If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

At the Chicago Airport, Lin Nian stood under the giant black monster and looked up at the majestic figure. Mandy and Isshin Miyamoto, who were also carrying their suitcases, were stunned because they recognized this giant monster.

Gulfstream G550 is the leader among private jets. If the regular version is the world's top long-range business jet, then what they are facing now must be a limited edition monster that is unique in the world, because this Gulfstream jet is a modified version of the equipment department. This is the principal's special plane. The two larger turbines and various modified accessories that even experts can't understand bring this pure black private jet to its peak.

"'Sleibnir', the principal is willing to lend us his special plane for transportation. Maybe only the 'S' class in the academy has this honor?" Miyamoto took off his sunglasses and glanced at Lin beside him. Year.

"The principal also has a private plane? Are all educators today so rich?" Lin Nian looked at the lowered boarding stairs with emotion.

"It is not the principal who is rich, but the school board who is rich. The principal's annual expenses will be reported directly to the school board. As the leader of Cassel College, the school board has the obligation to bear all his expenses." Miyamoto said .

"Eating public pay!" Lin Nian understood.

"I remember that the last flight of this plane was from Chicago to Melbourne, and then the principal posted a photo of him in the Attica restaurant on the Night Watch forum. The chef there worked hard to put together a cold dish to resemble the principal's side. Face, the caption of the principal's picture jokingly called that dish 'gentian'." Mandy swiped her phone and found a post in the forum. The poster's ID was 'Cambridge Jackknife', followed by With over 5,000 comments, it is one of the few big posts in the forum.

"Won't the principal be fired by the school board of directors for playing so carefree?" Lin Nian glanced at the photos on his phone and felt that the chef's skill was on par with the chef in his hometown who carved a sleeping Buddha from radish.

"It's an honest consumption, and there's nothing hidden. It's not obvious that the principal is deducting our food expenses when he's so playful. Every year's bill clearly lists everything he does. The school director Would you dare not to pay the bill?" Mandy said.

"Unless they can find a second Hilbert Jean Angers to take charge of the overall situation." Isshin Miyamoto said: "But it is a pity that they have not been able to find one in recent years, so we can look forward to this year's Night Watch Forum The principal’s bills were posted there, and someone made a bet on whether the principal’s spending on entertainment and entertainment throughout the year could exceed one million US dollars.”

"I won't ask who opened the order." Lin Nian sighed. He walked towards the boarding stairs, where stood a female commissioner wearing black clothes with the logo of the Executive Department.

When Lin Nian approached, the female commissioner looked him up and down and took out a pad: "Commissioner Richard?"

"There may be some misunderstanding in the Information Department. Richard is just a pseudonym I used on my last mission. You can call me Lin Nian." Lin Nian took the pad. He discovered this as early as this morning when he received Norma's text message. Mistakes.

"If you have any objections, you can report them to the Ministry of Information. We will only follow the instructions for contact work." The female commissioner nodded and looked at Miyamoto Isshin and Mandy behind Lin Nian: "The commissioners who are troublesome for this mission are all on their pads. The signature here indicates that you agree to the relevant agreement and accept this mission.”

"Agreement?" Lin Nian casually signed on the pad.

"According to the agreement on repatriation of remains, if something happens to the commissioner who is performing a mission in a foreign country, according to the agreement, the execution department is obliged to retrieve the body and return it to the address left by the commissioner in advance for burial." Isshin Miyamoto took the pad and wrote it down. name.

"Where was the address I filled in first?" Lin Nian didn't remember that he had written these things. When he entered Kassel College, he went through a lot of messy procedures, and even if he did, he couldn't remember them clearly.

"Probably your hometown, which is China." Miyamoto handed the pad to Mandy.

"The body is wrapped in horse leather and has its ears buried. The execution department is quite humane, but if something happens to me, there is no need to send my body back to the motherland. It can just be given to my sister." Lin Nian nodded.

"Junior brother, you look so calm." Mandy was probably the only one who signed the pad fearfully. She had participated in field missions several times, but they were all in a soy sauce role. This time, she was officially wearing the pad. He became a specialist in the execution department.

