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Just because Lumian was on fire, it didn't mean he would lose his composure, so he put on a disguise, entered the Congressman's office, found the "spitting" guy, and burned him to death on the spot.
This is actually not an outrageous plan, but in the absence of sufficient information, the risk is likely to turn into suicide.
First of all, he doesn't know how many evil **** believers there are in the congressman's office, and what their strength is;
Secondly, he didn't know that the eighth game or the two churches were Yuge. How many protectors Artois provided and what abilities they had;
Thirdly, he has not yet grasped the specific location and basic situation of the target, even if he successfully infiltrated into the Congressman's office, he may not be able to find him;
In the end, before he figured out how to get in, he evacuated smoothly.
Of course, Lumian did not deny that the chaotic situation brought about by the Goodwell chemical factory explosion was very beneficial to his infiltration.
His temporary plan is to be a patient "hunter", wait for the target to come out, follow him quietly, initially confirm his situation, and then look for opportunities to strike.
Judging from Yuge and Artois's status in the campaign team, his Sequence level would not be too high, and he would definitely not possess divinity. Even if he was a Middle Sequence, he would be at most a Sequence 7.
If Lumian makes a mistake in his judgment and the target reaches Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5, he will not be too afraid. He believes that Mr. K must be very interested in hunting down followers of evil gods!
Huh... Lumian exhaled slowly, and continued to look at the brightly lit khaki four-story building, collecting useful information for the follow-up actions.
As time went by, scavengers in their late fifties came with linen sacks and rummaged through the **** pile on the side of the house.
This made Lumian sigh a little suddenly, and the fire in his heart burned even more violently.
In Trier, people don’t just pick up waste if they want to. Every waste picker has an employer. They are divided into two categories: full-time and temporary. They have a fixed waste collection area and cannot cross the boundary. Otherwise, various conflicts will break out and they will be beaten. And so on, so Ruhr and Michel prayed to Huge. Artois holds a dinner every day instead of waiting in the streets where there are dinners every day. Those places do not belong to them and are occupied by other scavengers.
The difference between full-time and temporary is that full-time scavengers receive a monthly salary from their employers, and all the garbage they pick up belongs to the employer. Of course, if they really pick up valuable items or things that can be consumed easily, the scavengers will often choose according to the situation. Deciding whether to hand it in or keep it for yourself, the temporary ones are Ruhr and Michelle and his wife. They don't have a fixed salary, they rummage through the garbage in the morning and evening, and send all the things they get to the designated garbage disposal site, That's often run by their employer.
It is precisely because of this that the homeless people on the street rummage through the garbage dumps for food and clothing at most, and in most cases they cannot exchange for money by picking up waste.
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The location of familiar faces: Congressman Hugh 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, next door to him;
The man in his thirties who wears gold-rimmed glasses and always holds manuscripts in the campaign team is on the other side of the second floor, and the unhealthy young man is located at the two ends of the corridor. He seems to like to be lazy, and every half an hour I would go to the balcony to smoke for a while, take a look at the scenery, and showed a lack of concern and enthusiasm for the aftermath of the Goodwell Chemical Plant explosion;
A tall, muscular middle-aged man is in the middle office on the third floor;
The delicate and gentle young woman wearing glasses, a white shirt and a small dark blue coat is on the fourth floor, located in Huge. Directly below Artois, they were on the same side as the man with the gold-rimmed spectacles, at a distance from the unhealthy young man, who seemed less fond of being near him. The rooms on the side appear to belong to group offices, each with several employees.
This means that the probability of them having a certain status or extraordinary ability is so low that it can be ignored.
Other evil **** believers don't like to cough all the time, the guy who likes to spit, and he is far away from him when he chooses an office? They also believe that the congressman's office is closely guarded, and that one has extraordinary abilities and is unlikely to be attacked? That's right, if you really want to attack the councilor's office, the target must be Yuge. Artois, not someone under him, is the only way to take the risk... Lumian thought about it for a while, and suddenly felt that this might be an opportunity.
The question now is how he can infiltrate the MP's office without being noticed.
Without Franke's cooperation, his golden-black hair color is a very distinctive feature.
