Dragon Clan: Restart your life

[90% is the original text, free chapters, compiled, this plot is very interesting, I replayed Dragon II n times without skipping this section, if you are really not interested, please don’t miss the last section]

[Originally I thought so...but I was informed that free chapters cannot cover such a wide range of original texts. I can only deal with the latest free chapters like revising papers. Damn, I have been revising papers recently, and I have experienced being dominated by revised papers again. fear]

In the hilly terrain of northern Illinois, railroad tracks cut an iron-colored line into the wilderness, pointing straight ahead.

The CC1000 branch line special express train runs on this railway track.

The middle-aged man looked out and saw the vegetation changing colors from dark green to golden to reddish brown, as bright as neon.

It was early fall, and after several cautious emergency meetings, the school board contacted the Department of Education and sent out the investigation team.

Andrew Gattuso, the leader of the investigation team, calmly and dignifiedly admired the magnificent scenery outside the window, with ups and downs in his heart.

"These trouble-making guys make a lot of money every time they fight!" he said to himself while looking out the window.

As the chief financial officer of the Gattuso family, he is also a mixed race. Unfortunately, his spiritual ability is limited and he is not inclined to fight.

This time he was appointed as the team leader and went to observe the Kassel Academy, the secret party's largest investment project. He was very happy.

Imagine an old accountant who has worked hard for decades, suddenly transformed into an imperial envoy, and with the support of the elders of the secret party, he went to the college to inspect the college with dignity. How comfortable it is.

The importance of the academy is unquestionable.

Among the family-owned businesses, the college is the most expensive institution, but it is more important than all the family's money-making institutions.

The academy is filled with elites from all walks of life, all of whom are of mixed race.

As a hybrid who has never set foot in the academy, never sat down with the tenured professors and gained their recognition, no matter how successful you are in the human world, you will still be nothing more than a second-rate person in the world of hybrids, not worth mentioning.

And today, he finally got the chance to change this rating!

He did not go on a pilgrimage to the college, but obtained the highest authorization from the school board to impeach the powerful principal in the college who was disobedient to the school board.

He will show his talents, his critical thinking, his sense of logic, and his touching eloquence in front of the elites of the mixed-race world!

Andrew Gattuso, this name will become a legal genius among mixed races. The code he holds is the sacred "Abraham Bloodline", and he will be recorded in history!

"We will arrive at the terminal in five minutes, and the train has begun to slow down." The young secretary walked into the carriage and bowed slightly.

Andrew immediately corrected his sitting posture and expression, and looked back at the secretary coldly.

He has many years of experience in multinational companies and knows that a good leader must be dignified, and the best way to be dignified is to have a paralyzed face and not show expressions to subordinates easily.

Although this secretary is not his subordinate, he is the secretary assigned by Mr. Frost Gattuso, who is said to be a young man who can be trained.

But you should be especially serious with young people you don’t know.

Otherwise, they will relax their attitude towards you because they think you are a talkative superior.

"Are you all ready with the information, Patsy?" Andrew asked.

"Ready, sir," Patsy replied in elegant Italian.

Andrew wasn't too fond of Patsy's hair style.

The secretary combed his beautiful blond hair into long bangs that covered his eyes so that Andrew couldn't see his eyes clearly.

Andrew felt it was very bad to look directly at his boss insincerely.

"Have you notified the school of the exact time of our arrival?" Andrew adjusted his collar.

"We have been notified. The school said they will greet us at the station."

"Very good, you are very attentive." Andrew generously expressed his encouragement to the young man, "Is the school's mood still stable?"

Andrew imagined that the old guy who had occupied the principal's seat for nearly a hundred years would feel like a thunderbolt once he heard that the school board was openly investigating him, right?

"You can't hear that on the phone."

"As members of the investigation team, we will seriously inspect the operation of Cassel College this time to ensure that every penny spent by the school board is used effectively. If there is waste, violation of regulations, or errors in educational principles, we will It will be dealt with seriously in accordance with the school board charter. We represent the school board and we have the highest authority!"

