In the post-World War I period, Greenwich announced its entry into the Alliance, and the human political structure gradually stabilized in compromise and concession, forming a situation in which Greenwich, the Ark and the Chinese Alliance were separated, and the Global Human Alliance, the American Alliance, the Caucasus Union, the Pan Pacific Alliance, the Mediterranean Union, the African Union and the Maori Seven coexisted. After IC55, the Ark weakened, Maori rose, and the two positions changed.

- "Post-Warring States" IC190, Heru. Princeton

Robbie. Miraj is a suspended student at Greenwich Origins, in other words, he is a first-order ability, and his ability is to pierce obstacles.

According to the habit of cultivating abilities in the Origin Academy, since awakening, Miraj has always maintained twice the amount of training per day that is twice the limit of ability, but since he was ordered to arrive in Shangri-La 7 months ago, he has never activated his ability. The Viscount asked him to hide his identity as a Capable Person, and before him, every chief secretary of the council was required to do so for a term of three years.

Why sacrifice a level 4 ability person who is about to be promoted to the most important three years to be an ordinary secretary, Mirai doesn't know, he was selected to become the secretary of the board of directors for this term, in addition to the ability to be suitable, the most important thing is his obedience.

Mirai really completely restrained his desire to release his abilities, even in the car accident two months ago, he did not break the law, but chose to be hit by a high-speed car and break his left leg.

The ability to recover is stronger than the average person, Miraj only rested for 1 week before sitting in a wheelchair to resume his duties as a secretary, 2 weeks ago, he left the wheelchair, but his injured leg has not fully recovered, and he limped when he walked.

Until today. The two companions who got along day and night recoiled without hesitation, and then they were ignited, and when everyone's attention was attracted, the ability was activated.

A figure emerged from the bottom of the suspended "Hope Light" and fell to the ground. Miraj looked motionless and raised her left arm to activate the button on the watch. Sou! The knob of the watch pops out with a thin steel wire, piercing the outer wall of the No. 74 "Flame Pillar", and the knob opens into a grappling hook, which is fastened to the inside of the hole.

Mirai raised her hand and continued to fall, and the threads kept being released. Until the height of seven or eight meters above the ground, the steel wire was exhausted, Milayi's body trembled, and with the pain like a tear in his left shoulder, the steel wire broke, and he landed on one knee, suddenly stiff, and his face suddenly turned pale.

I should have taken out the steel nails on my legs if I knew so! Swallowing a mouthful of saliva hard, Miraj finally survived the most painful time, but his left leg was temporarily unable to exert his strength, and the young capable man stood up strongly, jumping forward on one leg, and there was a strange sense of joy in the dark uniform on his body.

The Parliament Building is built in the very center of Shangri-La, and the road surrounding the building is not full of traffic, but as long as it is a passing car, most of it is magnificent. Miraiten stepped onto the road and sped into a bright red roadster, the driver had no idea that someone would jump from the park directly below the parliament to the road, and the speed was so fast that he could only watch his car crash into the young man who was jumping on one foot.

Shangri-La people are really careless when driving. Miraj shook his head, tiptoe to the ground, and at the moment of the crash, the ability to start.

Boom! The seat belt was rudely ripped off, the poor owner was thrown out of the car by Mirai, and the tires of the sports car pulled two long tire marks on the road, and with a smooth drift turned into the slip road, speeding towards the city center.

Sou! Torun smashed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the council chamber and burst out, chasing after Miraj, three points faster than a sports car.

"Toren, a second-order powerhouser. Douglas, able to fly, with inconvenient steering. Miraj silently said a word, gritted his teeth and stepped on the clutch of his left foot, gear, accelerator, and the sports car drifted back to the main road, overtaking in the rearview mirror of the car in front, and the two cars brushed each other and flew out of a spark.

Toren could only watch as the red sports car slipped into the traffic, and he slammed into the ground with a thud, the flames soaring into the sky, and the puff sleeves inflated again, carrying him high into the air. After adjusting his direction, there was another scream in the sky, and at a faster speed, Toren chased in the direction the sports car had left.

Driving at 130 yards per hour in the city centre, Miraj was a skilled car, with the screeching of braking behind him, vehicle collisions, cries of the wounded and billowing smoke, but all this meant nothing to the flying Toruń, especially in the high-rise city center, where he could step on skyscrapers and change direction, and the sports car that could only drive along the road could no longer shake him off.

Rushing through 4 intersections, Toren flew over the sports car and looked condescendingly at the secretary of the capable man who was constantly causing the car accident. A slippery mouse, Toren licked his slightly dry lips, such an opponent is his favorite, such a good opponent, should be burned into a torch along with that good car.

As Toruń fell, Miraj sweated profusely and stared through the window at the manhole more than ten meters ahead. Come on! Hurry up!

Rumble! The Toruń fit crashed into the sports car, the interior ignited, the fuel tank exploded, and the sports car flew high, tumbling and slapping on another car that couldn't dodge, boom!

A large hand reached out from the crack, pinching the burning shell, and Toren pushed away the wreckage with a grim face, but Miraj ran anyway, and disappeared with a mocking smile a moment before the explosion.

"Ahem, ahem!" Directly below the explosion, Miraj was coughing desperately in the filthy sewage of the sewers, his body was red, his back and face were blistered with burns, and most of his hair was burned, making him look particularly hideous.

Without time to treat the wound, he propped himself up and dragged his left leg in one direction. He knew very well that he had to send the information out before Shangri-La's powerhouses figured out what he was capable of, and this was his only chance.

