Chapter 349 Nibelungen Plan

Night Watch Forum, an encrypted room.

This is the forum with the highest encryption level, even beyond the authority of the administrator. It is hidden deep in the huge sea of ​​data. To enter this room, you have to go through more than 20 pages from more than ten countries. Make sure your address is absolutely clean. Only then can you proceed to the next step and answer the top-secret questions in Kassel listed by His Majesty the Great King of Paparazzi, which include the unpopular knowledge of alchemy and the figure data of the student council president’s girlfriend. Only after reading this paper Only then can you understand the reason for such a complicated jump path. After all, the more you know, the more dangerous it is. Secrets always come with a price. Many of the questions in the paper have already been answered. If it is leaked, there will definitely be problems with the Student Union and the Lion Heart Club. The desperate situation of the two ruthless groups in Kassel jointly attacking.

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

Of course, seeing this, if you are smart, you must have 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, Fingel's loyal home, and the online news department. .

It was a calm day, the Haiyan River was clear, and there were no clouds in the sky. Fingel calmly looked at a large crocodile baring its teeth, thinking about who I am, where I came from, and why I am here waiting for the ultimate question of life.

In fact, Fingel knew very well why he was here. It had to start with a phone call from Peiping. At that time, he was eating fried chicken and singing. Without any preparation, he heard a cold voice on the other end of the phone. explain.

"Fingel, I'm Chu Zihang."

Almost instantly, he hung up the phone.

Fingel broke into a cold sweat on his back. It was so serious that he quickly drank a sip of Coke to calm down.

He thought that as long as he hung up the phone quickly enough, bad luck would not catch up with him. Later it turned out that this was just wishful thinking. Fingel's vacation practice was arranged by the execution department. As for Chu Zihang's status in the execution department, needless to say, there was even a lot Everyone believed that one day Professor Schneider would go west, and the next day Chu Zihang would be sitting in the minister's position giving orders.

Therefore, Fingel, who was arranged by the executive department for vacation practice, fell into the hands of Chu Zihang. As we all know, the president of the Lion Heart Club is a well-known good person. He fully considered Fingel's personal situation. Will, combined with various factors and conditions, finally arranged for him to go to the African savannah to search for the whereabouts of a crocodile that no one knew was extinct.

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

Fingel simply loved whoever came up with such a wonderful idea. Rolling a cigar on the lap of a beautiful girl. Is there anything more wonderful than this? No, absolutely not! There is no doubt that this is a man's paradise.

But now, there are no hot girls, no luxury cars, and even no cigars.

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

It's really lucky that this crocodile, which was considered endangered, was actually found. So the question is, what will he do next?

Fingel jumped to escape from the crocodile's bloody mouth.

When he got back to the car, he touched his butt with lingering fear. It was indeed the crocodile that Cassel had targeted. It was so extraordinary that he almost bit him. Fingel thought about the crocodile's eyes. If he saw it correctly, It does look a bit golden, right? Does this thing have dragon blood in it?

Fingel crossed his legs on the steering wheel and hummed a tune he couldn't name. He learned this from the local indigenous people. He fiddled with the large signal receiver, leaned out of the car, installed it on the roof, and pulled it. I clicked the antenna twice and smiled happily when I saw the signal.

"Let me see, let me see!"

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

Messages flashed across the screen quickly, rolling across the screen like waves. An ordinary person would probably not be able to see anything clearly. Fortunately, the people who can enter here are all mixed races, and can be considered elites to some extent.

After all, if you are not an elite, you will be broken after two beatings. Don't be fooled by the name. Creatures like paparazzi are super strong. At least when it comes to being beaten, they are really super strong.

I think Fingel is also a fierce man who has survived Lu Mingfei's hands several times.

Fingel's eyes lit up, it was so lively, it looked like there was big news!

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

Just turning over and over, his face slowly darkened.

Lu Mingfei, the school board is here with bad intentions.

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 for their opinions, and they were mainly divided into two groups. However, everyone agreed on one thing, that is, the value of this news is very high, and it must be made good use of and dig out as much as possible.

Fingel looked solemn and suddenly said something in the room.

"Have you forgotten who owns the Ministry of Information?"

Whose?

There is almost no need to think about this question. The paparazzi immediately think of that person's name, Caesar and Gattuso. He is the real financial backer of the Ministry of Information. Almost all activity funds come from the generosity of this noble prince.

But does he own the Ministry of Information?

the paparazzi thought.

Maybe the answer is no.

There is only one true uncrowned king of Kassel, and that is the great Mr. Fingal.

His keen sense of smell, tenacious vitality, and fanatical pursuit of money or, yes, news, all deeply inspired the paparazzi of the Department of Information, lighting up a bright light for their lives of pursuing gossip and gossip.

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

Just write this and I will definitely get an A in this month’s awards review.

Just when the paparazzi were preparing to praise Fingel's wisdom, prowess, and outstanding vision, they saw their Minister of Information sent a message.

"It's S-class."

S level?

Lu Mingfei, Master Lu?

A young man's face appeared before them.

By the way, Master Lu.

The paparazzi finally remembered that it was already half a year ago. They started betting on S-class’s 3E exam results. They were sure to lose in the end. The news department, unable to repay the bill, had no choice but to sell its entire package to S-class. .

This is written in black and white on the contract.

Therefore, if you really want to talk about it, the ownership of the Information Department should be in the hands of the S-class.

Afterwards, the paparazzi witnessed the whole process of Fingel's speech using words as a carrier.