Andrew said in a lecturing tone,

"So everything is official. You are the secretary and the important interface. I don't want you to have separate contact with people in the college outside of work."

"Mr. Andrew, our main target is still the student named Chu Zihang." Passi reminded, "If the scope of the investigation expands, I'm worried that there will not be enough manpower and time."

"That student with bad records?" Andrew frowned, "His matter has been decided!"

"But to impeach the president, the school board alone is not enough. All tenured professors need to vote. Can our attitude be softened before President Angers is found to be derelict in his duties?"

"Mellow?" Andrew said coldly, "We already have enough evidence about Angers!"

"One is the president of the Lionheart Club, a student leader, and the other is the principal. If he acts inappropriately," Passi said softly, "I'm worried that the students' emotions will get out of control."

Andrew sneered, not bothering to comment on Patsy's childish concerns.

What if students lose control of their emotions? Fighting the school board? riot?

The School Board, or the Secret Party Presbyterian Council, itself is the most powerful violent institution!

"We will show clear evidence." Andrew answered coldly, "We will also visit the heads of various departments and the heads of various committees in the college during this trip. You have to arrange the schedule for me."

This is very important. The mainstream of the college is still the deans of departments, and the tenured professors are the backbone of the college.

"Understood," Patsy said.

"I hope to have a friendly meeting with Principal Angers, but if Principal Angers does not cooperate with the school board's investigation, I do not have to meet with him."

Andrew said forcefully.

The school board had strong opinions on Angers, which gave him the strength to be tough.

"clear."

"The representative of the student association is also someone I want to meet."

"clear."

"The original intention of the establishment of Kassel Academy was to establish a military academy for the Dragon Clan. Now it is time for it to get back on track!"

Andrew stood up suddenly at the sound of the pit whistle.

"It's my working time now!"

He straightened his collar and straightened his cheeks, like a warrior about to go to war, sacrificing his life generously.

He strode out of the station, but was caught off guard by the oncoming wave of enthusiasm.

"Welcome, welcome! Warmly welcome!"

“Welcome the school board’s investigation team to visit and provide guidance.”

"Teacher Andrew, thank you for your hard work!"

As soon as Andrew took a step out of the carriage, he was greeted by cheers like this.

what happened?

Andrew looked confused.

Something seems wrong. Did you stop at the wrong station?

Or is he hallucinating?

Shouldn't it be the principal standing next to the black car with a sad expression, cautiously waiting for his imperial envoy holding Shang Fang's sword?

But there was no black car in front of him, and Angers looked sad, only a gorgeous and trendy float!

The floats were hung with colorful flags and banners. The boys and girls on the platform held flowers in their hands, and their smiles were as bright as the flowers in their hands.

What a group of flowers of the motherland!

A middle-aged uncle suddenly appeared next to him. When Andrew was confused, he hugged him.

The middle-aged man, wearing a bright red Hawaiian shirt and plastic-framed sunglasses, stood up and hugged him!

Andrew just felt dizzy.

Have you entered the wrong space?

Is it the wrong way to get off the car?

He had the urge to return to the train and close the door and open it again, but unfortunately the other party did not give him a chance.

Andrew had no chance to close the car door, because the sloppy uncle hugged him deeply into his arms...

The uncle slapped him hard on the back, as if to relieve his cough.

The strong smell of alcohol on the other party made Andrew dizzy, and a beautiful girl appeared next to him and put a Hawaiian-style lei on him.

He was surrounded and stumbled onto the red and green float.

"Is this...is this a kidnapping?" Andrew was shocked and angry. Was he about to be kidnapped before he entered the academy?

Patsy quickly followed and said in Andrew's ear: "This is the motorcade sent by the college to greet you. This uncle is probably...Mr. Vice-Principal."

"Vice principal?" Andrew's mind went blank.

He carefully read the documents related to the college, but is there such a thing as a "vice principal" in this college?

Andrew had not seen the vice-chancellor's signature on any document!

