Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 201 Now You Are Not Happy To Die (3k)

"It's almost enough, Mingfei, you upstart act too professionally."

Angers smiled wryly in the headset.

He had been silent just now, and even showed off to Elizabeth triumphantly.

But Lu Mingfei planned to use 1 million US dollars to buy two broken knives, which still made him a little nervous.

The cub sells Ye Tian's heart, oh, this is Lu Mingfei's own money.

Angers felt sorry for him too. It's not easy for young people to save some property, so they can't just squander it like this.

"I'm not playing the nouveau riche, I just want to film it."

Lu Mingfei replied.

"Is there anything special about these two knives?"

Anger was puzzled.

Although they look like two good knives, they are nothing more than that.

I can only listen to what can kill the Dragon King and the like. A knife piercing the heart is also a kill, and scratching the scales of the Dragon King is also a kill.

It's fine if the seller shows off, even if it's a big seller like Sotheby's auction house.

"I think it's very suitable for Brother Chu Zihang to use them, and I plan to use them as his gift for joining the regiment."

Lu Mingfei said.

This is also one of the traditions of the Crimson Star, although it was founded by him.

At the beginning of the renaissance of the war group, every recruit is a treasure in Lu Mingfei's eyes.

He poured a great deal of new blood into the hopes of these chapters, and he gave each recruit a gift when they completed their transformation.

Sometimes it's a hand-built chainsword, sometimes it's a hand-tuned bolter.

Lu Mingfei believed that such a move would help increase the centripetal force of the recruits towards the battle group, and it turned out to be true.

Even as the Chapter grew in size, he did not completely end the tradition.

As long as he is not on a mission, Lu Mingfei will still give those recruits gifts for joining the regiment.

However, it is generally no longer a weapon, but a book read or written experience.

The most popular at present is his own portrait of the Emperor, which is said to have become a hard currency comparable to precision weapons in the Space Marine Chapter.

Lu Mingfei once thought about whether to draw more, but thought that this was too impious, and the war group no longer needed him to raise supplies, so he gave up.

"A group gift."

Ange's tone became more gentle.

What a young and beautiful brotherhood, like when he and Menek had seen those white thighs on the Cambridge beach.

It's a pity that Meinek has already been buried in the fire he released, and he can only take over Meinek's broken knife and move forward indomitably towards the abyss of revenge.

However, Ming Fei should not let the tragedy happen again.

"Just tell me if you don't have enough money, even if the school allocates funds for your club."

Ange said with a smile.

"it is good."

Lu Mingfei ended the communication, and the host over there also started calling for prices.

“1亿2千万美元第一次，1亿2千万美元第二次，1亿2千万美元第.”

"$1 million."

He held up his number plate.

Freddy breathed a sigh of relief, now he doesn't have to be taken advantage of.

"You won. You are indeed a mixed race from Huaguo. Just like your compatriots, you have more money in your pocket than brain cells."

He shrugged, left a sarcasm and sat down.

And the guests present also let out low laughter because of his words.

"Aren't you angry?"

Tang Sen carefully looked at Lu Mingfei, but found that his expression was normal.

"Why are you angry?"

He asked rhetorically.

"He not only raises the price maliciously, but also insults you and your compatriots."

Townsend points out Freddy's disgusting behavior.

"That alone is not enough to make me angry."

Lu Mingfei said lightly.

It's just a noisy bug. If there is a chance, he will kill him easily, but there is no need to waste emotions.

"Excellent, is this what you Orientals say is tolerance is greatness?"

Tang Sen raised his thumb.

"Well, almost."

Lu Mingfei didn't bother to point out the mistakes in his idiom application. It was enough for a rich second-generation American to learn this level at noon.

Anyway, he should not plan to go to Huaguo to shoot videos, conduct live broadcasts, and poke fans.

“1亿4千万美元第一次，1亿4千万美元第二次，1亿4千万美元第三次。”

"Congratulations to this gentleman for taking pictures of this round of collections. Alright, let's move on to the fifth collection."

The host finally let go of his clenched fist, and started the next round of auction as if rushing to get off work.

This time, it was a mature woman wearing a light gauze and a gold headdress. The exposed wheat-colored skin reflected a healthy luster, just like Cleopatra in the movie.

And the box she held in her hand was also different, it was a small golden pharaoh coffin.

The host opened the coffin, and inside was Angers' target this time.

"These two arrowheads were found in the pyramid of an Egyptian pharaoh. In order to get them, a dozen expedition members were bitten into bones by alchemy beetles."

"Our alchemists were unable to identify the function of the two arrowheads, but speculated that there should be some connection between them."

"Collectors don't want to see the treasures covered in dust, so they hand them over to our bank for auction, hoping that people who know them can take them and play their true role."

