Chapter 245: Visiting (Asking for base monthly votes)

Lu Mi had fire in his heart, but that didn't mean his mind would lose its calm, directly doing a disguise, entering the MP's office, finding that guy who "spits everywhere," and burning him to death on the spot.

This actually couldn't be considered too outrageous a plan, but under the premise of lacking sufficient intelligence, taking risks could very likely turn into suicide.

First, he didn't know how many evil god believers were in the MP's office and what their strength was;

Second, he didn't know how many protectors the Eighth Bureau or the two major churches had provided for Hugues Artois and what kind of abilities they possessed;

Third, he hadn't mastered the target's specific location and basic situation. Even if he successfully mixed into the MP's office, he might not necessarily find the other party;

Finally, he hadn't figured out how to mix in and then successfully withdraw.

Of course, Lu Mi didn't deny that the chaotic situation brought about by the Goodwill Chemical Plant explosion was very favorable for his own infiltration.

His temporary plan was to be a patient "Hunter," waiting for the target to come out, quietly following him, initially confirming his situation, and then looking for an opportunity to take action.

Judging from his status in Hugues Artois's campaign team, his sequence level wouldn't be too high, inevitably not possessing divinity. Even if he were a mid-sequence, he would be at most Sequence 7.

If Lu Mi's judgment was wrong and the target reached Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5, he wouldn't be too afraid. He believed that Mr. K would definitely be very interested in hunting evil god believers!

Hu... Lu Mi slowly exhaled, continuing to gaze at the brightly lit earth-yellow four-story building, collecting useful intelligence for subsequent actions.

As time passed, a scavenger near fifty years old carrying a flaxen sack came over, rummaging through the trash heap located on the side of the house.

This made Lu Mi suddenly feel a bit emotional, and the fire in his heart burned more fiercely.

—In Trier, people couldn't scavenge just because they wanted to. Every scavenger had an employer. They were divided into full-time and temporary categories, had fixed scavenging areas, and couldn't cross boundaries, otherwise, various conflicts would break out, encountering situations like being surrounded and beaten. Therefore, the Ruel and Michel couples prayed for Hugues Artois to hold a banquet once a day, instead of going to the streets that had banquets every day to wait. Those places didn't belong to them and were occupied by other scavengers.

The difference between full-time and temporary is that full-time scavengers receive a monthly salary from their employer, and the trash they scavenge belongs to the employer. Of course, if they really picked up valuable items or things that could be consumed easily, scavengers would often decide whether to hand them over or keep them for themselves. Temporary ones are like the Ruel and Michel couples, who have no fixed salary, rummaging through trash in the early morning and evening, sending everything they obtained to the designated trash processing plant, which was often opened by their employer.

It is precisely because of this that the homeless people on the street at most rummage through the trash heap for food and clothing. In the vast majority of cases, they have no way to exchange scavenging for money.

Lu Mi waited until 9 o'clock in the evening, when the number of guests visiting the MP's office had decreased a bit. On the balconies of different rooms, people came out one after another to smoke and rest.

Before long, Lu Mi's pupils dilated bit by bit, reflecting a figure:

That was a figure standing on the balcony of the room on the edge of the second floor. He was thin, his complexion was pale, his dark-yellow hair was curled, and his brownish eyes were looking at the gas streetlight below.

He was wearing a blue shirt, a black vest, and dark formal wear, wearing a bow tie, holding a cigarette with curling blue smoke in his hand, occasionally taking a puff. It was exactly the guy who spat everywhere that Lu Mi saw in Franca's "Magic Mirror Divination."

Cough cough cough! The unhealthy young man coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough his lungs out of his body.

By the end of the coughing, he had another mouthful of thick phlegm, making a rattling sound in his throat.

He took out a handkerchief, spat the thick phlegm into it, then wrapped it up and put it into his pocket, not throwing it away casually.

Sure enough, he knows his phlegm can spread mystical diseases... Lu Mi's eyes narrowed slightly.

Because quite a few people came to the balcony of their own rooms for a short rest, Lu Mi quickly confirmed the positions of the familiar faces:

Hugues Artois, the MP of the Market District, was in the room on the edge of the top floor with the largest balcony;

The red-haired lady was on the same floor, right next to him;

The thirty-something man in the campaign team who always held a manuscript and wore gold-rimmed glasses was on the other side of the second floor, separated from the unhealthy young man at the two ends of the corridor. He seemed to like being lazy very much, coming to the balcony to smoke every half hour, looking at the scenery, presenting an attitude of not being concerned enough and lacking enthusiasm for the aftermath of the Goodwill Chemical Plant explosion;

The tall, sturdy, and burly middle-aged man was in the office in the middle of the third floor;

The delicate, scholarly young woman wearing glasses, wearing a white shirt and a dark-blue small jacket, was on the fourth floor, located directly below Hugues Artois. They and the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses were on the same side, separated quite far from the unhealthy young man, seeming not to like being near him.

