From the dragon race to penetrate the world

Chapter 7 Conversations in the Academy
Lu Chen originally had a lot of things he wanted to ask, but the people in the executive department said that they would still have to deal with the follow-up.

He also knew that there was no hurry, so he rushed back to the martial arts hall in "memory" before dawn.

As for those who followed him later, he should not know.

Back at the martial arts hall, he began to study the high-tech game that he got from the executive department, the mobile phone.

Hmm...he had never been exposed to such a high-end thing before.

In his original world, the technology of the great powers in the East was almost an era behind, and the most primitive radio was still used on the battlefield, but he had never even touched that kind of thing.

Every time he went to the battlefield, this kind of thing was done by his little valet. He still remembered that she was a smart and bright Dongying girl.

Lu Chen shook his head and waved those past events out of his mind.

Start tinkering with the new toys in your hands.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of the earth.

The headquarters of Kassel Academy, 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. A five-meter-high virtual earth is suspended in mid-air. As the user gently waves 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 man with an in-line respirator mask, was coughing non-stop, as if to cough up blood from his lungs. Such a man should have been lying in the intensive care unit, but now he is Standing there, the violent cough did not affect his upright standing.

Von Schneider, Minister of the Executive Department, is on duty today.

There are more than a dozen red lights flickering on the surface of the blue earth, and the alarm sounds are one after another. High pressure and tense.

"The Commissioner of the Enforcement Department encountered fire resistance from the local warlords during his mission in South Africa and is requesting the next steps."

An intelligence officer reported, sweating profusely.

Said to be requesting the next step, but the background of the actual voice call was already full of gunfire.

"South Africa has two dispatch teams. Which mission is holding back?"

Schneider's tone was flat, but those who knew him had already felt his dissatisfaction. Such an emergency was not reported clearly enough, and every second wasted could lead to the sacrifice of the commissioner's life and a more serious disaster.

"It was a team led by Executive Claude. Their task 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 financial negotiation?"

"Yes, but the other party's offer was too high. It was obviously teasing us. The Claude executive rejected him, and now he has been expelled by force."

"Let Norma mobilize the drone to supply 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 supplies, he did not care. He only cared about whether the extremely dangerous dragon "artifact" was destroyed.

"The intern commissioner in the United Kingdom requested funding approval to purchase an alchemical weapon that was hacked and helped by the locals, a Tang Hengdao, and the asking price was 24 US dollars."

Another intelligence agent reported that he had obviously learned the lessons of his colleagues just now and summed up the main points in one breath.

"Approve, and make a formal report later."

Schneider nodded. It is not expensive to buy an alchemy knife at such an amount. It is not a problem for Cassell College to be able to use money reasonably to clear the way.

As for educators asking students to deal with gangsters or something, it is not within his scope of concern. The enforcement department is the largest violent institution.

Massive data flows from all over the world converge 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 Executive Haynard, who was on a 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 wasn't going to look up any further details, but he saw a photo of the target's corpse at a glance.

The rickety man in the photo had a twisted right arm holding a dagger in his neck. His legs were obviously broken, and his face was extremely frightened before he died.

There is not only one photo, but also the surrounding environment, as well as photos of the corpse from other angles.

Even though he was separated by thousands of miles, he could smell the extreme violence in these photos. The violence was so violent that there was only panic and despair on the face of this B-class mixed race whose bloodline was out of control.

He flipped through the report of this mission, and put aside other less important mission events.

"Lu Chen..."

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

"Executive Haynard asked the team to delay the return date to the academy, they need to monitor the boy."

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

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

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

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In the early morning, the sun shines through the gaps of the blinds, giving the tea leaves in the white porcelain cups a golden halo, and in the small saucer next to them is a sandwich with cheese.

For the old man sitting back at the table, this is a rare clean breakfast.

Kassel College, the principal's office, separated by a large desk, the tired Schneider and the old man sat opposite each other.

"Want to have some breakfast? Or some new tea. The West Lake Longjing purchased this time has a girly fragrance."

The silver-haired old man sat upright slightly, his straight black suit set off his tall and straight figure, and a monocle hung on his right eye, which gave him a bit of an academic atmosphere.

Hilbert Jean Angers, the current president of Kassel Academy, 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 opposite.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Angers took over the report and began to review it. In fact, Schneider's physical condition was not suitable for such "staying up on duty" work, but if Schneider gave up his duties and returned to bed, it would be the real sleeplessness.

"Hainard did a great job."

After reading it, Angers only gave this evaluation.

"What about that boy?"

Schneider was clearly asking for the principal's opinion.

"His background is very innocent, isn't he, and there is no abnormal tendency to violence in his communication, so he should be a good boy."

Angers made a conclusion easily in one sentence.

Schneider glanced at Angers silently. After reading the target's body, did he still say that the boy was a "good boy"?

"Won't it be too dangerous?"

Schneider still said, whether he was asking Angers or asking himself.

"The secret party needs fresh blood. I'm already old, and there will always be new leaders to stand up, such as the Caesar who just succeeded the student council president, and another example, this young man who used violence to destroy the enemy without words... And, Didn't you already have the answer in your heart before you came to me? You can't know who we are."

Angers said, took a sip of new tea from the white porcelain cup.

"I know, I will be optimistic about him."

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

Yes, he already had the answer himself. As long as the boy wasn't a pure-blooded dragon, it was a sharp blade that could be polished. They were the ones who held knives, so how could they be afraid that the knives would be too sharp?

(End of this chapter)