Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

Every few steps on this road, there would be a transportation hub similar to the wooden house where Sonya, Valodia and the others stayed when they got on the train. Later, every time the Brin special train they were riding in passed these transportation hubs, a new carriage would be added.

After the carriage door was opened, new young faces rushed out and hugged Bunin.

Those were luxurious bulletproof carriages, and the young people in them came from all over the country. Their fathers or grandfathers were all big figures who were famous throughout the republic during the Soviet era.

These people's independent carriages and dining cars were attached to the back of Bunin's special train. Sometimes they would pass by the carriage where Lu Mingfei and Ling were on their way to where the old man was.

Their names were Alexei, Nikolai and Semyon... Each of them sounded like they had experienced that war-torn era and followed the Red Army on the expedition to Berlin.

At this time they were very close to their destination. The powerful front of the car pushed out two-meter-high snow waves on both sides. Nearby was a dense cedar forest. The vast undulating snow-capped mountains looked like the back of a white giant beast showing its face on the earth.

The special train passed by Lake Baikal and was heading north along this railway that spans the entire Siberia. The temperature dropped as it went north. Originally, one could still see some rich mountain scenery, but now all that could be seen was a barren expanse of white.

A banquet was being hosted by Bunin in the dining car directly connected to the front of the train. Groups of young people were chatting and laughing as they passed by the corridor outside Lu Mingfei and Ling's compartment.

Each of them was youthful, with rosy skin, some had freckles on their faces, and some had hair as red as burning flames.

But looking through the cat's eye, Lu Mingfei felt that their eyes seemed to hide a century of desolation, and when they passed by the door, they were like withered evil spirits walking along a country path.

He was originally surprised by the vicissitudes of life that Valodia and Sonya occasionally revealed, but he explained to himself that it was actually the unique depth of the Russians.

But that day, after leaving the dining car, Ling did not return to his room. Instead, he squeezed into Lu Mingfei's bed wrapped in fleece pajamas.

The girl's body was soft and tender. From behind, her collarbones were exposed and her curves were as icy as jade, but the fragrance emanating from her body was that of a cold honeysuckle.

Just when Lu Mingfei was distracted and at a loss, Ling said that Sonya was old enough to be your grandmother.

Lu Mingfei didn't understand what he meant for a moment, until Ling took his hands and wrapped them around his waist, snuggling in his arms.

Lu Mingfei was still thinking about Sonya when he suddenly felt a piece of jade in his arms. His heart moved slightly as he realized that the princess was so petite.

Although he already knew about this...

Ling then repeated to Lu Mingfei exactly what Bunin had said to her at the Karominsk Manor.

She said that the reason she didn't tell him right away was because this matter was too unbelievable. Although the serum extracted from the bodies of pure-blooded dragons did have some panacea effects, the ability to make people look younger and even make it impossible to tell the passage of time was simply a miracle and was beyond the scope of medicine.

But after meeting Valodia, Sonya and Okinets that day, Zero had confirmed the truth of what Bunin said.

A real young person shouldn't have that kind of look.

The lifeless and dull aura about them could not be hidden in the eyes of someone like Zero who possessed mirror pupils.

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, then he put his arm around the princess' waist and said, "Then why are you sharing the bed with me?"

"Because that's our character setting. We are a couple, so of course we should live together." Ling's tone was indifferent, but Lu Mingfei knew that her heart was not as calm as she appeared.

Because the tips of the girl's ears had turned red without her knowing.

——When Susie knocked on the door, all of Bunin's guests had gone to the dining car. Lu Mingfei yawned and opened the door, and saw a girl with makeup as light as water waiting at the door with a smile on her face.

"Where's Christina?"

"She's passed away...those people and Christina are old friends," Susie said.

Lu Mingfei nodded, put on his coat, and followed Susie to the end of the corridor.

The young people who had boarded the train in the past few days had already gathered in Brin's carriage. They hugged, kissed, and exchanged greetings. Waiters in tuxedos walked among the crowd and handed each person a small glass of liquor.

