Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 224
"Who is Guzman?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

No one spoke, but a subconscious glance betrayed Guzman.

At this moment, Guzman felt angry and amused in his heart.

What is annoying is that someone dares to make trouble on such an important day.

What's funny is that when the other party doesn't come, he comes at this time.

In order to prevent the Americans from coming over to cause trouble, he has already arranged heavy troops near Goose Castle, and these guests themselves are all naturally powerful hybrids.

It’s true that there is a way to heaven if you don’t go, and there is no way to hell if you break in.

"I will give you a chance. If you kneel down and ask me for forgiveness, I will spare your life and cut off your hands, feet and tongue."

Guzman's tone was unexpectedly calm.

In front of distinguished guests, he must show grace, but also show fierceness.

The band stopped playing music, the servants stopped walking, and the guests stopped talking, all the light was on this short man.

Because he is Guzman, the boss of the Sinaloa group.

"puff."

In this solemn moment, a discordant voice emerged.

Everyone's eyes followed, and the crow covered his mouth with his hand.

"why are you laughing?"

Guzman tried to keep calm, but the corners of his mouth were already twitching.

"I remember happy things."

The crow said solemnly.

"What are you happy about?"

"I remembered that the Patriarchs were also like this last time, and then they were beaten up by Your Excellency Lu."

The crow smiled.

Chu Zihang gave him a strange look, is it really good to arrange the leadership like this?

Don't forget, among those who were beaten violently, there is also the master Yuan Zhisheng whom you swore to serve to the death.

"I'm really sorry to disturb everyone's elegant mood. Please move a little bit, and the trouble will be resolved soon."

Guzman bowed slightly, and immediately the servants led the guests to the rear.

"Kill them."

After the guests were transferred, he immediately gave the order.

Dozens of militants suddenly appeared in the corners of the hall and in the upstairs corridor, and opened fire violently at Lu Mingfei and the others.

This is their usual tactic, shooting wildly at the target vehicle, shooting the target and the vehicle body into a sieve.

However, the trick that has been tried and tested has completely failed this time.

Bullets of different calibers shot at the big black car with the same result, being bounced off by the armor and bulletproof glass.

It's just that the newly sprayed paint surface has been scratched off a lot, and it is estimated that it will cost 4 to 10 yuan to send it to a [-]S shop for repairs.

"Armored car?!"

Guzman's eyes widened, and he immediately rolled quickly and hid behind the pillar.

His three sons were stunned for a moment, and they also reacted, but it was too late.

Two submachine guns protruded from the car window and beat them into a hornet's nest.

The camouflage bag on the roof was also separated from it, revealing the heavy machine gun inside.

The ruthless metal storm hit the upstairs, and wherever it went, both the railings and the human body were beaten to pieces.

The task of manipulating the heavy machine gun was given to Crow, because there was no spare carapace for him.

Although there is also the body armor equipped by the Yanliu Research Institute, it is still far inferior to the carapace armor.

The door of the armored car Kai opened wide, and the members of the battle group swaggered out of the door.

The bullets kept hitting them, but they couldn't make these emperor's soldiers retreat half a point.

"Are you sent by the Americans?"

Guzman witnessed all this and asked in surprise and anger.

In his mind, only the Americans have such high-tech body armor.

"I'm here following the Emperor's will."

Lu Mingfei said lightly.

"You probably know me, I blew up your colleagues in Juarez once."

He added.

Guzman was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered the rumors not long ago.

"Are you the angel of death?"

"good."

Lu Mingfei nodded.

"There are so many addicts in the world, can you kill them all? Messenger of Justice."

Guzman spat on the ground.

"Whether I kill them or not has anything to do with whether you die or not?"

He asked rhetorically.

Lu Mingfei found that the idea of ​​these villains was really strange, just like a Slaanesh demon he once sealed.

He found it on a garden world, and tracked it across two sectors for 30 years.

When he finally blocked it in an uninhabited underground cave, the Slaanesh demon asked Lu Mingfei angrily why he didn't chase them after so many Chaos demons were more harmful than it.

At that time, Lu Mingfei did not answer, but directly sealed it with a sacred relic of the state religion.

But if he were asked to answer, then the answer would be, because it was you who I discovered.

If he found other demons, then Lu Mingfei would chase them.

As a fighter, he doesn't want to think too much.

In addition to the tasks assigned by the emperor and the empire, his principle of action is to kill when he sees evil.

Guzman was speechless, his face turning purple with shame and burst capillaries.

"Battlemaster, what about these people?"

Chu Zihang asked.

Lu Mingfei held Guzman's neck and looked around the hall, and everyone who was caught by his gaze could not help but shudder.

Because they all saw the crater in the ground, the crater that even the grenade wasn't blown out, but it was just stepped on by this man.

