Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 166 The Ministry of Information in Action
"Little ones, your king is coming!"

Fingal pushed open the door of the news department.

The pungent tomato salad and the strange smell mixed with other sauces hit him, choking him so much that he almost fell down.

He covered his mouth and nose in embarrassment, his face paled in shock.

"The perverts in the equipment department are finally going to occupy Kassel!"

"What are they doing, are they researching some kind of anti-human chemical weapons!"

Fingel carefully peeked inside.

I saw a piece of ruins comparable to the Stalingrad battlefield during World War II. At that time, De Gun and Mauro fought desperately for every alley and every window, and blood soaked more than [-] square bricks on the long street. Geer's dear subordinates revel in their news department, empty coke cups, fries strips and chicken bones all over the floor, you can't find even a clean corner, and you don't even know an artistic cell The genius painted exquisite panels on the wall with ketchup, the Statue of Liberty held the pizza in her arms and held up the cone, her solemn face was sacred and inviolable.

Aha, what a perfect piece of work, isn't it?

Fingal couldn't believe his eyes.

He walked through the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood with a sad mood.

Roasted chicken carcasses, sea of ​​tomatoes.

This had come to the point where even Fingel found it unbearably filthy.

Its appalling degree is completely conceivable.

There were human-shaped unidentified objects lying all over the ground. Fingel kicked them with his toes in disgust, turned over the corpses, and looked at their faces.

"Victor! Victor!"

While searching, he called his deputy minister.

"Who called me?"

A man with a pizza box on his head raised his hand.

Fingel stared, rushed over to pick up the guy's collar, looked directly at Victor's sleepy eyes, and roared loudly.

"Look what you've done!"

"Headmaster is here!"

"You actually! You actually!"

Fingal gritted his teeth.

"You didn't even invite me to the banquet!"

10 minute later.

Fingel held a Coke in one hand and French fries in the other. His two long legs were boldly placed on the table, and three monitors were placed side by side in front of him, scrolling and playing all the information of the Night Watch Forum in real time.

"Not bad."

He took a sip of Coca-Cola in satisfaction and praised repeatedly.

"During the time I was away, did you accept" any big orders?

"Any other art photos of international superstars have come out?"

"Aha, I have to say, their imagination is really amazing, those poses, hehe."

The lackeys of the news department let out strange laughter together with their boss.

As a professional team that washes coal balls, that is, cleans black history, as long as the employer's money is in place, there will be no scandals that the talents led by Fingel cannot cover up.

How far have their reputations spread? A mere Kassel can no longer meet the needs of the Ministry of Information, so Fingel turned his attention to the world of ordinary people. The boundary with ordinary people is determined by the iron rule that hybrids must always hide themselves.

But they didn't use their tongues. Could it be wrong for great journalists to use their brilliant minds and keen senses to make some extra money?

A brief list of the Fingal team's clients will give you a basic idea of ​​what the news department looks like.

A certain UAE Crown Prince.

An internationally renowned superstar.

Founder of a Fortune [-] company.

Even, the Pentagon.

As for what the Pentagon asked the Information Department to do, it was a commercial secret, and he would not reveal it even if Fingel was killed.

Unless money is given.

Yes, money.

Money is the belief of the Department of Information.

Money is what drives them forward.

From Fingel down, whether they are cadres or ordinary members of the news department, they all uphold a simple and simple wish.

That is to make money.

Because of this, when Finger found out that his dear members had taken the initiative to complete a big order without his own participation, and the reaping rewards were extravagant for several days of carnival, it is conceivable that Finger’s How gratified and touched the heart is.

It was the joy of an old father seeing his children hand in their wages.

Finally, the child has grown up.

You don't have to do it yourself, you don't have to worry about it yourself, you don't even have to open your mouth.

His dear and mature staff have learned to take orders by themselves, fulfill them and collect payments by themselves.

Although they carnivaled without his consent and spent money on coke, french fries and fried chicken, but for the sake of the money they made, and these delicious foods didn't cost much, the generous Lord Fingal was ready to forgive him Those innocent members.

