Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Following the small town where Lu Mingfei was born, a clash between an armored cluster and a dragon subspecies was re-enacted in the suburbs of Moscow thousands of kilometers away in just a few days.

The subspecies obtained by mutating dragon blood using the huge African wild boar as a sample generally weighs over 3,000 kilograms. When they gallop across the snowfield, they are like a natural disaster sweeping from the west to the east. However, when facing the T90 main battle tank weighing 46 tons, even if their bone plates have evolved to be able to withstand the frontal shooting of heavy machine guns, they can only be crushed into minced meat.

The clash between the steel torrent and the flesh-and-blood scourge decided the outcome in an instant. Dozens of organized main battle tanks formed an insurmountable wall of sighs. They led the way with slowly advancing artillery fire, piercing the limbs and back of the neck of the dragon-blooded subspecies with depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets, and then roared their engines and rolled over with tracks, stirring up a man-high layer of snow dust and broken flesh and bones.

Lu Mingfei no longer paid attention to the battle situation in the distance. He looked up at the display screen in the corner of the carriage. The densely packed robot dogs formed an iron wall that the specialists could not cross. The surfaces of the three shields erected by people were splashing dense sparks like a river, and the trajectory of the bullets had even reached the point where they would collide with each other.

Fortunately, Bunin was not prepared to kill them all. When the specialists who landed on the roof of the train from the helicopter finally had to abandon the vehicle and escape, the robot dog's locking crosshairs immediately stopped aiming at them.

"I have worked for this country for decades. Every piece of land in Moscow has been imprinted with my footsteps. The wealthy old man may indeed be able to rely on the huge flow of funds to open up an unimpeded passage in this country, but it is not enough to convince my allies to betray me in the end." Bunin said proudly, "I hope this will teach him a lesson... Alexander Bunin's name will be a forbidden zone in that academy."

Lu Mingfei, however, looked worried.

Things will not end so simply. Bunin may be well-known in the powerful circles in Moscow, but not most people in this world will buy into the Slavs' ideas.

The executive department serves as the spear and shield of the academy. Although not as crazy as Beowulf's hunting team, they still have the style of fighting to the death.

This time, Bunin relied on his connections in the army and the deployment made in advance on the train to achieve unexpected results. Next time, the executive department will come with more dangerous tactics and more thorough murderous intentions.

The beheader who can actually be used to carry out the most dangerous missions in the dark world has not yet taken action.

It is even possible that this attack was just Beowulf's test of Lu Mingfei's escort force during his trip to Siberia. Once he knew Bunin's strength, the next attack would be fatal.

The train broke through the obstruction from the other side of the ocean. The transmission rod turned to make the wheels move forward. The whistle roared. At the same time, the black clouds that were originally so low that they almost pressed down on the top of the mountain suddenly became heavier. A purple-white lightning stretched across hundreds of kilometers, tearing through the gaps in the black clouds.

A moment later, thunder roared and a heavy snow fell as if the sky was falling.

"Today's lunch is braised beef with carrots and onion soup, with unlimited black tea and vodka." Bunin stared out the window until he was finally sure that the pursuers had been completely dealt with. He smiled and clapped his hands, and the door connecting to the rear section of the carriage opened. Girls in black velvet stockings pushed tool boxes and dining carts in one after another.

Lu Mingfei looked up at the girls' faces and felt that each of them looked vaguely familiar...

"Mr. Lu has a strong desire to perform..." Bu Ning turned his eyes away awkwardly, because Lu Mingfei suddenly grinned and seemed to be making a face at him.

In fact, Her Royal Highness the Princess reached out her hand from where Mr. Bunin couldn't see and twisted the soft flesh around Lu Mingfei's waist.

"Does it look good?" Zero's eyes were extremely cold and dangerous.

"They look a little familiar. I feel like they were cast from the same mold." Lu Mingfei said in a low voice.

A rectangular dining table replaced the long oak table. After the white tablecloth was spread, a stew pot of stewed beef with carrots was immediately placed in the center of the table.

Ling said: "Whenever you see a girl who is even slightly pretty, you feel that she looks familiar?"