Lu Mi observed carefully for a while and discovered that the several rooms next to that guy who spat everywhere seemed to belong to a collective office, each having several employees.

This means the probability of them having a certain status or possessing Beyonder abilities is low to the point of being negligible.

Other evil god believers also don't like to cough all the time, and that guy who loves to spit chose an office very far from him? They also believe that the MP's office is under strict protection, and that person also has Beyonder abilities, so it's unlikely to suffer an attack? Also, if one really wants to attack the MP's office, the target would definitely choose Hugues Artois, not one of his subordinates. Only then would it be worth the risk... Lu Mi pondered for a while and suddenly felt that this might be an opportunity.

The problem now is how he should mix into the MP's office without attracting attention.

Without Franca's cooperation, his golden-with-black hair color is a very distinct feature.

After pondering for a while, Lu Mi had a plan.

He left the opposite side of the MP's office and returned to that safe house on White Coat Street.

Immediately following, he set up an altar and prayed to that great existence, asking for protection for himself.

He believed that since the Angel's Embrace could help him avoid the scrutiny of gods, it could definitely also bring sufficient anti-divination effects!

Just like before, he was shocked again by the glorious, sacred, and majestic radiance of the Angel, seeing layers upon layers of light wings wrapping around himself in an indescribable emotion.

After completing this matter, Lu Mi pressed his hand to the top of his head.

His golden-with-black hair suddenly felt like withered grass being ignited, carrying firelight, falling off in clumps.

Soon, only a few hair roots remained on Lu Mi's head.

He put on the dark-blue duckbill cap again, used the "Eye of Mystery" to make a certain disguise for his face, then left White Coat Street, turned into the part of Market Avenue near the Honest Market, and found a clothing store that wasn't too cheap.

A male and a female shop assistant saw a person dressed like a homeless person come in and were both a bit surprised, not knowing whether to stop him.

Lu Mi explained slightly flustered:

"I encountered a perverted robber who snatched my clothes and trousers. I could only find a homeless person nearby to buy a set."

Hearing this explanation, the female shop assistant almost laughed out loud.

They saw quite a few similar things and knew that people who found this kind of excuse were often those who were having an affair with some lady when they encountered her husband returning, having to escape naked with their wallet, and afterward finding a homeless person to temporarily piece together some clothes.

If someone said righteously that their current situation was caused by an affair, then they had probably truly encountered a perverted robber.

Lu Mi finally bought a formal suit that looked quite good but was actually relatively ordinary, which included a shirt, jacket, bow tie, etc., and a dark cane. In addition, he also picked out a brown wig and a fake beard of the same color.

This cost him a total of 78 ferkins.

After returning to that safe house on White Coat Street while hiding his tracks, Lu Mi first removed the previous disguise, then put on the "Eye of Mystery" again, and according to the appearance in his memory, began to apply makeup to himself.

His goal was to lean toward the direction of aging. Before long, he in the mirror looked more and more like a middle-aged or elderly man, with a brown fake beard stuck to his mouth and chin.

Lu Mi had become Bono Goodwill, the owner of the Goodwill Chemical Plant.

Although it was only four or five parts similar, people who knew Bono Goodwill, as long as they didn't carefully recall and distinguish, would unconsciously regard him as the other party when seeing him.

Lu Mi wanted to use this identity to mix into the MP's office!

Before officially starting the action, he went to the underground, hiding the original homeless person's clothes in a quarry cavity.

After leaving the underground Trier, Lu Mi took the cane and walked hurriedly to the earth-yellow four-story building where the MP's office was located.

After observing slightly and confirming that the images shining through from each room hadn't changed much, he lowered his head, half-covering his face with his palm, and approached the main entrance of the house.

"Who are you looking for?" A gatekeeper holding a gun and wearing a dark-blue uniform stopped him.

Lu Mi raised his head, put down his palm, and said urgently:

"I'm looking for the MP."

One of the gatekeepers saw the face of the visitor with the help of the gas streetlight on the street and said subconsciously:

"Mr. Goodwill, why have you come again..."

He then closed his mouth, understanding that this gentleman whose factory encountered an explosion had too many problems to solve tonight and too many worries to seek help for.

Both gatekeepers didn't ask anymore, moved aside, and let Lu Mi enter.

The hall on the first floor was bustling with people coming and going. Even though the night was deep, it was still quite lively. There were reporters, officials, representatives of charitable organizations, clerical workers from the hospital coming to report the situation, and different staff members responsible for receiving them.

Lu Mi maintained that state of not wanting to be seen, lowering his head, half-covering his face with his palm, and walked directly toward the stairwell, passing the interception of two armed guards using the same method, and went up to the second floor.

He distinguished the direction, passed two staff members coming out of a room, and came to the office of that unhealthy young man.

On the vermilion door was embedded an aluminum-white nameplate, on which were written several golden Intis words:

"Assistant Secretary, Tibert Jacques."

Tibert... Lu Mi revealed a smile, put on gloves, and knocked lightly on the door.

PS: Asking for base monthly votes~

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