"Big order?"

Deputy Minister Victor said strangely while sprinkling cumin on the fried chicken.

"Where did you get the big order?"

Fingel frowned, vaguely having a bad premonition.

"Then where did you pay for the Coke..."

"Oh this."

Victor touched his body and left a bunch of bloody palm prints. The man quickly realized this, frowned distressedly at the messy clothes, shook his head, put his finger in his mouth, and sucked off the residue ketchup.

"Yes, here it is!"

His eyes lit up, and he pinched a black card in the garbage dump with his fingers, who didn't know whether to describe it as clean or disgusting.

"Citibank's Centurion Card, with a limit of 1000 million U.S. dollars."

"Boss!"

Fingel kneeled and hugged Victor's thigh in a standard way, raised his head tearfully, and looked up at Heika with almost devout eyes.

"As expected of you, Minister!"

Victor exclaimed.

Speaking of which, a few days ago, when Caesar took out this card at the Freedom Day combat meeting of the student union, Victor had the urge to slip and kneel. When I'm tired, I want to experience what it feels like to kneel down and hug Caesar's thigh.

But Victor still failed to cross the threshold in his heart, and resisted slipping and kneeling at the last moment.

Fingal was different.

This guy is just a standard sliding knee, which is pleasing to the eye and the eyes. All the onlookers are in awe, as if they saw the figure of this man practicing alone in the dark, the sweat, and the swollen knees. Listen, The sound of the minister gliding on the ground was the crisp sound of crushing dough.

Well, anyway, it's super awesome.

"Boss, look at you, what ministers are not ministers, what a lot of points."

Fingel, who hugged Victor's thigh tightly, stared at the black card greedily. If there were not four half-breeds with golden pupils holding him down, this guy would have jumped up and started grabbing him.

"Just call me Xiaofen, you say yes, boss."

The Minister of Information said this to the Deputy Minister.

"Although I really want to continue to listen to the minister calling you the boss twice."

Victor shrugged.

"But, I'm sorry, we can only use 1000 of the [-] million quota, and the remaining ones need to be signed and authorized by Gattuso's patriarch." 'Fingel' blinked, and then his smile remained bright.

"One hundred thousand is one hundred thousand, I don't dislike it, give it to me boss!"

"Well, Minister, I think I need to remind you."

Victor cleared his throat.

"You owe us more than one hundred thousand in the past few years."

Fingal turned pale.

His back felt cold, and his hairs exploded.

He felt murderous, right here in this room, from his dear subordinate.

"Hahaha, isn't it just a little bit of debt!"

Fingal didn't care and didn't give up.

"Give me the card first, let's discuss the matter of debt in the long term! Discuss in the long term!"

He gritted his teeth and tried to reach the black card.

but failed.

There were eight mixed races holding him tightly.

It didn't help that Fingal's face turned purple.

"If you want it so much, Minister."

Under Finger's ecstatic and unbelievable eyes, Victor gently stuffed the card in his jacket pocket.

Also clapped.

"Boss, you...you actually..."

Fingal almost choked up.

"It's all right, Minister."

Victor said softly.

"Anyway, we've used all the money we could. Don't worry, there's not a penny left."

"Since you want a frozen card so much, let's take it as a souvenir."

Victor smiled kindly, like a grandfather who gave a naughty child a glass bead to play with.

Fingal froze for a moment.

In an instant, all the strength in his body was taken away.

One pair of eyes also lost their light.

"One hundred thousand...my one hundred thousand..."

Muttering such words, he closed his eyes peacefully.

10 minutes later, the news department has been cleaned and refreshed.

It's still like a battlefield here.

But it is not a ruin, but a battlefield full of gunpowder and hail of bullets.

The crisp sound of the half-breed's exaggerated physical quality hitting the keyboard is connected together, like an impassioned march, or the machine gun crazily spewing out his tongue of fire.

