“It seems that Kassel College is indeed a place that gives people a sense of belonging. You feel like you are already a part of them.”
“At least they pay me a salary.”
"Now you have nothing to rely on. If you came today with the purpose of irritating me and the entire secret party, then you did it. If you want war, we will give you war."
“Do you think we will regret the coming of war? No, this is our mission.”
The thin sunlight shines on the recording on the brown and black conference table. An old man in a crisp suit stands by the window, his eyes closed and his hands folded around his arms. The recording is played quietly in the silent conference room, hiding under the sound of waves.
As he stood, the white gauze curtain beside him brushed the corner of his suit, and was slightly fluttered by the sea breeze, like a girl's skirt kissed by the wind. What was hidden inside was not the spring scenery, but the waves outside this white fortress of solitude.
The dazzling midsummer of Fino.
The white sea foam hits the black rocks. There is the outline of a ferry passing by on the other side of the sea. Behind the outline is the shadow of an island. On the island are mountains. Beyond the mountains is the sea, and overseas are the mountains. On the sea, on the mountains,
On the green leaves, everything seems to have been covered by a dazzling halo of summer, except for the people in the dim meeting room. It seems that no matter how strong the sun is, it can't illuminate the faces of men and women.
This is Portofino, a seaport town in Italy. The scenery is beautiful, especially in midsummer. Now it is the end of July, and it is the season when seagulls and the sun shine together, so every inch of the land here exudes laziness.
And the breath of languidness.
Before the 1960s, Portofino was an unremarkable fishing village. Until one day, a film investor who relied on the Gattuso gang visited this land with a keen eye and shot a heart-wrenching movie.
A romantic movie, this fishing village has since turned into a holiday paradise, with high-end hotels and restaurants, attracting countless celebrities and photography enthusiasts.
The Gattuso family, which brought economic renaissance to it, also had the absolute right to speak in this land. Every mayor would rush to the manor with generous gifts and sit at the other end of the table as if he was still wearing clothes.
Children with short stockings, the mayors carefully and submissively proposed to the men behind the table their grand plans for the next ten years, and then offered gifts and loyalty. If they could kiss each other's hands, it would represent the next ten years.
Worry-free years of tenure.
For the past ten years, the meetings of the Kassel College Board of Directors have been held in this seaport town with absolute say. Residents and friends can always see one top-notch luxury car after another at certain times, bathing in it.
Under the dazzling sunlight, we drove towards the white fortress on the top of the mountain. The number of vehicles was always constant, sometimes seven at most and no less than six at least. Sometimes we could even see mountain bikes under the luxury cars.
The mountain biker climbed up the steep slope and was overtaken by a car. Finally, it drove into the fortress without making any sound.
The time now is July 25th, a hot summer day. The annual school board meeting has been held in advance. The distinguished guests came with their beautiful summer skirts and walked into the room as usual, no matter how bright the light is in summer, it is still dim.
In the room, he sat in front of the brown and black conference table with copper bells on each, looking at the face of the old man whose face remained unchanged no matter how fast or how long the years passed.
If it were normal, the old man would first give a speech of appropriate length, summarizing the past contributions of the Secret Party to the cause of dragon slaying, how many steps the hybrids had taken towards the ultimate goal of ending the age of dragons, and then proceed as usual.
Small talk, flattery, and finally discussing the real 'big things' over a clink of martinis.
But today’s meeting does not have these complicated and cumbersome processes, and there is not even a glass of martini to help celebrate the victory. There is only a black rectangular recording pen, quietly placed in the center of the conference table.
When everyone (except those who were absent) sat and looked at the head of the table, the old man with his hands in his suit pocket leaned out and pressed the switch of the recorder, playing a song that was played not long ago in an opera house in a coastal city in China.
a conversation.
Every school director listened so attentively, and his back was as straight as a javelin stuck in his clothes while sitting on the chair. During the first half of the recording, everyone's expression was so calm. When the final prophecy came out, the sound resounded.
In the empty conference room, it was like waves breaking on a reef, leaving tiny but extremely clear traces on the surface of the hard black reef under the sunlight.
Until there was a sharp shattering of glass and a cry of exclamation, the sound of gunfire filled the ground with chaos, and the recording came to an abrupt end.
Angers walked from the window to the side of school director Elizabeth Laurent at the table. When the other party was confused and thinking, he reached out to take back the recorder on the table and pressed the close button.
At this time, all the school directors came to their senses. There were three men and two women, with the same thoughts written on their faces. The hands holding the canes suddenly tightened, and the beads that were stagnant in their hands began to grind. The lips under the black veil
His horns slowly tightened, he looked at the attendant behind him for a long time, and finally fell silent. It seemed that compared to the speeches in previous years, the current recording was more mellow than the wine, which made everyone enter the state earlier.
"This is an audio record of an executive mission that took place in China a month ago. The recording was provided by Director Frost." Angers sat back in the main seat, put the recorder under his hand, and turned to the table on the right
Frost in front of him smiled and nodded, "An experience encountered by a specialist from the Execution Department when completing mission No. 'A090607'. The female voice in the recording is the suspect who is the target of the mission, and the male voice is the specialist from the Execution Department."
"Does the execution department now record the entire process when performing tasks?" A middle-aged man wearing summer cycling clothes asked as he rang a bell. It was worth mentioning that there was a mountain bike helmet next to his copper bell. It looked like
It's very breathable and expensive. There is no doubt that the person who can sit here can only be one of the school directors, even though he looks like a mountain bike enthusiast on a self-driving trip.
