The sun at noon shines on the school gate. Behind the blue retractable door more than ten meters wide is a spacious main campus road. The roadside is surrounded by green willows, with flowerbeds, and there are two small woods near the school gate, providing a natural place for accommodation students to have night activities.

At Yingcai Middle School, Han Chi had some impression of this school, and had heard the name of this high school before.

The first step in combat planning is to get closer to the goal.

The target person is locked in a teaching building on this campus. According to the information provided by Gu Yuenan, Class 8 of 3 years.

Han Chi, who had a tight tie, held the glasses frame on his face, changed into a formal suit, exuded a gentle atmosphere from the inside out, but his hairstyle was round and a little unfit. He was wearing a straight brown suit, holding two thick books in his hand, and a harmless smile on his lips.

There are two round stone pillars on both sides of the telescopic door, and three or four security guards are on duty in the two guard rooms. Han Chi read two slogans engraved on the cylinder, and a cultural atmosphere comes to his face: "Educate morality, educate learning, educate everyone, be a teacher, be a leader, and be a student."

"Wait a minute! Then who, you wait!"

"Me?" Han Chi was stopped by the guard, calm and composed.

A young guard ran out of the guard room and reached out to stop Han Chi in front of the sign "Idle people are not allowed to enter" at the school gate, speaking in Shandong-flavored Mandarin: "Please show your ID when entering and leaving. You cannot let the idle people in the society enter here!"

"Haha, I'm the new teacher of this school," Han Chi smiled at the guard, "My ID has not been printed yet."

"Director Cui said that you must not enter without an entry and exit certificate! How many incidents are there now? This is the regulation!" The young doorman said very principledly and meticulously, "We must be responsible for thousands of students on campus. Please apply for the certificate as soon as possible, or you can find a teacher with the certificate to come out and take you down."

Han Chi blinked, looked at the man in front of him for a few glances, and smiled and said, "I just came here and don't know the teacher here. In this way, I can call him by your principal."

The little guard was slightly stunned and scratched his head and said, "I don't have a phone number for the principal. Do you want the phone number for the director of the Political and Education Department and the director of the Security Department?"

"I just returned to China a few days ago. I was an English teacher hired by the principal," Han Chi spoke politely, without any breath, and without changing his expression. He knew that you did not have a principal's phone number. He continued: "You can go to the principal's office to ask."

"Hmm? No!" The little guard blinked. Although his skin was dark, his head was not unsightly. "The principal invited you, why didn't you call the principal?"

"I contacted the principal when I was abroad. My phone was not available when I returned to China. I would have to go abroad for long-distance international roaming, which is expensive!"

Seeing that the little guard nodded with some approval, Han Chi couldn't help but sweat. He had never been so exciting even if he got into the Pentagon. The security level of the guards in our country is definitely the world's top-notch level.

"Then you are waiting here, I'll call Director Cui!" The guard had to choose this method in the end, and then he shouted to the guard room with concern: "Don't open the door first!"

Han Chi slapped his forehead, looked at the guard and turned around and left, and quickly shouted: "You Director Cui doesn't know me! Only the principal knows me!"

"Oh? Why don't I know you? Hehe."

A slightly old voice suddenly came from behind him, and Han Chi's heart burst into pieces, and the picture behind him reflected in his mind. An old man with white haired hands behind his back walked slowly on the street, his steps were a little weak, because he was too old.

Why do you feel that this old man is so kind-looking and so familiar... Maybe all the old man is the same, but what does this old man mean?

"Principal!" The remaining three guards in the guard room ran out, and the telescopic door slowly moved and opened a small entrance and exit. One guard did not forget to shout: "Li You are back! The principal is here, why are you running!"

School, Principal? Han Chi swallowed his saliva immediately, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. I went there, if I had known that it would be such a trouble for the teacher to get in, he just climbed over the wall and went in. It was useless for him to prepare all morning, get this outfit and buy two English dictionaries.

The first combat plan declared abortion.

He lowered his head and was about to leave, but suddenly he heard the old man behind him exclaim lightly, and his voice trembled a little: "Xiao Chizi, Xiao Chizi!? Cough, cough cough, Han Chi!"

What excited this old man?

Han Chi was a little confused, so he couldn't see his appearance even when he turned his back to the old guy. After all, the imaging of the supernatural powers was just a blurry image, which was not as clear as the eyes.

