Chapter 438 Meeting
"Whether violent bloodshed is safe and controllable is not an issue at today's emergency meeting, I believe." Angers glanced at Frost, whose chest was gradually rising and falling, and glanced at the rest of the people on the table. , "The phenomenon of deep dragon transformation is indeed dangerous, but I don't believe that the elders have not done one or two studies on this phenomenon. You don't seem to be people who will give up this power, because once this power is controllable, it will definitely increase your power." that power."
"We are just questioning the safety of your 'S'-level student. If I remember correctly, he is only 17 years old this year! Exposing him to this technology early is tantamount to stunting the growth." The old man in a black suit rang the bell and looked directly at Angers. Eyes, "It is precisely because we know what deep dragon transformation means that we are so surprised by what you did."
"My colleagues and comrades in the Lion Heart Society have stepped on this road with their lives, and I am preparing to lead future generations to continue to tread this road. How can we face the tsunami without going through the storm? Because he is 'S 'Grade, that's why I think so highly of him. Doing things that are beyond the reach of ordinary people is what he should do." Angers exhaled smoke, "As you said, this is my student, and I naturally have my own education for him. policy."
Frost did not speak, because in terms of education, at least the school board could not find anyone who could replace this old guy. Angers was the most commonly mentioned suffix before the title of the same 'S'-class super hybrid. He is the "Principal", and his qualifications as an educator are unquestionable. At least in his 130-year-old education experience, he has not yet made any major mistakes that could be put on record to serve as a warning.
Looking at the violent document in his hand, Frost also thought about more things in silence. The old guy was impeccable and had made all preparations before he came. The paper in his hand was one of them.
This can be regarded as a self-certification of the other party, and it can also be regarded as a show of goodwill to the entire school board. The violent blood technology is certainly dangerous. It was rejected and denounced by all the school directors the moment it appeared, but who Did the school director really throw away the documents? They always read it quietly before complaining.
"Then how can we be sure that he is safe? He is an 'S' class, not an ordinary hybrid. Once something goes wrong with him, it may cause a lot of trouble." The girl rang the bell.
"If you see him with your own eyes you'll know how good and safe he is, and I don't think that's what you say." Angers smiled and clapped his hands.
There was a squeaking sound from the door to the room, and the door was opened.
Wearing a black executive department trench coat, a winter school uniform of Kassel College, and two white scarves hanging around his neck, the 17-year-old boy appeared in the sight of the Supreme Presbyterian Council of the European Secret Party in a completely natural manner. The pale black pupils swept across the faces of each secret party, with the pale gold of candlelight and scorching figures swaying inside.
Maybe it was an illusion, but the moment everyone looked at him, they felt like "he remembers me."
"So cool!" The girl couldn't help but say it when she met the boy's eyes.
In her eyes, the boy's cold yet childish face reminded her of Tolfino in early winter outside. The first thing she saw was a frozen black lake. When the other person's eyes fell on her face, , there was a surge of life like a bird on the lake, and a fresh and slightly cold breath flowed into the closed room from his back with the smell of wind and snow, brushing the hair around her ears.
If this was a chance encounter on the street, then she would most likely fall in love with this boy, ask him to sit down, drink a cup of warm coffee against the snow-colored sky, and watch the snowflakes in the bitter but sweet coffee liquid Melt quietly.
"Miss, be reserved." The housekeeper behind her reminded her in a low voice, reaching out his hands to gently press on her shoulders, which were aroused by the cold and faintly strong gaze.
The weight on her shoulders instantly took away the fantasy that was passing through the girl's mind, reminding her of the identity and attitude she currently represented. The 16-year-old girl's throbbing heart was instantly extinguished, and she immediately lowered her head and tightened her face. Gather your emotions, raise your head and look straight ahead.
The middle-aged man in the school board smiled and nodded to the boy at the door, but found that the other person's eyes passed directly over him, which made him a little frustrated, as if he didn't leave a good impression on the other person? The other two oldest school directors leaned back slightly to avoid the candlelight in front of them, hid half of their faces in the darkness, and quietly peered at the boy with their eyes. Director Lisa greeted him with a smile, and he just nodded gently in response.
And Frost, the boy never looked at Frost.
Frost stared at the boy, closed his eyes and exhaled slightly, with an inexplicable irritability and silence on his face. This expression was particularly clear to those who were familiar with him. Especially Angers, every time Frost saw Angers This expression always appears on your face when you are hot.
