Lu Chen originally had many questions that he wanted to ask, but the people in the execution department said that they still had to deal with the follow-up and asked him to go back to the martial arts hall to wait for news, saying that they would know when he arrived at the academy.
He also knew that there was no need to rush, so he rushed back to the martial arts gym in his "memory" before dawn.
As for the people who followed him later, he pretended not to know.
Returning to the martial arts gym, he began to study the high-tech gadgets obtained from the Executive Department, the mobile phone.
Hmm... He has never been exposed to such high-end things before.
In his original world, the great powers in the East were simply behind an era in technology. The most primitive radios were still used on the battlefield, but he had never been exposed to even that kind of thing.
Every time he went to the battlefield, this kind of thing was done by his little follower. He still remembered that she was a smart Japanese girl who could not speak Chinese very fluently, and she was not very fluent until the end.
Lu Chen shook his head and put those past events out of his mind.
Start tinkering with new toys in your hands.
…
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world.
Kassel College Headquarters, the central control room on the second floor of the library is brightly lit.
In the center of the room is a giant 3D projection, with a five-meter-high virtual earth suspended in mid-air. As the user gently waves his hand, the earth will quickly rotate to the position he wants to look at. It feels like God is playing with his own creation. The power and power are in the palm of your hand.
However, its user, a person wearing a respirator mask with an embedded respirator, is coughing uncontrollably, as if he wants to cough up all the blood in his lungs. Such a person should be lying in the intensive care unit, but now he is Standing there, his violent coughing did not affect his upright posture.
Von Schneider, head of the executive department, is on night watch today.
There are more than a dozen red lights flashing on the surface of the blue earth, sirens are sounding one after another, the snapping of keyboards at high speed, the hissing of printers, and the clicking of mechanical telegraph deciphering all come together to make the atmosphere in the room seem... High pressure and intense.
"The Commissioner of the Executive Department encountered fire resistance from local warlords while performing a mission in South Africa and is requesting the next step."
An intelligence officer reported the report, sweating profusely.
It was said that he was asking for the next step, but the background of the actual voice call was already full of gunfire.
"There are two dispatch teams in South Africa. Which mission encountered obstacles?"
Schneider's tone was calm, but people who knew him well had already felt his dissatisfaction. Such an urgent incident was not reported clearly enough. Every second wasted may lead to the sacrifice of the commissioner's life and a more serious disaster.
"It was a team led by Executive Officer Claude. Their mission was to destroy a bronze coffin unearthed from the Namaqualand Desert. However, before the commissioners arrived, the target was bought by a local warlord."
The intelligence officer quickly explained.
"Have you tried negotiating for funds?"
"Yes, but the other party's offer was too high, and he was obviously teasing us. Executive Claude rejected him, and now he is being evicted by force."
"Ask Norma to mobilize drone airdrops to supply the team, destroy the target and return."
Having said that, Schneider no longer paid attention to this task. As for the fate of the warlord after the execution department commissioners received the supplies, he did not care. He only cared about whether the extremely dangerous dragon "cultural relic" was accurately destroyed.
"The British trainee commissioner requested funding approval to purchase an alchemy weapon obtained by local gangs. It is a Tang Hengdao with an asking price of US$240,000."
Another intelligence officer reported the report. It was obvious that he had learned the lessons of his colleagues just now and summarized the key points in one breath.
"Approval, we will make a formal report afterwards."
Schneider nodded. It is not expensive to buy an alchemy knife with this amount of money. Reasonable use of money to clear the way is not a problem for Cassel College.
As for educators asking students to deal with gangs, it was not within his scope of concern. The execution department was already the largest violent organization.
Massive data flows from all over the world are gathered in this small room, and are approved and decided one by one by this man who coughs from time to time. He is always so calm and efficient.
Until he saw a mission execution report, which was sent by Executive Officer Heinard who was performing missions in Vietnam.
The general conclusion of the mission report was that the target was dead, which did not surprise him. Even on this busy night, he was not prepared to look at the details, but at a sudden glance, he saw a photo of the target's body.
In the photo, the rickety man's twisted right arm held a dagger and inserted it into his neck. His legs were obviously broken, and his face looked extremely frightened before he died.
There was more than one photo, but also photos of the surrounding environment and the body from other angles.
Even though he was thousands of miles away, he could smell the extreme violence in these photos, so violent that only horror and despair remained on the face of this B-class hybrid with an out-of-control bloodline.
He flipped through the report of this mission and even put aside other less important mission events.
"Lu Chen..."
The eyes exposed under Schneider's mask were hidden in shadow, preventing those around him from seeing his thoughts.
"Executor Haynard requested that the team delay their return to the academy. They need to monitor the boy."
The intelligence officer said on the side that he had just received new information.
Schneider was silent for a few seconds and said, "Yes."
Then the room became busy again, and all kinds of noisy sounds gathered together. It was destined to be a sleepless night.
…
In the early morning, the sun shines through the gaps in the blinds, giving the tea in the white porcelain cup a golden halo. On the small plate next to it is a sandwich with cheese.
For the old man sitting on his back at the table, this is a rare clean breakfast.
Kassel College, the principal's office, across a large desk, a tired-looking Schneider and the old man sat opposite each other.
"Would you like some breakfast? Or some new tea. The West Lake Longjing purchased this time has a girlish fragrance."
The silver-haired old man sat slightly upright. His straight black suit highlighted his tall figure. A monocle hung on his right eye, giving him a somewhat academic atmosphere.
Hilbert Jean Angers, the highly respected and respected current president of Kassel College.
"No, I'll rest later when I get back. You'd better read this report first."
Schneider pushed a mission report to Angers on the opposite side.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Angers took the report and began to review it. In fact, Schneider's physical condition was not suitable for this kind of "late night shift" work, but if Schneider gave up his responsibilities and returned to the hospital, he would probably be really sleepless at night. .
"Heynard did a great job."
After reading it, Angers only gave this evaluation.
"Where's that boy?"
Schneider was obviously asking the principal for his opinion.
"He has a very innocent life experience, isn't he? He has not shown any unusual violent tendencies in his communication. He should be a good boy."
Angers easily made the conclusion in one sentence.
Schneider glanced at Angers silently. After looking at the target's body, did he still say that the boy was a "good boy"
"Isn't it too dangerous?"
Schneider still spoke, not knowing whether he was asking Angers or himself.
"The secret party needs fresh blood. I'm getting old. There will always be new leaders to step forward, such as Caesar, who just succeeded the student council president, and another example, this young man who destroys his enemies with violence without using words or spirits... Moreover, you Didn’t you already have the answer in your mind before you came to me? You know who we are.”
Angers said, picking up the white porcelain cup and taking a sip of the new tea.
"I know, I will keep an eye on him."
Schneider nodded, stood up and left the principal's office.
Yes, he already had the answer himself. As long as the boy is not a pure-blood dragon, it is a sharp blade that can be sharpened. They are the ones holding the knife, so how can they be afraid that the knife is too sharp