If this speech had a title, it would probably be.

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

It should be the saying in Far Eastern martial arts novels that thieves also have their own ways.

Fingel succinctly recalls the beginning of his journey to glory.

Counting the glorious achievements over the years.

Especially the forbidden love between the principal and the vice-principal, the love and murder between the president of the Lionheart Club and the chief student council, and the unforgettable past events between the fallen S-class and the princess.

Although none of these explosive gossip news is true, it is not important. For real reporters, the authenticity of the news has never been a factor worthy of consideration. Whether it can attract attention, how many clicks, how many forwards, etc. This is the key point to measure the success of a news.

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

Fingel typed sadly.

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

"Brothers, it's time."

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

"Let them see what it means,"

He typed that line solemnly.

"The uncrowned king."

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

They join the Department of Public Information for one reason or another.

Some do it for money, some do it for hobbies, and some do it because they want to realize their own value.

But along the way, they suffered too much discrimination.

Being yelled at by classmates sounded like a very bad name for paparazzi. Although they also used self-deprecating methods to reduce this emotion, there was still a thorn in their hearts.

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

Afterwards, Fingel once again reiterated the operational discipline and emphasized that no secrets should be leaked. Online members swore to the gods and the Black King of their respective beliefs, so Fingel proposed his goals, how to do it, and what state to achieve.

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

Fingel speaks with great care.

"May you all have prosperous military fortunes."

The paparazzi spring into action.

Across the ocean in North America, Lu Mingfei walked alone on the empty Kassel campus.

"Shelter?"

He thought, not knowing where his parents were in the shelter and what they were doing now.

Lu Mingfei walked all the way to the Kassel Martial Arts Academy on the top of the mountain. After passing the library and the martial arts field, the front gradually became popular. That was the location of the research institute. Looking around, the originally white snow was full of footprints. There were many footprints. The place was melted. If anyone was not careful, it would be terrible if they fell. The mixed-races were fine, but Lu Mingfei knew that there were still quite a few ordinary people in the institute.

"I remember, it was there."

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

There are often similar scenes in novels. The seemingly ordinary sweeping monk can casually say something inspiring and inspiring, which has the effect of a wake-up call. It turns out that the monk who sweeps the fallen leaves every day is actually rare in the world. Great master.

This kind of thing is not a novel in Kyushu. There are indeed people who use sweeping the floor to rest their minds. Maybe the dull sweeper you saw yesterday put down the broom the next day and laughed. That’s it. A natural phenomenon. Falling golden flowers are floating in Qiong Yao. , A lotus is born in one step, and Waigang is gone.

The method of nourishing the mind is really mysterious. Many ordinary and trivial things can also be used to nourish the mind. Perhaps this is the so-called mustard seed and Sumeru, and it is also the principle of the Buddha Kingdom in the palm of your hand.

Lu Mingfei swept the snow to one place and piled it on the ceiling platform where mixed-race warriors often stood. He moved everything magically, and a ball of heat rose up in his palm. He saw the snowdrift melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a gurgling stream of water. , from the top of this mountain, hangs a waterfall.

At first, it was just the adventure of a water droplet, and it fell fearfully. Then more water droplets merged into the water flow, rushing down, and the sound ranged from a crisp tinkling to a majestic roar.

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 glanced at his strange-colored pupils.

"Nice to meet you, S-class."

Patsy said.

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"It was hard work following me all the way."

He walked forward.

"Here, I'll treat you to something to eat."

Patsy opened his mouth, and before he spoke, he heard Lu Mingfei's voice.

"The visitor is a guest, and the guest does as he pleases. Don't refuse."

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

"Are you from the school board?"

Lu Mingfei got straight to the point.

Percy lowered his eyes slightly.

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

"Gattuso?"

Lu Mingfei murmured to himself.

Percy was mentally prepared. If an S-class asked about Caesar, he would have a special set of words to deal with it.

But Lu Mingfei didn’t.

He didn't even mention Caesar;

"What do you want from me?"

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

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

There are many things lined up one by one, from the misappropriation of funds to the establishment of private positions. For such a big matter as the Kassel Martial Arts Academy, Angers completely bypassed the school board of directors, but this is not the most important thing.

"The dragon bone cross that embezzles bronze and fire."

Lu Mingfei blinked, wondering if he had seen it wrong.

But yes, keel cross, yes.

He chuckled and pointed at the last line.

"This, I say."

"The Cross of Dragon Bones fell in the Nibelungs." I didn't bring it back. Wasn't this clearly written in the report?

"No."

Facing Lu Mingfei's smiling question, Patsy looked solemn.

He shook his head slowly, and then spoke meticulously.

"Mr. S-class, we know."

"The report was forged by Angers in order to embezzle the Dragon Bone Cross."

"You did bring back the Dragonbone Cross."

"But Angers decided to keep it all secret for his own selfish reasons."

Lu Mingfei touched his chin.

"wait."

"I brought back the Dragon Bone Cross?"

"How come I don't know?"

Patsy looked at Lu Mingfei with a deep look.

"We all understand your difficulties."

"He is the tyrant after all."

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

This is an envelope that seems to be more confidential.

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

Lu Mingfei looked at Percy and the envelope. He picked it up with interest, violently tore open the seal, took out the document paper inside, and looked at it.

The first line at the beginning is a serious font.

"The Nibelung Plan"

The following line of remarks is.

"Hybrid Monarch"