I'm in the Dragon Clan, bound to the Naruto Counterattack System

Chapter 162 Caesar: Chu Zihang went, I want to go too.

Execution Department, Mission Briefing Room.

The briefing room was dimly lit.

The only light came from the tactical screen, its pale blue glow outlining three tall figures.

They were the newly formed elite team of the Execution Department, all three of them were battle-hardened specialists, and they were listening intently to the mission briefing.

"Target: Beijing."

The task leader spoke in a low voice, pointing to a map of the capital city on the screen that was flashing red dots.

"Mission Level A"

"A day ago, a high-intensity energy reaction occurred at the Imperial Capital Preparatory School campus, which was initially determined to be an abnormal incantation or alchemy incident."

"Your mission is to infiltrate and investigate, identify the source of the energy, and assess the threat level."

"Remember to keep a low profile, focus on reconnaissance, and avoid any unnecessary conflicts."

"clear."

The squad leader responded succinctly.

The entire briefing process was efficient and solemn, filled with the iron-fisted discipline characteristic of the executive department.

Just as the task leader was about to distribute the encrypted data.

"Bang-!"

The heavy alloy door to the briefing room was kicked open from the outside with a loud bang.

The sudden, violent intrusion instantly put everyone inside on edge.

The three squad members turned around almost instinctively, their hands already on the weapons at their waists.

In the play of light and shadow at the entrance, a tall and arrogant figure walked in.

His long, golden hair shimmered under the lights, and a well-tailored Versace suit hugged his near-perfect physique.

The newcomer had a cynical smile on his face, but was toying with a modified Desert Eagle pistol in his hand.

The gun reflected a deadly cold light under the lamp.

Caesar Gattuso.

Student Council President.

He surveyed the tense atmosphere in the room, like a king inspecting his territory, before finally fixing his gaze on the person in charge.

"I'll take this task."

Caesar's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a matter-of-fact tone.

The team members looked at each other, their expressions shifting from wariness to astonishment.

The person in charge frowned deeply. He suppressed his anger and said in as calm a tone as possible, "Caesar, this is the mission briefing room of the Executive Department, not the Student Council."

"This operation is a Class A classified mission, requiring professional infiltration and reconnaissance capabilities."

"The nature of this mission is inconsistent with your identity. Please leave."

This is the rule of the Executive Department.

Even the principal cannot arbitrarily interfere with an ongoing task briefing.

His words were polite, but anyone could understand the refusal and warning in them.

Except for Caesar Gattuso, he strode through the three members of the squad and walked to the huge tactical screen.

The three highly skilled agents unconsciously made way for him under his imposing presence.

The person in charge's expression grew even more unpleasant.

Caesar's finger swiped casually across the tactical screen, and the map of the capital city on the screen was immediately replaced with an encrypted personnel list.

That's the information of all the students in the preparatory class in the capital.

His fingertips finally stopped on a name.

Chu Zihang.

"My opponent is already there."

Caesar turned around, leaning against the screen, the playful smile on his face disappearing, replaced by an imperial majesty.

"As the student council president, I have reason to suspect that our A-level specialist, Chu Zihang, the leader of the Lionheart Society, is at great risk of being turned against us."

He paused, his golden pupils sweeping over everyone in the room.

"I must go and supervise in person," he said.

"Is this reason sufficient?"

The entire briefing room fell silent.

The person in charge couldn't help but laugh out of anger at this fallacy.

What kind of absurd reason is this?

Is it suspected that Chu Zihang has been turned?

Everyone at the entire Kassel College knows that you, César Gattuso, and Chu Zihang are natural enemies, wishing you could send each other wreaths at your graduation ceremonies.

Now they're actually using this kind of excuse to steal an A-level mission?

This is a blatant trampling on the dignity of the Executive Department!

"absurd!"

The person in charge finally couldn't help but growl out.

"Caesar Gattuso, I'll say it again, this isn't your private feud ground! This is—"

"The Gattuso family owns more than 300 five-star hotels, thousands of safe houses, and an intelligence network that covers both political and business circles and extends deep into the underworld throughout East Asia."

Caesar interrupted him, his voice returning to calm, yet even more oppressive than before.

"The search warrant that takes your executive department a week to obtain through normal channels, I only need one phone call to." "The private club you need to forge identities to infiltrate may be owned by the Gattuso family, and even if it isn't, I can make it be in three minutes."

"The informants you have to risk exposing yourself to reach will proactively deliver intelligence to my dinner table."

With each word he spoke, the person in charge's face grew darker.

Caesar wasn't reasoning with anyone; he was employing a calculated strategy.

He used the Gattuso family’s vast and suffocating network of resources, along with his personal prestige as a student leader, to tell everyone that he was a hundred times more efficient at this task than the so-called elite squad in the Executive Department.

The three members of the team lowered their heads, their clenched fists limply relaxing.

The person in charge's chest heaved violently, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He could reject Caesar's fallacies, but he couldn't refute the terrifying resources represented by the Gattuso family.

Just when the two sides were deadlocked.

Suddenly, a remote communicator in the corner of the room lit up, casting a soft holographic image.

An elegant old man, dressed in a well-fitting bathrobe and holding a cup of hot milk, appeared on the screen.

Hilbert Jean Angers.

Principal of Kassel College.

He wore his signature gentle smile.

"It's a good thing that young people are energetic."

Principal Angers took a sip of milk and said with a smile to the person in charge whose face was ashen.

"Let Caesar go."

"I believe that our student council president is capable of handling this small 'extracurricular activity' well."

The principal's voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the room listened quietly to the old man speak.

The person in charge slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all his resentment and anger had been suppressed, leaving only the obedience of a soldier.

"Yes, Principal."

He turned to the three team members, whose expressions were complex, and gave them his orders.

"Mission canceled, disband."

After saying that, he walked stiffly to Caesar.

"Caesar, ownership of the mission has been officially transferred."

He handed the encrypted document, which had not yet been distributed, to Caesar.

Caesar took the mission briefing, a victor's smile spreading across his face.

He waved to the person in charge and turned to walk out the door.

As he walked, he took a satellite phone out of his pocket and dialed a number.

"it's me."

"Prepare the 'Goliath' for takeoff. Report the flight path to the capital. Take off immediately."

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