Lumi's peace of mind does not mean that he will lose his coolness, so he directly disguised himself and entered the office of the congressman, found the "spitting" guy, and burned him to death on the spot.

This isn't an outrageous plan, but without enough intelligence, the risk could turn into suicide.

First of all, he didn't know how many cult god believers there were in the councilor's office and what their strength was;

Second, he didn't know that the eighth game or the two churches were Hugues. how many protectors Artois provides, what kind of capabilities it has;

Thirdly, he has not yet grasped the specific location and basic information of the target, and even if he succeeds in infiltrating the office of a congressman, he may not be able to find the other party;

In the end, he hadn't figured out how to blend in, and he evacuated smoothly.

Of course, Lumien does not deny that the chaos caused by the explosion at the Goodville chemical plant is very beneficial to his own infiltration.

His tentative plan is to be a patient "hunter", waiting for the target to come out, quietly following him, preliminarily confirming his situation, and then looking for an opportunity to attack.

Judging from the status of the opponent Yuge and Artois in the campaign team, his sequence level will not be too high, and he must not have divinity, even if it is a medium sequence, at most sequence 7.

If Lumian made a mistake in his judgment and the target reached Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5, he wouldn't be too afraid, he believed that Mr. K would be interested in hunting the cultists!

Call...... Lumian exhaled slowly, and continued to look at the brightly lit earthy four-story building, gathering useful information for the next operation.

As time went on, scavengers in their fifties came over with linen bags on their backs and rummaged through the garbage heaps on the sides of their houses.

This made Lumian suddenly sigh, and the fire in his heart burned even harder.

In Trier, people don't just scavenge if they want to, every scavenger has an employer, they are divided into two categories: full-time and temporary, they have a fixed scavenging area, and they can't cross the border, otherwise there will be all kinds of conflicts, beatings, etc., so Ruhl and Michel prayed. Artois held a dinner party every day, instead of going to the streets where the dinner party was held every day, and those places did not belong to them, but were occupied by other scavengers.

The difference between full-time and temporary is that full-time waste pickers receive a monthly salary from their employers, and the garbage they pick up belongs to their employers, of course, if they really pick up valuable items or things that can be consumed easily, the waste pickers often decide whether to turn them in or keep them for themselves, and the temporary ones are Ruhl and Michel, who do not have a fixed salary, rummage through the garbage in the early morning and evening, and send all the things they get to the designated garbage disposal site, which is often opened by their employers.

Because of this, the homeless people on the street rummage through the garbage heaps for food and clothing, and in most cases do not get money by scavenging.

[The app that has been running stably for many years is comparable to the old version of the book-chasing artifact, which is used by old bookworms.]

Familiar Faces Location: Congressman Hugg in the Market District. Artois is on the edge of the top floor, in the room with the largest balcony;

The red-haired lady was on the same floor as him, right next door to him;

On the other side of the second floor, the 30-something man in the campaign, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and always held a manuscript in his hand, was on opposite ends of the corridor with the unhealthy young man, who seemed to be lazy, going to the balcony every half hour to smoke cigarettes and take in the scenery, showing a lack of concern and enthusiasm for the aftermath of the explosion at the Goodville chemical plant;

A tall, muscular and burly middle-aged man was in the middle of the office on the third floor;

A handsome young woman wearing glasses, a white shirt and a small dark blue coat is on the fourth floor, located in Hugue. Directly below Artois, they were on the same side as the man with gold-rimmed glasses, far away from the unhealthy young man and did not seem to like to be near him. The rooms on the side appear to belong to collective offices, each with several employees.

This means that the probability that they have a certain status or extraordinary abilities is negligible.

Other cultists don't like the guy who always coughs and spits and is far away from him when he picks an office? They also believe that the councillor's office is heavily guarded, and that the one has extraordinary abilities and is unlikely to be attacked? Also, if you really want to attack the office of a councilor, the target must be Yuge. Artois, not someone under his command, is the only way to make it worth the risk...... Lumian pondered for a moment, and suddenly felt that this might be an opportunity.

The question now is how he will infiltrate the office of a legislator without getting noticed.

In the absence of Franca, his golden-black hair color is a very distinctive feature.

