Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

"Maybe we haven't had time to build a foundation of mutual trust, but it's safe on this ship. We will try our best to meet all reasonable requests. Professor Mans told us that you have wanted to escape from the Far North more than once. I can provide you with a passport, money, and transportation. You can go wherever you want and do whatever you want. There is only one premise, that is, you must answer any questions I ask truthfully." Nono sat upright, with her back straight, and her dark red hair draped over her shoulders. "Do you think this deal is fair, Miss Regis?"

"Of course it's fair. This is what I dream of." Regis nodded. "I want non-consecutive US dollars, British pounds, and RMB, and passports from China, the United States, and Denmark. Transportation is free. Even if you give me a helicopter, I won't fly it."

On Vincent's icebreaker, the saint is actually not awe-inspiring. Since she was very young, Regis felt that the old monster who was so old that his teeth had fallen out looked at her like an old wolf with green eyes looking at a lamb in a pen.

Fortunately, even among so many sisters, Regislove is the most special one. Every girl born from the genes of Maria of the Star on the Yamal had her coming-of-age ceremony presided over by Vincent himself, but this dirty business was finally stopped in time when it was about to happen to Regislove.

The dark kings who coveted the Kingdom of God didn't care how sinister and dirty Vincent was, but Regislove, who was pregnant with the genes of God, must remain pure.

Regislove threatened with her life and won a week's vacation every year from the hands of the Far North. No matter what she did during this week, Vincent had no control over it. She spent a full five years confusing the spies planted around her by the Far North. Every Christmas, Regislove would drink, take a walk, and steam sauna in a small house on the ice lake in the nearby port city when the Yamal docked.

In fact, as a member of the Far North, even Vincent's confidants would find it difficult to return to the shore. The prosperity of the city and the incomparable comfort on the ship made these people linger, so the vigilance of the soldiers was decreasing year by year. Until this year, Vincent allowed Regirev to land on the land of Iceland on the first day of the year. The twins who also came from the genes of Star Maria were responsible for guarding her.

At first, Regirev was just around them, but as the two girls' vigilance was completely eliminated, she dived into the lake through the round hole chiseled in the ice of the lake, held her breath for half an hour and drilled out of another crack in the ice surface with her superior bloodline, completely out of the control of the Far North.

But this girl was penniless. Even with Professor Mans helping her to forge her identity, she still had a very difficult life in this sparsely populated country, and there was a risk of being found by the Far North at any time. This situation finally came to an end until she was found by Nono.

"The information we got is that Miss Maria died many years ago." Nono propped up her chin with her hand and stared into Regirev's eyes across the dining table. It was probably an illusion. Her cheeks seemed to be more plump than before, and she also had a more intellectual beauty. Sitting under the chandelier, she could actually see a trace of grace, which was quite dignified and elegant, and made people feel a sense of trust for no reason.

Nono's profiling ability allowed her to judge whether a person was lying when she stared into his eyes, which was somewhat similar to Zero's Word Spirit Mirror Eye.

"But I think your information about the Prince Gauguin should not come from Vincent, right?" Nono said, sipping the mulled red wine, and her posture reminded people of the swans sipping water on the Rhine.

A trace of hesitation flashed across Regirev's face. She looked at Nono and then at Constantine, as if she was struggling in her heart.

Just when she finally made up her mind, a shrill alarm suddenly sounded, and the yellow lights hanging high on each cabin door rotated and lit up.

The next moment, everyone at the table lit up their golden eyes. The dim light of the chandelier above their heads, which played a more atmospheric role than a lighting role, lit up the folds of the tablecloth that could not be illuminated by the dim light, and the flaming pupils were like a golden river of fire flowing slowly along the table.

Only Constantine, the boy seemed to be frightened and stunned, standing at the table with a dull expression. Rigirev hesitated for a moment and patted his head.

