Chapter 142: The Cassel Victims Trio, assemble!
The nights in Tokyo are too long and are far less sunny than the sunshine in North America.
At Chicago International Airport, a man wearing a dark green plaid shirt and baggy jeans walked out with a stern face.
His hair was obviously greasy as if he hadn't been washed for four or five days, but the mysterious silver-gray color and the majestic manner in which he walked made people mistakenly think that he had just returned from an expedition in the West.
Even the oil-stained canvas bag in his hand seemed to contain the secret treasure left by the Indians.
"Don't worry, professor. I may not be good at other things, but I am undoubtedly good at escaping and saving my life."
Finkel tried to look cool, and rambling to Professor Guderian on the other end of the phone: "A lot has happened in France, but these things involve too many things. I can only say that those who understand will understand, and those who don't understand can't say anything, because it involves too many things and too deep.
Lu Mingfei? I was looking for him, but I couldn't find him.
I ran from France to Spain, went to Montalvi Beach and Camp Nou. If Professor Schneider hadn't said to suspend the mission, I would probably be at the Bernabeu now.
No, I'm really looking for someone who doesn't travel at public expense. Just think about it, adolescent boys must have endless curiosity about girls' bodies, right? Football is the world's number one sport, and boys don't know how to...
What? StarCraft?
Oops, professor, there is a problem with my signal. A blonde beauty with big wavy hair is blocking the signal from the signal tower. I will tell you in detail later when I find a place with better signal."
After making up an excuse to hang up the phone, Finkel went out and found a Greyhound bus to go to the Chicago train station. He needed to take the CC1000 express train to return to school.
Cassell College is located in the far suburbs of Chicago, with very inconvenient transportation. As a well-known poor man, he certainly cannot be surrounded by luxury cars and beautiful women like other rich classmates and go wherever he wants.
As expected, the CC1000 express train was still late. This train had never been late or left early when he was the king of A-level students.
But after his level dropped in recent years... Well, I can only say that people's hearts are fickle.
With a sigh, he found an empty corner and did not clean his bladder and intestines, but took out his cell phone to contact:
"Hello, this is Mr. K. Please put me through to Mr. Henkel."
"Don't you think it's childish?" A voice older than Guderian's and more powerful than a superior came from the other end of the line.
"Just consider it a secret signal." Finkel nonchalantly fiddled with a tangled mass of hair that had accidentally gotten stuck with sauce while he was eating breakfast on the plane.
"How's the investigation going on for the thing I asked you to do?"
"We have some clues. We haven't found out who sold the inferior serum to the Brotherhood yet, but it happens that someone in my family has come into contact with similar serum." Han Gao's voice was neither hurried nor slow, and he didn't care at all that the person he was talking to was the executive commissioner of Kassel College.
"Wow, that's great news. So he knows the source of the serum?" Finkel's eyes lit up.
"It should be Japan. One of my clansmen is responsible for dealing with issues related to South American gangs. He once had an intersection with a transnational human trafficking gang.
The gangster boss said that someone was injected with that inferior serum while evading pursuit, and was directly transformed from a human into a monster similar to Deadpool, which almost caused him heavy losses.
Later, he took great pains to find the person who was selling the serum in his territory without any notice, but in the end, both the dealer and the middleman were arrested. He only knew that the seller might be Japanese, and the basis for his judgment was the other party's words "Yoshi" when the price was finalized. "
"It sounds like he is also a mixed-race?" Finkel's eyes moved. He always felt that this black boss who was involved in human trade was not selling good goods.
Han Gao chuckled: "Why, are you ready to end your boring babysitting game early?"
The guy opposite was a man with a strong personality. Although he often spoke in a smooth and slick manner, this time he was obviously interested in the gangster and his goods.
"Let me find out. If I can't continue this babysitting job, I have to find a way to graduate. They really dare to block me from getting my diploma if I don't have enough credits."
"We'll talk about it later. That guy is still useful to us now." Han Gao said calmly, "Are you planning to go to Japan next?"
"No, summer vacation is coming soon, and I have to go back to my hometown to help make ham and grilled sausages."
"Haha, really? Have fun then."
After the call ended, Finkel returned to the platform and waited for the train, which might arrive at an unknown time, frowning and thinking.
