In fact, there are still many people who want to stay where they are and continue reading.

But Bering persuaded them to retreat.

He used his authority as a teacher to leave these students with nothing to argue about, and in the end they had no choice but to go back obediently.

Although he had only taught one class, he was still a teacher. Even though he looked younger than these students, his status was different.

So he could watch the fun while those students could only go back and listen to gossip.

After the crowd was evacuated, the people in charge of management finally arrived.

He was a tall man who seemed to be in his thirties or forties, but his temples were already gray and he looked very sad, as if someone owed him money and had not paid it back.

Stopping beside Bai Ling, the man looked down at Peter, who looked like a dead dog, and sighed: "Oh... what a hassle."

He glanced at Bai Ling: "Did you do this?"

Hearing this, Bai Ling smiled and nodded.

Scratching his hair, the man sighed again: "Ah... If I had known that the higher-ups would give me such a mess, I would never have accepted it no matter what..."

Sighing, he took out a piece of white paper from his pocket and wrote something on it: "Here."

"As a teacher, attacking players from other countries without reason is a very troublesome matter. Even if no harm is caused, those people can still say that you caused them mental trauma," the man said listlessly. "Don't tell me you don't know. If you don't understand, then I'm telling you now. You're in big trouble."

"Then this golden-haired teacher will bite you like a mad dog and won't let go. You will be suspended from work for investigation and not allowed to go out during the investigation. All your actions will need to be closely monitored. This is basically a loss of human rights."

"The only thing you should be happy about right now is that those mad dogs haven't bothered to deal with you yet. Otherwise, if the teachers of these guys saw you in this state, I'm afraid they would really fight."

After stuffing the note to Bai Ling, the man yawned and said, "That's about it. Anyway, if you have some connections, it'll be ok. At least it will help you get through this. But if you don't have any connections and act on impulse, then I guess today will be the last day I see your students."

"Go back and take a shower and go to bed. Then you can prepare something nice for yourself to commemorate your teaching career and the few days you have as a free man. After all, you may even have to report large purchases in the future, and you may even have to be careful of surveillance cameras when you go out to take a bath."

Looking at the note handed over by the other side, Bai Ling did not take it immediately.

It’s not because Bering can ignore the other party’s judgment at will.

In fact, the other side’s power is actually quite large in this exercise.

They are collectively called the "law enforcement team" and are responsible for handling disputes during the exercise. Each country will select some experienced and powerful judicial personnel to form this team to handle bilateral relations to prevent some ambiguous and unresolved judgments from affecting the subsequent exercise process.

As law enforcers, they have the power to punish those who commit problems.

Since the Peninsula incident and the beginning of the new year, the relations between countries have become more relaxed. Therefore, in a multi-party activity such as a joint military exercise, a strong enforcer is needed. The law enforcement team was born for this purpose.

For example, the man now is the one who was selected into the law enforcement team of our country.

The order signed by him was the proof that could be used to determine later that Bering had caused trouble this time.

However, this has not always been the case.

For example, if you can prove that the problems you committed were not caused by your own will, but were done for the sake of humanity and society, then after the trial, you will be able to be cleared of the charges.

In the end, the rulings of the law enforcement team are still quite humane. As long as you are not crazy enough to provoke others, but act for some more noble and lofty goals, they will basically let you go.

In the current situation where the alien crisis is approaching, humans are actually quite tolerant of those noble behaviors. After all, everyone loves heroes, especially in such a dark era, heroes are like beacons, guiding others forward with their own excellent character.

But no matter how you look at it, a teacher attacking a student should not be a so-called "noble purpose".

Therefore, the law enforcement team did not pay too much attention to it. Based on their years of experience, they simply planned to give the other party a relatively easy punishment that was allowed within the rules.

But Bering didn't answer.

He looked at the law enforcement team and said calmly, "Let's leave this for later."

"As I recall, the law enforcement team should be able to keep the referee's decision until the end of the exercise and distribute it uniformly, right?" Bai Ling said with a smile, "Then please consider whether to keep it with me at the end of the exercise."

Hearing this, the members of the law enforcement team raised their eyelids slightly and glanced at Bai Ling.

He smacked his lips and said to Bai Ling: "It seems that you are very confident."

"That's fine," he took back the white paper, "It's just a matter of notifying in advance and distributing at the end. There's no difference between the two."

"But I'm still curious about where your confidence comes from."

The law enforcement team took a look at Peter lying on the ground and said, "What purpose will you use to get away with this? If you want to be charged with a crime like 'teacher assaulting student', it must be a serious and harmful incident..."

It's impossible that the student on the ground is a rapist?

Glancing at Peter, the law enforcement team shrugged nonchalantly: "What am I thinking about."

How could a traitor possibly enter the exercise?

He shook his head, put away his notebook, squatted down and patted Peter's face on the ground: "Is your classmate okay?"

Bai Ling watched his actions, pondered for a moment, then turned and left.

The subsequent behavior is not something he needs to supervise.

Anyway, his goal has been achieved.

'The guy hiding in the dark must be very unhappy with me now,' he thought to himself, "This is good news for me."

If you want to expose the traitor, you must make him show his tail.

The reason why traitors are so harmful is precisely because they hide very deeply and have a certain degree of trust as a basis. Before anything happens, a traitor may hold considerable power in a certain position and even be respected and trusted by those around him.

So if you want to eradicate this guy completely, you need to make him unable to control himself first.

Bai Ling adjusted his scarf and wrapped the lower half of his face in the red scarf, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "My advantage now is that those hiding in the dark don't know that I have noticed them. This is the information gap, and it is also the key to victory."

