Chapter 7 Conversation in the Academy
Lu Chen originally wanted to ask a lot, but the people in the executive department said that he had to deal with the follow-up, and asked him to go back to the martial arts hall to wait for the news, saying that he would know when he arrived at the academy.
He also knew that there was no rush, so he rushed back to the martial arts gym in his "memory" before dawn.
As for those who followed him later, he pretended not to know.
Back at the martial arts school, he began to study the high-tech gadgets he got from the executive department, the mobile phone.
Hmm...he's never touched anything this high-end before.
In his original world, the technology of the great eastern powers was simply an era behind, and the most primitive radios were still used on the battlefield, but he had never even come into contact with that kind of thing.
Every time he goes to the battlefield, this kind of thing is done by his little follower. He still remembers that she was a clever girl from Japan, who didn't speak Chinese very fluently, and she was not very fluent until the end.
Lu Chen shook his head, shaking those past events out of his mind.
Start tinkering with the fresh toys in your hands.
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the planet.
Kassel College Headquarters, the central control room on the second floor of the library, brightly lit.
In the center of the room is a giant 3D projection. A five-meter-high virtual earth is suspended in the air. With the user gently waving his hand, the earth will quickly rotate to the position he wants to see. It feels like a god is playing with his own creation. Power and power are in the palm of your hand.
However, its user, a person wearing a built-in respirator mask is coughing uncontrollably, as if he was about to cough up the blood in his lungs. Such a person should be lying in the intensive care unit, but he is now Standing there, the severe cough did not affect his upright standing posture.
Von Schneider, the head of the executive department, is on duty today.
There are more than a dozen red lights flashing on the surface of the blue earth, and the alarm sounds one after another. The sound of high-speed typing on the keyboard, the hiss of the printer, and the sound of mechanical telegraph deciphering come together to make the atmosphere in the room seem High pressure and tense.
"The commissioner of the Executive Department encountered fire resistance from local warlords while performing tasks in South Africa, and is requesting the next step."
An intelligence officer reported, sweating profusely.
It is said that it is asking for the next step, but the background of the actual voice call is already full of gunfire.
"There are two dispatch teams in South Africa, which mission encountered obstacles?"
Schneider's tone was calm, but those who knew him already felt his dissatisfaction. The reporting of such an urgent matter was not clear enough. Every second of time wasted could lead to the loss of the commissioner's life and even more serious disasters.
"A team led by Executive Cloud. Their mission was to destroy a bronze coffin unearthed in the Namaqualand Desert, but before the commissioners arrived, the target was bought by the local warlord."
The intelligence officer quickly explained.
"Have you tried funding negotiations?"
"Yes, but the other party's offer is too high, obviously teasing us. Executive Claude rejected him, and now he is being expelled by force."
"Let Norma mobilize the drone airdrop to resupply the team, destroy the target and return."
After all, Schneider no longer paid attention to this task. As for the fate of the warlord after the commissioners of the executive department received the supplies, he didn't care. He only cared about whether the extremely dangerous "relic" of the dragon clan was destroyed.
"The intern commissioner in the UK requested funding approval, and wanted to purchase an alchemy weapon obtained by the local gangsters. It was a Tang Hengdao, and the asking price was 240,000 U.S. dollars."
Another intelligence agent reported that he obviously learned the lesson from his colleagues just now and summed up the main points in one breath.
"Approve, make up the official report afterward."
Schneider nodded. It is not expensive to buy an alchemy knife with this amount, and it is not a problem for Kassel College to use the money reasonably.
As for educators asking students to trade with gangsters, it is not within his concern. The Executive Department is the largest violent institution.
Massive amounts of data flow from all over the world are gathered in this hut, and the man who coughs from time to time approves and decides one by one. He has always been so calm and efficient.
Until he saw a mission execution report, which was sent by the executive Heinard who was on mission in Vietnam.
The general conclusion of the mission report was that the target was dead, which didn't surprise him. Even on this busy night, he didn't plan to look up the details, but in a blink of an eye, he saw a photo of the target's corpse.
In the photo, the crooked man's twist-like right arm held a dagger and stuck it on his neck, his legs were obviously broken, and his face looked extremely terrified before he died.
There was more than one photo, and the surrounding environment and photos of the corpse from other angles were also taken.
Even though it was tens of thousands of miles away, he could smell the extreme violence in these photos, so violent that the face of this B-rank mixed race with out-of-control blood was filled with panic and despair.
He flipped through the report of this mission, and even put aside other less important mission events.
"Lu Chen..."
The eyes exposed by Schneider's mask were hidden in the shadows, so that those around him could not see his thoughts.
"Executive Hynard requested that the team delay the date of returning 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, "Quite."
Then the room became busy again, and all kinds of noisy voices gathered together. This was destined to be a sleepless night.
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In the early morning, the sun shines through the gaps in the blinds, giving the tea in the white porcelain cup a golden halo, and in 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, Schneider and the old man sat opposite each other with a tired expression.
"Would you like some breakfast? Or some new tea, the West Lake Longjing we purchased this time has a girly fragrance."
The silver-haired old man sat slightly upright, his straight black suit set off his tall and straight figure, and a monocle hung over his right eye, giving him a bit of an academic atmosphere.
Hilbert Jean Angers, the current president of Kassel College who is highly respected and respected.
"No, I'll rest when I go back, you'd better read this report first."
Schneider pushed a mission report to Angers on the opposite side.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Anger took over the report and began to review. In fact, Schneider's physical condition is not suitable for this kind of "staying up on duty" work, but if Schneider gives up his duties and returns to bed, it may be the real sleepless night.
"Heinard did a great job."
After reading it, Angers only gave this evaluation.
"Where's that boy?"
Schneider was apparently asking the principal for his opinion.
"He is very innocent, isn't he, and he didn't show any unusual violent tendencies in his communication, so he should be a good boy."
Ange easily came to a conclusion with one sentence.
Schneider glanced at Ange silently. After seeing the target's corpse, did he still say that the boy was a "good boy"?
"Isn't it too dangerous?"
Schneider still spoke, not sure if he was asking Angers or himself.
"The Secret Party needs fresh blood. I'm old, and there must always be a new leader to stand up, such as Caesar who just succeeded the student council president, or this young man who destroyed the enemy with violence without using words... and, Before you came to me, didn't you already have the answer in your heart? Who are we, you know very well. "
As Angers said, he picked up the white porcelain cup and took a sip of the new tea.
"I know, I will be optimistic about him."
Schneider nodded, got up and left the principal's office.
Yes, he himself already had the answer. As long as the boy is not a pure-blooded dragon, he is a sharp blade that can be sharpened. They are the ones who hold the knife, so why are they afraid that the knife is too sharp?