"My sister didn't even cry and yell that she didn't want me to leave, so why should I be afraid? If she trusts me, I can trust myself too." Lin Nian took another brown paper bag from the female commissioner and raised his head. Glancing at the other party, the other party just nodded slightly and said nothing.

Lin Nian took the brown paper bag and got on the plane with the suitcase. Mandy muttered, signed and handed back the pad and followed. Only Miyamoto took one more look at the brown paper bag in Lin Nian's hand. I didn't know what was going on in my mind, so I boarded the plane at the end of the team without saying a word.

After getting on the plane, the interior of the Gulfstream was wider than expected. Lin Nian had flown twice in his life, once from the coastal city to Kassel College, once now, and the last time he flew with United Airlines The first-class cabin experience is pretty good, the seats are spacious, and the quality of the passengers is quite high. However, compared to the Gulfstream this time, United Airlines’ first-class cabin pales in comparison. Compared to the aircraft interior, this place is simply a small living room, with sofas, The coffee table has everything you need, and the floor is covered with high-end wool mats that won't make any sound when stepped on.

Isshin Miyamoto put his suitcase next to the coffee table and found a seat to sit down. Lin Nian sat on the seat opposite Miyamoto Isshin. As soon as he sat down, he noticed something was wrong because this picture was too comfortable. There is actually a seat belt on the sofa chair? What kind of interior designer would make such a design that disappoints the scenery?

Unless it's necessary?

Lin Nian was keenly aware that something was wrong. There was something wrong with this private plane. Out of caution, he honestly fastened his seat belt. Then he looked up and saw that Miyamoto Isshin opposite was also fastening his seat belt. He looked at He glanced at Lin Nian and then at Mandy, who was humming happily and getting ready to find something to drink in the refrigerator in the corner, and smiled lightly, as if she had foreseen what would happen next.

"Senior sister, I suggest you sit down." Before Lin Nian could finish his words, a strong push on his back suppressed his next words. "Sleipnir" took off, and he understood at this moment. This explains why this plane has such a violent name. Of course, Odin's throne is not named for comfort. The eight-legged Pegasus riding on the fire has always been named for its lightning-like swiftness and sky-fire-like fury.

The only person standing in the plane, Mandy, who was holding a glass of orange juice, fell directly to the ground. The orange juice flew and poured on Isshin Miyamoto, who was sitting in the seat. At the same time, Lin Nian, who was sitting opposite, could clearly see this rigorous figure. The faces of the Japanese were filled with confusion and disbelief. Even though Rao, the head of the kendo department, could avoid the bamboo sword at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, he could not escape the end of being splashed with orange juice on his face - his foresight allowed him to escape when he got on the plane. Just put on the seat belt.

The roaring noise filled my ears. This was not the Gulf Stream. This was simply a supersonic aircraft! This kind of eardrum-ripping sound, even if it is weakened by the cabin, is still disturbing the human brain.

Mandy got up from the woolen blanket in a daze, looked at the empty cup in her hand, and then looked at Isshin Miyamoto with an orange face, and her heart skipped a beat.

"I know you didn't mean it." Miyamoto said calmly: "My fault, I didn't warn you in advance that there was a problem with the starting speed of this plane. I had to go to the toilet."

"." Mandy watched with a stiff face as Miyamoto unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up to leave. She sat tremblingly on the sofa next to Lin Nian and began to doubt her life.

Lin Nian didn't know what to say. Maybe as the captain of the team, he should take the initiative to reconcile the relationship between the team members? But he was never the type to do this kind of thing, so he could only smile bitterly and turn his attention to the brown paper bag in his hand. This information was given to her by the commissioner before boarding the plane. There was no further explanation. It should be a further detailed explanation of the task or something.

Opening the brown paper bag around the knot, Lin Nian took out the documents inside, but after just one glance, he immediately stuffed the documents back with a strange expression on his face. He glanced at Mandy beside him and found that the other party was still there. In his fear, he didn't notice anything strange on his side.

"I want to go to the toilet too." Lin Nian unbuckled his seat belt and stood up to leave. He walked to another empty toilet cubicle and locked the door.

Sitting on the toilet, he pulled out the documents from the brown paper bag again. The first thing that caught his eye on the white paper was a red watermark that filled the entire field of vision.

——"S-class top secret".