A giant black monster lies on the side of the Chicago airport, like a tamed dragon, waiting for its owner.

"The headmaster actually took out his special plane 'Slebniel' to pick us up, I dare say that there is no more forceful in the academy than us!"

Fingal sighed, took out his phone to take a picture and then operated, and a new post appeared on the Night's Watch forum.

As one of the current celebrities of the Kassel Academy, Fingal's posts certainly don't need to be constantly self-exalted to keep from sinking, as others do.

In less than two minutes, there were dozens of replies to his post, ranging from envy to exclamation to condolences — because everyone knows that the Japanese branch is not a good place.

There was also angry scolding - after Lu Mingfei's strength was revealed, many gambling dogs who had lost all their money in the 3E exam handicap agreed that the bad file was taken out by Fingal to deceive people, so he issued a "Kassel debt collection order", blocking Fingal everywhere to demand that the money be repaid.

"The principal's plane? Manufactured by the Ministry of Armament? ”

Lu Mingfei stared at the plane with obvious traces of the style of the equipment department, and his eyes lit up.

The Gulfstream G550, the leader in private jets, is designed for businessmen, superstars or dignitaries who are worth billions.

It takes only a few hours for these private jets to fly across the Pacific Ocean, and it's dark in New York when you board your plane, and it's early in the morning in Paris when you wake up.

"How is it possible, the equipment department is only responsible for carrying out various perverted modifications to this Gulfstream G550 that I bought, but fortunately, because it is the principal's private plane, they didn't put any backup hidden energy on this thing, otherwise they could still drive it...... Ahem! ”

Fingal coughed a few times and didn't continue.

Lu Mingfei felt a little sorry, if the equipment department could rub the plane, then try to let them rub a simple version of the storm raven for themselves-

A primary transport and fire support aerial vehicle used in Astarte.

As the stairs descend, a female commissioner wearing an Executive Department's standard black trench coat is waiting for them.

"Lu Mingfei student?"

The female commissioner carefully looked at Lu Mingfei and the long sword he was carrying, with a bit of awe in her eyes.

The reputation of the S-class freshman has long spread throughout the Executive Department, and the protagonist of a war practice class and won the MVP, a sudden attack slashed the colliding armored vehicle in front of several commissioners and left him unharmed.

"Is there something wrong?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yes, this is the document that the headmaster ordered you."

The female commissioner politely handed over a gray brown paper bag with both hands, "The principal said please open it when you get on the plane." ”

Lu Mingfei took the paper bag, and the female commissioner handed over another agreement: "This is an agreement for the repatriation of remains, please go to the Japanese branch to implement it this time...... Well, the exchange students are signing here. ”

"I never sign this thing."

Lu Mingfei ignored the agreement and walked up the boarding stairs.

"I don't need it either."

Chu Zihang shook his head and followed behind Lu Mingfei.

"Since the head of the regiment and the deputy head of the regiment are so confident, then I won't sign it, anyway, the first two will go up if there is something."

Fingal grinned, refused to sign the repatriation agreement, and quickly followed the team with two heavy suitcases.

The female commissioner looked a little helpless, but she didn't catch up and forcibly ask them to sign, as if she had expected this result for a long time.

Slybnier's interior cabin is luxuriously decorated like a small living room in a villa, and even has a wine cooler and refrigerator – all fixed in place, including a variety of fine wines and goblets.

"Boom ——!!!"

The sleeping black monster awoke and let out a deafening roar that was enough to tear a person's eardrums apart.

The normal Gulfstream flight is as quiet as its "giant blue whale swimming in the deep ocean" when the passengers on board don't even notice the engine is running, and the designers say it is as quiet as a "giant blue whale swimming in the deep ocean."

But the principal's Slebniel is a modified version of the equipment department - Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang are not unfamiliar with this name.

Like the "pragmatism" of the madmen, the Gulfstream was stretched to the limit, and it was expected to cross the Pacific Ocean to Tokyo in just six hours, more than four hours faster than a normal flight.

But with the speed and roar all the time, the Gulfstream G550 goes from a blue whale swimming in the deep sea to a tiger shark that slams at full speed at the surface of the sea to attack food, without any noise reduction measures, which is very much in line with the war blacksmith who never thinks about comfort.

"Have you ever seen a tank with zoned air conditioning, heated cushions and massage seats?"

The director of Akadulla is full of words.

Lu Mingfei opened the brown paper bag given to him by the executive department and pulled out the documents inside.

The first thing that catches your eye is the striking "S" class red badge.

"I'll go, S-class mission! It's definitely for you, I don't watch it, I'm going to be brainwashed if I watch it......"

Fingal, who was sitting on the sidelines, covered his eyes and turned his head away.

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, Ange hadn't told him that there were any other S-class tasks.

The three of them all knew that going to Japan to be an "exchange student" this time was completely a pretense, and Ange also knew what Lu Mingfei was doing when he sent him to Japan.

So he specially sent his beloved Slebnir, spending hundreds of tons of aviation fuel, to send three Weeping Angels weighing nearly 300 kilograms and their weapons and equipment to Japan.

The "Emperor" and his think tank "Gloya" have indeed left a definite and deep mark in Japan.

Lu Mingfei ignored the envelope that "this secret is only read by Lu Mingfei", and briefly glanced at the task information recorded on the document from his seat.

On the last page of the document was a stern warning not to divulge any information about the mission to anyone else, otherwise there would be any punishment for violating any treaty, and the smell of steel and blood was thick with the words.

Chu Zihang, who was sitting on the other side, unconsciously looked away and said softly:

"This should be a task assigned by the school board, and this impersonal tone of ignoring the process and the lives of the executors and focusing only on the results is very much in line with their style."

Lu Mingfei was silent, and poured out the rest of the kraft paper bag—a dark red card with the scent of sandalwood and a box of matches.

Matches are used to burn documents after reading, while cards have the following words written:

"This mission has nothing to do with me—Ange."

Lu Mingfei pulled out a match and lit the card, the smell of smoke mixed with the scent of sandalwood was a little strange.

When the cards burned out, he stuffed the papers and matches back into the brown paper bag, and threw them up—

Accurately disposed into the trash can fixed at the foot of the table not far away.

"Holy!"

"Captain, you are definitely the most daring and crazy student I have ever seen since I entered the school...... The S-level task directly ordered by the school board can be thrown away?! ”

Fingal's eyes widened like brass bells, staring at the brown paper bag that had been thrown into the trash.

"Stealing things like spies, let them find a professional team. We are not their tools to remove the obstacles to the consolidation of centralized power, we are only responsible for finding heresy and purifying it. ”

Lu Mingfei said calmly.