Chapter 147 New Mission

"It should be there soon." Delores glanced at the Patek Philippe on her wrist, stubbed out the cigar on the metal ashtray on the top of the trash can, and threw it into the non-recyclable trash category.

Under the setting sun, a black shadow appeared, and there was a loud sound of wind. The black helicopter was gliding here in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a passing giant bird, setting off strong winds on the sparsely populated suburban road. Where the shadow passed, the withered yellow weeds were covered with dust. Airflow pressure is low.

The rotor stirred and made a loud noise. Dolores's blond hair was blown back. The rope ladder hung down. A black-haired boy grabbed the suitcase in one hand and the rope ladder in the other. He fell from the sky. The helicopter pilot faced Dolores. He saluted and then walked away, disappearing into the distant sky.

"Lu Mingfei?" Delores crossed her arms and leaned against Chrysler, speaking fluent Chinese.

She looked up and down at the Asian boy in the dark green school uniform. The familiar half-decayed World Tree school emblem reminded her of her youthful days in the academy.

"Yes, hello." Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

Delores took out the document, looked at the photo, and after confirming that it was correct, she patted the trunk lid of the car and said, "Put your things here. I am Delores, a B-level specialist in the enforcement section of the New York branch. I will be responsible for grading your guidance this time."

"Understood, Delores will guide you." Lu Mingfei nodded and put the suitcase in.

"Call my code name, Night Heron." Dolores opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat, "Get in the car and find your student ID card."

"Yes, Instructor Yelu." Lu Mingfei sat in the passenger seat and took out his black student ID card from the inner bag of his school uniform.

Dolores inserted the car key, the car dial lit up, and a smooth gap appeared from the black dial, "Swipe your card with your student ID."

Lu Mingfei inserted his student ID card into the card slot, and Norma's calm female voice came out: "The verification has been passed. It has been confirmed that '2002 Class B graduate Delores' received '2009 Class S student Lu Ming No'."

"Welcome to the New York branch." Delores stepped on the accelerator, and the Chrysler engine roared. The friction between the tires and the ground brought up a plume of smoke, and it ran out like a wild horse.

Heavy metal rock began to play from the speakers, and under the red semicircle of the setting sun, a group of migratory birds flew past, heading towards the high-rise buildings in New York.

"The New York branch is located on 33rd Street next to the Empire State Building. There are 203 mixed-race people in the branch, all of whom are graduates of Cassel College. There are thousands of external members. Your residence is arranged in Bic Man Thompson Hotel, Presidential Suite.”

Dolores glanced at the long black satchel on Lu Mingfei's back and asked, "Is that a weapon on your back?"

"Yes, a long knife." Lu Mingfei nodded, "Can't you bring this into the hotel?"

"We have a special channel, you can carry it with you." Dolores withdrew her gaze, "I will report to the ministry later, and a firearms license will be prepared for you, and your knife will be recognized as a game peripheral."

"Is it a forged document?"

"Formal, your information can be found on any official website, and Norma will directly add data to the database for you."

"Then what if you are caught by the police? You can tell at a glance whether the knife is open or not."

"At that time, just call me." Delores chuckled, "Don't worry, the police in New York City are our good friends and will not make things difficult for you."

Lu Mingfei nodded. Although he expected Cassel to be very powerful, he didn't expect it to be so powerful.

"Instructor Ye Lu, what is the content of my practical class?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"We can't reveal this yet. We will let you know tomorrow." Dolores turned the steering wheel and turned a sharp corner. "The specific action time will be the night after tomorrow. After you report to the branch tonight, you can move around freely. Tomorrow morning You have officially joined the company, and I will formally introduce you to work matters."

"Understood." Lu Mingfei replied.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Lu Mingfei entered the Beekman Thompson Hotel with his room card. The foreign female receptionist greeted him with a smile in the magnificent lobby. The walls were decorated with various works of art. The overall decoration was retro and had a sense of history.

The female receptionists all spoke English, but a Chinese-speaking door man came to communicate with him and stretched out his hand to help him carry his luggage.

He ducked sideways, politely declined the waiter's kindness, and moved forward alone.

The Presidential Suite is on the ninth floor, with a pyramid-shaped glass ceiling on the roof and a balcony on the upper level of the atrium.

