In the execution department, whenever a task is carried out in the form of a team, a commissioner will be appointed as the captain. Lin Nianzheng took this position in the three-person team going to Japan this time, so the brown paper bag was specially sent to him by someone from the execution department.
It means that he will make an independent judgment on how to complete the subsequent tasks after watching the content.
Lin Nian had never heard of an 'S' level special mission. Even the last war practice class in Chicago was only an 'A' level in difficulty. Afterwards, he defeated the real enemy and the sealed files were upgraded to an 'A+' level at most.
, but now the document lying in front of Lin Nian was painted with dark red mercury, and the huge 'S' was scary and unsettling.
In fact, it stands to reason that under normal circumstances, even if it is an 'S'-level mission, Lin Nian, as the captain, should share this information with the team members and brainstorm the details and steps to complete the mission. But this time it is different. The white paper document begins.
The first paragraph stopped Lin Nian from disclosing information:
[The following is a confidential text, and the confidentiality will not be disclosed except to those who unseal it.]
This means that this is information that belongs to Lin Nian alone.
——At the same time, this is also an independent new mission under the three-person team's mission to Japan.
Got cheated.
Lin Nian sighed silently. It was no wonder that he suddenly received a notice of an urgent mission this morning. It turned out that it was not that his trip to Japan was accelerated, but that another new mission fell on him urgently, which made this mission start in such a hurry.
Is it the intention of the principal? Or the intention of the executive department?
While Guessing, Lin Nian pulled out all the documents, and at the same time poured out a black USB flash drive and a box of... matches?
Lin Nian put the USB flash drive and matches next to the sink and scanned the information on the documents in his hand. However, the few blank papers made him frown more and more as he looked at them. At the same time, he put his eyes on the USB flash drive on the sink several times.
, the solemn and strange look on his face became more and more obvious, and the whole reading process lasted for several minutes. Until finally, he sighed and took out the last piece of the document and put it aside, and then put the remaining papers into the bathroom sink.
inside.
"This is really a troublesome task..." Lin Nian took out a match from the matchbox, lit it and threw it in. The moment it touched the match, the paper turned into a ball of fire and burned up instantly.
There was no black ash or impurities left, not even much smoke, which saved Lin Nian the trouble of getting the smoke alarm.
Document paper made of nitrocellulose will not leave any trace when exposed to fire or incineration. The end of the document specifically instructs the reader to destroy the document within one minute after reading. Once the information in the document is missed, the leaker will bear all the consequences.
Responsibility, it is very likely that the Abrahamic Blood Pact will be violated and punished by the 'Party Rules'.
This kind of warning method is extremely severe, and the black and white words are filled with the smell of machine. At Kassel College, Lin Nian came into contact with the principal and the director of the executive department. Both of them gave him a different feeling.
Lin Nian was forced to guess the source of this 'S'-level confidential mission. He could only think of one source - the school board of directors.
Lin Nian read a lot of things about the college on the Night Watch forum. Among them, the profile of the school board was always one of power and coldness. This kind of inhumane task and the disregard of the lives of those who perform the task as a tool.
His style is perfect for the school board.
"Considering the staffing problem of our team, no wonder you secretly thrust this document into my hand." Lin Nian turned on the faucet, extinguished the match stems, tore the matchbox into pieces and rushed them down the vortex.
"Does the principal know anything about it? If he knows, he didn't contact me before getting on the plane. Does this mean that he also acquiesced in this task?" Lin Nian stood in front of the sink, his head lowered and thinking quietly: "This
Is this kind of task really suitable for me? Why does the school board trust me so much? Shouldn't this kind of thing be left to someone who knows the basics?"
"The executive department doesn't have a suitable candidate?... No, it's impossible. I think too highly of myself. I lack actual combat experience and lack of loyalty to the secret party. A more suitable commissioner than me should be readily available..." Lin Nian low
He murmured: "Aren't you afraid that I will take sides because you have something against me?"
handle.
Lin Nian thought of his sister who was still in the college, and suddenly understood, and then a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.
