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Chapter 1: Shock! Finkel is actually the "founding emperor"? (34/)

"Junior! Why didn't you tell me, your senior, about such an important matter in advance?" Finkel's face was filled with sadness and despair.

"What? What's the big deal? It's because the people in the research department didn't think it through. The quality of the equipment department's products is not good. It has nothing to do with me! It's all their fault!" Mo Qiuran recited the lines with confidence.

On the way back, he had already discussed this excuse with Chu Zihang.

Of course, there is not much difference between the so-called discussion and talking to oneself... Chu Zihang would at most give a nod or shake his head in response.

"What? What about the Research Department and Equipment Department?" Finger was stunned.

"Oh, senior, you are not talking about this. Then what are you talking about? Also, where are our student cards?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"Here, here!" Finkel quickly handed over the two envelopes in his hand. His face, which was about to burst into tears, was now full of flattery. "What I am going to say is not important anymore. What is important is what you just said. As a journalist, I have a special sense for this kind of thing. I have a feeling that this is definitely a big news that will sell like hotcakes again!"

The two envelopes in Finkel's hand contained their student cards. Mo Qiuran opened his own envelope. His student card was black with gold-plated leaf stripes, which looked luxurious yet low-key. In addition, there was a dark green leather student ID card with the World Tree emblem printed on the surface and a "Freshman Admission Handbook" in the envelope.

"Senior, your wording for your sense of smell is really overly appropriate..." Mo Qiuran complained as he threw Chu Zihang's envelope to him. After Chu Zihang opened it, he found that the student card he took out was white with silver patterns on the card surface. "Is this student card so obviously different? What does yours look like, senior?"

"Mine..." Finkel took out his own student card, which was also white with a silver leaf pattern, but compared to Chu Zihang's smooth and mirror-like card, it looked mottled and old, with a few suspicious yellow stains on it. "In fact, all levels are the same, but the S-level ones are black, and this is the first time I've seen it, senior! Junior, take a photo for me, and this will be another news article. I've already thought of a name for it, it's called [Shocking! S-level student cards are like this], what do you think?"

"I think it's more attractive than [The blatant appearance of class confrontation, is it a rule or a tragedy?]" Mo Qiuran said.

"Junior brother, our news agency is committed to creating campus paparazzi gossip news with the sole purpose of making money rather than awakening people's consciousness of class independence and struggle!" Finkel said with a breath of cold air.

"It seems that senior, you have a deep understanding of politics!" Mo Qiuran's eyes lit up.

"It's just a little bit of knowledge, a little bit of knowledge... ahem... I'm serious!" Finkel cleared his throat and said seriously, "The goal of the news agency since its establishment has been to collect information on all the junior and senior schoolmates, including but not limited to height measurements... No, it's to create campus gossip!"

"Why do I feel like you accidentally told the truth..." said Mo Qiuran.

"It's an illusion, it's all an illusion!" Finkel insisted.

"It doesn't matter. After I become the president of the news agency, everyone will have to listen to me!" Mo Qiuran grinned.

"Wait, junior, that's why I came here. We have no grudges in the past and we have no enmity in the present. Why did you treat me like this, junior!" Fingel wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Ah? Why do you say that, senior? Didn't you invite me to join the news agency?" Mo Qiuran looked innocently at a loss, "Since you invited me sincerely, as a junior who is considerate of the senior , I can understand senior you have worked so hard for the past six years as the head of the news agency, but you have not abdicated because you have not found a suitable successor, right? It’s okay! I’m here now Well! From now on, the arduous task of being the president of the news agency and sorting out the materials of all the juniors can be left to me, senior, you just need to hang on the wall as an honorary member!"

"..." Finkel was speechless after hearing what Mo Qiuran said. It took him a while to recover. He sighed and began to speak with deep emotion, "Well, now that we have come to this point, I will not hide it from you, junior brother. There is a reason why I have been the president of the news club for so long!"

"Is it because you can get first-hand detailed information about senior and junior students?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"How did you know? Ah... No! Of course not!" Finkel was shocked and asked subconsciously, then shook his head and argued, "The thing is, the Kassel College News Agency is a rather special organization!"

"Please continue, senior." Mo Qiuran did not interrupt this time and said, "I will just watch your performance quietly."