'Although the future direction has changed slightly due to some unplanned events, there is no doubt that the general outline is still clear. This is enough, at least enough for me to hold the handlebars and not derail before things get completely out of control.'

However, there was one thing that Bai Ling found a little strange.

That was the previous shot, what was the purpose? In the future seen in the sea of ​​consciousness, Bailing clearly noticed that the shot went towards Peter Daiswei's chest, quickly piercing his chest, leaving him with a stunned expression before he died.

Although he had repeatedly imagined the future scenario countless times, Bai Ling still did not realize what the purpose of this shot was.

The bullet seemed to have come from another time and space, leaving no trace or even any sign. After only a sharp sound of cutting through the air, it quickly opened a small hole in Peter's heart, causing the arrogant young man to fall to the ground.

But this is very strange.

According to Bering's idea, since Peter's emotions were affected, he should belong to, or partially belong to, the other camp, right?

How is it possible that someone would kill off his own people so soon after the incident began?

Even if you want to create a conflict, now is not the right time. You should at least wait until people from other countries are gathered and then plan it carefully.

How could it be possible that when there were only three or four countries present, they would suddenly shoot their own people and send them to heaven to meet the Lord?

Re-engraving and happy?

After thinking for a long time, Bai Ling still couldn't figure it out.

Predicting the future does not mean being omniscient. He can only see what is happening in this area, but cannot notice what someone is planning on the other side of the distance.

All we can say is that humans still have certain limits.

Perhaps the only thing to be thankful for is that I have at least finished reading the script for the final act.

With a sigh, Bai Ling decided to go somewhere before going to the meeting.

He was going to give some spoilers to some people and get some benefits in return. ——At this moment, in a small narrow room.

An old man placed a book on his forehead and lay in a recliner, resting his eyes leisurely.

Next to him, a young man was hitting something in front of him.

The young man was wearing nothing on his upper body, and even on his lower body he only had a pair of shorts that were easy to walk in. Sweat slowly slid down the grooves of his muscles and finally dripped onto the forging table in front of him.

The sweat gently fell on the red-hot dagger, turned into a ball of white mist and quickly dissipated.

The young man's movements were full of rhythm and tension. The cycle of picking up the hammer and then putting it down had a mechanical beauty, just like moving gears that fit tightly together, creating a beautiful and steady melody in the repetitive "click" sound.

Perhaps it was because the sound of the accompaniment was so comfortable that the old man felt drowsy and almost fell asleep.

It took a long time.

Suddenly, there were footsteps outside the door.

The footsteps were light, like the slight rhythmic echo of boots stepping on the ground, brisk and elegant.

Hearing the sound, the old man who was about to fall asleep and the young blacksmith both stopped what they were doing at the same time.

They looked up at the only entrance to the small room - a small, somewhat shabby wooden door.

Three seconds later.

The wooden door was pushed open and a person walked in from outside.

The man lowered his head, walked to the old man, and said to him, "Dad, someone outside wants to see you..."

Hearing this, the old man's eyes slid down from the book and said, "Tell him to get out of here."

"We won't see anyone until the exercise is over."

After receiving this answer, the man looked a little embarrassed.

He rummaged around in his arms for a while, then took out a delicate white envelope, handed it to the old man respectfully, and said softly, "That person asked you to take a look at this first. It won't be too late to make a decision after you've read it."

He hesitated for a moment, but finally said softly, "It seems to me that he...knows something, so I think it's best to take a look before considering it."

Hearing this, the old man looked at him in confusion.

Shaking his head, the old man finally nodded reluctantly, tore open the exquisite envelope, took out the letter inside and took a quick look at it.

Then his eyes suddenly became serious.

After looking at it for a while, the old man put away the letter and said to the man, "Let him in."

The man nodded, walked to the door, and whispered something to the person outside.

After a while, boots tapped the ground and walked into the house from outside.

The tips of my shoes tapped lightly on the fluffy weeds, making a rustling sound.

After entering the door, the guest smiled and said to the old man and the other man, "Good morning, both of you."

"I hope you two don't mind my interruption."

As he spoke, he pulled a chair from the side and sat on it steadily.

His movements were so easy and natural that it made people wonder whether he was the owner or the two guys sitting inside were the owners.

But the old man doesn't care about that.

He held the letter paper and said to the guest, "Who is Wu Dayou to you?"

"Why do you have his letterhead?"

Hearing this, the guest smiled and said, "Mr. Wu is a famous master in our area. He has a disciple named Song Weilu. You should know this."

Hearing the name, the old man nodded silently.

Although the name Song Weilu was not well-known and there was not much news about him afterwards, before that he was promoted everywhere as a talented student of the old man Wu Dayou.

However, that guy later betrayed Wu Dayou, and this completely cut off information from the academic community.

It's really sad.

He might have become a master, but because of certain things, he completely ruined his future.

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh: "What is your relationship with Song Weilu?"

Looking at the old man, the guest said calmly: "Mr. Song Weilu's daughter is my student."

After hearing these words, the old man looked at the guest silently.

"I see," the old man said, "So what do you want?"

The guest did not answer immediately.

He reached into his bag and fumbled around while saying, "It's not that I want anything."

"It's about what I can bring to you, Mr. Wu's close friend, Oliver Wells, a leader in Western European academic circles."

After groping for a while, he took something out of the bag and handed it to the old man.

The old man, or Oliver, was slightly stunned after taking a look at the title of the book.

The title of the book is "A Study of the Alien Family History of Western European Countries and the Profound Influence of Ancient Roman and Greek Mythology on the European Alien System".

Looking at the book, Ollie's expression changed slightly.