Going round and round, twisting and turning, dragging his injured leg in the sewers for more than half an hour, Mirai was shocked twice. Fortunately, she didn't fall into the soft mud and touch the two bloody scabs on her forehead, and Miraj was very happy. The severe pain brought him to his senses as soon as possible, so he did not die of suffocation.

It's finally ...... When he arrived, the third step of the escalator in front of him was disconnected from the middle, and the incision looked like a rusted D, which was short for Origin, like the R of the Return Mechanism.

Mirai took a deep breath, his sense of smell had long since adapted to the stench of the sewers, he needed to inhale as much air as possible, and these twenty or so maintenance escalators were not easy for him to climb now.

Unfastening his shoelaces and untying the keychain that had been modified with a carabiner, Miraj made a temporary pair of safety ropes to fasten to the belt. Then he took off his socks again, wrapped them around the tiger's mouths in his hands, and clenched them with his teeth. Reaching out and pinching the fourth escalator, Miraj began to climb barefoot, climbed one level, fixed it once with a safety rope, climbed another level, and fell once because of the loss of strength, he hung on the rope to recover his strength, and then continued to climb.

Climbing to the top, Miraj did not hesitate to activate the ability. 4 times, this is the limit of his ability to activate continuously, but he really doesn't have the strength to push through the heavy manhole, so he can only waste his ability in such a meaningless place.

At No. 17, Lane 122, Democracy Avenue, barefoot, shuffling, filthy, foul-smelling, sweaty and bloody, Miraj stands on this "democracy" avenue full of prostitutes, criminals and illegal residents, and complements the street scene.

He knocked on the door of the 17th. The door opened, and a fat woman with a freckled face walked out, and Miraj pounced on it, quickly ripping off the recorder that had been made into an earring and stuffing it into the woman's hand.

"Codename, Buckingham Palace. Evacuate quickly and get things home as fast as possible, no matter the cost. ”

"Need a break?"

"Push me out."

The fat woman broke free of Mirai's hand as if frightened, and pushed him down, boom! The door is closed.

Miraj grinned, got up and knocked on door 22 again, the same experience, but this time the owner was really frightened, and with a scream, he was pushed far away, and then a sturdy black man came out with a baseball bat and kicked and smacked.

Then on the 27th, 33rd, and 47th, Miraj coughed up blood, knocked on one door after another, was turned away again and again, and when the man was there, he was punched and kicked at every turn.

Underground people, sure enough, there are no good people. Miraj laughed and climbed out of the alleyway into the main street, across the street from the metro station, 3 stops later at Shangri-La's Magnetic Rail Station, boarding the train, and 17 stops later Stockholm County, his hometown.

It's so far.

Miraj climbed up against the wall and mustered the last of her strength to rush out of the street and towards the entrance of the subway station. Zila! The brakes screeched, and a truck crashed into Mirai's body, and he rolled and flew out without a sound, the last crash he had caused in Shangri-La.

……

There is a mature process for the death of a homeless man, including collecting the body, verifying the identity, checking debts and accounts, and notifying relatives or creditors, and Mirai's creditor is Toruń.

The news of his death quickly reached Toren's hands, and Tolun was sitting in Ling Tong's office at this time, still resting his legs on the coffee table and drinking other people's wine.

Not long ago, Ling Tong had just persuaded Speaker Maier to issue an ultimatum ahead of schedule. The news has leaked, and there is no point in concealing it any longer, so it is better to issue an ultimatum in a bright and open manner, and with the statement of the Ark to join, coupled with the personal influence of those directors, it is said that some forces will join the army that is crusading against Greenwich. This was originally Ling Tong's plan, but originally everything was carried out in secret, and now, everything is exposed to the sun, if those large forces don't make trouble, if they make trouble, will there be a second ally in the alliance now?

"How much more do you have to hide from me!" Seeing off Speaker Mayer, Ling Tong angrily looked at An Muro, who was sitting precariously, and Toren, who was unmoved, and Toren only expressed regret for not killing the person with the ability to Glench, which in itself speaks for itself.

"Hiding it from you? Are we obligated to tell you anything, Commander-in-Chief? Torun scoffed.

"Don't forget! I'm in charge of Shangri-La! Ling Tong was furious.

"Cut! You are the person in charge, why does Lord Fanor's contact always go to Amulo? Tollń scoffed.

"You're damned!" The grass grew wildly, and in the blink of an eye, it spread all over the office, and the pointed heads of the vines rose like snakes, pointing at Toruń.

"Alright." An Muro stood up, "You are the implementer, not the person in charge. Shangri-La has no responsible person. "Second order against third order, but An Muluo still stood opposite Ling Tong without flinching, "We only follow the orders of the adults, you should have understood this. Do you think that adults have been preparing plans for so long just for a Greenwich? You are so arrogant! ”

"Just for a Greenwich? Is Greenwich so easy to deal with? Arrogant! ”

"Do your thing well and play your own chess." An Muluo stared at Ling Tong with burning eyes, "For the rest, adults have their own decisions. ”

"If Huaxia and Maori intervene, we can't find any allies, and this war can only end in nothing!" Ling Tong did his last try.

"Huaxia and Maori will not interfere, they are democratic, and as long as they are democratic, we have room to exert influence." An Mu Luo patted Torun on the shoulder, and Torun stood up, and as An Mu Luo left, he suddenly shoved the report in his hand into the hand of the commander-in-chief.

"Even I know that adults will not let Huaxia and Maori intervene, your opponent is only Greenwich, and you only need to pay attention to Greenwich." Tolun looked at Ling Tong defiantly, "Take this, let your councillor feel at ease, otherwise how can he help you do things wholeheartedly, Lord Commander." ”