RBCT Chapter 44 Praise to the God of Courage and Glory!
Chapter 44 Praise to the God of Courage and Glory!
Titus and Fiona went to the South District Public School where Carl was studying.
Inside the office, Carl's homeroom teacher was a middle-aged Black man.
The teacher put down the documents in his hand, raised his eyebrows and saw Fiona next to Titus. He immediately realized who the newcomer was, and his shrewd eyes flashed as his stained glasses gleamed.
He turned his gaze back to the documents in his hands, his attitude no longer respectful.
"You've come for Karl, haven't you?"
"Didn't I tell you to bring your parents? Is Carl's father a young man?"
Titus stepped forward and introduced:
"Hello teacher, I am Titus Gallagher, his older brother. I want to know—"
"Would you like to know about Karl's recent performance?"
"As far as I know, he slammed a classmate's head between the storage room door and the floor, pulled down someone's underwear until he screamed in pain, and peed in my potted plant..."
He took out a piece of black excrement from a black bag under his desk, which was supported by a piece of cardboard, and put the 'excrement' on the table.
"Just today, he even gave me a huge poop!"
The "poop" wasn't real; it was made by sticking together paper strips and then painting it with realistic colors. The three people looked at each other in bewilderment.
Titus suppressed a laugh, thinking to himself that Karl was really capable, doing what he had wanted to do as a child but had never dared to.
Fiona took the handmade item and curiously touched the "poop tip" with her fingers. She found that the inside of the handmade item was soft and thought to herself that Karl, that bastard, had made it quite realistic!
Suddenly, Titus smelled a strange odor and tried to stop Fiona, but it was too late.
Fiona added:
"Perhaps this is his more sophisticated sense of humor?"
The teacher was so angry he laughed, and he retorted:
"Which student's sense of humor is so great that they just throw a big lump of it at the teacher?"
Fiona shook her head and immediately said:
"Teacher, you and I both know this isn't true. Perhaps Karl's artistic talent is just a niche interest."
The teacher looked at Fiona:
"Didn't you smell anything? Carl actually put a clump of poop in there."
Fiona held Karl's XXX, looked at the teacher, opened her mouth but couldn't say a word for a moment, she felt very ashamed.
"Look, we can see a dark future for Karl from his artwork. There is no doubt that he will become mentally ill."
"I need to talk to Carl's parents about his expulsion. I won't allow someone like that to be in my school."
Titus thought for a moment and said:
"I am his older brother, an adult with financial means, and I will become Karl's guardian sooner or later."
"I think it would be the same if you talked to me."
The teacher shook his head, said no more, and began applying the formula:
"Don't let our location in the South District fool you; our school is equally committed to providing a good education for all students. We do all this for the good of the children, and we hope you will take it seriously."
Titus nodded and said:
"Of course, we understand that very well."
He handed over his identification, which was his FBI agent badge.
"My job is to find clues and deduce results. I'm just expressing my opinion to you. Ultimately, how the child grows up depends on the school's education."
The teacher took the certificate, unfolded it, and the first thing that caught her eye was the golden bald eagle badge.
He subconsciously pushed up his glasses, showing a solemn respect, then stood up and handed back his identification with both hands.
"Detective Gallagher, perhaps I wasn't clear enough just now. What I meant was that we are definitely a responsible and dedicated school."
"There's an old saying in the East that I've always advocated: 'Education should be provided to all without discrimination!' Later, I'll have the craft teacher—no, I'll personally give Karl some proper guidance."
Fiona thought, "Damn it, all that talk is less useful than a single piece of paper!"
The teacher then led Titus and Fiona to see Karl. Titus and Fiona gave Karl a serious talk, instructing him not to bully classmates, including but not limited to: pulling on classmates' balls, pinching their fingers, urinating in their cups, or defecating in front of the teacher…
They believed it was necessary to do this, to write it down clearly and explicitly, covering every aspect.
Otherwise, given Carl's intelligence, he might come up with some other ingenious little gadgets to serve up.
The two racked their brains and wrote a set of rules for Carl, listing it as the second trial, lasting for a month (mastering the West Point rules was the first trial).
Titus promised a reward for each trial completed.
...
Vijay Estate, North Side of Chicago.
Mason Vijay lay on the soft velvet bed, with a robotic arm directly above him raising a cluster of electronic screens displaying a series of actions by Titus in Florence.
Vijay didn't use any of the intelligence about the abandoned factory, because based on the information reported by the survivors, Titus was practically a superman!
Rather than believing that Titus was Superman, Mr. Vijay preferred to believe that this was just an excuse used by those damned mercenaries for their failed operation.
At this moment, his disabled eyes were staring intently at a photograph on the screen! It was a photograph he had managed to retrieve from the black market with great difficulty.
In the photo, Mr. Lecter is lying on a cold iron plate, with seven bullets in his back.
Blood stained his casual white suit. In the shot, his profile revealed a pair of unseeing eyes, filled with deep shock and fear.
It was this fear-filled pupil that drove Mr. Vijay into an inescapable rage!
He couldn't tolerate Lecter showing that kind of expression, and he couldn't bear to see someone else kill Lecter!
In Vijay's twisted mind, only he could kill Mr. Lecter!
He took a deep breath, suppressing his grief and indignation, and closed his eyes, trying to escape the photograph.
Even with my eyes closed, I could still vaguely see that damn photo!
After a moment, he suddenly opened his eyes, trying to calm down, but this deliberate suppression made his tone suppress a raging storm of anger:
"Cordell, get our people to the High Table! Bounty on Titus! Global bounty, $400 million!"
Meanwhile, Titus received orders from Crawford:
Titus Gallagher, the FBI has held several days of discussions regarding the Hannibal Lecter case and has decided to announce today that you are being stripped of your federal agent status.
But that's just the surface. Our real decision for you is to go undercover and investigate an international criminal organization. You will be heading to the Continental Hotel in New York City starting today.
Your New Identity: Contract Hitman Jack Vizra
Your mission: Gather all evidence and arrest gangster Vigo Tarasov.
The subtitles appeared before my eyes:
The Emperor remains indifferent to you, but the God of Courage and Glory, one of the Four Gods, greatly admires your actions! He has decided to grant you a blessing: prove your courage by slaying the Khorne warrior Vigo Tarasov!
[Mission Reward: Khorne's Blessing: Permanently doubles all strength. (Pure numerical boost! The strength to lift a 20-ton steel coil with one finger is something you deserve!)]