At the other end of the long table, Angers suddenly let out a short but extremely harsh laugh. The emotion in the laughter blew the flames of the candlelight toward the roof, and at the same time awakened everyone with different attitudes. The school director, gently reminding them if they have made a mistake?
Is the scene happening right now an 'S'-level student meeting the Secret Party Elders' Council, or is an 'S'-level student inspecting the Elders' Council?
A very interesting idea appeared in the minds of every school director. When they looked at the boy again, the sense of mystery they had always maintained in front of the whole world was a little unbearable.
If I remember correctly, this is the first time that a student from Cassel College has set foot in the supreme meeting of the school board. Anyone sitting in this room can change the situation of the world with a single move. They were supposed to use He looked at the fish on the chopping board to dissect the other person, but the high and low positions were reversed the moment the door was pushed open.
The boy who walked in did not come with any loyalty or respect. After opening the door, the first thing he did was to look at everyone in the room, as if he was inspecting his subjects.
No matter where a person in a high position appears, he will always stand in a suitable position in the crowd's field of vision. The more solemn and noble he is, and the higher he stands, the more people will respect him. If he makes eye contact with you, Those who admire him will feel honored, while those who slander him will feel fear and avoid him.
This is the innate repressive power of blood.
He arrived at the meeting as promised, and then, like an emperor, prepared to step into the throne of the hall.
The school directors woke up almost instantly and put on a cold expression again. Everyone quietly tensed up. Their hands were gently clasped together and the fingers with clear joints were intertwined. The atmosphere became tense again and again. The pressure was so intense that it felt like taking air out of a mire, and all that filled the lungs was thick mud.
There is no doubt that they feel pressured by blood, but where does this feeling come from? The boy didn't even light up his golden eyes, but let the bone-deep shock and fear fill the entire room like candlelight, making them respect and retreat.
This was an impermissible offense, and everyone showed varying degrees of resistance, as if their majesty was offended, but there was no way for this anger to arise, because the other party didn't even do anything and just glanced at them.
People who feel offended and insulted by sight often have low self-esteem and weakness in their hearts. Is the first intention conveyed by this boy stepping into this door to make all school directors fear him?
He stepped into the room and walked up to the high table. Every time he took a step, Angers at the other end of the long table said something:
"North-South Memorial Hospital, Class A dangerous hybrid."
A photo was gently thrown onto the table, showing a long corridor that was devastated after an earthquake, with blood-red flowers blooming in the dust at the end.
"Tokyo, Japan."
The second photo was gently slid out shortly after. It was an overhead photo of Genji Heavy Industries. The glass on dozens of floors was shattered, and thick black smoke and fire were pouring out from the inside out.
"Chicago Seaport."
In the third photo, an eternal poem is written in Chinese on the sealed coffin, and the water droplets on the blood-red coffin flow with ominousness and crisis.
“The Somali Sea, Indochina, the Wuni Opera House and the small town of Carmel.”
One photo after another was scratched onto the table and crookedly gathered together. There were nearly ten photos in total. Each photo represented a past event where crises and disasters coexisted. Whatever happened was left to the situation in the photo. If it develops to the worst, it will affect the order and security of the world.
"A total of 8 'A' level missions and one 'S' level mission."
Angers stopped flicking photos, sat in front of the white screen and took out the cigar from his mouth with his right hand. The two fingers holding the cigar gently tapped the pile of photos on the table in the white smoke, "One In less than 10 years, a person, a freshman, an 'S'-level hybrid." A satisfied and slightly proud smile appeared on his face, "As you wish, this student is now standing In front of you."
At the end of the long table, the boy sat down.
The sound of sitting down was not loud, but there was a buzzing sound in everyone's ears, as if something heavy and huge fell, like a log hitting a huge bronze bell. The two rows of candlesticks in front of the school directors shone a faint light on him from far to near. Those lights gathered together and cast his shadow on the entire wall behind him.
At first glance, the shadow was black and swaying, huge and majestic, almost filling almost half of the room.
"Hello, fellow school directors." After a long silence, Lin Nian, who was sitting on the chair, raised his head, leaned back in front of the chair, glanced at everyone again, and said softly, "I heard that you want to see me. ?”
PS: 1/5. I watched a movie and took a nap for an hour to adjust myself.