Dragon Clan: Restart your life

late at night.

Kassel central control room.

Schneider sat in front of a giant 3D projection, with a 5-meter-high virtual earth suspended in front of him. As long as he waved his hand gently, the earth would quickly turn to the position he wanted to see. It felt like God was playing with his own creation. , giving people the pleasure of lashing out and the joy of having power.

But at this moment, his eyes were full of solemnity, and his eyes quickly swept over the red spots on the earth.

"...Quickly, throw it out and kill it!"

"It's too late, we're making an emergency landing, and I'm afraid we won't be able to kill it if we hit it at the current height!"

"You're stupid! You have to throw it away even if it doesn't kill you, otherwise we will be the ones who die!"

"But if someone from the town below discovers and takes photos and uploads them, we will violate the principle of confidentiality and will be punished..."

"Hey, you little clever guy, do you know that I'm on the phone with the headquarters right now to show my loyalty? You have to survive first and then think about punishment! Stop talking nonsense and throw it away to me! If it's really uploaded to the Internet, I asked my brother to post thousands of replies, the contents of which were similar to 'Hahaha, as we all know pictures can't be photoshopped', 'Don't be stupid, it's almost 2012 and there are still people who believe there are monsters in the world?', 'Can you please stop doing this every day? Making gimmicks and making photos is a waste of everyone’s time, you should be down-to-earth as a human being, do you understand?! Gogogo! Take action!”

"No, we have to make an emergency landing on the lake!"

"Brothers, if you can't swim, please report your number!"

"1!"

"2!"

…

"5!

"Cao, there are six of us in total, are we all fucking landlubbers? Are you worthy of the swimming lessons that the vice-principal has to take? Aren't you a little ashamed? Please apologize to the vice-principal!"

"Captain, I remember you don't know how to do it either..."

"Captain, if you keep talking nonsense, we will drown in the lake!"

"Don't rush me, I've put on the life jacket! I'll count to three, I jump, you jump! 1...jump!"

"Where's 23?!"

"You talk too much, so die for me! Report to the headquarters, the execution department specialists codes C657 to C662 collectively jumped into the lake, the coordinates are... please support! please support! My fiancée is still in the country waiting for me to get married, my dear father Hey, you can’t leave her a widow!”

"boom!"

…

…

When the final explosion came.

The jubilant communication channel finally fell silent.

Schneider pulled up C657's personal file with an expressionless face. After seeing the column "While in school, he served as deputy minister of the Ministry of Information. He has a tough style and outstanding abilities. He has won many awards...", he was relieved. nodded.

To be honest, the situation is very serious, and the current situation of these six commissioners is very dangerous, but Schneider is inexplicably unable to get anxious.

"Norma, how many of us are around Peru right now?"

"Except for the currently missing C9 team, there is currently a commissioner from this headquarters who happened to be passing by. It is only 20 kilometers away from where their C9 team disappeared."

"Who is it?" Schneider was stunned.

To be honest, he is actually very optimistic about the survival probability of the C9 team. Judging from the current situation, when the support from the execution department arrives, the ashes of the six people will not be left.

But they didn't expect that there was a commissioner in the headquarters who happened to be less than twenty miles away from them. Is this the case?

But alone... I'm afraid it won't have much effect.

"Student number: AI022077, Executive Department file number: 022077F, name: Fingel von Frins. He ended his internship in Tokyo last month and officially joined the Executive Department. He is currently on vacation in Peru."

"...Fingel? Is it him?" Schneider was stunned. He knew about Fingel completing his internship in Japan. At that time, he was transferred to Tokyo by the vice principal and Angers. Instruction, but he did not expect that as soon as he finished his internship in Tokyo, this guy ran to Peru...

"He just joined the executive department, where did he get the vacation?" Schneider couldn't help but ask.

Members of the executive department earn high salaries and travel all over the world, with high benefits and easy daily work. It is basically equivalent to a public-funded trip. Of course, if something goes wrong, they often risk their lives. In this case, the commissioners’ annual leave is also It’s only been a week, and it’s still not enough.

"He gave the vice principal an overdraft for the next three years of vacation." Norma's methodical voice sounded.

Schneider covered his face. He had already overdrafted his vacation for the next three years before going to work. Is he considering prepaying his salary in advance?

"Inform him..." Schneider hesitated and said, "Explain the situation to him and ask him if it is convenient for him to go to support. This temporary mission is too difficult, so it is not mandatory."

