Chapter 7

Lu Chen originally had many questions to ask, but the person from the execution department said he had to deal with the follow-up and let him go back to the martial arts school first. He said he would know when he arrived at the college.

He also knew that he was in a hurry, so he rushed back to the martial arts school in his "memory" before dawn.

As for those who followed him later, he didn't know.

When he returned to the martial arts school, he began to study the high-tech games and mobile phones obtained from the execution department.

Well... He has never been exposed to such high-end things before.

In his original world, the technology of the great powers in the East has fallen behind for an era. The most primitive radio is still used on the battlefield, but he has not even touched that kind of thing.

Every time he went to the battlefield, his little attendant did this kind of thing. He still remembered that he was a smart Japanese girl. She didn't speak Chinese very well and didn't speak very well until the end.

Lu Chen shook his head and waved those past events away from his mind.

Start to stir up the fresh play in your hands.

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At the same time, the other side of the earth.

The central control room on the second floor of the library in the headquarters of Kassel college is brightly lit.

In the center of the room is a huge 3D projection. The five meter high Virtual Earth is suspended in the air. With the user's gentle wave, the earth will quickly rotate to the position he wants to see. It feels like God is fiddling with his creation, and the power and force are in the palm of his hand.

However, its user, a person wearing an embedded respirator mask, coughs constantly, like coughing out the blood in his lungs. Such a person should have been lying in the intensive care unit, but he is standing there now. The severe cough does not affect his upright posture.

Feng Schneider, head of the executive department, is on duty today.

There are more than a dozen red lights flashing on the dark blue earth surface, and the alarm sounds come one after another. The slapping sound of high-speed keyboard tapping, the hissing sound of printer working and the clicking sound of mechanical telegraph decoding gather together, making the indoor atmosphere seem high-pressure and tense.

"The Commissioner of the executive department encountered fire resistance from the local warlords while performing his mission in South Africa and is requesting the next plan."

An intelligence agent reported that he was sweating anxiously.

It is said to request the next plan, but the background of the actual voice call is gunfire.

"South Africa has two dispatched teams. Which mission has encountered obstacles?"

Schneider's tone is flat, but people familiar with him have felt his dissatisfaction. The report of such an urgent event is not clear enough. The waste of every second may lead to the sacrifice of the Commissioner's life and more serious disasters.

"It was a team led by executive Claude. Their task was to destroy a bronze coffin unearthed from the namaqualan desert, but the target was bought by the local warlord before the commissioners arrived."

The intelligence agent quickly explained.

"Have you tried financial negotiation?"

"Yes, but the other party's offer is too high. It's obviously teasing us. Executive Claude rejected him and is now expelled by force."

"Let Norma mobilize UAV airdrop to supply the team, destroy the target and return."

After that, Schneider no longer pays attention to this task. As for the fate of the warlord after the commissioners of the execution department get supplies, he doesn't care. He only cares about whether the highly dangerous dragon "cultural relics" have been accurately destroyed.

"The British internship Commissioner asked for financial approval to buy an alchemical weapon obtained by local gangs. It is a Tang Hengdao, asking for $240000."

Another intelligence agent reported that it was obvious that he had learned the lessons of his colleagues and summarized the main points in one breath.

"Approve and supplement the formal report afterwards."

Schneider nodded. It's not expensive to buy an alchemy knife with this amount. It's not a matter for Kassel college to use money reasonably.

As for what educators ask students to trade with gangs, it is not within his scope of concern. The executive department is the largest violent organization.

Massive data streams from all over the world gather in this cabin, which is approved and decided by the man who coughs from time to time. He has always been so calm and efficient.

Until he saw a mission implementation report sent by executive hainad, who was on mission in Vietnam.

The conclusion of the mission report was that the target was dead, which did not surprise him. Even on this busy night, he was not ready to look up in detail, but at a glance, he saw a picture of the target's body.

In the photo, the man's fried dough twist arm with a dagger stuck on his neck, and his legs were obviously folded. His face was extremely frightened before death.

There are more than one photos, but also photos of the surrounding environment and other angles of the body.

Even thousands of miles away, he can smell the extreme violence from these photos. The violence is so violent that there is only panic and despair on the face of the class B hybrid that makes the blood out of control.

He looked through the report of the mission and put aside other unimportant mission events.

"Lu Chen..."

The eyes exposed under Schneider's mask were hidden in the shadow, so that the people around him could not see his thoughts.

"Executive hainad asked the team to postpone the date of returning to the college. They need to monitor the teenager."

The intelligence agent said aside that he had just received new information.

Schneider was silent for a few seconds and said, "yes."

Then the room was busy again, and all kinds of noisy voices gathered together, which was destined to be a sleepless night.

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In the early morning, the sun shines through the gap of the shutter, making the tea in the white porcelain cup with a golden halo. In the small dish next to it, there is a sandwich with cheese.

This is a rare incorruptible breakfast for the elderly who sit back at the table.

Kassel college, the president's office, across a large desk, Schneider, who looked tired, sat opposite the old man.

"Would you like some breakfast? Or some new tea. The West Lake Longjing purchased this time has a girl like fragrance."

The old man with silver and white hair sat upright slightly, his straight black suit set off his tall and straight figure, and a monocle hung on his right eye, adding a bit of academic flavor to him.

Hilbert Give Way. Ange, the current president of Kassel college, is highly respected and respected.

"No, I'll have a rest when I go back. You'd better read this report first."

Schneider pushed a task report to ange opposite.

"Hard work."

Angre took over the report and began to review it. In fact, Schneider's physical condition is not suitable for this kind of work of "staying up late on duty", but if Schneider gives up his duty and goes back to bed, I'm afraid it's the real inability to sleep at night.

"Haide did a good job."

After reading, ange only gave this evaluation.

"What about the boy?"

Schneider was obviously asking the headmaster's opinion.

"He is innocent, isn't he? He doesn't show an abnormal tendency of violence in communication. He should be a good child."

Angre made a conclusion easily in one sentence.

Schneider gave angre a silent look. After seeing the target body, did he still say that the boy was a "good boy"?

"Isn't it too dangerous?"

Schneider still said, wondering whether he was asking angre or himself.

"The secret party needs fresh blood. I'm old. There must be new leaders to stand up, such as Caesar, who just succeeded the student president, and the boy who destroyed the enemy with violence without words and spirit... Moreover, don't you already have an answer in your heart before you come to me? You can't know who we are."

Angre said, picked up the white porcelain cup and drank a mouthful of new tea.

"I see. I'll look after him."

Schneider nodded, got up and left the headmaster's office.

Yes, he already had the answer. As long as the boy is not a pure blood dragon, it is a sharp blade that can be polished. They are people holding knives. How can they be afraid that the knives are too sharp?