This kind of long-distance travel task, Luo Yin does not exclude. After all, the travel and accommodation expenses are fully reimbursed, and the food expenses are 400 per day. If the companions could talk less, the journey would be even better.

"I had to stuff 2,000 yuan into the Archives Bureau of the Executive Department to get such an awesome number."

Raymond, of B-class descent, is a fiery man of his word. His number is 007 among the B-level commissioners of the Executive Department, and because he cherishes this number so much, he reluctantly gives up the opportunity to be promoted to A-level commissioners.

Level 02, only five years older than him, but he is already an uncle who is anxious about getting married and having children. From X City, Beijing, Tokyo to Hamburg, Germany, Raymond often can't help but boast about how cute his wife is.

Of course, more often than not, it's complaining about milk powder money. When the child is older, it is a big expense to develop music and sports skills, and it will take a lot of money to stuff the baby into a prestigious school.

After all, if the child wants to enter Kassel in the future, it will be much less troublesome to have such a resume. A "grassroots" like Raymond still suffered a lot in the academy.

The special spirit of Blazing Sun should be the reason why Raymond mixes well in the execution department. The ultra-large range of strong light that distinguishes between friend and foe, the jamming and running ability are all first-class, and the lethal ability is ......

Combined with the information detected by the system, Luo Yin knew why the executive department assigned him a pair of sunglasses with strong effects.

At the last stop in Hamburg, under the supervision of two A-class commissioners, Raymond bagged all the documents obtained, sealed them, and stamped them.

SS-level, Luo Yin glanced at the level of the data from the vague mirror reflected from the window glass. His brow furrowed, a familiar feeling.

Although Raymond is only a B-class commissioner, he is no less than most A-level in terms of detection and escape ability. And he, the C-class commissioner, was tasked with supporting operations and reporting on Raymond's situation.

Tsk, he's covered again. B with C, but the SS-level top-secret information is transported, which sounds outrageous but is very hidden.

Luo Yin still didn't know it, and Raymond hid the paper materials in the mezzanine of his clothes and carried them with him. The two took a flight to Detroit, from where they transferred to Chicago.

SS-level paper materials, not uploaded to Norma, but secretly transported in many places. Keep his C-Class in the dark, but let him oversee Raymond's actions.

Luo Yin almost locked the category of this information. If it's really extremely important information, there's no need to be so sneaky.

According to the practice of the Executive Department, the information submitted directly to the school board or the senate is also the top secret level of the SS. Raymond, you're the old guy's intelligence liaison.

The commissioners he met along the way, Luo Yin remembered their appearances. The old guys really have a separate intelligence network, and they have a lot of information to themselves, and they have left out the management of Ange and other colleges.

Put them all in Samaritan's repository, and see if you can rebel against a few when you have time.

......

"Wait, Fingal is your big brother?"

"yes. He is of A-level blood, and many people call him super A-class.

At that time, he had a lot of horses, and the chocolates given by his beautiful sister on Valentine's Day were piled up one person high. But Fingal never took it, it was melted and made into chocolate sauce and eaten on bread.

Because many junior sisters had a crush on him, many people wanted to kill Fingal. Except, of course, my wife, who doesn't like muscular men. ”

Fingal, you thief, you used to be Fingal Caesar Zihang!

This guy is really a dog of dogs. Luo Yin and Raymond were five levels apart, and there should have been no intersection, but Fingal forcibly built a bridge of communication between the two.

He is in charge of the Ministry of Information, on the one hand, to gather intelligence, and on the other hand, presumably to eliminate his own presence.

"Fingal was cut off from all of us, and almost no one knew where he was. Maybe I went back to inherit the family property. ”

"He's been in Kassel."

"Being a teacher? It's hard to imagine. ”

"Yanbi."

Raymond, confused.

The waiting hall was sparsely crowded, and the two sat side by side on the benches, chatting nonsense. Luo Yin didn't feel sorry for Raymond's work, and there were a lot of people like him in the hands of the old guys.

He's just an ordinary person. Aside from his big light bulb and 007 number, Raymond is just a spoiled wife maniac who worries about raising children. He doesn't say what he stands for, it's just that the salary is higher.