He sat in the elevator, carrying his suitcase all the way up.

Entering the room, you can see neon lights and huge billboards in the distance on the terrace. A steady stream of luxury cars pass by on the road. There are rows of high-rise buildings. The smell of luxury and money is everywhere.

This is Lu Mingfei's second time in New York. The last time was to play with Old Tang, or surf the Internet.

There are very few Internet cafes in the United States. According to this year's data, the number of Internet users in the United States will exceed 233 million by the end of 2010, accounting for 75.5% of the 308 million. The penetration rate of Internet broadband in American households is very high, reaching 68%.

But this does not hinder the birth of Internet cafes. The Internet cafes here provide many additional services, such as black and color printers, copiers, scanners, CD burners, etc., computer repairs, game upgrades, and even travel accommodation, mailing and other services. Also block it.

There are very few officially registered Internet cafes, but there are many black Internet cafes. The Chinese area is the hardest hit area, and many Chinese children go to black Internet cafes to play games.

Lu Mingfei didn't go shopping in New York carefully. He only went to eat steak at a street stall, went to Chinatown for a meal of BJ's roast duck that he didn't know was authentic or not, and spent most of his time in Internet cafes and hotels, with Old Tang. Play games together.

At that time, they were surfing the Internet in a dark Internet cafe in Brooklyn. They didn't even need ID and could just turn on the computer. However, the price was more expensive than in China. One U.S. dollar an hour was equivalent to about 7 yuan in RMB. Considering the income of the American people, roughly It's almost the same.

The last time I came to New York, I didn't visit the rich area. From this look, the poor and the rich seem to live in two different worlds, and there is a huge sense of separation.

The old house that Tang rented in Brooklyn was small and damp, with cracked gray walls all over, a strong airtight musty smell, and no sunlight all year round.

It is completely different from the wide view and neat decoration here.

After all, the rich are still in the minority, and 80% of the world's wealth is in the hands of 20% of the people. Although this place is glamorous, it cannot hide the many injustices hidden under its appearance.

However, these things were not what Lu Mingfei cared about. He looked around and asked, "Norma, are there any hidden cameras in the room?"

"Detected, no." Norma's voice came from the mobile phone.

So he put down the suitcase, turned the code dial, opened the box, and took out the "Magic Mechanical Prosthetic Hand".

The "Magic Prosthetic Hand" looks like a boxing glove, but wearing it like a boxing glove has no effect. Its structure is quite complex, with more than 3,000 alchemical inscriptions engraved inside.

To fix it on the arm, it must be fully unfolded. It is time-consuming and troublesome for just one person to wear it. If there is no instruction manual, you will not know how to use it.

So far, it has only implemented one function, but when designing the structure, the researchers have reserved a lot of room for expansion, which will continue to be improved in subsequent development. It is only a test version.

As one of the developers, Lu Mingfei is very familiar with the process of wearing it, but he only has one hand and there is nothing he can do. No one here except him understands the value of the "Magic Prosthetic Hand", so he can only do it by himself.

He took out the "prosthetic hand" and placed it on the sofa, adjusted the mechanism, and unfolded it little by little. It took about 5 minutes, and the glove expanded to the size of an entire arm.

Lu Mingfei put his left hand through the gap in the middle, and then used his right hand and teeth together to fasten it with great difficulty.

Then he took off his school uniform and opened the second layer of the suitcase. Inside was a black combat uniform. He started to change clothes. Half a minute later, he had changed drastically and looked like an FBI secret agent.

He came to New York with a secret job to do, a new job released to him by "Lu Mingze".

He had finished watching the TV series "Guangwu Emperor Liu Xiu" as early as September. Later, "Lu Mingze" told him through his iPhone to watch "Poetry", "Book", "Li", "Yi" and "Spring and Autumn". Five ancient books were also required to be read in classical Chinese.

But I just asked him to go through it with his eyes. He couldn't skip it and read it all.

Lu Mingfei asked him what he wanted to do, and he only replied in the text message: You don't understand even if I tell you, but just do as I say.

Lu Mingfei had no choice but to read page after page. Fortunately, the Kassel Library had a comprehensive collection of books, so he didn’t have to go shopping online and wait for them to be mailed. It was around November that he finished reading these profound ancient books one after another. .

