Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Chapter 311 306.Caesar and Caesar’s Princess

The Executive Department is a rather special department at Kassel College. Its nominal leader is Professor Schneider, who is directly related to Angers in blood. However, what this minister can usually do is to completely control the headquarters and the North American branch. Commissioner.

The people who actually formulate a series of action plans in operations around the world are a group of guys with the title of "committee". The age of the committee members is generally over the age limit. Many of them are old guys close to a hundred years old. They are the same as Angers and Fra. Mel is from the same generation as old guys like Beowulf.

The commissioner responsible for carrying out the task jokingly called the committee members strategic experts. Unfortunately, most of the strategic experts were veteran dragon slayers recruited from the hunting teams of old families. Their thinking was also more outdated. In order to kill a dragon operating in the World Trade Center He can even do things that even a lunatic can't do, such as letting a terrorist hijack a plane and crash it.

"This is why I hope you and Lu Mingfei will go on the Tamagawa mission together. The maritime combat platform may have to face a large number of ancient corpse guards whose pedigree can match the A-level, while the Tamagawa mission will only face A gangster from the Shekihachi family." In the European-styled bedroom of the most luxurious presidential suite at the Peninsula Hotel in Tokyo, Caesar stood leaning against the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his fingertips gently rubbing the huge ancient silver ring on his left index finger. .

A crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the room, and the velvet sheets were unsurprisingly messed up by someone. In the open bathroom, a slender and graceful figure could be vaguely seen in the huge bronze bathtub deep in the thin steam.

The ivory white window screen behind Caesar was only opened a small gap, and the skylight that gradually became brighter after the rain jumped in through this gap, illuminating his shadow into a stalwart and extremely broad shoulders.

But Caesar was not able to inherit Mr. Pompeii's romantic genes. The beauty was taking a bath very close to him, but his eyes still fell on the beech wood shelf by the window. Directly above the shelf was a small, grooved thing that looked like some kind of ancient communications device, with only a tiny screen and a circular groove facing the ceiling.

That's not some useless collection, but... the key to bringing down the wrath of God.

There are three satellites in geosynchronous orbit that only provide services for this little thing. As long as Caesar puts his ancient silver ring into the groove, the "living spirit" sleeping in the key will be awakened, and then no matter where he is The Divine Punishment System will operate accordingly. Caesar only needs to enter the coordinates, and six long swords forged from Rhine tungsten gold embedded with the spirit of speech will fall from the sky, recreating the incident that occurred on the Tunguska River in Siberia at 7 a.m. on June 30, 1908. ...a world-destroying explosion.

At this time, the gauze-like water vapor in the bathroom was pushed away by a pair of slender wrists, and the warm and strong fragrance of shower gel and shampoo came to my face.

Caesar's gaze retracted, and he looked up and down at the tall girl with water beads on her hair and small puddles on her collarbone, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Christine was wrapped in a white bath towel and stood leaning against the door frame, rubbing her wet long hair with a towel.

The light of the crystal chandelier was originally dimmed, but it was still enough for Caesar to see clearly the exquisite convexity of the girl's body.

The towel-wrapped chest and slender waist were enough for Master Gattuso to imagine the exquisite tightness of every curve underneath, not to mention the slender and tight legs that Cristina never thought of covering.

Christina walked into the room with her bare heels and toes slightly stained crimson, and stood beside the messy big bed. She curled her fingers at Caesar from afar, and raised a slight arc in the corners of her slightly red eyes. , Caesar hesitated, sighed, and walked to her side.

"Remember what I told you before? When I graduated from high school, I considered receiving secret training from the GRU and joining the Russian National Security Agency to work for Moscow." Kristina pressed forward step by step. A girl who is taller than Nono and also a bit crazy like Nono.

What's more important is that although Caesar can understand her, he never gets tired of reading it. It's like a book that you love to the extreme. This book is so thick that it takes years or even decades to read it for the first time. , and when you read her and read it a second time, you will immediately have new feelings and insights.

If I really want to say it, it's a bit like Lu Mingfei reading "Preface to a Horse from Dongyang" when he was studying, and then read it again when he entered Kassel College and became the number one loser. But it’s not such a heavy sentiment.

The girl's upper body leaned forward slightly, grabbing Caesar's collar with one hand. Caesar had to sit down on the edge of the bed, and leaned back. The two of them breathed each other, with ice-blue eyes and emerald-like beautiful eyes. Eyes gazing at each other.