"First of all, you have to know that, in theory, the news agency should belong to the student union and complete various official interviews and the like... But due to the particularity of Kassel College, everything that normal people can see on the official website is made up to deceive people, so there is no need for an organization like an official news agency." Finkel said.

"It's clear and understandable." Mo Qiuran nodded.

Chu Zihang on the side also nodded. Although he didn't say anything, he was listening to the conversation between the two.

This is probably the legendary cold-faced gossipy woman!

"So, our news agency was founded by myself. I am the founder of the Kassel College News Agency!" said Finkel.

"It turns out that you are the founding emperor, senior!" Mo Qiuran exclaimed.

"Ahem, that's a bit exaggerated," Finkel waved his hand to indicate that he should be low-key. "Generally speaking, this kind of club founded by an individual cannot become a school-level club. In other words, it cannot have a 'school' in front of it. If it wants to become a school-level club, it needs to be reviewed and approved by the school-level leaders!"

"Hiss!" Mo Qiuran sucked in a breath of cold air and looked at Finkel in shock.

"I always feel like you, junior, seem to have some wrong ideas... I didn't pay any physical price!" Finkel explained quickly.

"Oh." Mo Qiuran instantly lost interest.

Chu Zihang on the side: "???"

How did your topic stray into that kind of thing?

Well, not too surprised, after all, these two people...

"In short, the school leader who passed this approval is actually the vice-principal!" Fingel said confidently, "And I am the only president of the news agency approved by the vice-principal, and the night watchman forum is the base camp of our news agency , the founder is the vice-principal's night watchman! So, if you want to become the president of the news agency, you must contact the vice-principal so that you can take my place!"

"Oh... Senior, why didn't you tell me earlier!" Mo Qiuran took out his cell phone and started to make a call, "I'll call and ask right now!"

Fingel: "..."

???

Wait, I was just saying it, why are you really planning to ask? Also, how did you get this contact information? If I remember correctly, you just went to meet, and you got the phone number? This is too outrageous!

Chapter 111: Mo Qiuran, the New President of the School News Agency

"This is the first time you've called me on your own initiative."

Principal Angers said after answering the phone.

"Is that so?" The old cowboy was stunned. "Nonsense, you old bitch, why would I call you if I have nothing to do?"

"So you're calling me now because of something?" said the principal.

"Yes!" said the old cowboy, "I just checked out Mo Qiuran."

"So fast?" The principal was stunned. "I thought it would take a long time to thaw."

"His ability to control his own words is simply incredible," the old cowboy recalled the scene he saw before, and couldn't help but twitching his eyes, "It's just a little too outrageous."

"What happened?" asked the principal.

"He scrapped an experimental well in the Equipment Department," said the old cowboy.

"Oh, that's it... Wait, the experimental well? It's scrapped? What on earth did you do? The experimental well of the Equipment Department was built at a high price!" The principal was shocked after he realized what was going on. "Didn't you go to thaw the cocoon of the pure-blooded dragon to facilitate the research? Why did you scrap the experimental well? What does this have to do with Mo Qiuran? Did he accidentally activate the self-destruction program of the experimental well?"

"Of course not! Wait, why would an experimental well have a self-destruct program?" The old cowboy was stunned.

"God knows what those guys in the Equipment Department were thinking. I remember the reason they gave me when they reported to me was that it was possible to infer what kind of weapons experiments they were conducting through the traces left by the explosion and the surface materials, so they had to install a self-destruct function." The principal recalled after a moment's hesitation.

"If you can get into that kind of place, why don't you just steal the information? Why would you waste money like that?" The old cowboy found it unbelievable.

"What does it have to do with me? It's not my money that's being spent! Those guys in the secret party have too much money. It's a good thing that someone spends some of it on them, otherwise it will easily get moldy... So why was the experimental well destroyed?" The principal answered with confidence, but he still did not forget the issue that concerned him the most.

"Because of thawing," the old cowboy replied. He still felt a little unbelievable when he said this. "He needed to release and dilute the ice elements during thawing, so he dismantled the insulation laboratory that the research department had just built..."

"Wait, do you mean the laboratory that the research department asked me for a huge amount of funding to build?" The principal was shocked again.

"Why interrupt? It's not your money!" the old cowboy said unhappily. "Don't interrupt!"

"You continue." The principal thought about it and felt that it made sense and was irrefutable.

