The automatic sliding door of the laboratory opened, and Li Longyuan stepped in. In front of him was a row of transparent display windows, with a pure black military uniform hanging on a hanger at the front end, with a well-proportioned cut and exquisite fabric.
Only the left chest is embroidered with a half-dead World Tree using gold and silver threads. Giant trees usually have lush branches and leaves, but usually they are completely withered.
"This is the most outstanding work of the Equipment Department in the past few years. It is an individual soldier's special combat uniform. It is made of polymer nanomaterials and is waterproof, heat-insulating and wear-resistant."
"Originally, I wanted to equip you with a mechanical exoskeleton and electronic equipment, but Schneider said that you are in high physical fitness and don't need these semi-finished products that are still in the research and development stage. You just need to ensure the quality." The researcher said curiously. Looking at him, he seemed to want to find the difference in his whole body.
Li Longyuan had no choice but to let him look at him. After a moment, the man withdrew his gaze and slapped his right palm, wearing a thick glove, on the console. The indicator light on the tempered glass surface turned green, and the display window slowly opened from both sides.
"Here are your wingsuit, parachute, helmet, alarm, altimeter and a series of tools." The researcher then proposed a set of wingsuit flight equipment bags made of black nylon material.
Li Yongyuan finally understood the execution department's plan to infiltrate Miller. Stimulate! When the boy walked out of the underground base of the equipment department, his face was already full of fatigue. He didn't know how many weird products had been ambushed by this group of madmen who loved research.
.........The black helicopter departed from the academy's internal airport and hovered over this bustling city like a big bird. The propellers waved and brought wind, and disappeared under the dark night. Looking down, you could vaguely see colorful neon lights. Light shines from the tall buildings.
But the height of the V-22 Osprey transport plane was still rising, climbing over the clouds, and it seemed that even the star screen embedded in the sky was within reach at this time.
The cabin door was half open, and a handsome young man was sitting there, holding his hands on the side of the ship, his legs hanging comfortably in the air, looking at the night view of the city below.
The strong wind blew his sharp black hair into a wild dance, revealing his fiery pupils burning with golden flames.
The special combat uniform produced by the Equipment Department fits his body shape very well and looks strong and strong.
"Prince, we will arrive at the Miller Building in fifteen minutes. Please be prepared." A cold but elegant mechanical female voice came from the boy's black headset,
"Prince" is the basis of the Executive Department
"Public Opinion" is the commissioner codename given to Li Yongyuan, which will accompany him in the next three years in the execution department. The young man who was interrupted from viewing the scene smiled slightly, stood up, took one last look at this developed commercial city, and turned to enter the cabin.
There are high-rise buildings everywhere here, so it is also known as the hometown of skyscrapers. When he came out again, Li Yongyuan was fully armed, and his black wingsuit was perfectly covered in the night.
Besides, it is already five or six thousand meters in the air. He adjusted his helmet and goggles one last time, stood on the transport plane just a stone's throw away from the clouds, and jumped off.
"Wish you good luck!" The middle-aged captain gave a thumbs up in the cockpit, and then drove the transport plane back.
This time, the only commissioner who came forward to carry out the mission was Li Longyuan. Because Schneider knew very well that instead of arranging a few more lagging guys, it would be better to safely and boldly let this person
"Monster" does it. Wingsuit flying is an extreme sport among ordinary people, and they often need to have experienced two hundred skydives before they are qualified to try it.
But for Li Yongyuan, he doesn't even need a flight suit to do this. The black figure fell rapidly in the air, like a large bat spreading its wide membrane wings.
The lights in the Miller Building were brightly lit, and many employees with documents in hand were working overtime to complete the tasks assigned by the boss.
"Chairman, the relevant information has been completely destroyed, and we guarantee that no trace will be found. The scientific researchers at Jushi Research Institute are also arranging transfers." The middle-aged butler Charlie knocked on the door of the office and walked in. Reina, the leader of the Miller family, De Mille was currently sitting on the boss's chair with his back turned.
"Good job, Charlie." The old man's deep and rich voice came from behind the chair.
"Thank you for your cultivation, Chairman." The steward bowed humbly. When he raised his head again, he found a dark gun barrel pointed directly at him.
"No, no, Chairman, you can't..." The butler's panicked voice stopped abruptly with the sound of a gunshot. The old man turned around from the darkness, and his chest hidden under the collar of his suit was already covered with fine iron. Blue dragon scales, those bloodthirsty golden eyes glowing with ghostly light.
"This is the reward you deserve, Charlie." The gray-haired old man pressed the armrest, stood up slowly, and said softly.
Leonard took out a white handkerchief from his suit pocket and carefully wiped the P230 pistol. The Miller family, with their noble dragon blood naturally flowing through their bodies, should control the life and death of these untouchables.
But today's society actually pays attention to the equality of human rights and compares ants with noble hybrids like them?
Leonard refused to accept it. Only the Dragon King woke up, reorganized the sun and moon, and restored the status and rights of the ruler.
Only in this way can these ordinary people understand what awe is and what the crawling of the weak is. The old man hummed a rock tune proudly, pushed open the wooden door and walked out. Behind him, a middle-aged white man lay in a pool of blood. The gurgling blood gradually gathered into a stream, and his eyes were still open with a gleam of horror and regret. .
Perhaps, he had made an irreversible mistake since he accepted the Miller family's entrustment to become a butler.
And the price is his life.
"Sarah!" Leonard shouted in the corridor, and several mercenaries armed to the teeth ran over with submachine guns.
They are a legion raised privately by the Miller Group. They are all selected from street children in war-torn countries and have been trained in their superb killing techniques since childhood.
Sarah, the leader of this legion, is a rare hybrid.
"Master!" The leading man respectfully saluted with a standard military salute. He had dark brown semi-long curly hair, and a scar in the deep eye socket of the Semitic race, which made him look even more brave.
"Dispose of the body and be ready to escort me to transfer at any time." The old man ordered.
"Yes." The man nodded in agreement, and then waved his hand. Two mercenaries, also wearing camouflage combat uniforms, rushed forward and quickly cleaned up the blood stains and corpses in the office.
"Follow me to the archives. I still have something there." The old man looked at the well-trained mercenaries in front of him with satisfaction. This is the foundation of the Miller family.
"Yes." The man with the loaded gun responded. Less than a kilometer above where they were, someone opened a parachute while falling at a high speed.
The pure black umbrella is printed with the logo of the Equipment Department of Kassel College, like a large dandelion floating in the night sky.
