Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 349 The Nibelungen Project
Night Watchman Forum, an encrypted room.

This is the place with the highest level of encryption on the forum, even beyond the authority of the administrator. It is hidden in the depths of the huge sea of ​​data. Thinking of entering this room, you have to go through more than [-] pages in more than ten countries to ensure that your address is absolutely clean Then you can proceed to the next step, answering the top-secret questions of Kassel listed by His Majesty the Great Paparazzi King, including the unpopular knowledge of alchemy and the figure data of the student council president's girlfriend, and only after reading this paper Only you can understand the reason for such a cumbersome jump path. After all, the more you know, the more dangerous you are. Secrets always come with a price. Many questions in the paper have already arrived. Kassel's two ruthless heavenly regiments are in a desperate situation for a joint attack.

Oh, and now I have to add a Kyushu branch, because the test paper mentioned the height of the secretary-general of the Kyushu branch, and I always feel that I will be punched into two small biscuits by that young man named Lu Mingfei.

Of course, seeing this, you who are smart must have already guessed that this encrypted room is the distribution center of the mysterious department in Kassel, which is comparable to the equipment department, the commanding palace of countless paparazzi, the loyal home of Finger, and the online news department .

It was a peaceful day, the sea was clear, the river was clear, and there was no cloud in the sky. Fingel looked at a big crocodile that was baring its teeth serenely, thinking about who I am, where I come from, and why I am waiting for the ultimate question of life.

In fact, Fingel knew why he was here. It all started with a phone call from Beiping. He was eating fried chicken and singing. He was not prepared at all when he heard a cold voice on the other end of the phone. Say.

"Finger, I'm Chu Zihang."

Almost instantly, he hung up the phone.

Fingel's back was sweating coldly, it's true, drink some Coke quickly to calm down the shock.

He thought that as long as he hung up the phone fast enough, bad luck would not catch up with him, but it turned out that this was just wishful thinking. Finger's vacation practice was arranged by the executive department. As for Chu Zihang's position in the executive department, needless to say, even a lot Everyone believed that if Professor Schneider went west one day, Chu Zihang would be able to sit in the minister's position and give orders the next day.

Therefore, Finger, who was arranged by the executive department to practice on vacation, rounded up and fell into the hands of Chu Zihang. As we all know, the president of the Lion Heart Association is a well-known good man. He fully considered Finger's personal Willingness, comprehensive factors and conditions, and finally arranged for him to go to the African savannah to find the whereabouts of an extinct crocodile that no one knows.

Fingel's mood is complicated. His dream is to go to Cuba after graduation, drive a luxury car with hot girls, and stuff cigars in his pocket. He heard that high-end Cuban cigars are rolled on the laps of beautiful girls. It is really!It is!This is really wonderful!

Fingal fell in love with whoever came up with such a wonderful idea, rolling a cigar on a beautiful girl's lap, what could be better than that?No, absolutely not!There is no doubt that this is a man's paradise.

But now, there are no hot girls, no fancy cars, not even cigars.

He looked at the crocodile and the crocodile looked at him.

As luck would have it, this crocodile, thought to be endangered, has actually been found.So the question is, what will he do next?
Fingel jumped to escape from the crocodile's bloody mouth.

Back in the car, he touched his butt with lingering fear. As expected of the crocodile being targeted by Cassel, he was extraordinary, and almost bit him. Fingel thought about the eyes of the crocodile. If he read correctly, It's really a little golden, right? There's dragon blood in this thing?

Fingel put his legs on the steering wheel and hummed an unnamed tune, which he learned from the local aborigines. He fiddled with the big signal receiver, leaned out of the car to install it on the roof, and pulled Twice the antenna, and smiled when he saw the signal.

"Let me see, let me see!"

Fingel rubbed his hands excitedly, and after an extremely skillful operation, he entered the paparazzi room.

Messages swiped across the screen quickly, rolling across the screen like waves. Ordinary people would probably not be able to see anything clearly. Fortunately, those who can enter here are of mixed race, and they can be regarded as elites to some extent.