"Then the extremely cold ice crystal was transported to the equipment department's experimental well, and then it began to thaw, and then... the experimental well was gone, and the special alloy metal on the well wall was completely frozen and cracked. When I left with Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang, the well wall covered with a thick layer of ice was still cracking, and the sound was almost like that of playing a pipa," the old cowboy recalled the scene at that time and described it.

"Are you leaving just like that?" The principal was stunned.

"Otherwise! It's hard for me to do it. The Minister of Equipment looked at the experimental well as if he saw his mother who gave birth to countless children pass away!" said the old cowboy. "If we don't take them away, I'm worried that the Equipment Department will be wiped out today... The freshman who made such a big noise was just breathing slightly. I didn't even see a trace of fatigue on his face. Can you believe it? It's outrageous! And, didn't you hear the noise?"

"I heard a loud noise coming from the experimental well, but this is a very frequent occurrence..." said the principal.

"Anyway... I can't really describe the situation at the scene, but you can go and take a look," the old cowboy lowered his voice, "Where did you find this person from? Did he really jump out of nowhere? If that's the case, I think his identity is a bit suspicious..."

"He is indeed not in my plan. As for his identity...his identity is related to an ancient mixed-blood family in China," the principal said. "You know, that is a force that can rival the secret party."

"So that's how it is..." the old cowboy suddenly realized.

"I'm looking forward to the expressions of those guys in the secret party. The better Mo Qiuran performs, the more I look forward to it." There was a hint of comfort in the principal's voice, as if he was happy at the thought of such a situation.

"Has it come to this between you?" asked the old cowboy.

"Almost. They have been increasingly dissatisfied with me over the years. They probably want to find someone who can replace me. Caesar Gattuso is their choice, but he still needs too much time to grow," the principal said. "The difference between them and me is that no matter how Caesar performs, I will do my best to train my students as long as he comes to slay the dragon. But the secret party is not willing to spend time and energy on people who are not under their control."

"Yes, you are a madman who has lived to this day just to slay the dragon. What could be more important to you than slaying the dragon?" the old cowboy sighed.

"That's probably seeing a young man who is good enough to lead the half-bloods," said the principal.

"Stop talking about it. I still have to study that thing later. Damn it, I've gone out almost as many times in the past few days as I did in the previous year!" the old cowboy complained.

"Exercise more is good for your health," the principal advised. "Look at you. I remember when I went to Texas to recruit you with a recruitment letter, you were still a handsome cowboy with a standard figure."

"I am a cowboy now too!" said the old cowboy. "Besides, you were recruiting back then? You just knocked me out and carried me back!"

"Yeah, but the recruitment letter is still in your hands, isn't it?" the principal said. "To be honest, you look like a potato in jeans now."

"This is disguise, disguise, understand? I'm accumulating energy!" The old cowboy hung up the phone angrily, picked up a bottle of whiskey, opened it and started drinking. He was preparing to have a bottle as a routine and consider whether he should go to the ice cellar to dissect and study the pure-blooded dragon. In the end, he successfully convinced himself with the reason "I'm the vice-president now, and when that old bitch is dead, the position of principal will be mine, so I'm doing this for my future self."

However, just as he finished the bottle of whiskey and was about to leave, the phone rang again. He picked it up and unexpectedly found that it was from Mo Qiuran, the S-level freshman who had shocked him not long ago.

Wait, it couldn’t be that the people from the equipment department came to my house because of their popularity and got wiped out, so they called me to handle it!

The old cowboy pressed the answer button with a trembling hand.

"Hello, Vice President. I heard from Senior Finkel that I need your approval to be the president of the news agency. In order to guide the students in the college to have correct values ​​and social outlook, I want to take the position of president of the school news agency!" As soon as the phone was connected, Mo Qiuran bombarded him with a bunch of words without even a pause for punctuation.

Finkel on the side said that he was very calm. Given his relationship with the vice-principal, it would be strange if the vice-principal agreed so easily!

The old cowboy felt relieved when he heard what Mo Qiuran said.

What? It turns out that the equipment department was wiped out!

"Okay, it's just a small matter. I'll tell Norma later!" The old cowboy waved his hand and agreed generously.

Finkel: “???”

No, what happened?

My six-year career as a paparazzi team leader ended just like that???

