The automatic sliding door of the laboratory opened, and Li Longyuan stepped in.
In front of him was a row of transparent display windows, with a pure black military uniform hanging on a hanger at the front end. It was well-cut and made of fine fabrics.
On it, only the left chest is embroidered with gold and silver threads, a half-dead World Tree. Half of the giant tree has lush branches and leaves, and the other half is completely withered.
"This is the most outstanding work of the Equipment Department in the past few years. It is a special combat uniform for individual soldiers. It is made of polymer nanomaterials and is waterproof, heat-insulating and wear-resistant."
"Originally, I wanted to equip you with a mechanical exoskeleton and electronic equipment, but Schneider said that you are in high physical fitness and there is no need for these semi-finished products that are still in the research and development stage. You just need to ensure the quality."
The researcher looked at him curiously as he spoke, as if he wanted to find out the differences in his whole body.
Li Longyuan had no choice but to let him look at him.
After a moment, the man withdrew his gaze and slapped his right palm, wearing a thick glove, on the console. The indicator light on the tempered glass surface turned green, and the display window slowly opened from both sides.
"Here are your wing suit, parachute, helmet, alarm, altimeter and a series of tools."
The researcher also proposed a wingsuit flight equipment bag made of black nylon material.
Li Yongyuan finally understood the execution department's plan to infiltrate Miller.
Stimulate!
When the boy walked out of the underground base of the equipment department, his face was already full of fatigue. He had no idea how many weird products had been ambushed by this group of madmen who loved research.
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The black helicopter departed from the college's internal airport and hovered over this bustling city like a big bird. The propellers waved and brought up the wind, disappearing under the dark night. Looking down, you could vaguely see colorful neon lights towering from the sky.
It shines through the tall buildings.
But the height of the V-22 Osprey transport plane was still rising, climbing over the clouds, and it seemed that even the star screen embedded in the sky was within reach at this time.
The cabin door was half open, and a handsome-looking young man was sitting there, holding his hands on the side of the ship, his legs hanging comfortably in the air, looking at the night view of the city below.
The strong wind blew his sharp black hair into a wild dance, revealing his fiery pupils burning with golden flames.
The special combat uniform produced by the Equipment Department fits his body shape very well and looks strong and strong.
"Prince, we will arrive at the Miller Building in fifteen minutes. Please be prepared."
A cold but elegant mechanical female voice came out of the boy's black headset. "Prince" is the commissioner code given to Li Yongyuan by the Executive Department based on "public opinion" and will accompany him for the next three years in the Executive Department.
The young man who was interrupted from viewing the scene smiled slightly, stood up, took one last look at this developed commercial city, and turned to enter the cabin.
There are high-rise buildings everywhere here, so it is also known as the hometown of skyscrapers.
When he came out again, Li Yongyuan was fully armed, and his black wingsuit was perfectly concealed in the night.
Besides, it is already five or six thousand meters in the air.
He adjusted his helmet and goggles one last time, then stood on the V-22 Osprey transport aircraft that was very close to the clouds and jumped off.
"Good luck!"
The middle-aged captain gave a thumbs up in the cockpit and then drove the transport plane back.
This time, the only commissioner who came forward to carry out the mission was Li Longyuan.
Because Schneider knows very well that instead of arranging a few more guys who are holding back, it is better to let this "monster" do it safely and boldly.
Wingsuit flying is an extreme sport among ordinary people, and they often need to have experienced two hundred skydives before they are qualified to try it.
But for Li Yongyuan, he doesn't even need a flight suit to do this.
The black figure fell rapidly in the air, like a large bat spreading its wide membrane wings.
The lights in the Miller Building are brightly lit, and many employees with documents in hand are working overtime to complete the tasks assigned by the Boss.
"Chairman, the relevant information has been completely destroyed, and we guarantee that no trace will be found. The scientific researchers of Jushi Research Institute are also arranging the transfer."
The middle-aged butler Charlie knocked on the office door and walked in. Leonard Miller, the leader of the Miller family, was sitting on the boss's chair with his back turned.
"Good job, Charlie."
The old man's deep and deep voice came from behind the chair.
"Thanks to the chairman for cultivating me."
The butler bowed very humbly.
When he raised his head again, he found a dark gun barrel pointed directly at him.
"No, no, Chairman, you can't..."
The housekeeper's panicked voice stopped abruptly at the sound of a gunshot. The old man turned around from the darkness. His chest hidden under the collar of his suit was covered with fine iron-blue dragon scales, and his bloodthirsty golden eyes glowed.
Dark light.
"This is the reward you deserve, Charlie."
The gray-haired old man held down the armrest, stood up slowly, and spoke softly.
Leonard took out a clean white handkerchief from his suit pocket and carefully wiped the P230 pistol.
The Miller family, with noble dragon blood naturally flowing through their bodies, should be able to control the life and death of these untouchables.
But today's society actually pays attention to the equality of human rights and compares ants with noble hybrids like them?
Leonard refused to accept it. Only when the Dragon King wakes up, reorganizes the order of the sun and the moon, and restores the status and rights of the ruler can these ordinary people understand what is awe and what is the prostrateness of the weak.
The old man hummed a rock tune proudly, pushed open the wooden door and walked out. Behind him, a middle-aged white man lay in a pool of blood. The gurgling blood gradually gathered into a stream, and his eyes were still open with a gleam of horror and regret.
.
Perhaps, he made an irreversible mistake since he accepted the Miller family's entrustment to become a butler.
And the price is his life.
"Sarah!"
Leonard shouted in the corridor, and several mercenaries armed to the teeth ran over with submachine guns.
They are a legion raised privately by the Miller Group. They are all selected from street children in war-torn countries and have been trained in their superb killing techniques since childhood.
The leader of this legion, Sarah, is a rare hybrid.
"Master!"
The leading man respectfully saluted a standard military salute. He had dark brown semi-long curly hair, and a scar in the deep eye socket of Semitic race, which made him look even more brave.
"Dispose of the body and be ready to escort me to transfer at any time."
The old man ordered.
"yes."
The man nodded in agreement, then waved his hand, and two mercenaries who were also wearing camouflage combat uniforms rushed forward and quickly cleaned up the blood stains and corpses in the office.
"Follow me to the archives. I still have something there."
The old man looked at the well-trained mercenaries in front of him with satisfaction. This was the foundation of the Miller family.
"yes."
The man with the gun answered.
Less than a kilometer above where they were, someone opened a parachute while falling at extremely high speeds.
The pure black umbrella is printed with the logo of the Equipment Department of Kassel College, like a large dandelion floating in the night sky.