"He's the night watchman," Patsy whispered. "The title is vice-principal. It's a false title and he's not responsible for any specific work."

The words "night watchman" startled Andrew.

He began to look at this figure who was between a sloppy uncle and a sloppy grandpa, and felt that his spirit was shocked.

The number two figure in the academy, the "Night Watcher", is an important figure in the secret party hidden in the academy. Before Andrew came, he studied him specifically and obtained the photo. Although it was taken in Bolivia in 1934...

But no matter how time flies and time flies, it won't turn a beautiful man into a tragedy, right?

What about that handsome, sculptural face? What about the tall Greek nose? What about those long, curly hair that's somewhere between libertine and rock n' roll? What about the look between coquettishness and innocence that charms everyone from young women to old ladies?

Time is really a butcher's knife!

The vice-principal came up and nodded vigorously, full of enthusiasm and indignation, "But since I expected you to come here, I already thought I should touch him! He lives as long as a tortoise! ​​It made me the vice-principal for so many years!"

Hundreds of boys and girls raised bouquets in their hands and surrounded the float. The float moved slowly, and there was a buzz of people. Balloons and ribbons were flying in the air, and there was the faint sound of champagne being opened. It seemed that they were all very happy about the investigation team's arrival. Make this survey a grand garden party for the college.

"Are the students in good spirits?" The vice-principal said with a proud face and a thumbs up, "I know the investigation team will be satisfied!"

He didn't give Andrew any chance to answer at all. He raised his arms and said, "Hello, classmates! Thank you for your hard work, classmates!"

The students responded loudly, "Hello, teacher! Teacher is the hardest..."

At this time, Andrew had no idea that this welcome party was just the beginning. The vice-principal carefully prepared a series of finale dramas for him!

The long-awaited Principal Hilbert Jean Angers did not show up at all, let alone afternoon tea, because according to the vice-principal himself, he suffered from severe pharyngitis and was unable to show up.

Due to such tragic reasons, the hospitable vice-principal could only take the initiative to take over all the reception work.

"You come to investigate him, he has emotions in his heart!" the vice-principal sighed privately and told Andrew.

"Let's leave him alone, mentioning him will spoil the fun! It's not easy to come here. You need to eat well and drink well. Young people should stay away from outsiders and go for a walk." The vice-principal held Andrew's hand tightly, as if he was afraid of this A little white rabbit ran away.

The dinner was authentic Chinese style. The appetizer is Malantou shredded tofu salad, the main course is open oven roast duck, and the soup is hot and sour soup with dumplings.

The sommelier filled everyone's plates with a highly potent liquor called Erguotou.

The vice-principal enthusiastically hugged Andrew and took the seat.

"If you don't drink with me, I won't help you get angry. You have to give me face!" The vice-principal spoke righteously and showed his sincerity towards the school board.

Andrew never thought that the pure and transparent liquid in front of him would be so spicy.

When the vice-principal raised his glass and said, "Let's go one by one," he thought it was some kind of custom and imitated the vice-principal's example and raised his head to drink a small drink.

"Good drinker!" The vice-principal gave a thumbs up and praised the young man for his ignorance.

So the next program was to open bottles of Erguotou, and the vice-principal acted with great pride, just like opening champagne at a grand wedding.

Andrew could only accept this kindness, because the vice president also invited the deans of departments and tenured professors to accompany him.

In Andrew's plan, these people were all prepared to "differentiate and win over" before he came.

He could only muster the courage to imitate the vice-principal and carry a small glass flask, and drink from them one by one.

"Mr. Vice-Principal, you... seem to be French?"

The shaken Andrew finally realized that this reception was basically the style of Chinese towns and villages welcoming leaders for inspection. He had once visited China to inspect the investment environment on behalf of the consortium.

"Yes, I was born and raised in Paris," the vice-principal glared, "You think I have a bit of a Chinese sentiment, don't you? During World War II, I worked with Chennault in China on the Flying Tigers. I lived there for more than ten years, and I can also sing Chinese folk songs..."