"clear."

The next moment, the electron flow rushed out from the intelligent center "Norma" in North America and arrived in Peru in western South America.

Schneider stayed in the central control room, looking at the red spots on the map one after another, his expression gradually becoming heavy.

"Norma, inform Manstein and Guderian to come to the central control room quickly. They are the professors on duty. I need them to be present. Also, where is the principal now?"

"The principal is currently in Chicago, preparing to welcome Chu Zihang and Xia Mi."

"He's in Chicago?" Schneider said in astonishment, "Didn't he say he was going to see an old friend?"

"The person the principal originally expected to meet was Mr. Henkel, the North American mixed-race leader. However, a few months ago, Mr. Henkel disappeared. He is currently confirmed to be missing. The principal has not found Henkel and is temporarily staying in Chicago."

"Okay... help me get through to Principal Angers and the vice principal. I need to report the current situation to them." Schneider said solemnly.

"clear!"

"Where is Lu Mingfei now?" Schneider suddenly asked again.

The projected earth rotated rapidly, stopped in front of the big rooster map section, and quickly zoomed in. It was the panoramic view of the community where Uncle Lu Mingfei's house was located.

Schneider stared in silence for a long time and nodded slowly: "Send him a message and ask him to rush back to school as soon as possible. We need his help."

"Copy that. Do you have any other instructions?"

"No more for now, let's execute."

"yes."

The conversation ends.

The central control room fell into silence for a long time.

Schneider stared at the red areas that suddenly lit up on the earth's projection. These all represented a sudden emergency.

In addition to Chu Zihang's side, nine red-level emergencies suddenly appeared overnight.

He had a hunch that this was by no means a coincidence, but that some forces hidden in the darkness had begun to take action.

…

…

Chicago.

John Hancock Center.

Standing on this fourth tallest skyscraper in Chicago, you can easily overlook the panoramic view of Chicago.

There is a very famous bar on the top floor of this building, where handsome men and beauties come and go late at night. Principal Angers went here for a stroll in the name of inspecting the local customs, thinking that maybe Chu Zihang and Xia Mi could go there later. Meet here.

The two of them are standard handsome men and beauties, and they would be more suitable for this occasion than an old guy like him.

It was really strange that he didn't find the old guy from Henkel in Chicago.

Chicago is Henkel's territory. Fidelis von Henkel is the leader of the North American mixed race and an irreplaceable leader.

His status among North American mixed breeds is a little higher than Angers.

There are also elder families with a long history and high self-esteem within the Secret Party, such as the Gattuso family. People in these families believe that Angers is just their elected leader. To put it nicely, they call him a "manager", but to put it worse, he is a "manager". "Beat workers", Angers will die, but their family will not disappear.

But the North American mixed race is different. This force started when the European mixed race left their hometown and immigrated to the United States. At that time, Henkel was the only leader. Under his leadership, the North American mixed race gradually gained a foothold in this land. The so-called The senatorial family is the minister of the dragon in front of him, and he is that dragon.

But now the dragon has disappeared from his lair.

What kind of thing could make a cunning old dragon leave its lair on its own initiative?

Angers drank slowly, his thoughts swirling in the light of the lights and the green wine.

Suddenly, the phone on his belt rang.

He raised his eyebrows, put down his glass, put the money and tip at the bottom of the glass, turned around and left the bar.

…

Peru, an old hotel.

The walls were covered with scratches and densely packed small advertisements, and the worn-out fan was swaying, as if it might fall at any time and hit the tenants on their heads.

The windows were not open and the heavy curtains were tightly closed. The room was dark and smelled of disinfectant.

The young man who had come from afar for vacation sat down on the sofa. There was a squeaking sound from the sofa, and the young man's whole body sank instantly.

"Damn it!" he muttered, getting up from the collapsed sofa.

The old man without a shirt and wearing layers of white bandages raised his eyelids and said slowly: "You came to me just to give me KFC?"

There is a box of KFC Family Buckets on the table nearby.

"Aren't you afraid, Chief Henkel, that you are always hungry? There is no KFC in this small place. You can't buy it even if you want to." Fingel shrugged, took out a piece of finger-licking original chicken and started to chew, speaking vaguely, "You If you don't go back to Chicago, it's not your style to be huddled in the backcountry."

"A remote place?" Henkel was silent for a while with his eyes dazed, then shook his head and said, "The place I lived in when I was a child was even more shabby than this."

