Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

At present, the Executive Department has taken control of George Wick's location. He is in a hotel in San Antonio, but he did not go out to "forage for food."

Chapter 116: Chatting on the Road

"Junior, I heard that you are going to participate in this war internship course?"

After Mo Qiuran opened the door, Finger rushed in impatiently. Seeing Mo Qiuran's appearance, his eyes lit up and he took out his camera: "Give me some close-up photos, junior brother. This is first-hand information that can be sold for money!"

"Yes, we are auditors and have official permission to attend classes, and our level is high enough." Mo Qiuran replied, "Forget about the close-up photos, senior, just take them like this... Can this be sold for money?"

"Of course you can. All the information about a famous person can be sold. I have already figured out how to sell these photos. I will print them out and make a photo album called "The First Expedition of S-Class"! Doesn't it sound impressive?"

Finkel set up his camera and took continuous shots. His posture and efficiency were extremely professional, though a little sneaky... perhaps it was due to his professional habit.

"It sounds like the emperor, but it's surprisingly good," Mo Qiuran shrugged, "Can this kind of photo really be sold?"

"Of course you can. Maybe you haven't realized how popular your photo is, especially since it involves taking part in a war internship course in advance! Besides, the photo doesn't involve any mission details. If it involves confidential information, the director of the Discipline Committee will probably appear in front of me in the next second. As a campus paparazzi with so many years of experience, I have sufficient experience with the red lines of review!" Finkel said proudly.

"This is just like a regular prostitute showing off that he can find the most cost-effective lady in the safest place. It's not something to be proud of at all!"

While complaining, Mo Qiuran looked at himself in the floor-length mirror, nodded with satisfaction, and then began to take off the special action suit of the Equipment Department, folded it and put it in the box.

Although it was unexpected that they were able to "crash the class" as "auditors" and finally succeed, the efficiency of Kassel College has never been doubted. When they returned to the dormitory, they found two large boxes in front of their dormitory door, with labels with Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang's names on them.

When they opened the big box, they saw a set of professional action clothes, some weapons and corresponding instruction manuals. There was also enough space for other clothes or personal belongings. It was very considerate. After all, considering the target location of their operation this time, they still needed everyday clothes as a cover.

While Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang were trying on the combat uniforms distributed by the equipment department, Finkel came over as if he smelled something.

Finkel's explanation for this was that he had an intuition for valuable news, and Mo Qiuran's evaluation was that this was a paparazzi with excellent professional training and even possessed passive skills.

"So as a senior in the sixth grade, can't you provide any other help besides taking pictures for us to see us off?" Mo Qiuran suddenly asked.

"Junior, you should know that I am just a mediocre person. My lifelong dream is to live a lazy life in school. I dare not even get involved in the executive department!" Finkel looked embarrassed. "As for what kind of help you want from me... Can I forge a certificate of poor health for you so that you can perfectly get out of this war internship course?"

"Senior, you have a very thorough understanding of yourself... Does your poor health prove that such things can be forged?" Mo Qiuran packed up his things. Actually, there was nothing to pack. Everything was in the big box sent by the equipment department. He just needed to put some personal clothes in it.

"It's very simple. Just get a few dozen bottles of 96-degree water of life!" said Finkel.

"Thank you. I don't want to die of alcohol poisoning just to avoid a course I really want to take. The coroner's report will then say that a small amount of blood was found in the deceased's alcohol." Mo Qiuran was speechless.

This intelligence dog is lame!

Valley/span……

It was still the CC1000 express train they came from. There was no airport in the school for airplanes to take off, and there were not enough helicopters to transport thirty-two students as well as school staff and logistics personnel at the same time, so they needed to take this train to Chicago Railway Station first and then transfer to a Boeing 737 passenger plane that the college had chartered to fly to San Antonio.

Time is very tight, not because anyone has set a time limit, but because the target this time has been surrounded by the executive department specialists. If they arrive too late and the target is preparing to kill someone, the executive department will definitely not sit idly by. By then, if the target is gone, the war internship class for these first-year students may become a travel internship class.

The reason why he was not killed directly but chosen as the teaching material for the war practice course for first-year students was that this target suspect had been staying in the hotel the whole time and had not gone out. All the food was normal and was delivered by the hotel staff. Apart from staying at home, his biggest hobby every day was looking at the scenery outside the window.

If all the evidence hadn't pointed to him, the executive department would have even suspected that they had chosen the wrong target.

But the marks left on the bodies and some of the murder weapons don't lie.

So in this situation, George Wick's behavior seems particularly incomprehensible.

"Brother Caesar, what do you think is possible?" Mo Qiuran looked at Caesar opposite him and decided to ask.