Boom!

Luo Yin heard a dull crash, like the roar of a heavy hammer hitting a stone pillar.

Unlike today's modern style of mostly aluminum alloy brackets with multiple layers of tempered glass, Detroit Train Station has a rather old-school look. As stubborn as the city is, it can certainly be said that it can't keep up with the times.

Hundreds of gray-and-white concrete load-bearing columns tens of meters high support the magnificent railway station building, which was decorated in the forties of the last century, making it incompatible with this era.

There was a constant tremor, and the stone dust on the dome fell like snow. Many passengers on the bus felt something was wrong and looked up at the rickety chandelier overhead.

Boom!

The second loud bang thundered. Opening the mirror pupil, Luo Yin found that the sound sources of the two impacts were different, one horizontal and one vertical.

With his current bloodline, he still felt a noticeable tightness in his chest and abdomen, and as for the alchemy heart, it really didn't feel anything. Infrasound, but not earthquakes.

Luo Yin glanced at the passengers in the hall who were beginning to flee, but he couldn't find any trace of the enemy.

Raymond remained calm, motioning for him to blend in with the crowd at the side exit. But it was too late.

Boom!

At the moment of the third loud bang, the dome began to crumble. Seven beams, all the old glass windows, and the gray chandelier turned into hundreds of shards, slicing into the ground.

Although the train station was deserted, hundreds of people fled in all directions. But the seemingly overwhelming chaotic offensive completely locked him and Raymond.

Shattered boulders locked their way away, and countless shards of glass turned into a murderous torrential rain.

"Wear goggles and hide under a bench!"

Before Luo Yin could stop it, Raymond unleashed the Spirit of Words and Blazing Sun, stretching the realm to the limit of fifty meters in diameter. No one can target him in this environment.

Luo Yin, who was half-blind, seemed to hear a soft laugh, like a mockery.

He could only faintly see the tracks of those glass shards, cracking and splashing on the ground, without the slightest power of words, but cutting at him and Raymond from all directions.

In 007's frightened gaze, Luo Yin knocked him unconscious with a sneak attack knife.

Dragon spirit, 100% fused. Uru Toramaman, transform!

In the midst of the blazing radiance that was crumbling, the new realm issued a law a hundred times stronger on all spirits. Small hurricanes erupted outwards in an absolute field with a diameter of 8 meters, forcibly repelling all attacks.

The attacker paused.

Luo Yin held Raymond in one hand, and casually propped up the stones and glass shards to clear out a piece of pure land. In the train station building, there are only two people left, and an unknown creature.

There may be a few addicts in the dark corners who take drugs and faint, but Boss Luo is not interested in caring about them.

Xia Mi, no, Ye Menggard stood at the top of the load-bearing pillar of the building, and Luo Yin in a special dragon state was reflected in the demonic golden pupils.

A strong sense of familiarity, with multiple Nibelungen marks on his body, and a human who has almost reached the end of the path to godhood, who is he......

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Power flows through the body, like water running through the leylines of the earth. The dragonized cyan knuckles slammed into the dome of the railway station three times in a row, and three different forces poured into the stone pillar at the same time.

Luo Yin controlled his muscles to block his ears, and the scales of his body deformed and reshaped in vibration, isolating the screams of the object before it died. He seems to have guessed the other party's ability, which is really outrageous.

Under three blows, the roof of the railway station was gone. Luo Yin didn't know how heavy that thing was, but he definitely couldn't withstand it when he smashed it.

Wind and fire arose, and he catapulted like a nimble rocket in the three-dimensional space of the train station, dodging the debris attacks from all directions.

Hundreds of tons of dome fell to the ground, smoke and dust rose dozens of meters, and a loud and devastating sound could be heard more than ten kilometers away.

Luo vaguely saw a dark cyan shadow. The opponent's bouncing power is amazing, moving at supersonic speed in the collapsed confined space, hitting the walls and load-bearing columns from time to time, and maneuvering with ease.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of Detroit onlookers, the soon-to-be-100-year-old railway station building is gone.

All the pillars broke and toppled together, and the walls then collapsed inward, welcoming death in the midst of a heroic apocalypse.

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