So the excited vice-principal sang several songs. The only lyrics that Andrew could remember were "When friends come, there is good wine. If the jackal comes, he will be greeted with shotguns..."

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the next day.

Andrew, who was still hungover, was directly woken up by a phone call from the excited vice-principal, who invited him to visit the college's special project, radio gymnastics. It was said that this was the advanced experience the vice-principal learned during China's war against Japan.

It is said that the Chinese education in this college in the past ten years also came from the proposal of the vice president.

…

The program on the third day was to visit the award ceremony of "Three Good Students", which is also a Chinese education tradition.

The awarding process was serious yet lively. Andrew always maintained a kind and gentle smile in order to leave a good impression on the younger generation.

But at the end, he finally couldn't hold it any longer...

Because Andrew discovered that this year's "Three Best Students" turned out to be Chu Zihang! ! !

The reason given by the vice-principal is that the three good criteria are good pedigree, good grades and good moral character.

Lu Mingfei, the only S-level student in the college, was dismissed because of his poor grades. Caesar Gattuso was dismissed for the same reason. The vice-principal lamented that the two brothers were really inseparable...

In the end, Chu Zihang and Chen Motong both had no choice but to win the award.

The vice-principal personally presented the award to Chen Motong, and Chu Zihang's award was awarded to Andrew on behalf of the principal. Andrew was so angry that he was shaking, but he had to follow the note the vice-principal gave him and talked a lot about Chu Zihang in public. Good words…

Because the audience was not only filled with students, but also many tenured professors. He could not throw the table and leave. This would leave a very bad impression on these people and affect their plans.

He can only endure the humiliation and bear the burden!

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On the fourth day, the vice-principal took him to visit the college’s deep water certificate examination.

Andrew said he didn't understand why this kind of Marine Corps special training program appeared at Kassel Academy.

The professional explanation given by the vice-principal is that the dragons like to set up their hiding places in all kinds of incredible places, such as underwater.

The annihilation of the King of Bronze and Fire was thanks to two students with excellent water skills. Therefore, the deep water certificate is very necessary. Those who cannot pass the test will naturally not get the diploma. Each student must swim in four swimming styles in a standard swimming pool. Swim ten thousand meters.

Lu Mingfei was also present at that time. When he heard this sentence, he broke out in a sweat, thinking about Four Postures and Ten Thousand Meters. If he didn't have the Nibelungen Plan in his previous life, wouldn't he be the next Fingel?

With the kindness of the vice-principal, Andrew put on swimming trunks and sat on the lounge chair by the pool with the old man, drinking Erguotou with ice and admiring the girls jumping into the water, wearing uniform white bikinis and lotus-like arms. Between the ups and downs, a pool full of clear water opened up.

"Doesn't it look good?" The vice-principal was beaming and whispered in his ear, "The girls in our college are getting better and better!"

Andrew lost, he knew he was completely defeated!

His outlook on life was on the verge of collapse in the past few days. He had no idea what kind of people his family had raised in this college through their investment over the years!

Shouldn't he be a landmark figure in the scientific community?

Or the Tarzan Beidou of the occult?

Or is he a specialist in the executive department who travels all over the world and has a will as strong as steel?

This is supposed to be a sacred academic palace that all mixed races admire, but in addition to the coquettish and hegemonic principal, there is also an even more coquettish and wretched vice-principal!

After vomiting blood, Andrew was extremely angry and called Frost Gattuso in Rome.

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At midnight, Patsy, the secretary of the investigation team, sat in the darkness and took a deep breath.

After getting into the best state, Patsy opened the notebook.

The dim light of the notebook illuminated his face, and the flat lenses reflected rows of flashing dark green characters.

He took out an envelope. Inside the envelope was a silver-white metal card.

It was a pure piece of metal, with no exposed chips and no magnetic strips. Patsy's fingers swept across the surface of the card, feeling the subtle lines.