Looking at those close eyes, Caesar gently patted Christina's face.

"You did tell me about this experience, but your fate changed the day your father met Professor Guderian on the streets of Moscow." Caesar said.

Kristina's admission to the Kassel Academy was really an accident, an encounter in Moscow with vodka mixed with ice flown from Siberia.

After meeting Lu Mingfei and confirming that the latter chose to join Kassel College, Professor Guderian, who was in charge of the college's admissions at the time, took a business jet to Moscow overnight and conducted an admissions interview with Zero.

In order to show that she attaches great importance to this matter, Her Royal Highness invited many big figures from the dark side of Russia to attend the banquet, and used the common Russian hospitality etiquette to warmly entertain Gudry, who did not know how to refuse other people's kindness. Professor An.

Guderian was not a mixed race known for his excellent bloodline. He could only be classified as Class B, and because of his old age, he was not able to withstand all the attacks. He managed to leave the banquet drunk. Falling on the streets of Moscow.

If Christina's father hadn't accidentally picked up this little old man, Lu Mingfei would probably have had to change his mentor.

Ling told Lu Mingfei about this matter. At that time, the little old man insisted on leaving and going back to the hotel. In fact, he was secretly followed by the mercenaries from the Elizabeth Palace. If Kristina and her father didn't take Guderian back at that time, it would be those female killers who would kill without batting an eye.

"I don't think he is my father." Christina's face was red, her breathing was heavy, her proud chest was rising and falling, and she looked a little annoyed. She gritted her silver teeth and glared condescendingly at Caesar.

"I understand how you feel...I mean, although I rarely talk to you about my family, my father is also a scumbag. I thought he was dead since he was six years old." Caesar Wu There was no way to escape, so he could only raise his hands in a gesture of surrender.

Christina used her eyes to oppress Caesar for a long time, but Caesar always seemed to respond with a doting and gentle attitude.

Thinking about it, even a cute Russian girl would feel a little ashamed in this situation. Kristina's face still had the blush after soaking in a hot bath for a long time, but the corners of her eyes and mouth slowly relaxed. She loosened Caesar's collar and sat down next to this guy, not caring that her chest and thighs were exposing a large amount of fair skin.

"My two fathers in the family disagreed with me following the GRU gang of desperadoes, but I still signed up because the job of the GRU special forces is often to arrest corrupt individuals who have fled abroad. Either assassinate or capture those heinous arms dealers." Christina lowered her head and wiped her hair. Her nose bridge was extremely straight and her eye sockets seemed to be extremely deep, hiding all expressions of emotion in the shadows, so that Caesar could not see them. Clear her eyes.

"There is so much darkness in this world. I can't help everyone. Maybe one day I will die on the way to pursue what I want, but my bones can always ignite and bring justice like the sun." "Spread out." Christina said, "I am not afraid of death. I am willing to stay in Jiyuan, because if there is one more person there, there will be less corpses rushing into Tokyo Bay. Caesar, you said that my spirit is the underworld." Therefore, it is not suitable to stay on the sea combat platform, but as for you, your word spirit is just a sickle, why are you willing to take the risk of walking into that small iron shell and diving to eight thousand miles or even ten thousand meters of water? ?”

Caesar didn't speak, and his eyes suddenly became extremely deep, as if there was a glacial lake several kilometers deep hidden in them.

"Because I am Caesar. If the person who got into the Dieste was Lancelot or Fingel, they would eventually die together with Chu Zihang in the deepest part of the abyss without even being able to find their bones. "When I arrived, I was just standing on the shore holding a long red flag of 'triumph' like an idiot. Then I simply don't know how to tell others about this experience one day in the future." Touching the top of Christina's head, although Christina was considered tall among girls, she still looked like a child in front of Caesar's height of nearly 1.9 meters.

He said softly, "That's such a shame. Watching my companions die while I live, how can I endure that shame? Christina, you live for your justice, and I also live for my justice. My justice is ...The honor of Caesar Gattuso."

It was obviously a very light narration, but Christina felt that it was said so loudly from the mouth of this guy with a serious chuunibyou.

Those ice blue eyes kept staring at her, and for a few moments Christina felt that she saw the dazzling light of the sun from Caesar's eyes.