"It's really... a very 'adult' way." He said lightly, grabbed the USB flash drive on the table and put it in his pocket. He stuffed the document he had specially pulled out before into a brown paper bag and sealed it, then pressed it.
He pressed the flush button on the toilet, opened the bathroom door and walked out.
*
"Come out? Do you want some orange juice? There's still some left in the refrigerator." In the cabin, Mandy looked at Lin Nian who was approaching with two glasses of orange juice and asked.
"Thank you." Lin Nian accepted the cup without refusing and put the brown paper bag on the table.
"Mission-related information?" Isshin Miyamoto wiped his face and changed his clothes, sitting on the seat with a towel around his neck and looking at the brown paper bag on the table.
"That's right." Lin Nian glanced at the brown paper bag: "There is only one form in it. It probably wants us to fill in our thoughts on the exchange with the Japanese branch and a briefing to help the local executive bureau complete its tasks."
"Like an ordinary university internship report?" Mandy said while drinking orange juice.
"Absolutely." Lin Nian said: "Then the executive department will give us scores based on our reports. The reward for me will probably be a scholarship or something, and for senior sister, it will be credits, right? If the completion is outstanding enough, maybe the senior sister's grade points will be all this year.
He was directly brought to an excellent level."
"Oh? Really?" Mandy regained her energy and couldn't help but stand up. At this time, the plane shook. Miyamoto Isshin, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly grabbed the towel on his shoulder and looked at Mandy's hand cautiously.
with orange juice.
"Really." Lin Nian sat down, took a sip of orange juice, and looked at Isshin Miyamoto: "It's an 11-hour flight directly to Tokyo Narita Airport. We still have a lot of time. We are interested in talking about Japan.
Ministry matter?"
"Talk about the Japanese branch? Has Mr. Lin really not learned anything about the Japanese branch during this time?" Miyamoto paused and looked at Lin Nian.
"I'm very busy during this period and my energy is limited, so I can't take care of both sides of things at the same time," Lin Nian explained.
"I heard that you and your senior sister have been almost inseparable during this period. I guess you are studying some important topic. Are there any fruitful results?" Miyamoto glanced at Mandy.
"I can't tell you the result, but I spent a lot of time staying up late." Lin Nian smiled.
"I've got dark circles under my eyes." Mandy sighed and pointed at her eyes.
"Mandy, don't you know the situation in the Japanese branch?" Isshin Miyamoto called Mandy's name for the first time.
"I don't know." Mandy shook her head: "But I do have a few friends who went to the Japanese branch for internships, but after they came back they were very secretive about what happened there. Every time I asked them, they said it was nothing special.
It’s just a simple internship.”
"It's normal." Miyamoto nodded to express his understanding: "I think it would be better for you to experience the effect personally after you get there than to explain it verbally. Besides, if I remember well, the person who received us this time will be better."
You should be members of two families, the Miyamoto family and the Inuyama family, so even if there are cultural differences, it won't cause you any trouble... The hospitality at the Japanese branch has always been very good, especially for distinguished guests.
."
"It sounds reassuring, but Senior Miyamoto mentioned the 'Inuyama Family' and 'Miyamoto Family'. Are there many families like this in Japan?" Lin Nian asked.
"There are eight major families in total, headed by the Tachibana family, Gogen, Uesugi, Fuma, Sakurai, Ryoma, and finally the Inuyama and Miyamoto you are referring to. The eight major families merged into the Japanese branch and gathered for common interests. They are called the 'main family'
', also known as the 'Sheqi Eight Families'." Isshin Miyamoto said lightly: "If we compare it with the college headquarters, the only thing that can match the status of the eight families is the high-ranking school board of directors. The eight major families and the school board of directors are all
They are products of the same nature, appearing in all walks of life, controlling resources, and gathering into the secret party to support the dragon-slaying cause."
"It sounds like your eight major families are much more fashionable than the school board." Mandy sighed.