The special card slot has been connected to the USB port of the notebook. Patsy gently inserted the metal card. After a few seconds, the interface refreshed. This is an extremely crude-looking interface, with simple color blocks and rough-edged text without any artistic modification. It is the most primitive engineering style. The reason why the network backend of Kassel College is rough is not because it is not high enough, but because there are too few people who know how to use it.

People who can use this page don't care about aesthetics, they just care about permissions.

——Highest authority.

"Mr. Frost, I'm connected to Norma," Patsy turned on the speakerphone of her phone, "I'm waiting for your orders at any time."

"Very good," Frost Gattuso's stern voice sounded, "you have obtained the highest authority of Norma, which is given to you by the white card. You can now access every corner of Norma, while others I can't find your access record. But remember, you have to use this power with caution. Originally, I shouldn't have given you the white card for safekeeping, but they were so shameless that they cut off the Internet, so I had to let you stay in the academy. Internal login."

"Yes, sir."

Just this afternoon in Rome, Frost was suddenly unable to connect with Norma as usual.

To be precise, Internet communications were disrupted across the North American continent and Europe.

Reuters reports that the Atlantic submarine cable may have been bitten by a sperm whale.

But Frost knew clearly the ins and outs of this incident.

Just hours before the cable outage, the inquiry announced its decision to hold a hearing.

When the cable was interrupted, the tugboat "Monyach", a meritorious tugboat that had implemented the "Bronze Project", passed through that sea area by coincidence...

Frost once again overestimated the limits of those two old guys!

He was not wrong, what was wrong was that his opponent was completely beyond the limits of human beings!

"We have been unable to decrypt some of the data in Norma's memory. Once Angers is dismissed as principal, we will take over Norma. And they will definitely delete the data first. They have two black cards of the principal and deputy principal. But you are now holding a white card and have supreme authority! First, set the data to 'read-only' attribute, and then start the backup."

"Understood." Patsy's fingers danced rapidly on the keyboard, like a peerless dancer dancing on a hot iron plate.

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Late night, central control room.

All entrances and exits were locked, and the experts from the executive department who had been stationed here for many years were temporarily invited to work in the conference hall of the "Hall of Valor", giving up the most complete command center in Kassel College.

Just because "King of Paparazzi" Fingel needs this control room.

This control room is the only command center in the college that can bypass the authority of "Norma". The two black cards of Angers and Night Watch are left in the card slots. The dual authorization of the principal and vice-principal ensures that tonight Nothing that happens in that room is stored on Norma's hard drive matrix, that super-storage repository deep beneath Cassel College that's so huge that it could hold high-profile versions of every movie in history.

In fact it's actually chock-full of HD versions of various movies...

Students were happy to exchange pirated movies they scraped from everywhere.

The cipher machine printed at high speed, making a crisp "pop" sound; high-definition pictures were downloaded from servers around the world, and the printouts were stapled to the decrypted files.

The video is projected in the center of the hall in 3D. If this is a performance of "The Matrix", all this information is represented by a cool dark green digital stream. Then a large number of servers around the world are pushing the digital frenzy through thin optical cables. The man in the center of this control room, the numbers are overwhelming like a tide, like a Wagner opera, as grand as all the rivers returning to the sea!

The man put his feet up on the expensive walnut desk for a long time, drank a can of Coke, read the documents one by one, and threw them out one after another. The printing paper was scattered around like soft white snow.

"Beast!" He shook his head and threw out a document.

"Violent maniac!" He sighed and threw out another one.

"Too arrogant!" He tutted repeatedly.

"Is this okay?" He widened his eyes and slammed a document on the table, "How much does Professor Schneider prefer Chu Zihang? Even such immoral things have helped him suppress it!"

The document was the front-page headline of the New York Times in April 2009, "Serial murder case of pregnant woman ends in bloody way."

The accompanying picture shows a human figure covered in blood lying dead in front of the main entrance of the hospital.