"The burial objects from ancient Egyptian pharaohs, mysterious alchemical objects with unknown functions, we give a starting price of 300 million US dollars."

Obviously, no matter how the host packs it, this is still a three-nothing product with unknown creator, unknown material and unknown effect.

So after he gave the starting price, no one called for a price.

"$305 million."

Ten seconds later, Lu Mingfei raised his number plate.

The guests let out a low laugh, apparently this upstart was not stupid enough to pay high prices for everything.

"$310 million."

As long as someone bids, other buyers will follow suit.

It's just that compared to the addition of tens of millions of levels before, the competition of Worm Arrow is pitifully small.

After seven or eight rounds of price increases, the bidding price of Worm Arrow finally reached 400 million US dollars.

"$500 million."

Lu Mingfei also seemed a little impatient, and directly raised the bidding price by a large amount.

"$600 million."

Freddy held up his number plate and smiled back at him.

"$1000 million."

Lu Mingfei raised his number plate without stopping.

"$1500 million."

Freddy was equally tit-for-tat.

"here we go again."

The host was howling in his heart, but he couldn't stop them from bidding.

He had asked his assistant to notify the boss, but there was no reply, and he could only watch the bidding price skyrocket to an absurd figure.

"A billion dollars."

said Freddy sternly.

This time he didn't intend to back down. New York was the New York of the North American Mixed Race Alliance, and the guys from Kassel would never be allowed to do whatever they wanted.

After shouting out the price, Lu Mingfei fell silent again.

Because Angers was complaining in the headset.

"The guy from the North American Mixed Race Alliance is so hot, he has to fight me."

"So I said that it is not a wise decision for you to let me be the trustee."

He stabbed Angers again in the heart.

"Hey, a wise man is bound to make a mistake. No matter what, we must get the bug arrow today, before the vampires from Wall Street ride on us. Big deal, I'll just take a few more special planes later."

Ange said solemnly.

Seeing that Lu Mingfei didn't respond for a while, Freddy became a little anxious again.

He can still get 1 million US dollars, but 2 million US dollars will really hurt his muscles and bones.

If the family knows that he spent 2 million dollars to buy a Sanwu collection, the selection will be straight to the end.

Seeing Lu Mingfei sitting there with a blank face, Freddy decided to stimulate him again.

"What? Don't we have enough S-level money? Shall I lend you some?"

He said in a frivolous tone.

Lu Mingfei ignored him at all and continued talking to Angers.

"This guy, it seems that he is not as provocative as he imagined, he needs to take some strong medicine."

Freddy rolled his eyes and suddenly thought of something.

"I heard that you played a superhero in Juarez before. Unfortunately, you seem to have done nothing. The gangsters retaliated and killed a lot of civilians, and 'God's Blood' sold even better."

He said with feigned regret.

"Fuck! Mingfei, don't be impulsive."

Angers exclaimed immediately when he heard Freddy's words, but the communication had been unilaterally cut off.

"It's over, this kid is hopeless. How does Henkel cultivate the next generation? I think the North American Mixed Race Alliance will end sooner or later."

He sighed.

"Isn't that nice?"

Elizabeth smiled slightly.

"Well there?"

Angers was puzzled.

"These people in North America always laugh at the fact that the secret party is old, and they always look forward and backward in doing things. Now let them see how unstoppable the new blood of the secret party is."

Elizabeth had a look of watching the show.

"Oh, I hope nothing serious happens."

Angers said that, but Elizabeth had the same expression on his face.

"What did you say?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"I said you failed as a superhero."

Freddy replied, secretly pleased that the guy was hooked.

"It's not this sentence, it's the last sentence."

He shook his head.

"Er, I said 'God's Blood' sold better."

Freddy said with some confusion.

"You guys are selling 'God's Blood'?"

"Of course not, we are law-abiding citizens, how can we sell drugs?"

Freddy categorically denied it and boasted.

But the expressions on his face are saying, that is, how do I sell?
The mixed-race group is a group that advocates violence and secrecy, and the history of most mixed-race organizations started from gray or black industries.

Therefore, Freddy did not shy away from talking about the "divine blood".

Because many of the people here are buyers of divine blood.

"Give me the information on the organization that sells 'God's Blood'."

Lu Mingfei said as gently as possible.

"The Connery family is not the DEA (U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration), and there is no time to investigate any addict organization. Besides, even if you are, why should I hand it over to you? Are you the President of the United States?"

Freddy laughed exaggeratedly.

How could he hand over the information of the seller of "God's Blood", and he still expects them to research more exciting drugs.

The addictive drugs on the market have long been unable to satisfy him. If it weren't for the stimulation of "divine blood", Freddy would go crazy.

Or, he has gone mad.

"Now you're not happy to die."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

In the next second, he flew over the crowd, and five fingers like steel forks grabbed Freddy's head.

(End of this chapter)