"Okay, okay, I really lost to you... Actually, what I want to say is that I am very worried about you. I just want to see you get out of that iron shell again, with a stupid face like the sun. Smiling face waved to everyone around him and said it's okay, it's just a dive or something, don't worry about me... Instead of just hiding in a small bush waiting for the completion of the task sent by Norma, the members of the dive team will return. Report." Christina snorted coldly, turned her face away, and stared at the frosted glass of the bathroom with her beautiful dark green eyes, but the hazy crimson quickly spread from the roots of her ears to the girl's clear and slender neck. superior.

Caesar was stunned for a moment. He looked at the blushing face of the Tartar princess because of embarrassment. He suddenly thought of those shy birds that like to fly in the clouds and mists. They spread their wings to break the mist after the rain, flying on the clouds. , leaving black silhouettes on the mountains and branches, each frame is cheerful and memorable.

Caesar's mood brightened, as if a crack in the haze had cracked open, and sunlight filtered through.

At this time, all the negative emotions that seemed to be about to dive into the abyss had dissipated. Caesar wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.

He thought, in fact, Christina was much more suitable for him than that little witch.

Just why, why is there still a trace of unwillingness, as if something has really been lost. Although you don't take it to heart, it's like a very fine needle pricking your finger. You can feel it, but you can never find where it is...

Thinking about it, Master Gattuso is about to prepare a French wet kiss with Miss Cristina.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't keep your big face getting closer and closer at this time, you bastard!" Christina suddenly slapped the side of Caesar's face, and steam was coming out of his hair.

Young Master Gattuso was a little hesitant, thinking that the atmosphere just now was probably in place, the kind of pink mood that fills a girl's heart, the kind of passion when a man and a woman are alone in the same room, that kind of...

Christina couldn't push Caesar, so she stretched out a straight calf with a hint of spring to kick the abdominal muscles of this hero whose chest muscles were so broad that he could run a horse.

Caesar blinked and reached out to clasp Christina's delicate and fragile ankles. The girl was immediately shocked, and the blush on her face was so red that she could squeeze out water. She glared fiercely at the blond man next to her, gritted her teeth and tried to take her foot back, but Caesar suddenly used the fingers of his other hand to scratch Christina's delicate soles.

Those dark green eyes were like a thin mist rising from the lake on a winter night. Christina's body trembled slightly, and her delicate white toes curled up, like beautiful little shells.

After a few seconds, the serious look the girl tried to put on finally collapsed. Christina giggled and lightly hit Caesar's shoulder with her weak fist.

"Let go, let go, itchy..."

Cristina suddenly couldn't speak anymore, because a warm breath enveloped her, and Caesar opened his arms and held her in his arms like he was embracing the whole world.

Her emerald-like eyes were glazed over. Kristina opened her hands and didn't know what kind of action she should make at this moment, because Caesar's low voice sounded in her ears.

"I said, are you really not ready to tell me yet?" he said, and then Christina felt the touch of her lips. Caesar's lips were really hot and powerful, far harder than her lips, like Warm steel.

Christina looked confused when her lips separated.

"It won't take long for my family to investigate you. Dear Kristina, you...are a person with ALS, right? This is why you want to join the GRU special forces, because you think you can't survive. How long do you want to make your life more meaningful in the limited time you have?" Caesar said.

Christina stared at Caesar blankly, an unspeakable anger and humiliation welling up like a tide. Before she could say anything, Caesar hugged her tighter.

"Even in a mixed-race society, it is difficult to find a cure for this disease, but it is not without... the Nibelung Plan... I want to dive, because I need more honors to send you into this The door to the plan, the dragon's blood will make you better, really..." Caesar said, he touched Christina's hair, his blue eyes glowing with golden light.

"You don't have to worry about my affairs!" Cristina gritted her teeth and said fiercely, but Caesar kissed her again. This time Cristina could no longer resist. Who can resist Caesar Gattuso? , he is so majestic, so righteous, so perfect...

"Of course I have to take care of it. In addition, I am also planning to propose to you in the Red Square in Moscow." Caesar said, "I heard that you Russians think the Red Square has a very special meaning. Your alliance used to have military parades there. After that, we can drive the tank directly onto the battlefield. We can also have a rehearsal there. After the rehearsal, we will hold a wedding at the nearby Bollazheno Cathedral. I will invite the local bishop to solemnize our marriage..."

Christina's nose suddenly felt a little sore.