After thinking for a while, Lumian had a plan.
He left across from the MP's office and returned to the safe house on Whitecoat Street.
Immediately afterwards, he set up the altar and prayed to that great existence, asking her to give him shelter.
He believes that since the angel's embrace can help him avoid the scrutiny of the gods, it must also bring enough anti-divination effects!
After finishing this matter, Lumian put his hand on top of his head.
His blond and black hair was instantly ignited like dead grass, and with the light of fire, it fell in clumps.
Soon, only a few hair roots remained on Lumian's head.
He put on the dark blue peaked cap again, and used the "peeping glasses" to disguise his face to a certain extent, then left White Coat Street, turned to the part of Market Avenue near the Candide Market, and found a house that was not too cheap Clothing store.
The two clerks, a man and a woman, were a little surprised when they saw people dressed like homeless men coming in, and they didn't know whether to stop them.
Lumian explained in a panic: "I met a perverted robber who stole my clothes and pants. I had to buy a set from a homeless person nearby."
Hearing this explanation, the female clerk almost laughed out loud.
They have seen a lot of similar things. They know that the people who make such excuses are often having an affair with a certain lady. When her husband comes back, they have to run away naked with a wallet, and then find a homeless man to make up some clothes .
If someone confidently says that his current situation is caused by an affair, then he has a high probability that he has really met a perverted robber.
Lumian finally bought a set of formal clothes that looked good but were actually more ordinary, including shirts, coats, bow ties, etc., and dark canes. In addition, he also picked out a brown wig and a fake beard of the same color.
This cost him a total of 78 Filkin.
After hiding his whereabouts and returning to the safe house on White Coat Street, Lumian took off the previous disguise first, then put on the "peeping glasses" again, and put on makeup for himself according to the appearance in memory.
His goal was to lean towards the aging direction, and after a while, he looked more and more like a middle-aged man in the mirror, with a brown fake beard glued on around his mouth and chin.
Lumian becomes Bono.
Goodwell, owner of the Goodwell Chemical Plant.
Although there are only four or five parts, people who know Bono and Goodwell will unconsciously regard him as the other party as long as they don't recall and distinguish carefully.
Lumian is going to sneak into the congressman's office in this capacity!
Before officially starting the operation, he went underground and hid the original homeless clothes in a quarry cavity.
After exiting Trier Underground, Lumian hurriedly walked to the khaki four-story building of the Congressman's office with a walking stick.
"The preferential service you have obtained is available for use." Please be sure to click on the event rules to observe briefly. After confirming that the images in each room have not changed much, he lowered his head, half covered his face, and approached The gate of the house.
"Who are you looking for?" A gun-toting guard in a dark blue uniform stopped him.
Lumian raised his head, put down his palms, and said anxiously, "I'm looking for a representative."
One of the guards saw the visitor's face clearly with the help of the gas lamps on the street, and subconsciously said, "Mr. Goodwell, why are you here again..."
He immediately shut his mouth, knowing that the gentleman who suffered an explosion in the factory had too many problems to solve tonight, and too many troubles to ask for help.
The two guards stopped asking, and let Lumian go in.
The hall on the first floor was full of people, even though it was dark, it was still quite lively. There were reporters, officials, representatives of charitable organizations, civilians from the hospital to report the situation, and different staff responsible for receiving them.
Lumian maintained the state of not wanting to be seen, lowered his head, covered his face halfway, walked directly to the stairs, passed the interception of two armed guards in the same way, and went up to the second floor.
He distinguished the direction, passed the two staff members who came out of the room, and came to the office of the unhealthy young man.
Lumian maintained the state of not wanting to be seen, lowered his head, covered his face halfway, walked directly to the stairs, passed the interception of two armed guards in the same way, and went up to the second floor.
He distinguished the direction, passed the two staff members who came out of the room, and came to the office of the unhealthy young man.
There is an aluminum-white nameplate inlaid on the vermilion door, with several golden Intis words written on it: "Assistant Secretary, Tybalt Jacques."
Tybalt... Lumian smiled, put on his gloves, and tapped on the door.