Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 222 An Indispensable Part

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, looked at the intact "Longjiang Pork Knuckle Rice" bag in his hand, and then looked at Raymond lying unconscious on the ground.

Sigh, senior brother, if you were as still as my lunch, nothing would happen to you.

As a result, you insisted on moving around, so I had to hold you down. See, I accidentally pinched your carotid sinus, didn't I?

Lu Mingfei activated his senses to the maximum, silently casting his gaze towards the outside of the train station before withdrawing it after a while.

As he unwrapped the pork knuckle rice in his hand, he sat cross-legged next to Raymond, muttering to himself:

"Senior brother, look at you, how did you suddenly faint? The paper bag is gone too. Although I saw who took it, I had to protect you. Who knows if the dragons will stay behind?"
So, senior, it's all your fault. The documents are definitely going to get split up now.

While eating his braised pork trotter rice, Lu Mingfei took out his phone and called Professor Schneider:

"This is Lu Mingfei. We were attacked by dragons. I'm fine, but Raymond is in trouble. Yes, the paper bag is missing. The enemy came by car, and I couldn't catch up. But I saw the suspect's license plate number."
Professor, you misheard me. I wasn't eating; I was just breathing too fast.
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Eleven time zones apart, at the main campus of Kassel College in Illinois, USA.

Late at night, the central control room on the second floor of the library was brightly lit.

Only three professors remained in the vast central control room. The door was tightly shut; no one dared to eavesdrop on the board's secret mission.

Manstein asked:

"Such a high-level mission should have required the execution department to go all out, so how could something have gone wrong?"

“We did go all out, devised a very detailed strategy, successfully obtained the information, and even found an ‘S-class’ super hybrid to escort us, but we still lost it.”

Schneider gave a brief overview of Raymond's mission briefing.

Guderian, still half-asleep and wearing a nightcap, instantly perked up at the mention of "S-class" and began shouting, trying to defend his student:
“Mingfei is just an ordinary freshman! He hasn’t even had a full tactical training course! He’s already performed exceptionally well! That was an attack from dragons!”

Schneider waved his hand and said coldly:
"You have the least to worry about: your students. No one dares to provoke a super hybrid who can kill Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, and take on top-tier sub-species in a one-on-one fight."

You should be worried about yourself; this is what the school board wants. Believe me, if we don't get the documents back, the school board's anger will fall entirely on the three of us.

"I think the emergence of the dragon race is more important."

Manstein frowned and said.

Schneider made a gesture.

The projected image changed; it was now a tortoise-shell-shaped glass dome, resembling an airport waiting hall, but completely deformed. High-strength aluminum alloy beams were twisted together like braids. The projection simulated the disaster's unfolding: as the ground shook, all the aluminum alloy beams twisted inexplicably, as if being turned by a giant hand, and thousands upon thousands of panes of glass detached and plummeted downwards.

"I've seen this hall before, it's the South Railway Station!"

"Guderian suddenly said."

"Yes, you've seen this building, in Lu Mingfei's hometown. When you went for the interview, this new station was still under construction and had just been put into trial use in the summer. The glass dome was made of 3,200 pieces of high-strength glass, and the aluminum alloy frame structure could withstand an earthquake of magnitude 8. It was the most advanced building technology. But this morning Beijing time, it was destroyed in a magnitude 3 earthquake. The 3,200 pieces of glass fell vertically, like 3,200 knife blades cutting at the same time."

"The casualties must be staggering, right?" Manstein asked.

"Besides Raymond, only three people were injured. The station was still in its trial period, with few departures and very few people waiting."

"Was it attacked by its own kind? A building that should withstand an 8-magnitude earthquake collapsed in a 3-magnitude earthquake. There's no way to explain it," Manstein said.

“I know, in China this is called a shoddy construction project,” Guderian interjected.

"If you don't understand, then shut up!" Manstein snapped. "A magnitude 3 earthquake wouldn't even collapse a dilapidated building!"

“I don’t know, I’ve never heard of such a word power,” Schneider said. “What kind of word power could destroy an aluminum alloy hall that can hold thousands of people waiting for their trains?”

This intensity is almost comparable to the 'Rhine'.

"Isn't there enough time for us to send out an investigation team?"

Manstein said.

"No investigation team, just send people to seize the documents. The Board of Trustees' deadline is 19:00 PM local time tonight." Schneider glanced at his watch:
"There are about eight hours left."

"And who should we send?" Manstein said. "Whoever is closest. Send someone from the nearest location."

"People from other cities can't get there in time. To guard against aftershocks, the railway and airport will be suspended until 21:00 p.m. tonight."

Schneider said:
"The only people who can drive here are from the school's public security department; they have a group that is currently on vacation in China."

Manstein thought of the burly men in the school's sanctuary, their arms like steel and their chests like stone monuments, and shook his head:
"The school's public affairs department can only provide assistance; the specialists should be people with a bloodline advantage."

"Then only students can be transferred."

Schneider said:
"Besides Lu Mingfei, who is at the S-level, there is also Chu Zihang, who is at the A-level. Their families are both local and they are on summer vacation."

He paused and added:

“But after the Cologne incident in Germany, Lu Mingfei reached a unique agreement with the college. Unless authorized by the board of directors and the president himself, I have no right to transfer him.”

Manstein looked surprised. Although he was also a member of the emergency response team at the time, he really didn't know about this.

The idea of ​​students negotiating terms with the board of trustees may sound like a fantasy, but if it were Lu Mingfei, Manstein would find it reasonable.

“Send Chu Zihang,” Schneider said. “He has extensive experience in successfully carrying out missions.”

“I’m the head of the Disciplinary Committee, in charge of student discipline. I remember some things very clearly. Your student, Chu Zihang, is a complete violent freak. He has twelve demerits in his file because of his violent tendencies during missions!” Manstein still shook his head. “Sending a violent freak who hasn’t even graduated yet to be in charge of an 'SS' level mission?”

"The executive branch is itself a violent institution!" Schneider has always been protective of his students.

“I know you’re the ringleader of violence,” Manstein said, “but no, Chu Zihang can’t be in charge alone.”

“But we had no choice,” Schneider said. “I know my students well, and Chu Zihang is suited to carry out missions alone.”

“I am the head of the executive department, and this is the task assigned to the executive department. Chu Zihang is my student, understand?” Schneider was equally firm.

A few seconds later, Schneider and Manstein realized they couldn't overpower each other, and simultaneously turned and paced anxiously to either side.

After a while, a bell suddenly rang on the stage.

At this critical juncture, any voice would seem out of place.

The three of them looked at each other.

It's a Schneider phone.

Schneider answered the phone immediately:

"Yes, I am Schneider what?"

Schneider seemed to have heard some incredible news; his pupils contracted slightly, but quickly returned to normal.
"Okay, you did a good job. You can leave now, and we will make the follow-up arrangements soon."

drop.

The phone hangs up.

Manstein and Guderian both cast curious glances at him.

Schneider was silent for a moment, then slowly said to Guderian:

"The crisis is over. Your student, Lu Mingfei, has just successfully retrieved the documents."

Guderian said excitedly:
"I knew it, that's Mingfei."

“But,” Schneider changed the subject, “he told me that the file had already been opened.”

(End of this chapter)