One day in 2046.
The day before things got out of control, Suwan hurriedly ran through the tree-lined path to the central teaching building with a few textbooks to attend the practical class for which she was already twenty minutes late.
Suwan had a good excuse for being late - Mr. Toker had grabbed her on the way to the teaching building and asked her to give a live demonstration to the new students this year. Oh, or maybe I should add "again", this was not the first time.
Suwan really couldn't refuse. Mr. Toker blocked her way to the central teaching building and threatened Suwan with the graduation tutor's comments. The pages of the notebook in his hand that recorded Suwan's grades were almost falling apart. The pages were very important to every student, so Suwan had to give in.
Mr. Tok is a perfectionist, which is good, but the downside is that he only focuses on his own courses - even if it delays Suwan's study of other courses, Mr. Tok doesn't care at all. Suwan is often complained by other teachers for being late for class because she is pulled away by Mr. Tok. Suwan doesn't want this, but fortunately her grades in all courses are excellent, so the teachers' complaints about Tok have not turned into criticisms of her.
It was class time, and Suwan was the only student on the square still on her way to class. This made Suwan quicken her pace out of guilt. When she ran to the fork in the road to the central parish, she suddenly heard instructions coming from the wireless headset on her ear.
"Sir, three o'clock." The guard in the monitoring room called up the nearby surveillance footage, saw Suwan's image on the screen, and turned on the microphone.
Suwan's wireless headset is worn on his left ear. It is very delicate and one can hardly feel it when it is worn on the ear. It is rarely used and is only turned on to convey commands in emergencies. So when Suwan heard the slight sound of electricity emitted by the wireless headset when it was turned on, he stopped and looked in the direction indicated by the headset.
Suwan saw a tall man in a knee-length white lab coat running towards her from a path. He waved to her in panic, asking for help: "Help me! Help me get out of here!"
Suwan had never seen this man before, but judging by his attire, he should be a researcher working in the isolated research building outside the two parishes. Now, a team of armed guards in a patrol truck were chasing him from a distance. There was also a guard on the roof of the car with a gun aimed at the researcher running towards Suwan, but for some reason he did not shoot immediately.
Although this man is wearing a researcher's lab coat, he is being hunted.
"Sir, shoot him!" The guard's instructions came through the wireless headset.
Suwan did it without hesitation. She held the textbook with one hand and used her free right hand to quickly pull out the gun from her waist and point it at the man who was running towards her.
The man asked her for help, but she didn't expect him to suddenly pull out a gun. Suwan didn't give him more time to fear death. He pulled the trigger decisively, pulled out the gun and fired in one go. The bullet hit the heart. The next second, blood stained the man's white lab coat, and he fell down. When he fell forward, the thing he was holding tightly in his hand also fell forward and happened to fall at Suwan's feet.
It was a miniature camera that was less than half the size of a palm. Suwan saw the camera out of the corner of his eye and looked around casually, then 'incidentally' turned sideways to block the view of the miniature cameras installed on the surrounding trees, and stepped on the small thing without leaving a trace.
Suwan waited for a few seconds and heard no more instructions from the wireless headset. He breathed a sigh of relief knowing that his little action had not been discovered.
After all, this action is a bit risky, but even if she is discovered, it doesn't matter. Suwan knows that even if she is discovered, she will only be put in solitary confinement for a few days, so she dares to do it. She is not a fool who does things without considering the consequences.
"What's going on?" Suwan put his pistol back into the buckle on his waist and asked the guards who caught up with him.
"Sir, he's a reporter who broke into the research building and tried to steal research data," the patrol truck stopped near the body, and the guards jumped out to check the body. The captain of the guard with a military rank on his shoulder ran up to Suwan, saluted her, and then reported.
This is an officer school sponsored by many countries. After the students have furthered their studies here and met the graduation requirements, they will be assigned official positions according to each person's talent, ability and performance. They can directly enter the military and political circles or take up other important positions that require them. It is even possible to reach the rank of general. Even while they are still in the academy, their military rank is much higher than that of the guards. They are in a subordinate relationship with the guards and are naturally respected by the guards.
The reporter shouldn't have assumed that Suwan was an ordinary student just because she was holding a textbook.
Because Suwan was also wearing a black tight combat shirt, which also represented that she was a soldier, and the chest badge with a snake and a tiger entangled on the tight shirt represented her identity as a Belster trainee.
The stupidest thing the dead man had done was to ask anyone here for help.
"Who helped him?" Suwan asked.
The students knew about the scientific research building. It was an isolated experimental area with strict security. Like this college, the scientific research building was also a joint venture of many countries. Even the students could not get close to the experimental area. This reporter was able to successfully enter the Bellster College and the core of the scientific research building to steal information. There must be someone to support him, and he must be an important internal staff member of the research institute.
"It's Lady Charlotte," the captain of the guards said without hiding anything.