The other students in the main carriage were discussing mission intelligence, but the three of them were silent, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

That’s right, Caesar was sitting opposite Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang.

In fact, Mo Qiuran really had no intention of developing Caesar into the team's wallet, at least not now.

According to his plan, when the one-month deadline came, Caesar would come to challenge him. He would continue to maintain his "50-50" style, and then observe how Caesar, a proud king, would react after encountering setbacks. After judging his true character, he would decide whether to develop him into a team purse.

But I can’t help but ask for my wallet to come forward!

He also continued the silent style of Chu Zihang, who seemed to be about to lose his position in the wallet!

This won’t do. One cold-blooded and expressionless person in the team is enough. If there are two, wouldn’t it really become a one-man show for me?

"Me?" Caesar was stunned. In fact, after getting in the car, he chose to sit opposite the two of them because he planned to take this opportunity to communicate. It was not to show weakness, but because the relationship between them had been portrayed as incompatible on the campus forum. However, just when he was still thinking about how to start, Mo Qiuran spoke first.

Caesar reacted quickly. In his opinion, this was probably Mo Qiuran's second challenge to him, to test the depth of his analysis of the intelligence. So after sorting out his words, he began to describe his previous ideas, "I think he should be waiting for a grand enough scene, a scene suitable for him to appear."

Chapter 117 Fishing, Bait? Hunter or Prey?

"I have read some cases of half-blood depravity in my home library," Caesar said. "In most cases, those who were originally timid and cowardly would become manic after their bloodline awakened. In addition to their instinctive desire to devour flesh and blood, they all wanted to gain more attention by killing people. Many famous serial murders were actually committed by degenerate half-bloods."

"Do you want to feel the attention of others?" Mo Qiuran thought thoughtfully, "There is really no way to experience it on your own...but you can still guess and understand it."

"The weaker and more cowardly a person is, the more likely he or she will do things he or she didn't want to do before but wants to do now after gaining powerful strength," Caesar nodded in agreement with Mo Qiuran's words. "The murderer has killed so many people in the past year and has been hiding very well. But he suddenly left this remote farm for a big city, taking all his savings with him. This shows that he is no longer satisfied with the status quo."

"He is not satisfied with the current situation and is even willing to expose his past deeds," Mo Qiuran said, "He is bidding farewell to his past self. He will be a brand new person after this... His depravity has brought him more and more power and is also affecting his mind. He is eager to let the world pay attention to him, so he needs to take action in a large enough place with more people and in a way that will attract the most attention?"

"That's my guess," Caesar nodded. "He didn't do it because he was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity with enough traffic. The city of San Antonio has a grand festival called the Texas Customs Festival. At that time, more than 40 people of different races will take to the streets to celebrate with their own ethnic characteristics... and the festival is about half a month away."

"Brother Caesar is amazing!" Mo Qiuran exclaimed, "How could you grasp such crucial information so quickly?"

"No, that's not the case. It's just that Norma sent us additional information on this matter before...so you didn't pay attention to it?" Caesar said.

"Brother Caesar, it's wrong to always be addicted to your mobile phone." Mo Qiuran said after a moment of silence.

"Let's not talk about the cell phone issue for now. There is actually a question I wanted to ask just now. Doesn't this 'brother' mean brother?" Caesar asked.

"Oh, actually it's just because calling me senior all the time seems a bit tedious, and it always feels weird, so using the word brother makes it seem a little more intimate," Mo Qiuran replied, "We are all classmates, and we all have to do the same mission. At a time like this, shouldn't putting aside our grudges and working together be our top priority?"

"You're right," Caesar thought for a moment and nodded, "So should I call you that too? Brother Qiu Ran?"

"The atmosphere suddenly became strange, but it's okay, it doesn't matter what you call him." Mo Qiuran thought for a moment and patted Chu Zihang who hadn't spoken yet, "You can also call him Brother Zihang. In fact, he doesn't have any opinion on you. This state of silence is his normal speaking frequency."

After a brief interaction, Mo Qiuran discovered that Caesar's personality seemed to be good for the time being. At least he didn't have those nobleman syndromes. Moreover, there was no overbearing feeling in their communication. Instead, he seemed a bit silly and stupid... a big golden retriever?

That's right, when a lion is not fighting for territory or stealing things, isn't it just a big golden retriever? Nothing wrong with that! Mo Qiuran thought.

Chu Zihang looked at Caesar and nodded, then said seriously, "Hello, Brother Caesar."

Although he also felt it was strange, since Mo Qiuran had already called Caesar that, he might as well do the same...

