Lumi was at ease with fire, which did not mean that he would lose his composure, so he directly disguised himself and 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 without sufficient intelligence, the risk is likely to turn into suicide.
First of all, he did not know how many evil god believers there were in the parliamentarian's office and how strong they were.
Second, he didn't know whether the Eighth Board or the two major churches were for the Eighth Board. How many protectors Artois provides, what abilities do they have;
Thirdly, he has not yet grasped the specific location and basic situation of the target, and even if he successfully infiltrates the office of a member of Congress, he may not be able to find the other party;
In the end, he didn't figure out how to get in and evacuated smoothly.
Of course, Lumian does not deny that the chaos caused by the explosion at the Goodville chemical plant is very beneficial to his own infiltration.
His temporary plan is to be a patient "hunter", waiting for the target to come out, quietly following him, initially confirming his situation, and then looking for opportunities to attack.
From the other party's grid. Judging from Artois's status in the campaign, his sequence level is not too high, and he must not have divinity, even if it is a middle sequence, it is at most sequence 7.
If Lumian makes a mistake in judgment and the goal reaches sequence 6 or even sequence 5, he will not be too afraid, he believes that Mr. K must be interested in hunting evil god believers!
Shout...... Lumian exhaled slowly and continued to look at the brightly lit earthy yellow four-story building, gathering useful information for subsequent actions.
As time passed, a scavenger nearly 50 years old came over with a linen bag on his back and rummaged through the garbage heap on the side of the house.
This made Lumian suddenly sigh, and the fire in his heart burned even more violently.
- In Trier, people don't want to pick up waste, every waste picker has an employer, they are divided into two categories: full-time and temporary, there is a fixed waste picking area, and they cannot cross the line, otherwise various conflicts will break out, and they will be surrounded and beaten, so Ruhl and Michel pray to Hugue. Artois held a dinner every day, instead of waiting on the streets where there were daily dinners, places that did not belong to them and were occupied by other scavengers.
The difference between full-time and temporary is that full-time waste pickers receive a monthly salary from their employers, and the garbage they pick up belongs to the employer, of course, if they really pick up valuable items or things that can be easily consumed, waste pickers often decide whether to hand them in or keep them for themselves depending on the situation.
It is precisely because of this that the homeless people on the street mostly rummage through the garbage heap for food and clothing, and in most cases they cannot get money through scavenging.
Lumian waited until 9 p.m., the number of guests visiting the congressman's office was smaller, and people came out to smoke and rest on the balconies of different rooms.
Not long after, Lumian's pupils dilated little by little, reflecting a figure:
It was the figure standing on the balcony of the room on the edge of the second floor, he was thin, pale, his dark yellow hair was curled, and his brown eyes were looking at the gas street lamp below.
He was wearing a blue shirt, a black vest and a dark formal suit, wearing a bow tie, holding a cigarette swirling with green smoke in his hand, and taking a puff from time to time, it was the spitter Lumian saw in Franca's "Magic Mirror Divination".
Ahem cough! The unhealthy young man coughed violently, as if he was about to cough up his lungs out of his body.
At the end of the cough, he had another mouthful of thick phlegm, which rumbled in his throat.
He took out a handkerchief, spat out thick phlegm in it, then wrapped it up, put it in his pocket, and did not throw it away at will.
Sure enough, he knew that his phlegm could spread occult diseases...... Lumian's eyes narrowed slightly.
Because many people went to the balcony of their room to take a short break, Lumian quickly confirmed the location of familiar faces:
Congressman Hug Ge of the Market District. Artois was at the edge of the top floor, in the room with the largest balcony;
The red-haired lady was on the same floor as him, right next to him;
The man in his thirties who wears gold-rimmed glasses and always holds a document in his hand is on the other side of the second floor, and the unhealthy young man is at both ends of the corridor.
A tall, strong, and burly middle-aged man was in the office in the middle of the third floor;
A young woman with elegant and elegant glasses, wearing a white shirt and a small dark blue jacket is on the fourth floor, located in Hug. Directly below Artois, they were on the same side as the man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, far away from the unhealthy young man and seemed to not like to be near him.
Lumian looked closely for a while and noticed that several rooms next to the spitter seemed to belong to the collective office, each with several employees.
This means that the probability of them having a certain status or extraordinary abilities is negligible.
