"Junior Li, I have your express mail."
Fingel opened the door and saw a burly man who had retired from the US Navy SEALs and now worked as a school janitor at Kassel College standing at the door holding a 28-inch silver-white metal equipment box in his hands.
"coming."
Li Longyuan trotted over in his slippers, and easily took the equipment box weighing eighty or ninety kilograms in the surprised eyes of the school staff. He said thank you and closed the door.
Angers had already informed the security department of the college before Li Yongyuan enrolled that as long as the express delivery was sent from the orthodox side to Li Yongyuan, there was no need to open it for detailed inspection. Even if there was a yellow nuclear weapon warning sign printed on the outside of the box, it had to be given to it. Put it in.
If Li Longyuan's life and background were not well documented, the security guards would have thought that he was an illegitimate son fostered in China by Angers.
"Junior, what is in this?"
Fingel rubbed his hands curiously, his eyes shining.
"Keep it secret!"
The boy's words immediately chilled his excited heart. What about the trust between people?
Half a month later
It seemed like a giant beast was roaring in the clouds, which was the roar coming from the BR710 C4-11 engine.
The principal's special plane "Sleipnir" flew at full speed like a meteorite streaking across the sky. The friction between its huge wings and the air made a deafening noise.
After being modified by the equipment department, the "Gulfstream G550" has become a war machine. The pure black fuselage looks extremely ferocious, and it even carries two Sidewinder missiles in the belly.
The scene inside the cabin is completely contrary to its appearance. The interior space is very large, with only eighteen seats installed.
The three young people each leaned on the milky white comfortable cabin chairs and moved in different ways.
Caesar was listening to music with covered headphones on his head. He also held a bottle of champagne in his hand and took a sip from time to time, quite leisurely.
Chu Zihang opened his laptop and started writing an email using E-mail, waiting to send it online after arriving in Japan.
As for Li Yongyuan, he was teasing the snow-white sea turtle standing on his shoulder. Yes, he brought the eagle on board.
No one stood up and said that animals are not allowed on planes and should go the cargo route, because this is normal for people at Kassel Academy. They sometimes even tie up the crazy Deadpool and stuff him into the cabin.
"Classmate Li, classmate Chu, I'm going to hire Gao Tianyuan to hold a carnival party. Can we come together then?"
Although the first meeting between Caesar and Li Longyuan was not pleasant, and Chu Zihang had a dull face, he was still happy to be friends with them.
For Caesar, only those he admired could be his friends. And defeating him is often the fastest way to gain his approval.
Why does it sound a bit masochistic?
Li Longyuan and Chu Zihang stopped their movements and looked over together.
"Isn't that a Cowherd's shop?"
said the ice-faced boy. He had a detailed understanding of Japan before coming, and even planned the specific plans for the trip, and made thoughtful backup plans.
"Japanese characteristics, I always like to experience the best things."
Caesar responded while drinking champagne. He was drinking Moet & Champagne, which was called royal champagne because it was loved by French Emperor Napoleon.
As the heir to the Gattuso family, Caesar was trained by his family to be the next emperor of ancient Rome since he was a child. No matter how bad he was, he wanted to be the Prime Minister of Italy.
It's normal to have a little quirk.
"If you can arrange the sushi banquet in Takamagahara, I will consider it."
Li Longyuan's response was somewhat beyond Chu Zihang's expectation. It was a Cowherd's shop. Did he really just ignore it just to eat?
"What a great idea. I'll notify the Mint Club right away and invite the sushi chef of Japan's state banquet to be the party chef that night."
Caesar praised him and readily agreed.
He moved his gaze to Chu Zihang again, his eyes burning as if full of desire, damn it.
"I'm going to Electrical Appliance Street to buy some gifts to take back."
Chu Zihang declined. Although he didn't know who he could buy a gift for, it was still a good excuse.
So the three of them fell silent again and went back to doing their own things. No one took the possible dangers of this trip to Japan to heart, at least not on the surface.
Yuan Zhisheng was wearing a long black windbreaker from the Executive Department, with the collar turned up. He was sitting on the front hood of the Hummer, blowing in the wind. Next to him stood Yasha, Crow and Sakura.
The three of them are the assistant group of Young Master Genji, which is equivalent to the retainers of the shogun during the shogunate era.
"If you want a lot, please go back first. We will definitely entertain the three commissioners of our department."
The crow next to him spoke. This handsome and somewhat arrogant young man grinned, although his smile left an unforgettable memory for quite a few gangsters in Tokyo.
Yuan Zhisheng glanced at him sideways. It was because he knew that you and Yasha were unreliable that he came to pick up the plane in person. He didn't want anything to happen to the three of them as soon as they landed in Japan.
Although the commissioners dispatched by the headquarters in the past were all weaklings who lacked experience and strength, these three were carefully selected by Angers. The eight Sheqi families dared to slap anyone in the secret party in the face, but only for this one. Over a hundred old people always remain respectful.
As long as they knew that the lion's sharp teeth could chew bloody raw meat, they would not dare to provoke.
"Yes, how can you, young master, take care of such a trivial matter personally? Just let us do it for you."
Yasha echoed from the side.
The handsome young man ignored him, so the two of them wisely shut up and said no more.
A sound like thunder resounded in the sky above this dilapidated airport. The pure black giant passenger plane began to land on the abandoned saline-alkali runway that was only half the length of the ordinary runway. There were dazzling sparks on the road.