The front door of that hospital is a ten-meter-high glass curtain wall. The deceased seemed to be pierced through the heart at the moment he was in the air, and all the blood in his body was sprayed to the back under the heavy pressure, just like a huge spray paint can was sprayed on that glass curtain wall. A splash of red was sprayed on it.

"Boss, the comment is inappropriate. It's not 'immoral' but 'violent and cruel'..." A younger brother next to him reminded me tactfully.

"The mission report is here. This is the seventh mission performed by Chu Zihang. A dangerous target with dragon blood killed a pregnant woman hospitalized in a hospital in Brooklyn, New York, and dissected the fetus about to be born. According to analysis, it was used In the alchemy experiment. Chu Zihang disguised himself as a pregnant woman and stayed in the hospital for eleven days. He discovered the criminal who was acting as an ambulance driver. During the fight between the two parties, the other party's speech spirit was poisonous No. 47. 'Deep Blood', Chu Zihang took extreme measures to prevent the target from releasing the spirit spirit. He threw a knife in the air and penetrated the target's chest... He was demerited for formulating an action plan without authorization. There is probably also a visual of the scene he left behind. The effect was too tragic and the impact was not good. It is said that Disney is already planning to produce an animated film based on this incident..."

"What animated movie is so bloody?" another boy exclaimed.

""Bloody Justice: The Fall of Superman"... It is said that dark hero themes have been relatively popular recently..."

"Immoral!" Fingel commented harshly again, "I have no problem with him beating that guy who deserved to be killed to a pulp...but he actually went so far as to stay in the hospital with pregnant women for eleven days. Eleven days !Look at the naked bodies of pregnant mothers!”

The boys looked at each other and were silent for a long time, "Boss... this is not the point... the top priority is that we can only use this place for one night! But this guy's criminal record is as high as a floor! It's hard to turn him into a snow-white good student. Just trying to wash the briquettes white!"

"Alas..." Fingel drank up the Coke in one gulp, "Can you guys not mention this thing that makes me despair?"

"Even thinking about the immoral things he did makes me feel happier... Well, I don't mean that I like those immoral things, I mean that we may have taken the wrong PR case. I originally thought I wanted to clear Chu Zi's name Hang only needs to start with various documents in the school, but..."

Fingel sighed with his heart, "It turns out that this guy is a complete lunatic when performing tasks, and he is very performative. He basically leaves some material for the media to report every time, such as this tire thief who is popular Way to die. The news media will make earth-shattering news even if it’s a big deal, let alone the real story, the huge news effect is difficult to erase. Look what else this guy has done? He made peace in Cape Town The entire building was destroyed! Junyan was also used on the ruins, and high-risk equipment developed by the executive department was used to create the effect of sparks hitting the ground. The shock wave with high-temperature flames instantly turned the clothes of people within a radius of 500 meters to ashes! Fortunately, there were no innocent people The person was injured..."

"Boss, I have to point out that this is not the worst... It would be fine if what he flattened was just an empty and dangerous building or something. The one he flattened was the Cape Town Baseball Center, and that night was the South African leg of the Linkin Park global tour. On that day, countless spectators were waiting outside, preparing to enter, but these people had their clothes burned off in an instant and witnessed the whole process..." The younger brother's luck revealed a deep despair.

"If it were explained as a collective hallucination of tens of thousands of people... probably no one would believe it, right?" Fingel pondered.

Another boy continued to read along with the document:

"In the 'Night Wanderer' serial murder case in Stockholm in April 2010, the murderer was contaminated by dragon blood and transformed into a 'Deadpool'. Chu Zihang had an encounter with him before early morning and hung him with a noose. The scene of death in front of the City Hall was very religious, and many people believed that this was God's punishment for the murderers, and even the Pope came in person and said a grand mass for the victims."

"In December 2009, in the Hancock Building in Chicago, Chu Zihang used a weapon that the Equipment Department claimed was still in the 'experimental stage' - the 'Dragon Breath of Light and Dust', which directly destroyed the 13th to 15th floors. The door on the first floor. Originally it was considered to be a reliable and portable individual combat equipment, such as a pistol, but it turned out that its ultimate effect was a high-intensity shock wave. After the operation, this weapon was remade... and has not been put into actual combat again. ."

