He is currently in the Dragon Clan and has married Erii.

The shards of glass shattered on the ground with a crisp sound, like a melodious tune! But this beautiful music was the song that Death used to send off His enemies.

Thanks to Tang Yu, Raymond was standing next to a bench when the dome shattered, and he was able to quickly take shelter under the bench when the disaster struck.

Raymond clutched the box tightly to his chest, then turned to the side, listening in horror to the dull thud of glass shards hitting the wooden board, while involuntarily imagining what it would be like if those shards hit him.

After thinking for a long time, there was no other outcome than being pricked like a hedgehog.

"Looks like I owe Tang Yu a huge favor!" Raymond thought to himself.

The area under the bench was indeed a good place to take refuge, but Raymond still got hurt.

As a tall and stout European, the bench was clearly not long or wide enough to completely protect Raymond.

Despite his best efforts to curl up into a ball, several shards of glass still pierced his exposed shoulder.

Warm blood, like a small snake, meandered down his body, gushing outwards uncontrollably, while simultaneously draining Raymond's remaining strength.

Years of experience had taught Raymond that these shards of glass had severed one of his arteries...

The world before him was shrouded in darkness, and his body grew increasingly exhausted. Raymond clutched the box tightly to his chest, then slowly closed his eyes and passed out.

Two minutes after the South Railway Station collapsed, a shifty-eyed young man entered through a relatively intact exit. He glanced around and then quickly ran to a bench.

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58 SS-rank missions

The young man cautiously approached Raymond and tried to pry open the box in his arms.

Raymond reacted unconsciously, startling the young man, who then realized that the foreigner, who was bleeding profusely, was still breathing.

With great effort, the young man finally managed to pull the box out of Raymond's arms. After hesitating for a couple of seconds, he called 120 for Raymond and then stumbled and ran outside.

Five minutes after Raymond collapsed, he was taken to the hospital by an ambulance, where doctors provided emergency first aid and attached a blood bag.

Blood slowly flowed into Raymond's body, suddenly waking this exceptionally strong mixed-race individual.

Despite his weakness from excessive blood loss, he opened his eyes. He had already left the South Railway Station! Standing before him was an emergency room doctor in a white coat.

The box he was carrying had long since disappeared!

"Doctor, do you see the box in my hand?" Raymond asked softly in broken Chinese.

The doctor shook his head. "When we found you, there were only broken glass shards all around! If there had been a box, I definitely would have seen it. You're really something, buddy, to think of hiding under the bench. If it were me, I might have just been waiting to die."

Raymond ignored the doctor's words; his mind was preoccupied with the missing box... He struggled to raise his only movable hand and pressed a button in his pocket.

Radio waves were emitted from the device and relayed via satellite outside the atmosphere to transmit the information to the College of Cassel in the suburbs of Chicago.

At this moment, Professor Manstein was standing in front of a pale blue virtual Earth, dealing with an urgent matter.

With the principal, Angers, absent and the tenured professors holed up in their underground laboratories, the authority to handle emergencies naturally fell to these ordinary professors.

Just in time, the professors on duty today are Schneider, Guderian, and Manstein.

In fact, the central control room doesn't need three professors on duty at all. Ever since the college assigned summer tasks to the students, the whole summer has been much more peaceful.

So, with nothing else to do, Schneider returned to his office and began working on publishing his paper. Guderian, meanwhile, donned his favorite bear-themed sleeping cap and fell fast asleep in the break room.

Manstein couldn't refuse his best friend, nor could he refuse Schneider, who was more like an executioner than a professor.

So he could only let the two leave, and then he led a group of students, miserably dealing with affairs happening all over the world.

While the other two professors were still in the central control room, the world was at peace, and even the butchers in the Executive Department did not cause any trouble!

As soon as the two left, the alarm blared, and five or six red dots flashed simultaneously in the pale blue virtual world, keeping everyone in the control room extremely busy.

These emergencies varied in scale, but without exception, they were all extremely urgent.

From mission expenses of fifty or sixty thousand US dollars to stock sales involving 1.2 billion US dollars, or even a fictitious nuclear war... all kinds of accidents that have never even happened in a dream are here!

Manstein was sweating profusely, holding a cell phone in one hand and a landline in the other.

It took him several minutes to handle everything. Looking at the virtual Earth, now restored to its pale blue color, Manstein felt an unexpected sense of accomplishment.

"Although I'm a bit tired, this feeling is surprisingly good!" Manstein took out a small handkerchief from his suit pocket, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, then picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a sip.

The rich aroma of coffee filled his mouth, and Manstein felt an unprecedented sense of comfort.

However, the next second, Manstein could no longer laugh! His pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his heart pounded uncontrollably.

On the virtual Earth before our eyes, a blood-red dot appeared on the rooster-shaped plate representing China. The dot, with its dark gold undertones amidst the blood-red color, appeared exceptionally eerie.

“This is an SS-level mission!” Manstein frowned and reached out to swipe on the virtual projection, bringing up the detailed file of this mission.

"The one carrying out the mission is Specialist Raymond from the Execution Department. I remember his Word of Power is Blazing Sun... Could the fact that he sent out a distress signal mean he encountered a hybrid?" Manstein muttered to himself.

A moment later, he dismissed his guess.

"No! Judging by the time, it should be daytime in China right now. The security there is absolutely amazing; even mixed-race people wouldn't dare to make a move in broad daylight!"

After racking his brains to no avail, Manstein pulled over a trainee from the central control room.

"Go to Professor Schneider's office and fetch him. Also, go to the lounge and call Professor Guderian. Hurry up!"

Manstein's face darkened; something big was about to happen!

……

Five minutes later, Professor Schneider, in his wheelchair, and Guderian, wearing a bear-shaped sleeping cap, entered the central control room almost one after the other.