"Hello, Brother Zihang." Caesar replied.

"I have another question. Is the word 'water word count' some Chinese slang?" Caesar asked with an attitude of humility. He originally thought that he had learned Chinese very well, but during the conversation with Mo Qiuran, he found that there were words that he didn't understand from time to time. Now that the relationship between the two had eased a little, he began to ask questions driven by curiosity.

If Chu Zihang knew what he was thinking, he would probably persuade him not to have such dangerous thoughts. If he still wanted to be a normal person, he should not try to understand every word in Mo Qiuran's words!

"This is one of the industry jargons used by writers of online literature. Other jargons include 'cut', 'eunuch', 'gugugu', etc. However, they are not generally used lightly." Mo Qiuran explained seriously.

"So Brother Qiu Ran is also a writer?" Caesar was in awe and felt that he had met a real opponent. In fact, Caesar had written a book without telling anyone, but... although it was published, the performance was not very good.

"It's okay. I just work hard every day to write 4,000 words to earn some royalties for a living. Even so, there are still people who watch pirated copies. If it weren't for the scholarship, they wouldn't even be able to afford food..." Mo Qiuran was full of resentment when he talked about piracy.

Caesar was silent for a moment. He had never been exposed to this kind of knowledge, so he didn't know how to answer... After all, the sales of his book were extremely poor and he had printed it entirely out of his own pocket.

"But I think there is more information that needs more attention, about the organization called [Perfect Evolution]." Just when he was still hesitating about how to answer, Mo Qiuran instantly changed the subject. The resentment on his face completely disappeared, and he said seriously.

Caesar was a little confused for a moment. It was the first time he had encountered such a haphazard operation.

But it’s okay, you will understand it naturally after experiencing more!

"Do you mean there might be more enemies?" Caesar understood what Mo Qiuran meant after a little thought.

"Yes, I have dealt with this organization before, and my impression of them is that they are cruel and ruthless, and they will do anything to achieve their goals," Mo Qiuran nodded, "and now there is a slogan of Perfect Evolution in George Wick's house. Did he just pick it up? Or is he originally a member of the Perfect Evolution organization, or is he just a test subject?

If it is a test subject, then this time, will the Perfect Evolution Organization ambush in secret?"

"You mean..." Caesar lowered his voice in thought, "The academy is using us as bait?"

Chu Zihang drank tea quietly.

"I don't want to speculate about the academy with such malicious intent...but why must we let that guy stay there like a time bomb and let the students defuse it?" Mo Qiuran looked out the window.

The thick mangroves finally passed out of sight and were left behind. The sunlight caught up with the pace of the Mercedes-Benz train, and everything seemed so beautiful.

Who is the hunter and who is the prey?

Chapter 118: Painter, Collector, Customer

San Antonio.

This is the second largest city in Texas and the seventh largest city in the United States. It was originally a settlement of American Indians, and then gradually developed into what it is today. In the process, some customs and cultures of various periods have been preserved, such as rich historical buildings. Ruins, Spanish culture, Indian culture, Mexican ethnic style, etc., surround the San Antonio River in San Antonio, which passes through the entire city.

Simply put, if you want to appreciate the scenery of the fusion of various cultures here, then you can just walk along the San Antonio River. If you are an artist looking for inspiration, you can also stay in a hotel by the river and enjoy the scenery from the balcony or through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, which is naturally unique.

These were the words that the taxi driver said to the man at the beginning, so the man remembered them and asked the driver to find him a hotel. The driver was naturally overjoyed and patted his chest and said that he would definitely help him and said, "Sir, you have a keen eye. There is no more honest driver than me in the whole city of San Antonio." The man did not remember those nonsense, because people are very good at lying. They just need to wear a mask. No matter what is inside, they can look the way they want on the outside. The man is very clear about this, because he is also very clear about what is hidden under his seemingly elegant, melancholy and artistic face.

That is a bloodthirsty devil, a monster that does whatever it wants.

But... now is not the time.

It's not time to unleash the demons within.

The man leaned against the French window, motionlessly admiring the boats passing by on the river below and the people coming and going on the riverbanks on both sides. With his melancholy and quiet temperament, casual clothes and unkempt face, he really looked like an artist looking for inspiration, but in fact he was just reminiscing about the past, thinking about the present and looking forward to the future.

It sounds very artistic, but if thirty or forty lives were added to it... then the crazy murderer is planning his next plan.

He stayed in that remote place for so long and killed so many people in secret. He came here to release his power completely, to achieve true sublimation and to become the focus of the world!

Before that, he still needs to wait.