"Nonsense, I was struck by your beauty when I saw you before, and I didn't feel that you looked familiar at all." Lu Mingfei swore solemnly. Ling looked at him coldly, and although his face was still cold, a faint pink color appeared on his earlobe.

Surrounding the braised beef with carrots on the dining table were grilled saury, salt-baked Arctic shrimp and grilled Russian red sausage. Strong vodka was chilled in the jug, and five high-backed chairs were brought over and placed around the dining table.

It’s hard to say which region the food belongs to, but there are both Chinese and Russian dishes, which is quite rich for a place like this.

In just a few minutes, a luxury carriage was converted into a dining car. A moment later, the chef in a white coat pushed the oven to the side of the dining table. After practicing a set of fancy knife skills with a knife and fork, he lit the fire, picked up the tender beef that had been beautifully cut with a fork, and roasted it on the oven.

"There are five chairs." Lu Mingfei said.

Bunin nodded: "Of course, the passengers on this train are not just you and Her Royal Highness."

The box of the seven deadly sins was placed against the metal inner wall of the carriage, and Lu Mingfei nodded in understanding.

The door of the other carriage opened, and a young lady named Christina, wearing a gauze dress with flying hair, rushed over to hug Ling and Lu Mingfei one by one, but ignored her biological father Bunin.

Susie, with her hair in a high ponytail, followed closely behind him and nodded to Lu Mingfei after sitting down across the table.

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

"I made a deal with Mr. Bunin." Her Royal Highness exchanged glances with the old man. "It's just a promise from the Chinese half-bloods and the Bai family. It's not worth it for Bunin to send you to where you want to go."

"What's the meaning?"

"Thank you again..." Christina continued, "We will have to travel together for a long time."

"Kristina's mother was a star who was famous all over Moscow before the collapse of the Soviet Union. I spent ten years pursuing her and another ten years loving her, but in the end she left me because her family had a very rare genetic disease. That genetic disease was declared incurable since it appeared in my wife's mother in 1964." Bunin came to the main seat surrounded by those Belarusian girls. He was holding a glass filled with vodka in his hand, and his deep eye sockets and turbid pupils seemed to reflect some dim light.

"When Christina was pregnant, we were always worried whether she would inherit the disease, but there was no way to confirm it... because in the first 18 years, patients will not show any difference from ordinary people, but once symptoms appear, the final moment is not far away. The medical team has issued a critical illness notice to my daughter."

"AMS, right?" Lu Mingfei looked at Christina.

"Caesar told you," Christina said.

"Um."

Christina was silent for a long time: "Yes, I have always known that I am actually counting down my life every day since before I joined Kassel College."

Before she was part of the Nibelungen Project, she always carried a small bag large enough to hold her medicine bottles. Whenever she felt something was wrong with her body, Christina would take out the medicine that could temporarily suppress ALS from the bag and take it.

In fact, as early as before she was 18 years old, Christina had confirmed that she was a carrier of the ALS gene. Her condition had deteriorated very seriously before she entered Kassel College, and she always had to rely on drugs to temporarily relieve the physical pain.

So when Lu Mingfei asked her why she wanted to join Kassel College during the 3E exam, Christina said so firmly that it was to uphold the justice in her heart.

Life always has meaning, no matter it is short or long.

The meaning of an ambitious person's lifelong pursuit is power and money, and what a scientist pursues is to explore deeper truths. But in fact, think back to when you were still a child, you might also be bored in those boring classes and dreamed of saving the world.

Christina is not a maverick, but she has never changed her original intention.

"Last year, when we were carrying out the Abyss Plan, the three of us, Caesar, Chu Zihang and I, boarded the Trieste together. Before entering the Japan Trench, Caesar said that he chose to accept that life-threatening mission not for his own honor, but for you." Lu Mingfei looked at Christina.

She and Caesar are really the same type of people, both of them are always pursuing justice in their hearts.