When Lu Mingfei pushed the door and walked in, everyone looked in their direction, and those young faces showed an expression that looked like both fear and respect.

The old guys who disguised themselves as children certainly would not express their respect for the two young Chinese people. Their awe would only be dedicated to the huge organization behind Ling, the Romanov family.

Bunin rang the bell, making a clear sound that drew everyone's attention. The old man smiled and pushed open the next door at the end of the carriage. "Since everyone who should be here today is here, let's get ready to start the dinner," he said. "This is the last dinner we can enjoy before entering City 023."

Everyone followed Bunin Fish Restaurant into the dining car.

The train slowed down, and as it swayed, the crystal pendants on the edge of the brass lamp stand on the long dining table jingled like wind chimes. Christina had returned to Lu Mingfei's side without him noticing, and she touched his ankle with the tip of her shoe.

"Some familiar faces are not here now." She leaned over and whispered in Lu Mingfei's ear.

Lu Mingfei didn't understand.

"Some of them died, and some got the drugs they wanted in the last auction." Christina whispered, "Similar auctions may not be limited to Russia. There may be financial oligarchs and capitalists around the world who are manipulated by similar means."

In fact, after being reaped for many years, most of Moscow's wealth fell into the pocket of the boss behind the scenes as mentioned by Bunin. If he replicated this model and promoted it around the world, how much money would disappear from the books in modern history?

Human wealth could have been used to realize more ideals, but now it has become a spring of fresh water that helps old people like rotten wood to prolong their lives.

"I know every account he has in every bank, but I just checked those accounts when he was away, and there's not a penny in them." Christina stared at the back of the man in front of her who was hunched over like an old bear, and whispered to Lu Mingfei, "I think even if the boss is willing to reopen the auction, the passengers on this train probably don't plan to spend money to buy."

Lu Mingfei's pupils contracted slightly.

He had never been inside any of the passengers' private compartments, but given the size of the private spaces, it would probably be no problem to cram in an entire reinforced platoon.

If they just used the space to store some heavy firepower weapons or hide a mercenary group, it might be even easier.

Looking at those smiling young people around, they appear healthy, friendly and helpful, but in fact, their veins are filled with dark red and rotten blood. As early as nearly a hundred years ago, they were active on the battlefield, and their hands are stained with the blood of countless people.

They were never capitalists who only knew how to exploit the proletariat, but rather desperate criminals who had gained merit in World War I or World War II.

The boss behind Bunin may have used the drug extracted from dragons to control them for many years, using time as a bargaining chip to make these old guys work for him and help him steal the entire Russian property. However, human ambition and desire are endless. Sonya, who looks lively and cheerful, may have been sharpening her knife fifty years ago, ready to use blood and fire to snatch her life from the devil's hands.

Nearly twenty high-backed gilded chairs surrounded the long and narrow dining table, and silver tableware was arranged in a simple and cold cross shape on the scarlet velvet tablecloth.

Bunin puffed on his cigar, and the smoke was carried by the heating system back to the glass windows, condensing into cold white window grilles.

The violent storm and heavy snow raging outside the window crushed the car lights in the twilight into tiny rays of light. The special train was entering a bend, and the rays of light streaked across the top and the mountainside as the front of the train turned.

After everyone was seated, Bunin raised his glass first. His eyes were black, but for a moment they seemed to be ignited and burst out with a deep, icy majesty.

"The last time we had a gathering like this was in January 1985," he said, swirling his glass filled with vodka.

Ice cubes floated in the amber liquid, and this usually hunchbacked old man sat as straight as a KGB officer.

The Cold War was in full swing in 1985. Two years earlier, in 1983, Ronald Reagan first proposed the Star Wars plan in Congress. On January 4, 1985, the plan was officially launched by the US government.

Bunin is far from being as old as Okinietz. He is a member of the new generation born after the war and was in his prime during the Cold War.