Yuan Zhisheng and the others stood at the end of the runway, facing the huge monster that was heading towards them without fear.
The aerial behemoth "Sleipnir" finally stopped four or five meters away from the handsome young man. The high-pressure airflow brought by the fuselage ruffled their black hair, but it could not push them or the Humvee. body shape.
This was a perfect show of force. Before the commissioners of the headquarters had even landed, Minamoto and his entourage had already shown them the spirit of Japan's Yakuza culture. Just like in the ancient Chinese proverb, even if Mount Tai collapses in front of them, their expressions remain unchanged.
Even the ace pilot who was flying the plane couldn't help but raise his middle finger and cursed in his heart: "He is really a pervert." If there is any deviation in their operation, they will be crushed into pulp.
This seemed to be a declaration that the Kassel College visiting delegation was destined to return without success.
Unfortunately, this scene was not noticed by the three commissioners sent by the headquarters. They are busy changing their clothes.
The gangway was lowered, and three distinguished guests from the Chicago headquarters walked out.
Two paper umbrellas floated out first. The one on the left was splashed with the four dripping Chinese characters of "天下一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一一 band" and the one on the right was painted with the erupting Mount Fuji.
As for the middle, damn it. The two paper umbrellas perfectly covered the three figures, but you could vaguely hear the sound of wings blowing in the wind. Has that guy mutated?
The paper umbrella moved away and the three of them walked down the stairs.
The two people on the left and right are wearing similar printed kimonos. They also hold a knife in their left hand and an umbrella in their right hand.
The guy in the middle is awesome.
Wearing a blue and white Hanfu with long flowing sleeves, he looked like an immortal from this world.
There is a thin silver armor on the right shoulder, and a snow-white divine eagle stands on it, looking left and right, with the dragon's power in the open golden eyes.
Yuan Zhisheng's evil eye, which is said to scare the timid, is actually not as intimidating as an eagle?
The handsome young man also has a sword and white jade tied around his waist, and holds a folding fan in his hand. He has the air of a gentleman in ancient China, but also looks like a dandy in a government office.
Yuan Zhisheng looked at the appearance of the three people and was shocked and speechless.
"Wow, why didn't you wear the gift that Principal Angers gave you before he left?"
The handsome young man with blond hair holding a hunting knife on the left looked at the young man in the middle, as if complaining that he didn't follow the formation closely.
"Kimono is not as comfortable as Hanfu."
The handsome young man curled his lips, showing no intention of reaching someone else's territory.
The ice-faced boy holding the black sheath Murasame on his right nodded with deep understanding. Even though he didn't wear Hanfu.
Yuan Zhisheng, who came to pick up the plane, only felt extreme indifference from the commissioners. He had already recognized the three people from left to right, namely Caesar, Li Longyuan and Chu Zihang.
The three of them were completely immersed in their own chats from the moment they got off the plane. Caesar said he was going to Cowherd’s to have a party, Li Yongyuan said he would try Japanese food first, and Chu Zihang said he should go to Yodobashi (a famous Japanese electronics city). Buy a digital camera.
"Brother, borrow one..."
"Well, let's drive."
Yuan Zhisheng was still sitting on the bumper without moving, with a Peace cigarette in his mouth. He wanted to ask the students from his headquarters to come up first and pass the fire to seize the initiative, but was ruthlessly interrupted by Li Longyuan.
Mr. Li slapped the folding fan and recognized him as the driver. The rest were two bodyguards and a female assistant. Japanese people are really rigorous in doing things.
"Come on, brother, try my Cohiba, the best Cuban cigar, Castro's favorite."
Or in order to highlight the approachable side of your noble master, the tall and muscular golden-haired man reached out to take out the cigarette from Yuan Zhisheng's mouth very familiarly, and then inserted a thicker and longer brown cigarette into Er Ran's eyes. Brown cigar, and stretched out a big fluffy hand to pat his shoulder, showing a bright smile like an idiot.
Yuan Zhisheng's face twitched slightly. He hated others touching his body, especially this Italian golden retriever who smelled of perfume all over his body.
Chu Zihang held the knife and watched quietly, waiting to get in the car.
"This is the document for the repatriation of your remains to your country. Please sign it, the team leader!"
Yuan Zhisheng suppressed his anger and handed over the snow-white documents, hoping to scare the three idiots.
Li Longyuan stretched out his hand to look at the document, which was all in Japanese, and signed it with a wave of his hand.
"Okay, where are we going to play next?" The handsome young man flicked his folding fan and showed a warm smile.
The sun is just right today, whether it’s Mount Fuji or Ginza.
Damn it, this guy was completely unprepared to die in Japan, and kept asking him if he had a planned travel itinerary. Do you really think of him as a tour guide?
"Yes, distinguished guests, please move on to the car."
After all, Yuan Zhisheng decided to make arrangements for them first, let them enjoy themselves in the hotel, occasionally go out for shopping, and finally pack these three guys back.
I am not here to take care of kindergarten children!
"Hush!"
Li Yongyuan put his thumb and middle finger against his lower tongue and whistled. This time the command sounded soothing, which was obviously different from the sharp and urgent tone of the last recall.
The "Tianquan" on the boy's silver shoulder plate shook its broad wings, flapped its wings vigorously and powerfully several times, and his body quickly swayed upwards in the wind, and soon disappeared in the white clouds of the blue sky. After being transformed by dragon blood, it can fly at an altitude of more than 20,000 meters.
