Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Warhammer

A giant black monster lies at the Chicago Airport, like a tamed dragon, waiting for its owner to arrive.

"The principal actually took out his special plane 'Sleibnir' to pick us up and drop us off. I dare say there is no one more qualified than us in the academy!"

Fingel sighed, took out his cell phone to take a photo, and after a few operations, a new post appeared on the Night Watch forum.

As one of the current celebrities at Kassel College, Fingel’s posts certainly don’t require constant self-reflection to keep from sinking like others.

In less than two minutes, his post received dozens of replies, ranging from envy, exclamation, and condolences—because everyone knows that the Japanese branch is not a good place.

There were also angry comments - after Lu Mingfei's strength was revealed, many gamblers who lost all their money on the 3E exam handicap agreed that the bad file was used by Fingel to deceive people, so they issued a "card" "Searle Debt Collection Order", Fingal was blocked everywhere demanding repayment.

"The principal's special plane? Made by the equipment department?"

Lu Mingfei stared at the aircraft, which had obvious traces of the equipment department's style, with bright eyes.

Gulfstream G550, a leading brand among private jets, is specially designed for businessmen, superstars or dignitaries worth billions.

This kind of private jet only takes a few hours to fly across the Atlantic Ocean. It's still dark in New York when you board the plane, and it's early morning in Paris when you open your eyes.

"How is it possible? The equipment department is only responsible for making various perverted modifications to the purchased Gulfstream G550. Fortunately, because it is the principal's private plane, they did not install any backup hidden energy source on this thing, otherwise it can still be driven. Go...ahem!"

Fingel coughed a few times and did not continue.

Lu Mingfei felt a little regretful. If the equipment department could make planes, he could try to let them make a simple version of Storm Crow for him——

A primary transport and fire support air vehicle used by the Astartes.

When the boarding stairs were lowered, a female commissioner wearing a standard black windbreaker from the Executive Department was waiting for them.

"Lu Ming is not a student?"

The female commissioner looked carefully at Lu Mingfei and the long sword on his back, with a bit of awe in her eyes.

The reputation of the S-class freshman has already spread throughout the executive department. He was the protagonist of a war practice class and won the MVP. In a sudden attack, he split open an oncoming armored vehicle with his sword in front of many commissioners without being hurt.

"What's up?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yes, this is the document the principal ordered for you."

The female commissioner politely handed over a gray brown paper bag with both hands, "The principal asked you to open it after you get on the plane."

Lu Mingfei took the paper bag, and the female commissioner handed over another agreement: "This is the remains repatriation agreement. Please go to the Japanese branch to execute it this time... Well, all the exchange students who are studying are here to sign."

"I never sign anything like this."

Lu Mingfei ignored the agreement and walked up the boarding stairs.

"I don't need it either."

Chu Zihang shook his head and followed Lu Mingfei.

"Since the leader and deputy leader are so confident, I won't sign it. Anyway, if something happens, the two people in front will take care of it."

Fingel smiled and refused to sign the body repatriation agreement, and quickly followed the team carrying two heavy suitcases.

The female commissioner looked a little helpless, but she did not chase after them and force them to sign. She seemed to have expected this result.

Sleibnir's interior cabin is decorated with high-end luxury, like a small living room in a villa, and is even equipped with a wine cabinet and refrigerator - all fixed in place, including a variety of fine wines and goblets in the wine cabinet.

"boom--!!!"

The sleeping black monster woke up and let out a deafening roar that could tear a person's eardrums.

During a normal Gulfstream flight, passengers inside the aircraft won't even notice the engine is running. The designer said it was as quiet as a "huge blue whale swimming in the deep sea."

But the principal’s Sleibnir was a modified version of the Equipment Department—both Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang were familiar with this name.

Just like the "pragmatism first" character of those crazy people, the speed of this Gulfstream was stretched to the extreme. It is expected to only take six hours to cross the Pacific and reach Tokyo, which is more than four hours faster than normal flights.

But along with the extreme speed and the roaring roar all the time, the Gulfstream G550 has changed from a blue whale swimming in the deep sea to a tiger head shark attacking food at full speed on the sea surface. Without any noise reduction measures, it is very suitable for those who have never heard of it. A war blacksmith with no regard for comfort.

"Have you ever seen a tank equipped with zoned air conditioning, heated cushions and massage seats?"

Director Akadulla was eloquent.

Lu Mingfei opened the brown paper bag given to him by the execution department and took out the documents inside.

The first thing that catches the eye is the eye-catching "S" grade red seal.

"I'll go, S-level mission! It must be for you. I won't read it. If I read it, I will be brainwashed..."

Fingel, who was sitting aside, covered his eyes and turned his head away.

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, Ange had never told him about any other S-level missions.

The three of them all knew that this trip to Japan as an "exchange student" was completely a pretense, and Ange also knew what Lu Mingfei was sent to Japan for.

So he specially sent his beloved Sleibnir, spending hundreds of tons of aviation fuel, to send three Weeping Angels weighing nearly 300 kilograms in total and their weapons and equipment to Japan.

The "Emperor" and his think tank "Gloya" have indeed left definite and profound traces in Japan.

Lu Mingfei ignored the seal that said "This is confidential only for Lu Mingfei's reading" and briefly glanced at the mission information recorded in the document from his seat.

The last page of the document contained a stern warning not to reveal any information about the mission to others, otherwise you would violate some treaty and receive any punishment. The words were filled with the smell of steel and blood.

Chu Zihang, who was sitting on the other side, unconsciously looked away and said softly:

"This should be a task assigned by the school board. This inhumane tone of disregarding the process and the life safety of the executors and only focusing on the results is in line with their style."

Lu Mingfei remained silent and poured out the remaining items from the brown paper bag - a dark red card with the scent of sandalwood and a box of matches.

The match is used to burn the document after reading it, and the card has words written on it:

"This mission has nothing to do with me - Angers."

Lu Mingfei pulled out a match and lit the card. The smell of smoke mixed with the scent of sandalwood was strange.

After the card was burned out, he stuffed the documents and matches back into the brown paper bag, raised his hand and threw it away——

It was thrown accurately into the trash can fixed at the foot of the table not far away.

"Fuck me!"

"Captain, you are definitely the most daring, insane and insane student I have ever seen since I entered school... Are you going to throw away the S-level missions that come directly from the school board?!"

Fingel's eyes were as wide as copper bells, staring at the brown paper bag that was thrown into the trash can.

"Let them find a professional team to steal things and use them as spies. We are not their tool to remove obstacles to consolidate centralization. We are only responsible for identifying heretics and purifying them."

Lu Mingfei said calmly.