Lin Nian also felt deeply that the popular names of the Sheqi Bajia were more eye-catching than the school board. He felt that the former were all heroes who went to the battlefield naked with swords and could fight dragons with ten blood, while the latter could only
The beautiful female students who live in the school with unspoken rules and the purity of pig knuckles who defraud the students live on.
"But the secret parties in Europe have always been the hegemonic organization with the largest say. In contrast, the voice of our family can only huddle in the far east corner. That's why I went to the headquarters for 'further training', and the students of the headquarters
Going to our house is called an 'inspection'." Isshin Miyamoto said with a smile.
"A branch led by a family feels very retro..." Lin Nian felt a little strange, but he couldn't explain why it was strange: "Senior Miyamoto, I remember that you are a member of the Miyamoto family. What is the name of your Miyamoto family specifically?
What do you do for a living?"
"Technology." Isshin Miyamoto said: "The head of the Miyamoto family is the director of the largest 'Rock Flow Research Institute' in Japan. Even the design of Japan's sewers is in charge of us. The Miyamoto family is responsible for Japan's scientific research and people's livelihood technology.
We have made many outstanding contributions, and it can be said that we are a government agency funded by dignitaries."
"Oh!" Lin Nian instantly had a clear understanding of Miyamoto Isshin's family background: "I heard before that you were engaged in the underworld business. It seems that the rumors are untrue. With such a family background, there is no reason for you to do it.
Those things."
"No, this is a fact." Miyamoto shook his head wholeheartedly.
Lin Nian was stunned for a moment and then scratched his head: "But no matter what, you have changed your ways now. Let him let the past things go."
Miyamoto opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was held back by Lin Nian's words. He looked a little strange: "Mr. Lin hates the underworld?"
"A bit." Lin Nian said: "I have provoked gangsters near the school before, and I had a not-so-pleasant experience, so I am quite resistant to personnel matters in this area."
"That's it." Miyamoto nodded slowly to express his understanding, and then fell into deep contemplation, seeming to be thinking about how to explain to Lin Nian some things that should have been said a long time ago in a "reasonable" way.
"Then what does the Inuyama family do? When I had afternoon tea with the principal, the principal also mentioned that the head of the Inuyama family is his student. The purpose of my trip is also to learn experience and knowledge from the head of the Inuyama family." Lin Nian added.
ask.
"The Inuyama family? It's a custom business." Isshin Miyamoto answered subconsciously.
"Pfft." Mandy, who was drinking orange juice at the side, couldn't help but squirted out a little. Fortunately, she raised her hand to cover it in time, while Miyamoto Isshin opposite also raised the towel very quickly.
"Ahem, sorry... I may have something wrong with my ears from staying up late for too long recently..." Mandy coughed and apologized again and again.
"You heard it right." Miyamoto put down his towel and said calmly: "The industry the Inuyama family is engaged in is the custom industry."
"Humanities and customs?" Lin Nian's expression was also a little abnormal, and he thought to himself that he was wearing yellow glasses that made things look yellow.
"No, it's the custom industry." Isshin Miyamoto said: "The red light district, Kabukicho street, nightclubs, and clubs are all industries that the Inuyama family is involved in."
Lin Nian and Mandy spent a full ten seconds digesting this information. Finally, Mandy raised her hand cautiously and asked: "Does this mean that the person who hosted us for our visit to Japan and taught our juniors this time is actually the leader of the local customs industry?"
"In a sense, yes." Miyamoto nodded wholeheartedly.
Lin Nian was silent, and so was Mandy.
"The most famous business under the Inuyama family is probably the Tamamozen Club." Isshin Miyamoto said: "If nothing unexpected happens, it will be the first step of your trip to Japan. This is a great honor.
, even I am a little lucky. If you want to go to the Tamamo-mae Club, you have to reserve a seat a long time in advance."
"He's still a child!" Mandy suddenly exclaimed and looked at the delicate young flowers beside her.
"I..." Lin Nian hesitated for a while, looked at Miyamoto's normal expression and paused again, taking a deep breath: "I don't care!"