And yesterday, Lu Mingze sent a new task:

Sneak into "Ronald Don's" residence to retrieve his computer's hard drive.

Why infiltrate?

Because the New York branch has taken control of that old building and strictly monitored it. As the residence where the Dragon King lived for more than 10 years before he awakened in the human form, that small rental house has a high degree of research value and all its internal structures have been preserved. Rise up as you found it.

The furniture, furnishings, etc. inside are all kept as they are, and the data in the computer, such as website browsing records, game launch times and times, game recordings, etc., are all copied to Norma's central computer for analysis.

This is the closest modern humans have come to the actual life of the Dragon King. Every small object in the room, including toothbrushes and toothpaste, is regarded as an important research object.

It's a bit embarrassing to say that a toothbrush Lu Mingfei used was also in that room, and his hair was even found on the bed. The principal once called him to the principal's office and asked him if he had anything to do with "Norton." Have some inappropriate relationships.

Back to the topic, if you go to the college in person and ask for a hard drive, they will definitely not give it to you. At most, they will give him a copy disk with the data copied. However, Lu Mingze said in a text message that what he needs must be a rental computer. Original hard drive.

So there is only one way, go be a hard drive thief tonight.

"Dong dong dong", there was a knock on the door suddenly, and at the same time, Lu Mingfei changed into the school uniform, and a text message ring rang.

It was Lu Mingze's iPhone from the UK that was ringing, a new text message.

"Dear Mr. Lu Mingfei:

Congratulations, our plan has entered a new stage. I believe that a group of small agents will not be able to trouble you, but in order to minimize the impact of subsequent events, I have prepared new props for you.

The props have been placed at your door, please check them carefully. "

"What tricks are you playing again?" Lu Mingfei muted his cell phone and put it in his combat uniform.

This mobile phone did not seem to be monitored by Norma. When Lu Mingfei called Norma on it, there was never a response.

He walked quietly to the door and found an exquisite black square box placed next to the door. On it was a naughty graffiti drawn on a sticky note. It was a Q-version little boy wearing night clothes, who looked similar to Lu Mingze. Very similar.

On the top is written in Chinese, "To my dearest brother."

Lu Mingfei had a few goosebumps on his arms. He grabbed the box and quickly locked the door.

Lu Mingfei thought that there wouldn't be any remote-controlled bombs in here. He opened the door when he heard a knock on the door. He heard footsteps, but saw no one. It was like a box sent by a ghost.

He carefully tore open the sticky note, making sure there was no new writing on it, and then opened the gift box.

Inside were a new computer hard drive, a small silver metal cube, and a pair of tactical goggles, with handwritten instructions attached to each.

"After removing the hard drive, place the new hard drive in its original location."

"This is a signal jammer. Carry it with you. It can block radar signals. Note that it has no effect on cameras."

"You can see the monitoring points and maps here."

The font is different from the Q version of Lu Mingze's font. It's more graceful, as if it was written by a girl.

Lu Mingfei put on his goggles, picked up the hard drive and the silver cube, and put them in the inner bag of his combat uniform.

He took a deep breath, came to the terrace, and looked up at these skyscrapers standing in the dark night. Looking up like this made him feel so small, lonely and high.

"Baby, it's up to you." He patted the "Magic Prosthetic Hand", took a deep breath, and put on the mask.

Today I really have to make a guest appearance as Spider-Man swinging around a building in New York.

Since there are no cameras in this room, it means that Norma cannot monitor his actions.

As long as he is careful not to be photographed by outside surveillance cameras, he is not suspected of committing the crime and there is no evidence to point to him.

At this time, red light spots lit up in the goggles. In the field of vision, the cameras in the tall buildings were marked, and the field of view of these electronic eyes were swept by red cones.

In his eyes, New York under the entire night turned into an airtight surveillance network. Only a few black gaps passed through the intersection of these red beams. Those gaps were the blind spots of vision. He had to ensure that he passed through those black gaps. .

Thanks to "Book Friends 20200414151054103" for the 3,000-point reward, "Wu Yishi" for the 100-point reward, "FFF Group Arbitration" for the 100-point reward, and "Richard Nothingness" for the 100-point reward. The 200 points rewarded by the "Undead Holy Martial",