The sky is dark, but the city of New York is already alive.
It’s not because hard-working New Yorkers like to use their hands to achieve their dreams, but in this country of capital, there is no way to survive without doing business.
Although Gu Bei has always felt that he is like the toilet paper in the washing machine's trouser pocket. If it is rolled up, it will be difficult for everyone around him, but if it cannot be rolled up on him, then he is still happy to see people achieve success with their "hard-working" hands. own dreams.
The black "Gulfstream G550" made a deafening sound, tearing apart the clouds.
This kind of ultra-long-range business jet is specially designed for businessmen, superstars or dignitaries worth billions. Taking this private jet, they can fly across the Pacific Ocean in a few hours of sleep. It is still dark in New York when they board the plane. When they open their eyes, it is already dark. It's early morning in Paris.
It is designed to be extremely quiet. When it usually flies in the stratosphere, VIPs do not even notice that the engine is running. The designer said that it flies like "a huge blue whale swimming in the deep sea."
But the Gulfstream was extremely noisy. In addition to the roar of the engine, passengers could also hear the sharp roar of the wings tearing the air.
Above is the brilliant Milky Way, below is the dark sea. It is hidden in the black clouds. The clouds are like the sea. It is a tiger shark charging at full speed towards its food.
This Gulfstream was modified by the Kassel College Equipment Department and was nicknamed "Sleipnir."
That's right, it's the eight-legged creature Odin rides.
When it passes through the sky, it always burns like a fireball.
The only drawback is that the noise exceeds the standard, but in the view of the equipment department, extreme speed is the embodiment of exquisite craftsmanship, and comfort is dispensable.
Their job is to create dragon-slaying weapons, and the weapons craftsmen never consider comfort.
"Have you ever seen a tank equipped with zoned air conditioning, heated cushions and massage seats?"
Director Akadulla was eloquent.
Angers, the principal of Kassel, admired this abnormal design concept for some reason, and even designated this Sleipnir as the principal's special plane.
But soon Angers rarely traveled on it.
As the principal's favorite thing, he is usually reluctant to use it. Angers will only take this treasure out of the hangar when attending auctions around the world.
One is for the dignity of the college.
The second is that after the auction, he has to return to the academy with some "taboo items related to dragon civilization". It is easier to pass the security check on a private plane.
Otherwise, Angers would rather take a regular flight.
...that's weird.
The above reasons are just superficial talk, but the real reason...
First, it's because the Gulfstream's large size is too ostentatious.
Secondly...
The people from the equipment department added a considerable amount of explosives to this giant beast.
It was enough to make Ange unable to escape even after he turned on his spirit of speech.
Moreover, the Gulf Stream is flying in the air. Once it crashes, it is a truly unstoppable place. Even if it is lucky enough to escape the explosion, it will probably be smashed into a pulp.
The explanation given by Director Abdullah is: "It will become the "Kungunir" that ends the Dragon King. "
But Angers was worried that this thing would end himself before ending the Dragon King.
So this behemoth was thrown into the warehouse to eat dust.
But now that it is being reactivated, there is naturally something urgent to do.
Thinking of what Gu Bei said on the phone, "a major event that could reshuffle the secret party," Angers didn't really believe it, but he had to take it seriously.
It is better to believe that it exists than to believe that it does not exist.
The brightly lit giant city appeared under the wing, and the roads extending in all directions formed a shining spider web.
That's New York, the largest city in the world.
LaGuardia Airport is the closest airport in New York to Queens. Although it is small, it has complete facilities and also handles the takeoff and landing of private jets.
As long as there is money.
The most indispensable thing in Kassel is the knife music that exudes the aroma of ink.
The giant beast landed with a roar, and the silver-haired old man walked out of the cabin and hugged Gu Bei, who had been waiting here for a long time.
Black custom-made suit, shiny Italian leather shoes, oiled hair that can be used as a mirror, and a bright red rose on the chest.
If it weren't for this guy's silver hair, he would look like a complete thief!
After adding the silver hair, there is...an old silver thief!
"If you just wanted to trick me into taking a private plane to New York, then avoid the CC1000 train and let me take you back, congratulations on your success."