Alarms echoed in every cabin on the Imer, and at the same time, all the densely packed special positioning lights on the deck were turned on. The power of those lights was so high that they could be seen dozens of kilometers away in the depths of the polar night, like a pillar of fire rising into the sky on the dark sea.

Logically, the Yamal, dozens of miles away, would also realize that it was being followed by another large ship that was capable of breaking through several meters of floating ice, but Su Enxi had considered the current situation when she participated in shooting the icebreaker.

The alarm was sounded on the entire ship, and dangerous yellow lights were flashing everywhere from the captain's room to the sailor's room and to the deck. There was only one possibility in this endless ice sea, that is, the Far North had determined the purpose of the Imer through counter-reconnaissance and launched an attack!

The lighting of those positioning lights was not a declaration of war, but a notice to the 1155 Dreadnought I-class missile destroyer and the 1155.1 Dreadnought II-class missile destroyer of the Northern Fleet that, whether it was boarding or firefighting, the Imer would complete the mission as long as it held out until the reinforcements arrived.

A moment later, the maids in long skirts rushed out from the shadow of the restaurant. They were divided into several teams, each with a separate leader, so that even if a leader died in an encounter, the team could be quickly reorganized and continue to fight efficiently.

The beautiful girls pulled out large-caliber short-barreled shotguns and revolvers from under their flying skirts, and quickly formed an airtight defensive formation to surround Nono and his group and evacuate deeper into the cabin, but Nono reached out to stop them.

Everyone on the Imer, including the chef, belonged to the battle sequence, and weapons were always within their reach. If the Far North wanted to approach with a small boat and then engage in boarding combat, it would be difficult to say who was the hunter and who was the prey.

The cursor of the Yamal on the navigation map was still moving slowly in the North Sea dozens of miles away from here. Nono couldn't imagine what could make this big ship alert them like crazy.

"All departments, please find nearby objects or brackets to fix with belts, we are facing an attack!" The cold and fast German echoed in the cabin of the Imer. Nono knew the owner of this voice. That guy was the first mate of this ship. He had served in the KSK before retiring. Although he was not a mixed-blood, he was not inferior to the commissioner of the executive department in terms of physical fitness and combat skills. His experience in carrying out dangerous tasks was even better than that of the executive officer of Kassel Academy.

Then, the ceiling on the wall of the restaurant was accompanied by a beeping sound of a precision instrument starting up. The smooth screen slowly lowered, and a beam of light hit the screen. Everything that was happening on the deck and on the sea in the distance was presented to Nono.

Waves suddenly rose on the sea in front of him, and large pieces of sea ice rose and fell with the waves, like endless white silk spread out under the sky of the Arctic Ocean.

The waves became bigger and bigger, and the floating ice became taller and taller, and finally it was like a silver line hidden in the sea fog. That line was the overwhelming cavalry roaring and charging.

On the deck, there were dozens of crew members wearing protective clothing, as strong as polar bears, dragging iron chains with tools and moving forward in the blizzard. They looked into the distance, shouting at each other in German, French and Russian to fix all the unfixed things on the deck. The towering cranes like the skeletons of giants were folded up, reflecting the cold light under the fierce positioning lights.

Nono couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Was it just an ice storm? Although it came a little suddenly, it seemed to be a normal climate phenomenon in such a high-latitude area.

She stared at the ice storm getting closer and closer on the display screen, silently counting the time for the battle between this super icebreaker driven by two nuclear reactors and this natural disaster to come, but suddenly a huge sense of horror swept over her body as if she was immersed in ice water.

There was something huge in the depths of the sea fog and floating ice, rushing towards the Imael fiercely. It was wrapped in a terrifying storm, and the floating ice was separated to both sides.

That thing was hidden in the thick fog, and the huge shadow looked like an ancient Leviathan that broke through the sea and glided on the ice, but it was much larger and heavier than the Leviathan. Several xenon light spots shot from the deck of the Imael fell in that area, and the shadow behind the fog was as high as a wall to the sky.