"With Caesar's past achievements in slaying dragons, he had no way of convincing the school board to use the already extremely valuable Nibelungen Project on both him and you." Lu Mingfei sighed, "So he accepted the order of Operation Jiyuan, and in exchange asked the academy to terminate the final selection of the second batch of candidates for the Nibelungen Project at the ongoing stage, and directly include you in this time-consuming transformation plan... The original purpose of the Nibelungen Project was to create a hybrid monarch who was superior to the super hybrids, so the final outcome declared the bankruptcy of the academy's fantasy, but what is certain is that the experimental subjects who completed the Nibelungen Project can cure all diseases in their bodies, whether they are genetic or due to other reasons, so your ALS should have been cured."

"That's what it should have been, but the Nibelungen Plan is divided into two phases, and I had to leave the academy after completing only the first phase." Christina said after a moment's silence.

"But Mr. Bunin, why did you let Christina and I go to Siberia together? Have you confirmed that there is some medicine that can cure ALS hidden in Black Swan Harbor?" Lu Mingfei looked at the old man who was holding his onion soup.

"There is a genetic factory hidden in a city in Siberia. Before going to Black Swan Port, Her Royal Highness the Princess has promised me that she will first pass through that city to help me get genetic drugs that can cure ALS." Bunin explained.

Lu Mingfei looked at Ling, and Ling nodded slightly.

"Is this a deal?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"No, it's a request," Bunin said.

"Okay, I agree to your request." Lu Mingfei nodded, "Christina is my friend, I am willing to take risks for my friends."

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The sound of the whistle came from far away and echoed in the frozen harbor.

On the deck of the icebreaker, Caesar frowned and smoked a Cuban cigar fiercely.

The bearskin hat completely covered his head, but his ears were still red from the cold.

He heard the sound of leather boots hitting metal plates behind him, so he threw away the remaining half of his cigar, put on his gloves, and stretched his whole body.

"Do we really want to work for the academy? Go hunt down Lu Mingfei like they said." Caesar asked in a low voice.

"You have witnessed with your own eyes the scenes of him fighting with those Dragon King-level enemies. Ask yourself, can the two of us together be his match?" A deep male voice sounded beside him. Chu Zihang was wiping his long sword in the sunlight reflected by the iceberg.

Caesar was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head. "Although I am reluctant to admit it, Lu Mingfei is also a Dragon King-level target. There may not be much difference between him killing us and killing two ants." He said.

At the request of the academy, they are heading north along the coastline of the Far East of Siberia, preparing to enter Russia through a port in the north and find Lu Mingfei who is fleeing in the area based on Norma's positioning system.

"It makes no sense that the old guys in the Strategic Department wouldn't know what we ourselves know, so there must be some other reason why they insisted on sending us to carry out this mission," said Chu Zihang.

At the same time, he and Caesar were very clear that even if they found Lu Mingfei, they probably would not take action against him as the academy hoped.

Especially after confirming that Christina and Susie had been transferred from Chicago.

The bow of the icebreaker is crushing the floating ice on the sea in preparation for docking, and the engine of the heavy helicopter on the deck helipad has begun to warm up.

"Be careful. I always feel that the board of directors is plotting some conspiracy, and the main executors of that conspiracy are the two of us." Chu Zihang patted Caesar's shoulder.

Caesar spat, shaking the snow off his shoulders, "I know."

It was very unreasonable to let him and Chu Zihang be responsible for hunting down Lu Mingfei. Who in the academy didn't know that they were the biggest traitors before Lu Mingfei was exposed?

It might be more reliable to leave this matter to Finkel.

"Do you think it's funny?" Caesar suddenly asked.

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment and turned to look at him.

"I originally thought that I would be the one who would end the dragon rule together with the principal." Caesar said softly.

"Life is like this. There is always a gap between what you hope for and reality." Chu Zihang said,

"Your dad is a bastard Dragon King, and my dad doesn't even know if he's a human or a ghost."

"If I had the chance, I would really like to use Dick Tudo to pick out his heart and see if it is really black." Caesar said coldly, "My uncle Frost taught me one thing."

"What?"

"Rhine can't kill him." Caesar stroked his short hunting knife. (End of this chapter)