Principal's Office, District 51, USA.

Not all of the special professions awakened in the United States will be accepted for training, and the extremely dangerous and uncontrollable ones are often hunted down by members of the executive department to ensure that they are not discovered by ordinary people.

Five years ago, when a powerful and somewhat powerful Wendigo devoured humans in northern Minnesota, three members of the Executive Department were killed, and the range and intensity of the Wendigo quickly attracted the attention of the locals, and several photos with contours were reported by the media. The school board voted urgently to send a specially selected team of the Enforcement Department to deal with it, but at this moment, several high-risk vampires from the Anomalous Academy, together with werewolves and shapeshifters, defected en masse, and there were many followers of the wind.

In District 51 at that time, no one could compare to the former executive director and current principal, Brandon King, when it came to hunting and killing power. As expected, in the absence of members of the executive department, the principal personally came forward to hunt down and kill the traitors. The result of that incident was, of course, a victory for District 51, but at the cost of not having a single principal to stand up for the school.

It's been five years since he was bitten, and thanks to Matthew's tireless dedication to Area 51 thanks to his return from travel, Brandon has been able to remain in semi-retirement and not have to pick up customers all year round. But now, he has to take care of the current affairs, and the people in front of him have to see them.

The sound of blood running through his veins was loud due to the lack of interference, and Brandon clenched his hands into fists on his forehead, preventing himself from restraining his desire to suck blood from seeing the carotid arteries of the two opposites.

"Old friend, finally even you are back. "The black-and-white hair, Kevin Bell, the other remaining steel winged breeder, is reunited by his decades-old acquaintance in the company of the new Vice Chancellor, Adam," Matthew is dead. ”

"I know. "The first person to merge the ability appeared, and he hid in a more remote place for such a big thing, and Adam would also try to let him know.

"I remember that year, when you and Matthew thought the tasks of the Executive Department were too boring, and left after being promoted and never came back, Adam was not 12 years old at the time, and I was just the principal's son. After all these years, Brandon began to wonder if he was really old, or because he was tormented by vampire instincts, and over the years, he liked to reminisce more and more about his early years, "You actually went to the most inhospitable place in the West! Finally, the fleet photographed the inexplicable and self-extinguishing flames in the Phoenix Islands, and while I was working with the government to cover it up, Matthew returned, and you have only been in contact with Adam in a handwritten letter ever since. ”

"Now he's dead, and I'm back. Kevin stared at Brandon's hands on his forehead, "We're all old. ”

"Teacher..."Adam watched as an old acquaintance was stuck in his memories, and after struggling, he reminded them that this rare meeting had a more important purpose.

"I've heard that you used a first-level ally to exchange abilities with Tianwei and was the first person to visit Area 51. Brandon played some soft, soothing piano music to keep the office from being so quiet," wrote the letter... Left evidence for Tianwei..."

"I'm not trying to kill him. Kevin and Adam sat down in guest seats some distance from their desks.

You've finally achieved your dream, even at the cost of your life, so why can't I?

Beyond the latitudes, at sea.

A figure swayed up and down in the air as the sea breeze blew, but he looked at it with ease, making the most of it every time.

The history class of the capable of each organization will introduce the headquarters of the organization with the highest level of defense and concealment in the world, which is located on an unnamed island in the Chinese sea.

So far, 8.95% of the earth's oceans have not been explored by humans, and Tianwei belongs to that 8.95%. In addition to taking advantage of the natural advantages of the ocean, Tianwei relies on the most complete system of abilities it has, at least using the illusion group barrier, the space group barrier, and the combined troubleshooting of the elemental group, the time group, and the weather group, to ensure that no accidental or targeted activity can unravel its mystery. Even the members of Tianwei rarely know where they are, and their movements are teleported through space rather than physical means.

Dan rode the sea breeze to look down on the area that was indistinguishable from the vast expanse around him, and he was able to find it according to precise coordinates, but he couldn't even see the nameless island.

"Dididi!" the alarm went off, and Dan reserved half an hour for himself before he was back at the hotel to get ready for the guests.

“Youknowwhat，ireallywanttoseeyou.” Dan muttered to the sea where the coordinates were displayed, and turned to head towards the mainland.

Promise to walk the red carpet of the hotel with ease, and look for the room where the representative of District 51 is located in the business rooms that are exactly the same except for the house number, as the document says. In his boredom, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the dragon ring - it was just the right size to be worn on the ring finger, but it didn't seem to be very good on either the left ring finger or the right ring finger (the ring was worn on the left ring finger for marriage, and the right ring finger was in love).

Forget it, how can anyone be as boring as me to remember these things... After promising to comfort himself, he knocked on the door of his room.

"What?" there was an inquiry in the room, and there was a knock on the door so late, usually either special services or hell.

I promised to have basic English communication skills, but in order to be sure, I put on a translator, "I'm Issac.Cheng."

The words that reveal the identity instantly play the role of "Alaho Cave Open" (Harry Potter's door opening spell), and the door opens, revealing the room that has been completely cleaned up by the space team responsible for teleportation. Regardless of whether it was a lamp or a bed, it all went into a private space, and the three people sent by Area 51 sat directly on the ground, guarding two boxes containing snowflake obsidian sticks.

"Hello, promise. Dan, the elemental group wind breed who had seen him on Mt. Kiso, was wearing a beige suit and stood up to shake hands with the promise, "Since it's a private communication, we can't make too much fanfare, I hope you understand." Dan looked at the promised ring, consciously or unconsciously, and smiled with a slight meaning other than the official one.

Of course, understanding is understanding, but this shabby atmosphere with formality and officiality with understanding still makes the promise forget in a few seconds that the next thing is to go to a dangerous place.

3 a.m. Beijing time, 11 a.m. District 51 time.

On a clear day, the Emmy Grant Valley was still as usual. A group of maintenance personnel are inspecting a new aircraft equipped with a speech system (voice control and autonomous intelligence system) next to the 7,093-meter-long runway, and several "officers" in US military uniforms discuss with them; the green house where alien corpses are said to be stored is carried out in the laboratory of the Equipment Department; a large number of students are playing tricks on professors underground, and a large number of space teleportation areas open up a brave new world for students except for special majors.

And in the small town of Rachel, which is known as the "official home of District 51", apart from the fact that the Little Alien Inn has more Asian faces, there is not much change.

The spatial teleportation area located in the administrative area flashed blue, and at the same time, the two people in the office of the vice principal of District 51, Ye Dong in the Zhongte monitoring room, the bright red Tang costume next to the main engine of Aita in the underground of Tianwei, and the Asian faces in Rachel Town all looked at each other.

Promise, arrive at District 51.