Charlotte? Suwan heard the students talking about her when they were chatting. They said that Charlotte was a genius doctor who had made great achievements in the fields of biochemistry, biological genes and genetics. That was why she was hired as an exception to the rules. The reason why the students talked about her so much was not because of her achievements. The students didn't care about those. What made them talk about her so enthusiastically was Charlotte's charming blonde hair. In the words of the students, those old-fashioned and dull professors would probably be so excited to see this charming lady that their hands holding tweezers would tremble. However, Suwan had not had the opportunity to meet this lady Charlotte. On the day Charlotte came, she was only seen by several students when she passed by the parish. After that, she seemed to have stayed in the laboratory building and never showed up again. The students were very disappointed. They thought that although Charlotte was beautiful and charming, she must also have an old-fashioned and pedantic personality.
Suwan was not interested in Charlotte's personality or appearance, but she thought that Charlotte was a remarkable person for having achieved so many things. Now it seems that she was right. Charlotte was indeed a remarkable person, as she had just arrived and had done something like this.
The guards were about to drag the reporter's body away when they suddenly discovered something and cursed softly. The captain of the guard who reported to Suwan immediately looked over and saw a small blue test tube rolling out of the pocket of the reporter's white coat. It broke into pieces fragilely before their eyes, staining the white coat a bright light blue.
"Damn it!" The captain of the guard cursed angrily: "The professors told us to bring back the things he stole intact!" This was also the reason why he didn't shoot easily even though he aimed at him just now. He didn't expect that something went wrong when dragging the body.
"It's not your fault. Who knows if the reporter's things were broken when he was running away," Suwan told them.
The guards looked at each other and decided to do as Suwan said and put the blame on the damn reporter since he was already dead anyway.
The guards said goodbye to Suwan, dragged the body into the back of the truck and left.
I really don't understand what weird experiments those professors are doing. Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, Suwan showed a look of disgust.
But the guards will come to clean up soon, and Suwan believes that when she comes here again after class, it will be clean as if nothing had happened.
Suwan glanced around, bent down to brush off the dust on his trouser legs, quickly picked up the miniature camera at his feet, and put it in his pocket. The camera was only the size of three bullets lined up, and it was completely hidden in the palm of his hand. This was probably why the reporter could easily bring the camera into the research building. I hope it hasn't been broken, otherwise Suwan will be disappointed.
Although I don't know what's in the camera, it must be related to the experiments of those pedantic professors. The reporters will be interested, and Suwan is also a little interested in this. Those professors are always old-fashioned and don't reveal anything. Their mystery makes people want to spy on them. Life in the college is too boring, so I always have to find something exciting to pass the time. Suwan will certainly not miss this opportunity to discover secrets.
Suwan, who was already late due to the incident, rushed to the classroom when the practical class was about to end.
When Suwan put her textbooks and other belongings into the locker, Will, the instructor of the practical class, followed her and kept complaining, "That damn Toke is so annoying. Can't you just avoid him next time? If he delays your practical class again, I will really report him with other teachers!" Finally, Suwan quickly immersed herself in the course and finally stopped his chattering.
But it was only temporary. In the following classes, Will kept giving Suwan the glare and a black face as if he was saying you owe me something. Suwan could see his face wherever he looked. Instructor Will also kept asking Suwan to practice with him. Suwan didn't dare to provoke Instructor Will so he didn't use his full strength. As a result, he was suppressed by Instructor Will everywhere. In just five minutes, Suwan was thrown over the shoulder more than ten times. His shoulders and back were almost numb from the throws. The students enjoyed watching it. Life in Belster was too boring. It was rare to have something fun to kill time.
Suwan didn't feel relieved until the get out of class was over. He took off his coat in the locker room and looked at his shoulders in the mirror. Sure enough, there was a large bruise, which was horrible to look at.
"Next time you're late, Instructor Will will really kill you," Suwan's friend Angela took a bottle of potion to help Suwan apply it, and reminded her with a gloating look: "Instructor Will really can't tolerate it anymore."
All the female students in the room followed suit and joined in, causing Suwan to cover her face helplessly.
If possible, she would also like to get rid of the troublesome Mr. Toke. She also doesn't want to be late for class all the time!
After applying the medicine, Suwan moved his shoulders and groaned in pain.
The door of the locker room was pushed open, and a female student ran in and looked around the locker room. Then her eyes locked on Suwan who was getting dressed. She watched her point to the door and said, "Suwan, the guards are looking for you."
The students' eyes instantly focused on Suwan, who had only half of his clothes on. Suwan blushed and coughed twice in embarrassment, then looked around to put on his clothes properly. He casually glanced at the students next to him and said, "Can you help me check what's going on?" The students also felt strange. Without Suwan saying anything, the students who had changed their clothes ran out, and those who were not fully dressed quickened their pace to watch the fun. After everyone was sent away by Suwan, Suwan took out the small miniature camera from his trouser pocket.
Suwan put the camera between the textbooks, then opened the door of Angela's locker next to his own locker and stuffed the textbooks in. He looked back and saw that the students were surrounding the door and looking out. Suwan gently pushed the door of Angela's locker closed.