"What happened? Why did you call us over in such a hurry? I've only finished half of my thesis!" Schneider's heavy breathing, like a broken bellows, echoed in the control room, giving some trainees with weaker mental fortitude goosebumps.

Following Schneider's complaint, Guderian rubbed his sleepy eyes and grumbled, "I was sleeping soundly. When you get old, you always disturb my good sleep! Manstein, don't you love me anymore?"

Guderian was not fully conscious at this point, and he had no idea what kind of outrageous words he had just uttered.

As soon as he finished speaking, the central control room fell silent. Even Schneider deliberately lowered his breathing, and everyone stared wide-eyed at Manstein.

A strange feeling called "awkwardness" permeated the air.

Manstein glared at his best friend and slammed his fist on the table.

"We're in a dire situation, and you're still joking! Look over there!" Manstein angrily pointed at the virtual Earth, where a blood-red dot with dark gold tinged with light was exceptionally dazzling.

Immediately, the other two became serious and finally behaved themselves! As professors who had been with the academy for over a decade, they naturally understood what the colored dots of light represented.

"Professor Schneider, this mission was issued by the Executive Department. Do you recall anything about it?"

Schneider was silent for a moment, his face unusually grim. "Let's go inside and talk. This is not something the trainees should hear!"

The three walked to their compartment in the central control room, pulled out chairs, and sat down.

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59 Schneider and Guderian

Schneider tapped the table, drawing their attention to him. "Please turn off all your electronic devices. Norma, this meeting cannot be recorded, so please log off temporarily as well."

“Authentication code,” Norma’s voice came from the camera.

"WSG66921," Schneider said the code slowly and deliberately in a hoarse voice.

"Authentication successful! Professor Schneider, there will be no surveillance here for the next hour. Have a pleasant meeting..."

Norma's mechanical voice came from the camera, followed by a hissing sound of electricity passing through it, and then silence.

"Alright, let's talk now." Schneider adjusted his wheelchair and shifted to a more comfortable position.

"What are you talking about? If it's just about the mission, I don't think we need to turn off the monitoring." Manstein asked. "That's against the rules."

Guderian remained silent, sitting quietly in his seat, fiddling with the pom-pom on his panda sleeping cap.

“I have my own plans,” Schneider said in a hoarse voice. “Before we talk about these things, you need to understand the objective of this SS-class mission.”

Schneider paused for a moment, then, as if making a decision, uttered a few words.

“That’s a document containing all the records of superpower incidents worldwide in recent years. And… a list of people within Kassel College whose bloodlines are questionable! We need to make some changes to it…” Schneider had only finished speaking when Manstein’s expression changed drastically, and he interrupted him.

Manstein quickly covered his ears and gave Guderian a wink.

"This is none of our business! Schneider, your actions have seriously violated school rules and the Party Constitution. After the mission is completed, we will report you to the Board of Trustees."

"No, you won't." At this moment, Schneider seemed like a demon who could see through people's hearts, whispering softly in a hoarse voice.

"Because our most valuable students... could be on that list! We'll discuss that later. Let's talk about... how to get the lost box back first."

Seeing that Schneider had voluntarily moved on from the topic, Manstein, whose expression was grave, did not press further but instead calmly analyzed the current situation.

“Commissioner Raymond is out of the question for now. He’s lost too much blood and is receiving a transfusion at a hospital in China.” Manstein flipped through the documents on the table and then said, “There are three people closest to the scene of the incident, all of them trainees. One has an S-level bloodline and two have A-level bloodlines. They are Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, and Tang Yu.”

After listening to Manstein's speech, Schneider's face darkened. He placed his hands on the table in front of him and scanned the other two with sharp, piercing eyes.

"Given the current situation, we can only send them to the site for investigation. Let's appoint Chu Zihang, the president of the Lionheart Society, as the specialist for this mission, with Lu Mingfei and Tang Yu assisting him."

"Why should Chu Zihang be the commissioner?" Schneider's decision immediately displeased Guderian, who slammed his hand on the table. "Although they lack experience, Mingfei and Tang Yu are both talented young men! Why not make them commissioners?"

Schneider looked coldly at Guderian and sneered, "Talented? Do you think Lu Mingfei, who failed his final exam, deserves that title? As for Tang Yu... I admit he is indeed very capable, but he is still a newcomer. He cannot shoulder the responsibility of an SS-level mission."

Schneider slowly exhaled. "So, let Chu Zihang do it!"

The two professors, who were usually very dignified, stared at each other like two children and started arguing back and forth.

"enough!"

Manstein frowned and slammed his hand on the table.

"You two should at least consider the occasion if you're going to argue! Time is of the essence. First, submit the list to the Board of Directors, and let them confirm the list of specialists! This is an SS-level mission; if we don't handle it properly... we'll all be punished!"

Manstein's words struck a nerve with the two men. Schneider and Guderian exchanged a glance, then turned away disdainfully and said in unison.

"I'll let you off this time, but don't think you've won! My student is the best..."

Manstein sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation.

Ten minutes later, the list of board members was passed over. The three professors looked at the names filled in the "Specialist" column on the tablet and exchanged bewildered glances.

"How could it be Lu Mingfei?" Schneider frowned. "Could he be some school board member's illegitimate son?!"

"To be honest, I also think the Board of Trustees' decision is somewhat inappropriate," Manstein echoed.

In the entire conference room, only Guderian was jumping around happily like a monkey, and you could vaguely hear him talking to himself.

"I knew Mingfei was a talented young man! I never imagined that among those bastards on the board of directors, there would be someone with such discerning eyes!"

"There's nothing we can do. Since those big shots have made their decision, we have no choice but to comply."

Schneider slowly wheeled himself into the central control room, placed a document next to the console, and spoke softly to the student operating it.