The Japanese hybrids were beaten to their knees by the secret party in the past, but only in the last ten years have they gradually regained their strength and dared to boss around the specialists sent by the college headquarters.
Previously, Fingel didn't know who gave them the courage, but now it seems that the evolutionary drugs are their confidence? As everyone knows, in the world of mixed-bloods, only the discarded ones are sold, and the real good things are kept for themselves.
No one knows what kind of treasure the Japanese hybrid has hidden in his hands, just waiting to turn against the academy headquarters.
Fortunately, he is also an organized person.
Since we have discovered that someone in Japan is conducting genetic experiments, why not report it to the school and ask them to send someone to investigate thoroughly? Thinking of this, he reached for his canvas bag, and when he reached over, he touched a dark, hairy arm.
When I looked back, I happened to meet the eyes of a black uncle.
I can tell from the look in his eyes that he is someone you can't afford to offend.
Uncle Hei turned his eyes away as if nothing had happened, pulled his hand back, whistled and walked away.
"He's trying to get a dead head in Diuleilou. He's trying to get a family fortune in the street. He even dares to steal my grandfather's bag!"
In order to avoid being accused of racism, he held back his words and said something about the national quintessence of the other side of the ocean.
An hour later, the delayed train arrived and Finkel smiled and offered to give the conductor a watch, but the latter politely declined.
Soon, Finkel stepped onto the lawn of Kassel College again. Before he had time to breathe the free and fresh air, he was scolded by the chairman of the Discipline Committee who was passing by.
After completing the reporting process at the executive department, he returned to his doghouse-like dormitory, turned on his computer and had a brief conversation with a powerful college secretary, who provided some direction for the investigation.
Finally, as night fell, the long-paused investigation at the Executive Bureau made some progress. After being reported to higher authorities, it even alerted the principal who was visiting friends in Europe! "The source of the serum may be in Japan?"
Angers, who was attending a charity dinner in Paris, France, received the news, said goodbye gracefully to the beautiful ladies surrounding him, and went to the balcony holding a goblet filled with red wine:
"Is the news confirmed?"
"Yes, Norma discovered a similar case in Brazil, and we sent a specialist from our Brazilian branch to investigate..."
Professor Schneider rarely heard the principal repeatedly confirm the authenticity of something. It seemed that he was also surprised by the situation in Japan, but he still reported the information he obtained one by one.
"I remember that the reports submitted by the Japanese branch every year were very normal. There was no sign of any dragon revival, and even the records of killing the assassins were very rare."
Angers stood on the balcony, gazing at Notre Dame de Paris in the distance, and suddenly thought of a student he hadn't contacted for a long time.
"Yes, the headquarters has suspected this, but the specialists sent to Japan for inspection or business trips every year have not found any abnormalities." Schneider said, and added: "Except for the mental abnormalities caused by their torture by the Japanese branch."
In Kassel College, the Japanese branch feels like a black hole, and no one knows what is inside the black hole.
Anyone who attempts to gaze into a black hole or gets close to it will meet with misfortune, as a specialist who has had the good fortune to have been on a business trip to Japan has verified through personal experience.
"So this time we should send a few strong-minded guys." Ange smiled and sipped the red wine in his glass: "The guys on the school board said before that our current education policy is just indulging students to do whatever they want, and there is no intention of training dragon-slaying leaders at all.
Now, perhaps we can use the Japanese branch to verify whether our educational policy is wrong."
Upon hearing this, Professor Schneider realized that the president had already decided to send someone to find trouble with the Japanese branch across the ocean, and had selected two suitable candidates.
"Are you going to let Caesar and Chu Zihang serve as the executive commissioners for the mission here?"
He actually had some objections to this candidate. After all, the Japanese branch was a notorious man-eating vortex, and every specialist who went there on a business trip would suffer physical and mental torture.
Chu Zihang was okay. He was a well-known task-maniac and had a strong character that he had never seen before in his life, but his qualifications were still too shallow.
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Although the main body of the Japanese branch - the Sheqi Eight Families are also a gang, the Mexican gangs that Chu Zihang single-handedly wiped out half of some time ago are at best small shrimps that can be easily crushed compared to this group of mixed-race gangs.
He didn't think that Chu Zihang could withstand such a heavy burden now.