Of course, in a sense, this description is not wrong, after all, there is a type of firearm that has another name like "Chicago Typewriter".

"Move! Move! Boys, move!"

Fingal called the shots like a general.

He stepped on the table, clapped his hands rhythmically, and looked at his subordinates with piercing eyes.

“For the lovely dollar bills!”

"And for that damn debt!"

"go! go! go!"

He waved his arms vigorously.

The strong biceps almost cracked the uniform.

"Find the information!"

"All the information that can bring us dollars!"

"Whether it's the principal's cyan first love!"

"It's still the vice principal's heroic deeds eight times a night!"

"Use your little brains, even, aha, why can't the principal and the vice principal have an exciting and beautiful encounter!"

Fingel almost popped a bottle of champagne for his genius.

"Let me think, let me think."

"It was sure to be an unforgettable night!"

"One is a legendary dragon slayer with a strong physique, and the other is a master alchemist with extraordinary wisdom. When they met in the bar, each other's eyes reflected..."

"Minister, you seem to have written this!"

Someone reminded.

"And there are more than one article. Have you forgotten that the vice-principal specially invited you to the equipment department for this purpose, and when you come back, you swear that you will never write about the two of them in the future."

"Is there still this?"

Fingel rubbed his chin in thought.

"Forget it doesn't matter."

He waved.

"Tell me, tell me, do you have any other ideas?"

The paparazzi of the News Department frowned and thought hard.

"How about S-Class?"

"Every active thread on the Night's Watch is talking about him."

"You know, guys, as long as you find a little information about the S-class, or make it up, someone will definitely pay for it."

The members are eager to try.

"About S-class, I have a piece of advice."

Fingal looked serious.

He seemed to return to last night.

Originally, I was going to meet my long-lost lover.

By the way, I would like to ask the other party to do me a favor and use her ability to confirm whether the S-level files for the past 18 years are true or not.

But as soon as I got out of bed, the door didn't open.

It was discovered.

I have to say that he was really startled when the S-class voice sounded in the dark.

It felt really bad.

He once again tasted the bitterness called powerlessness.

Even if he tried his best, all the methods were useless in front of this young man.

What the hell am I doing!
Finger thought so at the time.

That's S rank.

He was lucky enough to try to take action under the eyes of S-Class.

What a fool.

Fortunately, I don't know what the S-rank has in mind. He didn't do anything to Fingel, but just said go early and come back early, don't stay in the toilet for too long.

However, after this encounter, Fingel still had no interest in slipping to the ice cellar, making a trip to the toilet, and returned to bed in 3 minutes to lie down.

It was with this in mind that Fingel would give advice in the face of his subordinates' discussions about S-rank and those unscrupulous words.

"For the sake of life safety, you'd better not arrange the S-class too much."

"Not at all, Minister."

Some people feel strange.

"We've even written the headmaster and the vice-headmaster, so we're afraid he's an S grade?"

The members laughed triumphantly.

Fingal didn't smile.

'It seems that you really don't understand. '

He sighed.

"Don't look at the principal and Lu Mingfei are both S grades, they are different."

"I know, how can Lu Mingfei compare with the principal!"

"No, not this one."

Fingal said.

"The principal is the principal, but Lu Mingfei is not."

"Do you know what that means?"

Everyone looked at each other.

Fingal wasn't fooling around.

"It means that Lu Mingfei will really beat someone up."

"And the fist of the S-rank is really painful."

The members put away their cynical laughs.

They thought about it, and indeed, Finger's words were not wrong.

The principal has the attributes of a teacher, and he treats students like them kindly, no matter how naughty they are.

Lu Mingfei is different, they are both students, without the burden of a teacher, they will not stay behind in a fight.

As for the things that are not easy to do among the students, Kassel's physical education class is there. They are just innocent and cute puppies, but no one is sure to block the S-level, let alone the nonsense of victory or not, can pray for S It is thankful that the conscience finds it easier to hit people when they beat people.

