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On the train, Lu Mingfei met Professor Guderian, who had previously conducted interviews in City A.

Upon seeing them, Professor Guderian's face immediately lit up with a happy smile, and he warmly welcomed them with open arms.

"Professor Guderian was also my mentor."

Fingel looked at Guderian as he walked over and explained naturally.

"Is it a little unusual? Well, foreigners are so hospitable. When you come here, you have to do as the Romans do."

As Fingel spoke, he also opened his arms to welcome her.

Then he saw Guderian, with his arms outstretched, brush past him and give Lu Mingfei a bear hug.

"Lu Mingfei, we've finally waited for you, our S-class!"

What S-class?

Fingel looked surprised.

"Has the academy not had an S-class student for many years?"

He remembered the last time he appeared was the last time.

"Wait, who's speaking?"

Professor Guderian looked around with a puzzled expression.

"oh."

He looked as if he had just realized something.

By raising his hands and jumping upwards, Fingel knew that his mentor still cared about him.

After all, he was Guderian's top disciple (because he was the only one)!

"Welcome to Kassel College, Su!"

Professor Guderian extended his hand to Su Xiaoqiang, who was standing to the side.

"I'm surprised you're here, but you should know that you're different from the others. You'll need to get off the bus a little earlier."

Su Xiaoqiang clasped her hands and nodded. These were mentioned in the emails sent to her by the college secretary, "Norma."

"Please have a seat."

Guderian said.

A moment later, he brought three drinks and placed one in front of Fingel, who was looking on expectantly.

The train gradually started moving, but Guderian did not sit down comfortably. His plump body kept sitting and squatting in the seat, looking around.

"Where's Lin Zhiying? Didn't he come with you?"

"no."

Su Xiaoqiang answered first.

Upon hearing this, Guderian's expression gradually turned serious, and he said:

"Excuse me, I need to leave for a moment."

Walking into another carriage, Professor Guderian made a phone call.

"Lin Zhiying didn't come, but the entry and exit information shows that he arrived today, and some people even saw him at the train station."

"I suspect it might be because he had something to do and missed his train."

After a brief silence, a voice came from the other end of the phone: "Understood."

Lu Mingfei felt a little embarrassed when Su Xiaoqiang and Finger saw him, so he could only try to bury his head in his drink.

Wait a minute, he suddenly noticed that the scenery on both sides of the car windows was starting to rush in the opposite direction.

He looked up, rubbed his eyes, and watched the scenery outside the window change again, finally confirming his suspicions.

The train was actually moving backwards at high speed.

A hint of seriousness flashed across Fingel's face, but he quickly returned to his original expression.

He knew this was not as simple as just getting the train back on track.

Each line has different trains, and when a train reverses, it means that all the surrounding trains must give way to it.

As he had predicted, at the same time, the same message was forwarded to various departments of the Chicago railroad.

The text message contained only one word: "Stop."

Countless trains gradually came to a stop on the road amidst the passengers' discontent.

If trains are the blood vessels of a city, then the blood vessels of Chicago are now paralyzed, leaving only one vessel beating.

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"Are you on the bus?"

Lin Zhiying, standing in front of the homeless Black man, received a phone call from Chu Zihang.

"not yet."

Lin Zhiying stated the truth.

The Black homeless man, being very moral, didn't say anything more.

"Then I'll come pick you up."

After saying that, Chu Zihang hung up the phone and made a call to Lancelot.

"What's the fastest car in the association right now?"

As the second-in-command of the Lionheart Society, Lancelot was already used to Chu Zihang's way of speaking. After thinking for a moment, he said:

"Pagani Zonda F".

The Pagani Zonda F, an Italian supercar, can reach a top speed of 345 kilometers per hour; these figures roughly came to mind for Chu Zihang.

"Too slow."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

After a moment's hesitation, he dialed a number that was saved in his phone but had never been successfully dialed.

"Hey, Chu Zihang?!"