"He's enough!" Fingel sighed, putting his hands into his messy hair.

The atmosphere became tense.

Everyone here used to consider themselves masters of washing coal balls, but this time, the paparazzi still lowered their heads in front of this mountain of cases, and their morale inevitably dropped.

Things within the academy are easy to talk about, but when the matter escalates to the news media, it becomes difficult to deal with, because they can neither take back millions of newspapers and destroy them, nor can they brainwash people all over the world.

"We might as well deny it! The perverted killer stabbed in the air or the collapsed Cape Town baseball stadium may not have anything to do with Chu Zihang, right?"

A paparazzi suddenly stood up and decided to make a desperate move. He even spoke with a desperate tone.

"It's just that Chu Zihang happened to appear somewhere to perform the mission at that time. Coincidence! It's all a coincidence! What about going berserk? What about losing control? Nothing at all! The Pentagon has done this kind of thing, and we can do it too. Send out agents Why are some small countries in Latin America planning to rebel against the military, and then come back and say that we have nothing to do with it, we just happened to send a group to travel somewhere, and we even bought cigars and came back!"

"Childish!" Fingel severely criticized the unsatisfactory paparazzi.

"The key is not whether we admit it or not. Of course we can deny it, but they can investigate based on these case records, and they will inevitably contact Chu Zihang. You have to think about why they want to hold a hearing? This is for the bosses of each department Look, if those old scientists and theologians hiding in the laboratory accept the accusations made by the school board against Chu Zihang, the principal’s words will not work!”

The atmosphere returned to silence.

The slogan of the Department of Public Information is "We have nothing but 18 useful brains."

And these brains are now running like overheated CPUs.

"The best way to prove that Chu Zihang did not do these things is to show that other people did these things." A paparazzi obviously has legal literacy. "The best way to prove that a suspect is innocent is to find out The real murderer."

"You mean framed?" someone asked.

"You can also say that the wording is rough and not elegant enough." The legal paparazzi felt a little ashamed.

"So the problem is that these events are all superpower events, which can be seen at a glance, and the superpower events must be caused by hybrids or dragons," Fingel said to himself, "If it weren't for the madman Chu Zihang who did these , it must be other lunatics who did this..."

"Who are you framing it for?" He looked up at the roof. "If you frame it for certain masters, you will be retaliated for later."

His glasses suddenly lit up, and all the boys raised their heads in surprise. Apparently the boss started to burn!

The kind of heat is like a tabloid reporter photographing a female celebrity swimming in a naturist camp!

"Did you just say that Hollywood is going to make movies?" Fingel turned around.

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The download progress bar slowly exceeds 95%.

This means that all the hidden files on Norma's memory will be backed up on the hard drive prepared by Patsy in advance.

No one can prevent this backup because no one has authority beyond the white card.

White card holders have god-like power within Norma's network, and other users are like ants.

Ants crawl around on the ground all day long, but they don’t know that God is looking down on them.

The traffic in and out of the central control room suddenly began to increase again. It seemed that the paparazzi had regrouped and started working enthusiastically, but they did not know that all the data coming and going was under Patsy's surveillance.

Patsy finally became a little curious. He tried switching to the central control room interface to see what these paparazzi were doing.

"Hi, hello, I don't know who you are, but unfortunately your access must be terminated. Although I'm sorry, there is nothing I can do. Someone with higher authority has given the order."

Suddenly, a high-precision 3D simulated character appeared on the screen. It was a girl wearing a white nightdress, who seemed to be floating in the air, with long curly hair and a full smile.

The contrast between her and the rough interface is sharp, like a full-HD beautiful girl on the PS3 suddenly popping up on the Nintendo Famicom. For a moment Patsy leaned back, as if to escape the weight of her beauty.

He pressed "esc" subconsciously.