After all, if you are not an elite, you will be broken if you get beaten twice. Don't be confused by the name. Creatures like paparazzi are super strong. At least in terms of being beaten, they are really super strong.

I think he, Finger, is also a fierce man who survived Lu Mingfei's hands several times.

Finger's eyes lit up, it was so lively, it seemed that there was big news!

News is equal to banknotes, and with this big news, Fingel's eyes almost turned into the shape of gold coins.

Just turning it over, his face slowly sank.

Lu Mingfei, the school board, is not a good person.

After quickly understanding the cause and effect, Fingel did not speak immediately. He leaned on his seat and thought for a long time. Finally, the paparazzi king of Kassel made his decision.

He first asked the paparazzi about their opinions, and they were mainly divided into two factions, but there was one thing everyone agreed on, that is, this news was of very high value, and we had to make good use of it and try to dig out all of it.

With a sullen face, Fingel suddenly said something in the room.

"You all forgot, whose news department is it?"

Whose?
It is almost unnecessary to think about this question. The paparazzi immediately remembered the name of that person, Caesar and Gattuso. He is the real funder of the news department, and almost all the activities are funded by the generosity of this nobleman.

But does he own the Ministry of Information?
The paparazzi thought.

Perhaps the answer is no.

There is one and only one real uncrowned king of Kassel, and that is the great Mr. Fingel.

His keen sense of smell, tenacious vitality, and his fanatical pursuit of money and news all deeply inspired the paparazzi of the news department and lit a bright light for their careers of pursuing gossip and gossip news.

Yes, that's right, that's it.

Just writing this month's awards will definitely get an A.

Just when the paparazzi were trying their best to praise Fingel's brilliance and vision, they saw their head of the news department send a message.

"It's S rank."

S grade?
Lu Mingfei, Master Lu?

A young man's face appeared before their eyes.

That's right, Master Lu.

The paparazzi finally remembered that it was already half a year ago. They started betting on the 3E exam results of the S-level, but they lost in the end. .

This is written in black and white in the contract.

So, to be honest, the ownership of the News Department should be in the hands of S-Class.

After that, the paparazzi witnessed the whole process of Finger's speech in words.

If this speech had a title, it probably would.

"On the Ethics of Gossip Journalists, the Soul of Paparazzi"

It should be the so-called "thieves have their own way" in Far Eastern martial arts novels.

Fingel recalls succinctly how he started on this glorious path.

The glorious record of these years has been counted.

Especially the forbidden love between the principal and the vice-principal, the love and killing between the president of the Lionheart Club and the head of the student union, and the past events that have to be told about the downcast S-class and His Royal Highness.

Although none of these explosive gossip news is true, it doesn't matter. For real reporters, the authenticity of the news is never a factor worth considering. It is the key point to measure the success of a news.

"Although I lied, secretly filmed, cheated, and gambled."

Fingal typed painfully.

"But I know, I'm still a good person."

"Brothers, it's time."

"It's time to show our true strength!"

"Let them see what it's called,"

He solemnly typed that line.

"The Uncrowned King."

The paparazzi only felt that the blood in their bodies was burning and boiling.

They joined the news department for one reason or another.

Some are out of money, some out of hobbies, and some want to realize their own value.

But along the way, they have suffered too much discrimination.

Being yelled at by classmates sounds like a terrible paparazzi name, although they are also using self-deprecating methods to reduce this emotion, but more or less, there is still a thorn in their hearts.

And now, following their Mr. Minister, the paparazzi have to prove themselves.

Afterwards, Fingel reaffirmed the discipline of action again, emphasizing that no secrets should be leaked. Online members swore to their gods and the Black King, so Fingel put forward his goal, how to do it, and what kind of state to achieve.

"The action is tight and the task is heavy."

Fingal speaks earnestly.

"May all the kings have prosperous martial arts."

The paparazzi sprang into action.

On the other side of the ocean in North America, Lu Mingfei walked alone in the empty Kassel campus.

"A shelter?"

He thought, he didn't know where his parents were in the shelter, and what they were doing now.