After thinking about it for a while, Lumian had a plan.

He left across the street from the councillor's office and returned to the safe house on White Coat Street.

Immediately afterwards, he set up the altar and prayed to the Great Being for her protection.

He believed that since the angel's embrace could help him avoid the scrutiny of the gods, it would certainly have enough anti-divination effect!

As before, he was once again struck by the brilliance and divine majesty of the angels, and in an indescribable emotion, he saw the layers of wings of light envelop him.

When he had done this, Lumian pressed his hand to the top of his head.

His golden and black hair was suddenly ignited like withered grass, and clumps fell with the light of fire.

Soon, there were only a few hairs left on Lumian's head.

He put on his dark blue cap again, disguised his face with "voyeur glasses", and then left White Coat Street and turned into the part of Market Avenue near the Candid Market, where he found a ready-to-wear store that was not too cheap.

Two clerks, a man and a woman, were a little surprised to see people dressed like homeless people coming in, and they didn't know whether to stop them.

Lumian explained in a slightly panicked way, "I met a perverted robber who robbed me of my clothes and pants, and I had to buy a set from a homeless man nearby."

Hearing this explanation, the female clerk almost laughed.

They have seen a lot of similar things, and they know that people who make such excuses are often cheating with a certain lady, and when her husband comes back, he has to flee naked with his wallet, and then find a homeless man to scrape together some clothes temporarily.

If someone justifiably says that his current situation is caused by cheating, then he is likely to have really met a perverted robber.

Lumian eventually bought a formal outfit that looked good but was actually more ordinary, including a shirt, coat, bow tie, and a dark cane, as well as a brown wig and a fake beard of the same color.

This cost him a total of 78 Filkin.

After hiding his tracks and returning to the safe house on White Coat Street, Lumian first took off his previous disguise, then put on his "peeping glasses" again, and put on his makeup according to the appearance of his memory.

His goal was to lean in the direction of aging, and before long, he looked more and more like a middle-aged and elderly man in the mirror, with a brown fake beard glued to his mouth and chin.

Lumien becomes Bono.

Goodwell, owner of the Goodwell Chemical Plant.

Although there are only four or five points, people who know Bono and Goodwell will unconsciously regard him as the other party as long as they do not think about and distinguish him carefully.

Lumian is going to infiltrate the MP's office in this capacity!

Before the official operation, he went underground and hid the original homeless clothes in a hollow in a quarry.

Out of Trier, Lumien hurried to the yellow, four-story building of the Congressman's office, with his cane in hand.

"The discount you have repaired is stored in the user number" Please be sure to click on the event rules to answer and observe a little, and after confirming that the images revealed in each room have not changed much, he lowered his head, half-covered his face, and approached the door of the house.

"Who are you looking for?" A gun-wielding doorman in a dark blue uniform stopped him.

Lumian raised his head, lowered his palms, and said urgently, "I'm looking for a councilor."

One of the doormen could see the visitor's face clearly by the light of the gas street lamp on the side of the street, and subconsciously said, "Mr. Goodwell, why are you here again......

He immediately closed his mouth, knowing that the gentleman who had been bombed in the factory had too many problems to solve tonight, too many troubles to ask for help.

Neither doorman asked, and got out of the way, letting Lumien in.

The hall on the first floor was bustling with people, even after the night was dark, with journalists, officials, representatives of charitable organizations, clerical staff from hospitals who came to brief them, and different staff members who were in charge of receiving them.

Lumian kept his head down, half-covered his face, walked straight to the staircase, and used the same method to pass the interception of two armed guards and go up to the second floor.

He discerned the next direction, past the two staff members who had come out of the room, and came to the office of the unhealthy young man.

Lumian kept his head down, half-covered his face, walked straight to the staircase, and used the same method to pass the interception of two armed guards and go up to the second floor.

He discerned the next direction, past the two staff members who had come out of the room, and came to the office of the unhealthy young man.

The vermilion door was inlaid with an aluminum-white nameplate with several golden Indisian words written on it: "Assistant Secretary, Tibert." Jacques."

Tybert ...... Lumian smiled, put on his gloves, and knocked on the door.