This is an emergency operation that interrupts remote control.

He thought he had been invaded, but immediately realized that he could not be invaded.

He is now a god-level existence in Norma's domain. Who can invade the temple?

But "esc" still fails.

In the beautiful girl's bow, the entire page went dark, leaving only the dark red download progress bar. It had reached 98%, but it stopped moving forward and began to regress rapidly.

Patsy reached out and forcibly pulled out the large-capacity hard drive inserted into the read-write slot, but by this time the progress bar had returned to zero.

Patsy knew it was too late, everything he had downloaded had been remotely cleared.

The room was dark, and the white card popped out of the card slot with a "pop" sound.

He was rejected.

He felt himself being enveloped by a shadow.

They did thorough research and collected a lot of information before coming. Moreover, they were directly under the school board of directors and thought they knew the campus well enough.

But from the moment they stepped here and met the legendary vice-principal, unknown things hidden in the darkness of this college began to appear on the stage and surrounded them.

He must break out!

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The first ray of sunlight shone into the central control room.

The entire press department looked as gloomy as a defeated dog, but their eyes were as bright as stars.

They will be a legend in the history of paparazzi. Under the leadership of the great leader Fingel, they will completely break through the lower limit!

Everything from WikiLeaks to Diana's paparazzi car chase case will all be reduced to nothing worth mentioning in the face of their great achievements tonight!

The Kassel News Department is fully functional and not only covers the college. They have close relationships with major media. Under the personal guidance and teachings of the Vice-Chancellor, this team firmly believes that news is the mouthpiece of everything. The resources prepared long ago have been used. After this night, the world will be a little different...

They are confident that they will surprise the investigation team!

Of course, it could be that he was furious, or he was crying.

But who cares?

They don't care anyway, they only care about one thing.

"Boss, you must remember to pay back the money after you graduate successfully!" The younger brothers were all delighted.

"It's easy to talk, and we're treating guests to dinner. We've got enough pig knuckles!" Fingel waved his hand, "We're done! Take away all the equipment we brought! But no paper or any storage equipment is allowed to leave this room. ! Not a word of what happened here tonight is allowed to be spread out! Remember, we are professional paparazzi, we will blow up everything that should be blown to death, and we won’t say a word about anything that shouldn’t be blown!"

Fingel lowered his head and suddenly froze.

A document was accidentally retrieved from the academy's confidential folder, the "Bloodline Files."

He clicked in.

"Application for Marriage to "A" Grade Student Chen Motong (Student Number A09003)" - Applicant "Caesar Gattuso".

Fingel narrowed his eyes.

This is a document with an old-fashioned format. Caesar probably found some template and copied it.

The main content inside is his and Nono's resume, time of acquaintance, and relationship status, as well as a report issued by the Department of Genetic Science of the college, explaining the possibility of unstable genes in the offspring of Caesar and Chen Motong based on blood sample analysis Very small.

The procedures are complete.

It seems that if the principal was not suddenly attacked by the investigation team and all procedures of the college were temporarily suspended, this application might have been approved.

After a few casual glances, Fingel curled his lips and turned it off.

His first thought just now was to print a copy and give it to his junior brother to take a look at so that the guy could be mentally prepared.

But then I thought about it.

It seems unnecessary...

That guy sees things more openly than he does. Now he holds the computer with a crazy smile all day and night. He exchanges emails with people every day. He doesn't know who he is sending them to, but it is definitely not Chen Motong.

Fingel originally wanted to hack this guy's computer, but he followed the clues and discovered that it was actually Norma...

That’s outrageous!

Fingel stood up, put his hands in his trouser pockets and hummed a song of victory.

His steps suddenly stopped.

But...it seems like this guy has really found the person he likes?

He rubbed his chin and began to think about how to get information about the girl.

He was a little sad for no reason.

How come you end up being the only single person in the dormitory?

At the dance tomorrow night... go and see her.

Miss her a little.

Fingel scratched his head and walked out of the central control room.