So the man didn't care how much money the driver stole from him. Anyway, these things that he used to consider more important than life were no longer important. He would become a god! Get perfect evolution! Money is just something that the world pursues!

By then, they will surely be grateful for the transcendence they have brought!

This is George Wick. As he thought of this, a golden light flashed in his eyes, but he still suppressed it. He still needed to wait! There were still more than ten days left, and that would be the most appropriate time!

Just then he suddenly noticed two young men.

There was a lot of traffic along the San Antonio River, but suddenly a teenager carrying a drawing board and another teenager carrying a stool and a billboard with a slogan came over, sat down by the river, set up the billboards and placed the stools... In fact, they were not that eye-catching.

If only these two boys didn’t look so “COOL”.

The problem is that these two boys are very handsome, so handsome that it’s earth-shattering and inhumane!

And they are both handsome in completely different styles, one is the kind of romantic playboy with eyes as gentle as water that almost make people fall in love with him, while the other has a cold face, as if nothing interests him, like a cold and arrogant prince.

However, these two young men who could afford to live a carefree life just by looking at their faces actually sat down by the river and set up a drawing board and a billboard. George Wick's eyesight had improved a lot, so he could clearly see the English words written in colored pen on the sign - "Sketch Portrait, $100 per session."

Even with George Wick's current mentality, he still found it a little unbelievable...Isn't this just robbery?

Although he, as a being who is about to become a god, does not care about money at all, these secular humans value money more than life... No one would be willing to spend a hundred dollars on such a thing, no matter how good their paintings are!

George Wick was slapped in the face just when he had such a thought in his mind, because a man with golden hair and a face like a Greek sculpture walked over. He was wearing a short shirt and jeans, with the top few buttons open, and his huge chest muscles were particularly obvious. After seeing this art stall, he showed an interested look, and directly took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and handed it over. The cold-blooded boy took it and nodded, then sat down on the chair where the customers sat, sometimes playing with his mobile phone and sometimes looking at the scenery. The painter boy was also not vague, holding a pencil and starting to sketch, while the cold-blooded boy glanced around, his sharp eyes and the billboard next to him seemed to say that if anyone doesn't come to patronize the business and just wants to get something for free, then you will have a hard time...

Such a scene quickly attracted the attention of all passing tourists. Yearning for beauty is human nature. What's more, there were three top-notch boys who were not inferior to male stars in movies and even surpassed them because of their temperament.

It was just like a scene from a movie! With this in mind, the tourists stopped to watch, and some even looked around to see if there was a hidden camera somewhere to film a movie, but in the end, they were in vain.

The afternoon sun shone down, and mottled shadows of the trees covered the bodies and faces of the three boys. For a moment, the people around them even deliberately lowered their voices, as if they were afraid of disturbing this picturesque beauty. It was interesting to say that the painter boy was painting for others, but he himself became a part of the painting.

……

"Minister, isn't this making too much noise?" Commissioner Brown put down the telescope in his hand and asked worriedly. He didn't dare to directly question Professor Schneider why he agreed to Mo Qiuran and others' actions, so he could only say this.

This is probably what high emotional intelligence is.

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how loud the noise is," Professor Schneider shook his head and said, "Smart students have the power to make their own choices. Since they are the only ones who realize that they are bait, then let them be."

Before saying this, Professor Schneider subconsciously checked his microphone, worried that these words would reach Mo Qiuran's ears.

You can just say it behind my back, but to my face...

Professor Schneider really didn't dare to say this to Mo Qiuran's face to a student who could scrap an experimental well in the equipment department in an hour after going to the cellar, God knows what he could do!

Professor Schneider felt overwhelmed.

"But we know that the Perfect Evolution organization is in the dark..." Commissioner Brown was a little worried.

"It is precisely because they are in the dark that we need to do this," Professor Schneider said. "As long as the interests are big enough, this kind of organization will do anything.

And now, the heirs of the Gattuso family, the S-level, are all there. "

Chapter 119 Lu Ming insists on participating in the basketball game

With the completion of the first sketch, Caesar Gattuso, who was invited by Mo Qiuran to be a trustee, seemed very satisfied and left with his things, while Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang stayed where they were, It seems that there is a real intention to continue to place this sketch carpet.

"The rich and colorful cultural atmosphere here has activated my desire to create!" said Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang.

"What do you want to do?" Chu Zihang didn't believe what Mo Qiuran said. Art as the public knows it has nothing to do with Mo Qiuran. As for money? Mo Qiuran, who just received a generous scholarship, would never lack this one hundred dollars per sketch.

So even Chu Zihang was confused, although he still accepted Mo Qiuran's arrangement without questioning.