It is not difficult to imagine that after the United States proposed the Star Wars plan, the Soviet government must have made a corresponding response, and another matching experimental project may have taken place in City 023.

"You've spoken out of turn, Bunin," said Semyon softly, with features as firm as steel. He had the face of a young man of twenty, but his left eye still bore the scar of a gunshot wound from the Tsarist era.

“It should be our fathers who sat with you in 1985.”

Bunin stared into Xie Miao's eyes. After a moment, Xie Miao looked away. Then Bunin smiled and said, "Now we are together again. Let's celebrate our friendship that has lasted for two or even three generations."

After he said this, he drank the vodka in the glass. Everyone else at the table, except Lu Mingfei and his group, picked up the vodka and poured the liquid in the glass down their throats.

"To our friendship," they said.

The banquet had just begun, and soon the atmosphere became lively again. There was a waiter standing behind each guest, and as soon as their glasses were emptied, new vodka would be poured into them.

Sonya, who concealed her flaming youth, sat next to Lu Mingfei, but she didn't seem to be in a very good mood today.

The woman's perfume was the scent of Siberian iris, not strong but refreshing. On her wrist, which was exposed when she held her chin, was a string of faded amethyst pendants. The chain was silver, like a tiny baby snake.

"My family needs that kind of gene medicine so badly. If the boss is unwilling to reopen the auction for the Romanov family, the old man might not even make it through this year." The fingertips painted with dark red nail polish sparkled under the light. "It's really sad. People who use this method to survive are just living in this world in exhaustion."

Lu Mingfei was in a dilemma as he had never been injected with a similar serum. Even if he had, it was a substance extracted from Norton's Dragon Bone Cross when he was receiving Nibelung in another world line.

He noticed that Susie's eyes were quietly scanning the eyes of every guest.

As expected of a girl who would later become a decapitation expert, she would always find the most threatening guy first in a new environment and look for the most efficient escape route.

"Look in their eyes," Zero said as she pierced the foie gras with her silver fork.

Lu Mingfei looked at them one by one and noticed that everyone's pupils, except Bunin, were glowing an unnatural golden color, as if someone had mixed dragon's blood into vodka.

"Among all the people here, only Alexander Bunin is clean. He is the only one who has never been baptized by serum, and he himself is not a naturally awakened hybrid." Ling said.

Lu Mingfei understood.

Most of the people who were invited by Bunin had already had enough of their boss's exploitation. They boasted that they had gained powerful strength, so they felt that they could resist those things that once seemed doomed to be irresistible. This was a group of thugs armed with dragon blood. Before they boarded the train, they had already planned to use knives to snatch what they wanted from the city.

"What should we do then?" Lu Mingfei asked in a low voice.

He stared at the end of the dining car, where a waiter in a white uniform stood, holding a silver tray with black bread oozing dark red juice.

"Let's adapt to the situation. I heard that the serum comes from Li Wu Yue's other body. Maybe we can go and take a look." Ling also lowered her voice. At the same time, she helped Lu Mingfei cut open the deer heart with cherry sauce.

At this time, a vertical hurricane suddenly came down in the blizzard in the twilight of Siberia.

Groups of heavy helicopters were approaching both sides of the tracks at a speed similar to that of trains. Those steel monsters were like giants, casting shadows that covered the sky and the sun over the land.

Lu Mingfei was not worried that these helicopters were sent by the academy because Bunin did not show any panic.

It seems that it is impossible to transport them to the legendary City 023 by relying solely on railways.

Those helicopters should lift all the carriages here and send them to the tracks outside the city.

Lu Mingfei had experienced something similar before. When he was carrying out a cross-sea mission, the carriage he was in was carrying a large amount of weapons and equipment. In order to transport these weapons and equipment to the other side, the academy dispatched three super stallions to transport him and the carriage across the dozens of kilometers long strait. (End of this chapter)