Other evil god believers also don't like the guy who always coughs and likes to spit, and is far away from him when choosing an office? They also believe that the parliamentarian's office is closely guarded, and that person has extraordinary abilities and is unlikely to be attacked? Also, if you really want to attack the parliamentarian's office, the target must be Yuge. Artois, and not someone under him, is the only one who is worth the risk...... Lumian thought about it seriously for a while, and suddenly felt that this might be an opportunity.
The question now is how he can sneak into the parliamentarian's office and not get noticed.
Without Franka's cooperation, his golden and black hair color is a very distinctive feature.
After thinking for a while, Lumian had a plan.
He left the councillor's office and returned to the safe house on White Coat Street.
Immediately afterwards, he set up the altar and prayed to the great being for his protection.
He believed that since the embrace of the angel could help him avoid the scrutiny of the gods, it would definitely bring enough anti-divination effect!
As before, he was once again struck by the brilliance and divine majesty of the angels, and in an indescribable emotion, he saw layers of wings of light wrapping around him.
After completing this, Lumian pressed his hand to the top of his head.
His golden and black hair suddenly ignited like dry grass, falling clumps with fire.
Soon, only a few hair roots were left on Lumian's head.
He put on his dark blue peaked hat again, used "secret glasses" to disguise his face to a certain extent, then left White Coat Street and turned into the part of the market avenue near the honest market, and found a not too cheap ready-to-wear store.
Two clerks, a man and a woman, were a little surprised to see people dressed like homeless people coming in, and they didn't know whether to stop them.
Lumian explained with a slight fluster:
"I met a perverted robber who took my clothes and pants, so I had to buy a set from a nearby homeless man."
Hearing this explanation, the female staff member almost burst out laughing.
They have seen a lot of similar things, and they know that people who make such excuses are often having an affair with a certain lady, and when their husband comes back, they have to run away naked with their wallets, and then find a homeless man to collect some clothes temporarily.
If someone confidently says that his current situation is caused by cheating, then there is a high probability that he has really encountered a perverted robber.
Lumian ended up buying a formal dress that looked pretty good, but was actually more ordinary, including a shirt, jacket, bow tie, etc. and a dark cane, and he also picked out a brown wig and a fake beard of the same color.
This cost him a total of 78 Felkin.
After hiding his whereabouts and returning to the safe house on White Coat Street, Lumian first took off his previous disguise, then put on his "secret glasses" again, and put on makeup for himself according to the appearance in his memory.
His goal was to lean in the direction of aging, and before long, he looked more and more like a middle-aged and elderly man in the mirror, with a brown fake beard glued to his mouth and chin.
Lumian became Bono. Goodville, owner of the Goodville chemical plant.
Although it is only four or five points, I know Bono. As long as Goodwell's people don't think carefully and discern it, they will unconsciously regard him as the other party when they see him.
Lumian is going to sneak into the office of a member of Congress in this capacity!
Before officially starting the operation, he went underground and hid his original homeless clothes in a quarry hole.
After leaving the underground trier, Lumian took his cane and hurried to the earthy yellow four-story building of the congressman's office.
After a brief observation and confirmation that the images in each room had not changed much, he lowered his head, half-covered his face, and approached the door of the house.
"Who are you looking for?" A gun-wielding doorman in a navy blue uniform stopped him.
Lumian raised his head, lowered his palm, and said in a hurry:
"I'm looking for a councilor."
One of the doormen saw the visitor's face clearly with the help of the gas road lights on the street, and said subconsciously:
"Mr. Goodwell, why are you here again......"
He immediately closed his mouth, understanding that the gentleman who had suffered an explosion in the factory had too many problems to solve tonight, too many troubles to ask for help.
Both doormen stopped asking, got out of the way, and let Lumian in.
The hall on the first floor was full of people, even though it was late at night, it was still quite lively, including reporters, officials, representatives of charitable organizations, civilians from hospitals who came to report the situation, and different staff responsible for receiving them.
Lumian maintained that state of not wanting to be seen, lowered his head, half-covered his face, and walked directly to the staircase, using the same method to pass the interception of two guards with guns, and went up to the second floor.
He distinguished the direction and passed the two staff members who came out of the room to the office of the unhealthy young man.
The vermilion door is inlaid with an aluminum-white nameplate with several golden Intes words written on it:
"Assistant Secretary, Tibert. Jacques."
Tibert...... Lumian smiled, put on his gloves, and tapped on the door.
ps: Ask for a guaranteed monthly pass~
(End of this chapter)