Lu Mingfei scattered all the way to the Kassel Martial Arts Academy on the top of the mountain, walked past the Library Pavilion and the Martial Arts Field, and gradually gained popularity in front of him. That was the location of the research institute. Looking around, the original white snow was covered with footprints, many The place has changed, if anyone is not careful, it will be bad if they fall, and mixed races are okay, but Lu Mingfei knows that there are still quite a few ordinary people in the research institute.

"I remember, there are."

Sure enough, Lu Mingfei found a broom in the martial arts field, and swept the snow in front of the research institute.

There are often similar plots in novels. The seemingly ordinary sweeping monk can say something enlightening inadvertently. Big master.

This kind of thing is not a novel in Kyushu. There are indeed people who use the sweeper to refresh their minds. Maybe the dull sweeper you saw yesterday put down the broom the next day and laughed. , Step by step, life lotus, Waigang has gone.

The method of nourishing the mind is really mysterious, many common and small things can also be used for nourishing the mind, perhaps this is the so-called mustard seed Nasumi, and it is also the principle of the Buddha Kingdom in the palm.

Lu Mingfei swept the snow to one place, and piled it on the zenith platform where mixed-race warriors often stood on piles. He lifted up the Miracle, and a mass of heat rose in his palm. The snowdrift melted at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into a gurgling stream of water. , From the top of the mountain, a waterfall hangs down.

At first, it was just the adventure of a drop of water, its fearful fall, and then more drops of water, they merged into the current and rushed down.

Lu Mingfei stood on the top of the mountain with his hands down, seeing the vastness of the world, he smiled and let out a long breath.

Turning around, the slender man bowed slightly.

Lu Mingfei's eyes flicked across his strange-colored pupils.

"Nice to meet you, S-Class."

Passy said.

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Following all the way, it's also hard work."

He went forward.

"Come on, please have something to eat."

Paxi opened his mouth, and before he could speak, he heard Lu Mingfei's voice.

"The visitor is a guest, the guest is whatever you want, don't refuse."

They were in the coffee shop, and Lu Mingfei made coffee.

"Are you on the school board?"

Lu Mingfei got straight to the point.

Percy lowered her eyes slightly.

"Please allow me to introduce myself, Passi, Gattuso, you can call me Passi."

"Gattuso?"

Lu Mingfei muttered to himself.

Passy was mentally prepared. If the S-level asked Caesar, he had a special set of words to deal with it.

But Lu Mingfei didn't.

He didn't mention Caesar, but said.

"What can you do with me?"

"Mr. Patriarch hopes that you can appear in court to prove the dereliction of duty of Hilbert, Jean, and Angers."

Paxi pushed over a document, and Lu Mingfei browsed it with great interest.

There are a lot of things lined up one by one, from embezzlement of funds to private positions, Angers completely bypassed the school board for such a big matter as the Cassel Military Academy, but this is not the most important thing.

"A keel cross that steals bronze and fire."

Lu Mingfei blinked, he wondered if he was wrong.

But yes, keel cross, yes.

He chuckled and pointed to the last line.

"Here, let me say."

"The Keel Cross fell in the Nibelungen," I didn't bring it back, isn't that clearly written in the report?
"Do not."

Facing Lu Mingfei's question with a smile, Paxi looked solemn.

He shook his head slowly, and then said meticulously.

"Mr. S, we know."

"The report was forged by Angers in order to appropriate the Keel Cross."

"You did bring back the Keel Cross."

"But Angers decided to hide all this out of his selfishness."

Lu Mingfei touched his chin.

"wait."

"I brought back the Keel Cross?"

"Why don't I know?"

Paxi stared at Lu Mingfei with a deep gaze.

"You have difficulties, we can all understand."

"It's the tyrant after all."

Lu Mingfei wanted to say something, but saw Paxi pushing another document.

This is an envelope that seems to be more confidential.

"Mr. S, in my own name, I hope you can take a serious look at this."

Lu Mingfei looked at Passy, ​​looked at the envelope, picked it up with interest, tore open the seal violently, took out the document paper inside, and cast his gaze.

The first line at the beginning is a serious font.

"Project Nibelung"

The next line of remarks is.

"Half-Blood Monarch"

(End of this chapter)