Caesar's voice came from the other side, and Chu Zihang remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"Is there something you need?"

Caesar continued to ask.

"I'd like to borrow your car."

Chu Zihang spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Caesar sat up straight instantly in the Norton Hall.

He checked his phone to make sure he hadn't received a scam call or a prank.

Would Chu Zihang come to borrow his car?

You know, they're going to fight to the death on "Freedom Day" tomorrow.

Was this a probing attack to gather intelligence? Caesar wondered.

"What's the reason?"

He said into the microphone.

"To pick someone up."

Chu Zihang replied.

Picking someone up?

Caesar thought for a moment before realizing that Lin Zhiying had not yet returned to school, and Chu Zihang was most likely borrowing the car to pick him up.

"no problem."

Caesar said.

Chu Zihang paused slightly upon hearing this.

"But I want to go with you. I'll drive to your building right now," Caesar said, not giving Chu Zihang a chance to refuse.

He was genuinely curious about how Lin Zhiying managed to maintain such a close relationship with his rival.

I wonder what he will think after he finds out that Lin Zhiying is his younger brother.

Caesar felt a sense of smugness at the thought that Chu Zihang was unaware of these things.

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"So what are you planning to ask?"

The Black homeless man urged him on.

For some reason, Lin Zhiying felt that he was speaking a few minutes faster.

Seeing Lin Zhiying still deep in thought, looking like he had no idea when it would end, the black homeless man sighed softly and said:

"I hope you'll remember what I said from now on."

"The large study was filled with things, all of which were obviously frequently used. A large table was covered with various books and charts, and keys were inserted into the doors of the tall glass bookcases."

"In war, soldiers in trenches under artillery fire, if they have nothing to do, they always try to find something to do, so that they can better endure the danger." (Note 1)

Lin Zhiying opened the recording function in the panel's mini program.

However, he was completely bewildered. What was all this about?

Can the Riddler get out of Chicago?

Lin Zhiying originally wanted to continue asking for more details and to get him to explain further, but when she looked up again, the black homeless man who had been huddled in the corner had suddenly disappeared.

No, I didn't really tell you to get lost.

Wasn't he disabled? How could such a grown man just disappear like that?

Lin Zhiying felt the noise getting louder and louder, almost blowing right up to her head.

No, there really seems to be something above my head.

Lin Zhiying looked up and saw a modified Hercules helicopter hovering above. The sound he had just heard was the sound of the wings rubbing against the air.

The surrounding garbage was blown up by the strong wind, and police cars appeared on the nearby roads at some point, blocking the way.

"What crime did this guy commit that warrants a helicopter?"

A white guy in the apartment across the street looked at Lin Zhiying and felt deep sympathy for his plight.

The next moment, a long wooden ladder was dropped from the helicopter; there was nowhere else to land nearby, so this was the only option.

A figure wearing goggles climbed down a wooden ladder from inside the cabin.

Before the wooden ladder had fully landed on the ground, when it was still about two or three meters high, the person jumped down from it.

It then landed very smoothly on the ground.

"Sir, do you have a permit to drive in the city?"

The commotion attracted Paul, who was inside the train station. Although he was a little embarrassed, he still forced himself to speak.

However, it was limited to questioning; he would say a few lies, and that would be enough to justify his salary.

"So we still need this kind of thing now? I didn't have this back then."

The newcomer ripped off his goggles and spoke.

He is indeed a veteran.

Lin Zhiying was qualified to say this. He looked quietly at the old man in front of him. He was Angers, the principal and key figure of Kassel College.

"I'm here to pick you up. Don't be late, Lin Zhiying."

Angers knew what he had done. Paul had gone back with a smile, and he said to himself.

No, they really came for me!

This scene reminded Lin Zhiying of a saying on the internet:

"Of course I won't try to pluck the moon from the sky; I'll make the moon come to me."

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Note 1

From *War and Peace*

I wrote a lot today without realizing it, enough to be split into three separate posts, but I'll post them all together anyway.