"I remember today is the 3E exam."

Someone said so.

"How about we make a deal."

"Just bet on how his grades are today at the S level!"

He looked at Fingel excitedly.

Finger sneered.

oh my dear friend. ""

He spread his hands.

"Trust me, no one will bet on it."

"To bet on the S-level 3E exam results?"

Fingal let out an aha.

"I bet this must be the most ridiculous joke I've ever heard in my life!"

"Don't say you don't know what the 3E exam is."

"Pedigree Rating Determination of Mixed Races."

"Lu Mingfei, he is S rank."

"Gambling is the art of disorder. Who would be foolish enough to bet on something that is sure to happen?"

Having said that, he paused.

"Of course, you can also try, if it is as I said, no one bets."

Fingel solemnly raised his fingers.

"An elbow, how about it, please give me an elbow."

The man blushed unconvincingly.

"Okay, bet!"

"make a deal!"

Fingel rubbed his hands excitedly, cheered, hummed a little tune, jumped onto the computer chair, turned around and placed his hands precisely on the keyboard.

"Minister, are you so excited?"

Victor said curiously.

"Isn't it just an elbow? It's not like your style."

"It's just a lottery, just for fun, don't take it to heart."

Fingal clacked on the keyboard.

"In short, move, move, I have a principle."

"Oh?"

Victor became interested.

"You mean..."

"gambling!"

"Aha, what could be more fascinating than a game of gambling!"

"Betting on S rank?"

"Of course, he is the center of Kassel, don't bet on who he bet on, Kaiser Chu Zihang, wake up, no one cares about the loser."

"But you also said just now that with S Ji's ability, it's really not a wise choice to open the market."

"Of course, the pedigree of the S class is undisputed. Everyone knows that he will definitely pass the 3E exam, and maybe he will give us a surprising result."

"but!"

Fingel looked confident like a general berating Fang Qiu on the battlefield.

He smiled faintly.

"But, my dear Victor, please tell me, what will happen after the 3E exam?"

"Vision."

Victor blurted out.

All Kassel students know this.

The essence of the 3E exam is to stimulate the dragon's blood in the body of the mixed race, no matter whether it is awakened or not, the phenomenon of spiritual vision will occur again.

"There is more, there is more."

Fingal pressed Enter heavily.

He glanced at Victor.

"It's Ling Ling!"

Victor's eyes widened.

"You mean, we bet on the S-rank Yan Ling!"

"Exactly."

Fingel spat out words like a machine gun.

“序列号1~50，序列号51~100，序列号100以上。”

Victor looked at several options listed by Fingel in the post, especially the third one, and frowned.

"More than 100?"

"how is this possible!"

"Doesn't that kind of language only exist in the pile of stories?"

"Remember, my Mr. Deputy Minister!"

Fingel raised his index finger and shook it.

"He's S-rank."

"What happened to the words with a serial number above 100?"

"anything else!"

He tapped on the keyboard and listed the fourth option.

"A mysterious word that has not been recorded on the periodic table."

Victor shook his head and muttered something crazy.

He suddenly changed his expression and looked at Fingel.

"I guess, Minister."

"Are you going to choose this one?"

"Speaking spirits outside the periodic table, if it is S-level, it may be really possible."

"No!"

The answer given by Fingel is still no.

"I choose, the fifth!"

He tapped a few times, and the final option appeared. The words were very short, but it shocked Victor greatly.

I saw that it was displayed above.

"Speechless."

That is to say, as a roommate of S-level, the person who gets along with him day and night, Fingel believes that S-level will not awaken the spirit of speech after the 3E exam.

What a joke!
This is even more exaggerated than the S-level awakening serial number of 100 or more.

S-level awakened high-level speech spirits, people will sigh at most two sentences that a genius is a genius, or a monster is a monster, which is still within the scope of understanding.

But the dignified S-class doesn't even have the spirit of speech.

This is even more outrageous than that all Dragon Kings are crazy!

(End of this chapter)