As for Caesar, he is a rebellious young man. Although he has had some outstanding performance in the two years since he entered the school, it is not enough for Schneider to trust him too much.
The Japanese branch is a gang that has continued from ancient times to the present. The Gattuso family has cleaned themselves up and now they are good at the social etiquette and methods of the upper class, which are completely useless in front of the Sheqi Eight Clan, who are completely evil.
In that cruel and barbaric country, only knives and blood can make the other side submit.
As long as these two are given enough time to grow, Schneider believes that they will transform into independent figures, and may even grow into the dragon slayers and leaders who can replace him in the future as the principal says.
But now, he was a little worried that the leaders of the two student societies would collapse under the pressure.
However, Professor Schneider did not refute anything.
The appearance of Lu Mingfei proved that his vision was not as sharp as imagined. That guy seemed to be very good at breaking other people's stereotyped glasses.
"They are still too young. Being young and energetic is a good thing, but sometimes it can also be a bad thing." Angers faced the night breeze and bathed in the moonlight. His white suit seemed to be covered with a layer of silver frost. He said leisurely:
"We need to find someone with a sharp mind and flexible bottom line to assist them."
Back then, Ange went to Japan alone and successfully subdued the Eight Snake Clans. That was because he was known throughout the world as the strongest dragon slayer and assassin, and had the ability to break any defense with his own strength.
As for Caesar and Chu Zihang, at most they are the kings of the student community, but they are actually nothing outside.
Even though Caesar is the heir of the Gattuso family, he can't expect any preferential treatment from the Japanese branch. After all, Caesar's grandfather was once hailed as a hero who opposed Mussolini's tyranny.
In addition, these two people have character flaws and are the type of people who will fight each other at the slightest disagreement.
In order to prevent the situation from getting out of control, it is necessary to add a safety and lubricant between the two barrels of explosives.
After searching through Kassel College, the most suitable person to act as a safety lubricant is undoubtedly...
"I?"
Finkel, who was hiding in the dormitory and wasting his life, had a very interesting expression on his face as he held his phone. He was just about to yell to the other end of the phone, "What hatred and grudge are driving me to death?"
"Yes, it's you." Professor Guderian said sadly, "The principal said that this task must be assigned to you. Let me do some ideological work on you. If you want to eat or drink anything, just tell me. The teacher will approve some funds for you."
"Professor, you make it sound like I don't have much time left. I still want to live another 70 or 80 years." Finkel curled his lips, then smiled and said, "But then again, it's not impossible for me to go to Japan, but I still owe tens of thousands of dollars on my credit card. I wonder if you..."
However, before he could successfully transfer the debt, Guderian's rather exaggerated voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Hey, what, you agreed? Okay, okay, I'll go buy you a personal accident insurance policy right now! Toot-toot--"
Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Finkel couldn't help but twitch his lips.
After thinking for a moment, he turned over and took out his computer, ready to contact his paparazzi to open a bet on the Night Watchman Forum whether they could return safely from the Japanese branch.
Upstairs from him, the black-haired boy who was buried in a mountain of books studying Norse mythology and runes suddenly looked up and glanced at the latest news on his phone.
After reading the mission content, he picked up the samurai sword placed aside.
This sword is called Murasame and it is the only relic left to him by his father.
He searched many places but could not find the origin of the knife, nor could he find out the original owner's deeply hidden, unknown past.
Serum, bronze mask, runes, Japanese samurai sword...
Perhaps he can gain something from this trip to Japan.
With this in mind, he took out a book on Japanese mythology from a table full of myths and legends and began to study it.
Only by knowing yourself and your enemy can you win every battle.
In Norton Hall, not far from the dormitory building in Area 1, a handsome blond man who had already changed into pajamas and was ready to go to bed after chatting on the phone with his girlfriend looked at the email that popped up on his computer and was slightly stunned: "Sorry, Nuonuo, it seems we have to change the time to go to New York."
"Are you going on a mission?" A lazy, cat-like female voice came from the other end of the phone, "Is there any danger?"
"It shouldn't be difficult. Just go to Japan to investigate some things."
"Japan, that's still..." The lazy female voice suddenly paused, and then gradually turned solemn:
"Then you must come back alive."
(End of this chapter)