Chapter 112: Case

A white-skinned young man with messy long brown-black hair staggered into the police station, holding a camera in his hand and with an expression of endless panic and shock on his face.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" a police officer asked.

"I...I...I want to report a case!" The young man stammered and raised the camera in his hand.

……

Night, Texas, far suburbs, farm cabin.

Normally, this place should be quiet and deserted, but at this moment the lights are bright and the noise is loud. All of them are fully armed with serious expressions. The uniforms with Texas PD printed on them show their identities. The police cars parked around surrounded the farm cabin, the police lights were flashing, and the red and blue lights added to the tense and almost frozen atmosphere.

However, they just surrounded the place but did not take any action, even though the firepower in their hands could basically cover and devastate the hut.

"Sir, as you requested, we have deployed defenses here, and the traffic roads leading here have been completely blocked," a captain reported to the director, who had a crew cut and was also wearing a police uniform.

"Very good." The director nodded.

"Sir, what are the next instructions?" the captain asked after hesitating.

"The next order is to stay put." The director glanced at him and said, "We are only responsible for getting here, and the rest will be handed over to the people who will arrive later."

"This is a big case!" The captain seemed a little anxious, "If we find the murderer..."

"John!" The director shouted in a low voice, "I know you want credit, but some things need to be handed over to more professional people."

"We are the police, Chief..." The captain felt a little confused, and then seemed to understand something, "Are they from the FBI?"

"No, it's a department I'm not aware of. My superiors told me to hold on here, and after they arrive, I'll hand the place over to them and obey their orders...Okay, don't ask questions you shouldn't know!" said the director.

Just as he finished speaking, the sound of rotor blades cutting through the air was heard from the sky, drawing their attention.

"Here they come." said the director.

Under the moonlight, a military transport plane appeared through the clouds. It was a newly developed CH-47F Chinook helicopter. Three months ago, it had just been transferred to the test center at Fort Campbell, Kentucky. Military service personnel from the 101th Battalion, 7st Division of the US Air Force Ranger tested the maneuverability, safety and maintainability of various systems of the "Chinook" military aircraft under military conditions. This experiment would take at least half a year to produce a detailed and accurate report, but at this moment it had actually been used by this organization!

Under the watchful eyes of the police, the military transport helicopter landed in an open space. The hatch opened and a team of fully armed operatives quickly walked out from it. Compared with them, the fully armed policemen looked more like refugees.

After getting off the car, these operatives began to cordon off and take over the scene with stern faces. They had a clear division of labor and were in order. More than half of the police officers present did not recognize the various equipment and weapons in their hands. They set up cordons, set up weapons for defense, and used instruments for measurement. Their whole bodies revealed two words - professionalism.

The director suddenly felt ashamed. He thought that his men were able to gather here so quickly and block the streets so late, which showed that they were well disciplined and well-trained. But now, in comparison, if the other side was a disciplined army, his own people were just a group of villagers who were forced to go to the battlefield with pickaxes...

The most eye-catching person was the last man to get off the plane. His face was covered with a mask connected to a gas pipe. The gas pipe was connected to the small cart with oxygen cylinders that someone helped unload from the plane. It was obvious at a glance that he must be the commander. After all, he certainly had no fighting ability.

There were no other markings on their bodies except for the emblem of a half-rotten world tree.

Just as the director was about to step forward to greet and explain the situation, an operative with only his eyes, nose and mouth showing stopped him. He didn't even bother to make up a department name: "We are the relevant department. We are taking over this place now. Please lead your men to evacuate immediately and block all roads leading to here."

“…Okay.” The chief knew very well what to ask and what not to ask. After seeing the badge of the Half-Decayed World Tree, he waved his hand and ordered his men to call it a day. Except for the captain who was a little dissatisfied, the other policemen breathed a sigh of relief. They were all old hands who had been in the police station for so long that they knew what they could take advantage of and what they couldn't. With so many people who looked like they were not easy to mess with coming, it was obvious that this was a muddy water place. They were all just here to get a salary. Who would want to risk their life for no reason?

After all the police cars and police officers had evacuated, an armed man pressed the microphone to report the situation: "Minister, we have completed the control of the scene, and no signs of life have been observed in the house."

"The action begins," said Professor Schneider.

He did not arrange a detailed division of labor. As a qualified leader, he needs to control the general direction of decision-making. If he also needs to arrange specific actions, it can only mean that he is a failure.