“Generally not, but there are special circumstances, and this is a special case.” Angers looked at school director Frost Gattuso with a warm smile on his face.
"The execution style of the executive department has become more and more arrogant in recent years. I think this surly style should be curbed to a certain extent. A third party must be established to get involved. We do not rule out the establishment of a similar executive department in the college.
organization." Frost rang the bell and said expressionlessly.
“In order to curb the East Factory, the West Factory was established?” Angers smiled lightly, “But no matter what factory, they are working for the secret party. It is not wise to lead one’s own nose and beat the right hand with the left hand.”
“So the Executive Department is still a secret agency of the secret party? I thought it had already become the talk of the president of Cassel College and his hunting dogs.” Frost said.
"Now is not the time to talk about this. The system of Cassel College was created by the first generation of school directors. Now after a hundred years of effectiveness, there are no problems. A system without loopholes does not need any icing on the cake. There is only one executive department now, and there will be no more in the future.
There will only be one. The more knives you hold on the battlefield, the better. I think everyone understands this." Director Lisa rang the bell.
The other school directors all looked at the new school director who supported Angers. The person who once sat in this position was not this young girl, but a gentleman who was the same age as the two old people on the school director, but he was very young.
It's a pity that his life was taken away by accident. Now the child sitting here has become this child who is too young for Ange's daughter. However, Ange's attitude towards her is indeed the same as his daughter. No wonder he has the courage to openly
Frost has the greatest right to speak.
Insert an app: a perfect replica of the old version of the book-chasing artifact and a replaceable source app—— .
"I support School Director Elizabeth. There can only be one executive department. Now our topic should be this recording, not internal strife. Please ask the executor to clarify the theme of our Presbyterian meeting." The old man with a cane rang the bell.
The voice was as deep as a rusty euphonium.
The executor mentioned by the old man is none other than Angers. In addition to the principal of Cassel College, Angers also has an identity several times greater than the former. There are five school directors in front of him and a secret party spokesman who was jointly launched by the absent school directors.
, he represents the face of the entire secret party when he walks in a mixed-race society, so he is high-profile and arrogant, and he is full of power and arrogance under the appearance of a gentleman.
Angers no longer looked at Frost, and Frost didn't look at him either. It seemed that the two had disputes in meetings more than once or twice. Angers' attention turned to what the old man said about the cane.
, smiled lightly and said: "Is it a meeting of the Presbyterian Church? What's interesting is that the woman in the recording also mentioned the same words. She said, 'When the black emperor usurped the throne and made the king famous, the era of the Presbyterian Church has become obsolete.'
.”
"'Presbyterian Church'? This is a new discovery. If confirmed, it may have epoch-making significance and can be a big step forward for us to understand the dragon civilization." The middle-aged man touched his mountain bike helmet.
Said thoughtfully.
“Unfortunately, based on our understanding of the dragon civilization, the vague term ‘Presbyterian Era’ cannot be effectively verified in any way.” Angers said.
“You mentioned that this recording came from a mission of the Executive Department. I want to know the details of this mission.” The girl who had been silent at the school board meeting looked at the attendant in a straight suit behind her, then turned to look at Angers and said.
“A meeting suspected of illegal trading of alchemy items was held by an unknown organizer. The guests present were a mixed bag of mixed-races, business tycoons, capitalists, and ancient mixed-race families from China.” Angers said.
“The identity span among the guests seems a bit wide. Are there ordinary people present?” the middle-aged man said.
"Many, most of the alchemy items were found by this group of ordinary people through various channels, so we defined this as an 'illegal assembly'." Angers said, "Our commissioners sealed off the site of the illegal assembly.
, suppressed all the guests who came to the scene."
“Suppression? I heard gunshots in the recording.” The old man with a cane said, “The execution department went on a killing spree again?”
“An unidentified mercenary team broke into the scene and wanted to rob a certain exhibit.” Angers explained.
“There are descendants of mixed-race families at the scene. Are there any casualties among them? Improper handling of this kind of matter will cause huge troubles, and it is likely to escalate into international disputes.” The old man asked.
Everyone knows that China's ancient aristocratic families are huge in size, but they have never easily expanded their influence externally because of internal strife. However, whenever a foreign enemy harms their collective interests, they will almost always attack them without hesitation.
The tip of the knife points outwards, no matter who the opponent is or where he is hiding.
The Secret Party has always kept a distance from those mixed-race families, but now that the descendants of those people are inevitably involved, the school directors have to take a serious attitude.
"No, they were lucky, because the one who controlled the scene at that time was the ace of the execution department." Angers smiled, "There were almost no casualties at the illegal assembly except for the perpetrators. You can always trust the ace of our execution department."
"The trump card of the execution department? Do you mean the kid you dug up? Is he handling this task?" The old man nodded, "I have heard some rumors about him, but not many."
“I think you all should have gotten some information from your own sources, and you will have some impression.” Ange nodded with a smile. He pushed a document from his side and circulated it among the school directors.
After the school directors took the file and opened it, they first saw the boy's photo, and then the work file marked 'S'-class secret in the Information Department, which contained all the work activities the boy had engaged in in detail.
, the school directors' fingers flipped through the files as fast as money counters, and their pupils seemed to shrink a little as they scanned every line of text and every picture.
"Lin Nian, an extremely outstanding young man, I see the shadow of me in him. He has always done a great job to this day, hasn't he?" Ange said with a faint smile, "Just right, we are here