Hmm? This voice?

The sad news department members present were all stunned.

They seemed to have heard Minister Fingel's voice just now. Could it be that they were hallucinating because they were too sad?

Until the train compartment door slid open, and a "mummy" covered in bandages walked out shakily.

The mummy also wears a KFC hood on its head, adding an air of mystery.

However, the two holes that were punched out of the KFC hood were just enough to see the mummy’s eyebrows, her lewd eyes and temperament, as well as the voice the other party made not long ago.

Although his face could not be seen, the members of the press department present recognized him immediately.

That's the Minister of Information, Fingel, whom they long for!

The members could no longer suppress the excitement in their hearts, and they all pushed through the crowd and rushed toward each other.

"Minister! It's great that you're not dead!"

"Yes, Minister, you frightened us. We were afraid that you would leave us without even saying hello."

…

The members rushed forward eagerly and immediately helped up the trembling Fingel, not daring to neglect him in the slightest, for fear that the other person would have a flashback or something.

This is definitely a concern that comes from the bottom of my heart.

Fingel was their minister, and he left the college in order to strengthen the declining news department. Now he returned, but met with such a miserable end. As subordinates, how could they not be touched by this?

Of course, the more important thing is that Fingel still owes them money.

What should they do if the other party dies?

After all, not all students in Kassel come from the heirs of big families. Many of them come from ordinary families, and they are not as generous in life as the heirs of big families, such as driving supercars and spending a lot of money.

Many students lent money to Fingel, and many of them came from their own scholarships.

"Minister, what kind of accident happened to you? How could you be so seriously injured?"

A member asked with concern.

I even turned on the recorder subconsciously.

Seeing this, the other members quickly turned on their own recorders, and the sensible ones even raised their cameras to prepare for recording.

This is the keen sense of smell of being an elite paparazzi. Now that the academy's exclusive train has been severely damaged, and the people on the train have been injured, it is definitely unprecedented big news, so they naturally have to get first-hand information.

"this……"

Fingel not only looked at the extremely damaged car body with trepidation, "Actually, it was just a little accident."

Of course he couldn't say that it was Lu Mingfei's words that caused it.

"Little accident? Minister, are you serious?"

The surrounding members all looked disbelieving.

"Minister, is it caused by the S-class, or is there some accident in the S-class?"

The member of the press department who was the first to turn on the recorder asked sharply again.

This guy is the Deputy Minister of Information. Apart from Fingel, this guy is the worst guy in the Department of Information.

As soon as these words came out, everyone else suddenly became very interested, and their eyes were so bright that they were comparable to 24K titanium alloy dog ​​eyes.

Nowadays, S-class can be said to be affecting the nerves of the entire academy. Even if today is the day of freedom, many students have no intention of watching the battle. Instead, they came here early to wait for the train to arrive, intending to witness the legendary S-class with their own eyes.

Even some students who participated in the battle for freedom were a little absent-minded compared to usual. It felt like they were clearly preparing to concentrate on their work, but there was a stunning beauty walking beside them, the kind of high-heeled shoes that made them step on the floor tiles.

The extremely rhythmic clicking sound really makes people want to stop, and always makes people turn their heads to look at it.

There is no way, S-class is like a thirsty old man meeting a once-in-a-century beauty, firmly attracting their attention.

Now when they heard the Deputy Minister of Information's inquiry, they couldn't be more excited.

"Good guy, it's all on me."

Seeing the eager and excited eyes of the members of the news department around him, Fingel couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, thinking that this time he finally realized the power of the paparazzi.

And there were a bunch of paparazzi around.

However, as the head of the Information Department, Fingel will naturally not be compared with these guys. In terms of ethics and practice, these guys are still shallow.

"Actually...ahem."

Just when Fingel was about to speak, he suddenly covered his chest with his hands, a look of extreme pain on his brows.

"Minister, what's wrong with you? Don't scare us?"

This can greatly stimulate the surrounding members.

One by one, they quickly asked with concern.

"In order to strengthen the Information Department, I will go through fire and water, even if I am mortally wounded, there is nothing I can do."

Fingel covered his chest with his hands and said in a difficult tone.

But his expression was very spot on. From the hood of the KFC packaging bag, a cold light burst out from his always wretched eyes, which made people feel that as long as he could complete the lofty mission in his heart, he would not be afraid even if he was shattered to pieces.

"minister!"

The surrounding members of the news department were so moved that they completely forgot to ask about the accident on the train.

They were deeply touched.

Although they did not know the specific circumstances of Minister Fingel's accident on the train, seeing the tragic end of the train, everyone could guess that it had encountered some kind of unforeseen or even near-destructive disaster. But even so,

Fingel still had an unyielding and determined expression, as if he wanted to fight the evil forces to the end.

For a time, Fingel, who had always been a wretched and cowardly guy, established an image of a tough man in the minds of members of the news department.

"Everyone remember, even if I die, I will die on the road to strengthening the Department of Information. And I believe that you can inherit my legacy and carry forward the Department of Information in the future, right, my brothers... cough

Ahem!”

When Fingel got excited, he couldn't suppress his injuries and started coughing violently.

He even coughed up blood.

"I'll go, isn't this nonsense? He's already fatally injured, why are you so brave, minister? Send him to the academy for medical treatment!"

The deputy minister quickly waved his hand and said.

"Yes, yes, hurry up!"

The members did not dare to neglect, and quickly carried Fingel out in a hurry.

"Young men, what are you thinking about fighting with me!"

Fingel took a sneak peek and saw that this trick really worked.

When he was on the CC1000 train, Toyama Masashi had repeatedly told him not to tell anyone about Lu Mingfei's mysterious black flame spirit on the train, otherwise he would bear the consequences.

As the head of the executive department of the college, Schneider, this man who has always been cruel and ruthless, did not speak, but when those cold dragon-like eyes stared at him, the power conveyed in his eyes was simply stronger than anything else.

All warnings are valid.

Say, finish, understand?

Fingel understood the meaning on the spot.

Moreover, he also has a mission, so even if he is killed, he will not be able to tell the Ministry of Information about what happened on the train.

Masashi Toyama, who was pushing a wheelchair out by himself, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he saw Fingel's scene.

He has never seen such a shameless person.

Over the years he has been working as a psychological counselor, among the students he has faced in terms of thickness of face, Fingel ranks second. Absolutely no one dares to count him first. This guy is not only rough-skinned but thick-skinned, he is also thick-skinned.

It's even thicker.

However, Toyama Masashi did not expose this guy, because according to the facts, Fingel was indeed the first to be hit by Lu Mingfei's terrifying Black Flame Word Spirit. Although he was only briefly rubbed, the terrifying power of the Word Spirit,

Even being rubbed can have very serious consequences.

Since Fingel can still enjoy his misery, he certainly won't expose the opponent's little tricks.

Looking at Fingel being carried away with his arms spread out.

For a moment, Toyama Masashi even felt some sympathy for the child, which was so sad.

"Teacher Masashi Toyama, what exactly happened to you on the train? Were you attacked by terrorists?"

Other students also gathered around.

They had a look of surprise on their faces. Now that they were looking at the severely burned and distorted train at close range, they felt even more horrified.

It was like a black python whose body had been forcibly broken, section by section. Especially the middle section, which was almost cut in half.

What kind of power can destroy this exclusive train of the academy so tragically? After all, this train was built by the people from the equipment department. It is said that it is made of an alloy tungsten steel with a hardness comparable to diamonds. Even if it is heavy-duty,

Continuous bombardment by rocket launchers cannot penetrate it.

But now this train is on the verge of falling apart.
To be continued...