Ange stretched out his hand to pat Gu Bei's shoulder, but Gu Bei twisted his body and slid Ange's hand aside.
"Actually, I didn't exaggerate on the phone, maybe I restrained myself a bit."
Gu Bei spread his hands: "The secret party's shuffling is just a basic operation. If it is more serious, it is not impossible that the secret party will disintegrate as a result."
Angers looked serious: "You should know what you are talking about."
Gu Bei nodded.
A black Maserati parked next to the two of them. It was a luxury car sold by the same store as Ferrari. The slender hood had a sharp arc, like a shark jumping out of the water. The anti-peep glass blocked the view inside.
It's definitely a cool toy.
It's a pity that it is an exclusive toy for old silver thieves.
The car door popped open, Ange sat in the driver's seat as expected, Gu Bei got in the passenger seat, and Nono got in the back seat.
Only then did Ange notice the red-haired girl who had been following Gu Bei.
Old people will inevitably gossip once.
"I remember that the academy's information said that you have an affair with the eldest lady of Tokyo's Jakikihachi family...she also has red hair."
Gu Beifei rolled his eyes at Ange: "Nonuo, like me, is a freshman this year. Besides..."
"...If you continue to investigate me casually, I will kidnap Norma away."
Nuonuo nodded to Ang De with some restraint.
The little witch who is fearless is also aware of current affairs. When you meet such a character, pretending to be tough is just seeking death. The opponent may not care about your performance, but your attitude must be in place.
Angers thought for a while: "Oh, it's you, Chen Motong, Caesar's fiancée."
"It's my principal."
"You two are..."
"Just a temporary partner."
The old guy obviously enjoyed life very much. A melodious aria was playing on Martha's stereo, and there was actually a bottle of ice wine in the slot where a Coke should have been inserted. The skylight above his head was open, and the curls of cigar smoke were flying up.
Angers slowly exhaled a breath of mist: "So, what happened?"
Gu Bei went through everything, from Ben Parker's anomalies to the New York serial murders, to Richard Parker's disappearance and his last message.
The old guy's expression gradually became serious: "So you are suspecting that there is a problem within the secret party?"
Gu Bei shook his head: "Although it is difficult to identify it as the Secret Party family based only on the term "family," I don't think other mixed-race families would have this level of control over New York. "
"really."
Ang hot nodded and agreed with Gu Bei's view.
"A local mixed-race family in New York...could it be the Rockefellers?"
Gu Bei shook his head: "This is your internal matter, so I won't get involved. But when you catch the murderer, I want to see him."
Ange had no objection and didn't ask Gu Bei what he wanted to do.
Although the two belong to two camps and have different positions, their current goals are the same.
Find out who is behind the scenes and dig out the mastermind "family".
Angers did it out of a sense of responsibility for the Secret Party. No matter how bad these families were, the Secret Party was still the legacy of Meineke. Angers didn't want to give up on them unless he had to.
But everything must be detoured for dragon slaying.
and
Gu Bei... just had other plans.
After the conversation was over, the old guy flicked the cigarette butt out of the sunroof and held the steering wheel with one hand.
Gu Bei was stunned, his expression changed, and then he quickly grabbed the handle on the side.
Nono:?
Before Nono could react, the old guy stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
The dangerous shark roared and rushed out, regardless of the changing traffic lights, and plunged into the traffic flow. Several cars behind were forced to brake suddenly, blocking the entire intersection.
"Hello!"
Nono didn't even have time to fasten her seat belt, so she could only hold on to the armrest for dear life. The "pushing feeling" praised so highly by car magazines was simply torture at the moment, as if a huge force was pressing her firmly on the seat.
Although Nono is also a lunatic, it is obvious that she is not pure enough.
Kassel Academy is the real lunatic.
If Naotong is a concentration camp for weirdos, then Kassel is a gathering place for lunatics.
Angers, the principal of Kassel, is the craziest one.
In comparison, Nono and Caesar are just racing at 100 kilometers per hour. They are really good drivers who abide by the law!
Angers drank the ice wine in the glass with enjoyment and continued to accelerate. It seemed that it was common for this old guy to drive fast.
Ice wine?
Hey, hey, right?
Ice wine shouldn’t appear on this occasion, right? The speed has reached 120 kilometers per hour, and the old guy driving the car is holding a goblet in his hand?