No matter what it was, it was crashing towards the Imael. Judging from its size, it seemed to be more amazing than this behemoth with a displacement of more than 15,000 tons.

The first mate in the steering engine room was using all his life's knowledge to turn the Imael into a light sea motorcycle. The big ship suddenly accelerated and smashed the floating ice in front of it and tilted at a precarious angle. The sound of metal fatigue approaching the limit sounded on the tilted inner hull, dense and sharp, making people's teeth ache.

A moment later, the shadow in the sea fog rushed out at a speed far exceeding the ice storm. In fact, the first thing that penetrated the fog was the yellow giant lamp, and then there was a deafening whistle, and a skyscraper-like figure rushed out from the depths of the thick fog!

It was a ship!

A huge black and red ship!

Its hull was extremely wide, and the folded tower crane on the deck raised billowing smoke, but the bow was scarred as if it had been bitten hard by a terrifying beast, and the hideous gap exposed the cabin flashing with electric sparks.

The ship staggered like a mad drunkard but rushed over fearlessly, and the yellow gas lamp enveloped the Imael.

The knife-like wind tore open the completely whitened ice covering the side of the ship, and the pattern covered with frost was peeled off under the ice. At this moment, everyone's face showed a look of horror.

Underneath was the paint that was about to fade. Under the huge red five-pointed star with yellow edges stood a crossed hammer and sickle with a yellow background, and a few English letters were painted with white paint next to it.

"YAMAL"

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"How is it possible! That's the Yamal!" Selma was stunned, and the knuckles that were holding the fixed table beside her turned slightly white because of the force.

Regirev gritted her teeth: "No!"

She said: "Although the appearance is almost exactly the same, the Yamal's paint is not like this!"

Nono looked to the side. The track map showed that the green cursor of the Yamal was still moving towards the polar circle at an almost uniform speed, which meant that Professor Mans was still sending them signals and coordinates through secret means.

The ship that hit was like a black iron wall, but the radar did not detect it in advance. It was the watchtower that discovered it. The man in charge of the alert saw the mountain-like shadow in the ice storm, and his legs were so weak that he immediately notified the first mate and the captain.

"Do you know the communication channel of Yamal?" Nono looked at Regis. At this time, the girl actually showed a calmness that even the most senior executive specialists could hardly have.

When Su Enxi handed the Imael to Nono, she told her that when the boss designed this ship, he referred to the movie Titanic. If it encountered an iceberg of the same level, it would only be the other party that would be smashed, not the Imael. But now they are not encountering an iceberg, but a high wall forged by steel. In this case, the collision will inevitably be a lose-lose situation.

This shows that Nono's calmness is precious.

Regislev was stunned for a moment. Although she didn't know why she was asking such a question at this time, she nodded.

"Go to the captain's room, cancel silent sailing, and turn on the satellite communication for me." Nono coldly ordered the captain of a maid team. She was a nun wearing a nun's uniform. She was born in Afghanistan and was a devout Catholic believer. Her weapon was the extremely violent Remington.

"You, go and help him access that communication channel." Almost instantly, Nono established the image of a leader in front of Regislev with a stern look, and then she looked at Constantine who was looking at her calmly.

Nono reached out and hugged him, "Depend on you." She said, rubbing Constantine's head like rubbing a cat. The boy grinned and showed a white tooth, and a delicate smile appeared on his face.

"Yeah." Constantine nodded.

All the self-rescue efforts of the Imer have failed. The first mate who still stayed in the steering room could only turn the Imer 90 degrees when the icebreaker on the opposite side hit it, so that the side where the airtight compartment, watertight compartment and sailor's cabin were located would be hit.

Now the only one who could stop all this from happening was God.

And there happened to be a god beside them.

Constantine, the king of bronze and fire.

All metals in the world must prostrate themselves before him. (End of this chapter)