He felt a little throbbing in his heart, and slowly turned around to look at the old man. The old man trembled all over and pointed his finger at Han Chi. He could see his old eyes with turbid tears three or four meters away. However, Han Chi's expression changed, from embarrassment to gloomy, and turned his head to walk aside without any hesitation.

"Xiao Chizi! I am your second grandfather, Xiao Chizi!" "

Han Chi ignored him, but his steps were slightly paused, shook his head and cleared out the boredom in his mind, and continued to bury his head forward.

Han Chi! Come back! Cough cough..." The old man suddenly coughed violently, covered his chest and sat down slowly, his face turned purple and his breathing was not smooth.

"Principal! Principal!"

Seeing this, several guards immediately ran over, but before they reached out to touch the old man's body, the old man was already supported by a figure and leaned half backwards into the man's arms.

Han Chi reached out and pressed the old man's chest, and a weak and invisible green light hid into the old man's chest, allowing the old man's breathing to gradually soothe, and his purple face began to return to normal. Han Chi wanted to stand up, but an old hand grabbed his arm tightly. The old man couldn't speak for a while, but his eyes were fixed on him.

"No, don't leave..."

Han Chi raised his head and took a breath, trying to push the old man's veteran hand away, but he felt a little reluctant to use force.

"Don't blame your father," the old man coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm, his face gradually calmed down, and he still grabbed Han Chi tightly, struggling to stand up. "You are the eldest grandson of the direct descendant. This is the rule of the Han family, the Han family. The last order of your grandfather gave your father when he was dying. When he sent you away, your mother almost cried to death, and your father couldn't bear to leave... It's good to come back, it's good to come back!"

Han Chi was speechless, but the old man waved his hand to let the guards around him retreat, and pulled Han Chi's arm up and down. "He's tall, thin. After so many years, Grandpa can still recognize you."

"Let me go, Han Chi is dead in the past," Han Chi shook his head, slowly unbuttoned the buttons of his shirt, and pointed to the dark red mark the size of a coin at the heart. "I was dead when you put it in that training camp."

"You've been miserable, you've been miserable," Grandpa Er wiped his tears, "Xiao Chizi, I know it's the Han family that's sorry for you, don't leave. Can I kneel down for you? Grandpa Er kneel down for you!"

"Second Grandpa, don't do this!" Han Chi quickly supported the old man, not knowing where the old man got the strength. Han Chi couldn't hold him back at all, so he could only let the old man kneel straight on the ground.

"Come back, don't leave. You are the only one of the Han family's direct descendants. If you leave, the Han family will collapse." Grandpa's voice trembled and his whole body was trembling slightly. " Grandpa's only one grandson, you are the only one. If you leave now, I will die here!"

Han Chi slowly lowered his head, and sighed and knelt in front of the old man, wiping the tears in his eyes. "Second Grandpa, I only recognize you. I will not go back to that home. Get up quickly, and let people see it and poke my backbone."

The old man glared at his eyes, and his whole body exuded a sense of majesty of being in the upper hand for a long time, "I think who dares them!"

The four guards watching on the side looked at each other, stood attentively and turned backwards, saying that they had seen nothing or heard nothing, so they knew nothing...

In the suburbs of Linning City, a luxuriously decorated mental hospital with a huge building complex, several gun-carrying soldiers were patrolling at the door. They were holding semi-automatic rifles and were also well-trained regular soldiers.

Mental hospitals are just a cover, and this place has a special title in a specific circle - an abnormal human research institute.

In an underground building, there are nearly a thousand square meters of command hall, hundreds of staff are busy everywhere. Xiao Yueyue, dressed in a small suit, stood in front of a large screen with her arms in her arms. On the screen is a satellite map of the entire Linning City, with dense red dots on it.

Huo Simin ran over and whispered: "Team leader, the superpower reactor has not found any targets, and the number of uses today has reached the upper limit."

Sighing softly, Xiao Yueyue stroked Guangjie's forehead, "Damn, where did that guy go without saying a word?"

"Why, haven't found that Han Chi yet?"

A thick man's voice rang in his ears, and a middle-aged man walked over with his hands behind his back.

"Hello, director." Huo Simin shouted sweetly, then lowered her head and stepped aside. She, an intern, could not talk much.

Xiao Yueyue nodded and smiled bitterly: "We are not doing well, which disappoints the director."

"It's not that our army is too powerless, but the enemy is too cunning." The director smiled, "Okay, let him go. That guy won't harm the public. There are new tasks to you, and your partner, well, the key is your partner. Come with me."
Chapter completed!