the target.
  After simply adapting to a few shots, Irina quickly mastered the sniper skills, locked on the target, swept across, shot instantly, and the hit rate was close to 100%.
   McGonagall shut himself aside for a long time, then silently gave a thumbs up.
  There are some things, it’s really talented.
  Although he is a man and seems to be more suitable for playing guns, his talent has been dumped three blocks by Irina.
   "It seems quite simple." Irina put down the heavy sniper in her hand and looked at McGonagall and asked, "The first time most people play this, isn't it the same level?"
  The corners of McGonagall’s mouth twitched. This is the first time that ordinary people have played it. This is a manifesto of the rise of a generation of female soldiers!
   "You are very talented, playing with guns." McGonagall said with a smile.
"The power of this gun is far beyond my expectations. If the gun is an ordinary human being, as long as the professional training is carried out and a suitable sniper point is found, it can completely kill an unsuspecting level ten strong." Irina Looking at the gun in his hand, he said with a serious expression: "The strength of the dungeon seems to be far above my expectations."
   McGonagall nodded, "If the dungeon was invaded last time, not the Legion of Undead, we would be completely unable to resist."
  Not to mention anything else, the warships they dispatched alone can bring high-intensity dimensionality reduction strikes to the Nolan Continent, not to mention the powerful individual combat capabilities under the blessing of guns and mechas.
   "Then how do we guard against their invasion?" Irina asked again.
"This... we don't need to think about it for the time being, because there is absolutely no way to deal with it." McGonagall smiled and shook his head. "For the time being, I don't have any hostility towards them, nor treat them as imaginary enemies, and don't even let you and me on Continent Nolan. The fourth person besides Gina knew about the existence of the dungeon, which would save the Nolan continent from danger.
  Dungeon is to voluntarily break away from Nolan Continent and force the two sides to be separated. We only need to maintain the status quo. "
  Irina nodded thoughtfully, seemingly relieved.
   "Play for a while, or just go back?" McGonagall asked.
   "Go back, know what it is and what power is enough, but I still prefer direct combat." Irina handed the gun in her hand to McGonagall.
   McGonagall thought of the way she was holding a folding chair, and felt a little bit to laugh.
  Back to the dining room, the two took a bath with mandarin ducks, and after several confrontations, they fell asleep contentedly after putting the bed under the pressure that they should not bear.
  ……
  The next day McGonagall woke up early, and after finishing the morning business, went to Hope Academy.
  The main body of the complex has been completed, and the exterior wall decoration and interior decoration are being carried out at the same time.
  The best carpenter among the night elves, makes the eaves, railings and other details vivid and interesting, as beautiful as works of art.
   "Mr. McGonagall, the construction can be over tonight. We will remove all the enclosures and items overnight. Do you need help with the placement of the items inside?" the construction team leader looked at McGonagall and asked.
   "Thanks for your hard work, I won't bother you with the internal items." McGonagall nodded, finishing the work a day earlier, the night elves' professionalism is undoubtedly revealed.
  As for teaching aids and the like, he ordered them directly from the system. As long as the space is free, the system can deliver them to him and arrange them.
  At this time, it is best to have no one at the scene to avoid the trouble of his explanation.
  Mag did not wander around in the academy so as not to affect his work, but when he came out from the gate of the academy, he still met an acquaintance.
   "Boss Mai, why are you here?!" Vivian greeted her with a smile, with an expression looking at a rare guest.
  "I'll supervise the work." McGonagall pointed to the direction of the construction site.
"I heard Luna say that you are going to have a cooking class, and you have built a chef teaching complex by yourself. It's a big deal." Vivian took a step forward and said flatly: "When the time comes, I will Can you come to the class too?"
   "You also want to go to Hope Academy? This is a bit too old, right?" McGonagall said in surprise.
  Vivian stamped her feet with anger: "I am a teacher! Not a student!"
   "Oh, it turned out to be Teacher Vivian." McGonagall smiled on his face, "Then you are welcome to listen to the class at any time, but there is no guarantee that you can understand it."
   "Don't worry, I am very talented in cooking, which is recognized by our family." Vivian said with a confident pat on her chest.
McGonagall doesn’t believe it. After all, Michael is so busy, he certainly doesn’t know how to cook, and Mrs. Santos doesn’t look like a noble lady who can cook. Such a recognized talent as a chef in a family of three does not have much reference. value.
   But if Vivian is interested in coming to the class, he will naturally not refuse.
  Fans, one more is one, there is no reason to pick and choose.
  "Are you here for the trial class today?" McGonagall changed the subject.
"Oh! I'm here to attend the class, it's over, I'm going to be late!" Vivienne slapped her head and rushed towards the academy without forgetting to turn her head and say to McGonagall: "Goodbye Mr. Mai! I will come to your house tonight. eat!"
  Meg watched Vivian, who seemed to be not very clever Azi, to leave, stepped on his bicycle and left slowly.
  He did not rush back to the restaurant, but went to Hill’s place, asked her for a few senior engineers, and planned to build a mechanical college for Hope Academy.
  Technology makes life better, and mechanical technology will become the cornerstone.
  Megon intends to expose some of the children in Hope Academy to the cutting-edge technology of Nolan Continent, let them participate in it, and even have the opportunity to lead something.