Is it too exciting?
"Old guy...driving under the influence..."
Gu Bei composed himself: "...The driver's license is going to be revoked!"
"I know." Angers shrugged.
"But do you think they're going to renew a 130-year-old guy's driver's license? There was no such thing as a driver's license when I was learning to drive. It was 1899... well, yes, 1899, and the car was only invented in 1885 The new toy can’t run as fast as a horse-drawn carriage, it doesn’t have Ford or GM, and it doesn’t have any traffic rules!”
"Principal, you...have been driving without a license for more than a hundred years?"
Nuonuo's heart almost jumped out of his throat. The moment he missed the car, he thought he must have collided with it. There was only a small gap, like two Japanese samurai swordsmanship, and the sharp swords flashed past each other in the air.
"I'm still young and I still want to live a good life!"
"Yes," Angers smiled, "You are still young, but I don't have much time. Well... I don't even know how much time I have left..."
"Hey, Mad! Can you stop speeding up when changing the topic?"
"I didn't change the subject. What I meant was... As a dying old man who likes to drive fast cars, what else can he not do?"
Angers shifted the gear to that damn "super sport" mode and let out a cheer that would accelerate the secretion of hormones in teenage girls.
"NTMD!"
Gu Bei's voice was pulled farther and farther away by Maserati, and finally dispersed on the street.
In the high-rise buildings on the side of the road, huge one-way floor-to-ceiling windows surround the room, making you feel like you are standing on the clouds.
New York is a city full of high-rise buildings, but there are really not many landmarks like this.
Although it is not as tall as the World Trade Center Building, which is the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere, it is still one of the tallest buildings in New York.
In the empty room, you can see the majestic and boundless sea of clouds, which is really spectacular.
The middle-aged man is sitting on a comfortable leather boss chair, and every move he makes gives people a huge sense of oppression.
Two men in suits stood on the other side of the desk, waiting for the middle-aged man to give orders.
The middle-aged man shook the goblet in his hand.
"Ange has arrived in New York."
The middle-aged man said calmly: "I know how much you weigh. Don't talk about you two. Even if we add up, we may not be his opponent."
The two men pressed their heads lower, and one of them said: "As long as you give your orders, we will die..."
The middle-aged man cut off his words: "That's not necessary. After all, he was the one who single-handedly overthrew the Sheqiba family. Although we really don't want to admit it, there is still a gap between us and the Sheqiba family, which is second only to the Tianchao family in terms of heritage. "
"So you don't have to die."
Another of the two men said: "Then what should we do? The plan has been going on for almost ten years. Do we have to give up now?"
As he spoke, shining golden light shot out from under his sunglasses.
The middle-aged man frowned, his eyes also glowed golden, and with such power that he could not stand up straight, he pressed his two hands down.
"Don't be impulsive."
The middle-aged man put away his golden eyes and spoke slowly: "This matter cannot be accomplished in a short time, so there is no need to rush. As long as we avoid Ange's investigation this time, we can always restart the plan."
"But how are we going to escape? Angers doesn't know if there are any clues in his hand. What if..."
The irritable subordinate wanted to say more, but the man raised his hand to stop him.
The middle-aged man sipped a glass of red wine and said calmly: "At times like this, it's time for the Rockefeller family to come in handy."
"Isn't it just for today that we took the initiative to withdraw from the competition for New York?"
The more stable subordinate nodded: "I understand."
The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Just do it."
The two turned around to leave, but the man said again: "Wait a minute."
The two turned around.
The man turned his chair to face the two of them, and the goblet made a soft tinkling sound when it touched the table.
"Odin's two crows and the bait thrown out, are there any new movements?"
The calm man shook his head: "Fujin and Wuni disappeared two days ago and have not been found yet. As for the bait..."
"It seems that Wu Ni said something to him, and he seems to have guessed his identity."
"But the Executive Directorate hasn't gotten the news yet. There are three freshmen, one sophomore, and a loser who has been repeating the grade for seven years among the commissioners for this mission."
The middle-aged man nodded: "Be careful, these people are not simple, otherwise they would not think of informing Angers."
The two men nodded in unison: "Yes."