"Hey, how many years ago was it when you were a child?" Fingel raised his hand to signal him to stop, "When people are about to die, they like to reminisce about the past. Now you are directly starting to reminisce about the 'golden years' when you were naked. Could it be that Are you ready to braid your hair?"

"Be sure to remember to write my name in your will before you leave." Fingel licked the food residue at the corner of his mouth and said with a shy smile.

"Don't worry, my will has been written a long time ago, and your name is on it." Henkel said calmly.

Fingel was stunned for a moment, and the amusement on his face suddenly disappeared. He frowned and carefully looked at Henkel's expression.

"The situation is very bad?" he said solemnly.

"It's worse than I expected." Henkel lowered his eyes and said calmly, "If I can't survive this level, don't appear in front of those families. Without me, you can't suppress them. This accident is too sudden. , I haven’t had time to pave the way for you.”

Fingel narrowed his eyes and said: "It's not like you are too nostalgic, otherwise some people should have moved on long ago."

"Yes, when people get old, they will miss the past." Henkel sighed, "This is a mistake I made, and I paid the price for it."

"Listen to what you mean..." Fingel was silent for a while, "Is your accident related to those guys? Internal rebellion?"

"Yes, someone betrayed us, otherwise we would not have been trapped." Han Gao said coldly, "In addition, the enemy's strength should not be underestimated, second only to pure-blooded fourth- and fifth-generation species. There are five of them, as well as three militarized special teams, all of mixed race."

"Tsk, tsk, you actually came back alive with such a luxurious lineup?" Fingel clicked his tongue.

With such a luxurious lineup and the surprise attack, the old man in front of him could still come back alive. He had to say that he didn't admire this guy.

"Young people have sacrificed their lives to take care of me. How could I die there?" Henkel took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "If it were Angers, then he would only be the one taking the fall, but I know clearly that I must come back alive to catch him. They are traitors in the family. If they come back alive, they will only be labeled as poor guards and then severely punished. In extreme cases, they may even be sentenced to be buried with me..."

"Buried with someone?" Fingel said in surprise, "Since what age has this been a custom?"

"The burial is just an excuse, the real purpose is to make them speechless forever." Henkel said expressionlessly.

Fingel muttered: "I also have a responsibility this time. After all, I am the one informing you..."

"It has nothing to do with you." Henkel interrupted him and said calmly, "I'm not at the point where I need you to comfort me yet. Let's talk about serious things."

"Serious business?" Fingel scratched his head and said, "I came here just to see if you need any help. I overspent three years of vacation in advance for this trip!"

Henkel glanced at him: "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome, remember to share more of your inheritance with me when the time comes!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Henkel sighed and threw out a USB flash drive. "This is the information you want. Take it back and show it to Angers. He will know how to cooperate with you."

"Is the situation so bad that the secret party needs to intervene?" Fingel took the USB flash drive and frowned.

"During the time I disappeared, some people would inevitably surface and investigate their bottom line."

"You won't come back to Chicago with me?"

"It's impossible for me to go back with you, as this will reveal your identity." Henkel shook his head, "And I can't go back now."

"Old guy, don't get yourself involved by fishing," Fingel said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, I know it well." Henkel nodded, and suddenly he said, "You should also keep a low profile at Kassel College. The secret party may not be cleaner than us."

"Understood." Fingel suddenly lowered his head, his phone vibrating in his pants pocket.

He took out his mobile phone and found that Norma had sent him a text message, which was a mission notification.

"Who's looking for you?" Henkel asked.

"College." Fingel stood up and came to the window, opened the curtains and looked twenty miles away, "Is there a lake near here?"

"Lake?" Henkel was stunned for a moment, "I don't know. I'm not here for tourism. I'm running for my life. I don't care if there is a lake or not."

Fingel rubbed his chin and murmured: "It said that a team from the execution department intercepted a smuggling plane and found a dragon mummy on it, and the mummy seemed to be still alive? What did you think of?"

After hearing the following words, Henkel's face twitched and he whispered: "Dragon mummy? Damn it, don't let this happen again in Summer's Mourning!"

Fingel began searching for weapons.

"You want to go?" Henkel frowned, "I don't recommend you to save them."

Fingel helplessly spread his hands and said: "There is nothing we can do. They are all acquaintances. The leader used to be my dear deputy. I can't just ignore him."