And Guzman, who weighs more than 160 kilograms and is proficient in boxing, was held in his hand like a butcher holding a rooster waiting to be slaughtered.

"Kill all but the servants."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

People who will come to Guzman's banquet will naturally not be good people.

Hearing his words, the mixed-race guests immediately moved.

The obscure dragon text is recited in a unique tone, amplified by the special structure of the hall, it is even more melodious and moving than the music just now, but it hides murderous intent.

Mrs. Vanu took out a blade and threw it into the air. The elemental wind drove them to rotate at a high speed, splitting into two paths and rushing towards Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang.

The sharp blade is a murderous weapon, and it is like a meat grinder when it rotates at a high speed.

No matter who is blown by this cutting wind, they will be shaved to the bone.

Word Ling·Yinliu, serial number 41.

This is the word spirit of the King of the Sky and Wind series. The releaser can control the flow of the wind in a large range with himself as the center.

The releaser can construct extremely thin but extremely strong airflow channels at will, which is called "yin flow".

The yin current itself does not have a strong lethality, but if the miniature knives are thrown into the airflow, these knives will be accelerated to an incredible high speed, producing astonishing lethality.

Moreover, the speech spirit's control over the air is extremely precise and subtle, and it can control multiple airflow channels at the same time. With sufficient knives, the speech spirit can create a metal storm comparable to multiple heavy machine guns firing at the same time.

Facing the wind of death, Chu Zihang did not intend to panic at all.

The fiery golden pupils reappeared, and Long Wen read out in a more concise rhythm.

There was a violent explosion, and the violent flame storm directly destroyed the slender air flow channel, melting those blades into molten iron.

The insidious draft is nothing before the king's flame.

"Jun Yan!"

The Vanu lady who came from a famous family recognized this high-risk speech spirit, and her heart tightened immediately.

When did Guzman provoke such a powerful hybrid, if he knew she would kill him, he would not agree to come to this party.

"My lord, we are just Guzman's guests and not his friends, and we will never participate in the conflict between you, please don't kill him"

Her soprano-like cry was terminated by the sharp blade passing through her throat. The throwing knife thrown by Lu Mingfei was faster and more powerful than the blade driven by her speech spirit.

"When you step into the door of evil, your fate is doomed."

he said lightly.

With this greatest threat eliminated, the remaining hybrids and militants are even more vulnerable.

It took the team just five minutes to clear the battlefield, even those who hid in the room or escaped by jumping out of the window.

Those servants were temporarily guarded by Chu Zihang and the others, while Lu Mingfei went to interrogate Guzman.

"Where is the factory of 'God's Blood' and the organization behind it? You only have one minute, and every ten seconds I will cut off a part of you."

He easily tore off Guzman's clothes, revealing his filthy body.

"Which organization did you send here? The North American Mixed Race Alliance or the Secret Party?"

Guzman asked back.

"Ten seconds are up."

Lu Mingfei said calmly, and then cut off his left palm.

Blood gushed out, but the flow immediately decreased, because Lu Mingfei pinched the fracture in his wrist to death.

"Let go of my hand, let go of my hand!"

The sudden sharp pain made Guzman's whole body stiff, but after he reacted, he couldn't help curling up, like a grilled shrimp.

"Then you're dead."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Let me die, let me die."

Guzman yelled.

"You will, but not now. With your physical fitness, you can withstand at least half an hour of interrogation."

He assessed carefully.

"You don't know how powerful they are. If you kill me, they will avenge me. You and your family will suffer a hundred times more than me."

Even if he became an interrogation tool, Guzman did not change the brutal nature of the addict.

"Is it stronger than the Secret Party?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

Guzman was stunned when he heard the words. The name of the secret party was not obtained by other hybrids, but by killing dragons and fallen hybrids for thousands of years.

Even he is embarrassed to say that the organization behind it is stronger than the Secret Party.

"Are you from the Secret Party?"

he asked.

"We are a partnership."

Lu Mingfei corrected.

"I can give you information, but you must swear to keep me safe."

Guzman said after weighing the pros and cons.

"You are not qualified to negotiate terms. The 30 seconds are up."

A sword light that cannot be seen by the naked eye flashed, and Guzman lost another right hand and a left sole.

The triple pain caused him to roll his eyes, and passed out from the pain, but was awakened by Lu Mingfei's nerve stimulation.

"What do you want?"

he cried out, his voice hoarse.

"Where is the factory of 'God's Blood' and the organization behind it?"

Lu Mingfei repeated the question again.

"I said I said, don't torture me."

Guzman's line of defense was finally breached.

This addict who always thinks that the victim's bones are not strong enough, did not last longer when he was tortured.

"It's not as good as wise Asuya."

Lu Mingfei said disdainfully.

"Uh."

The crow on the side looked weird after hearing this sentence, and didn't know whether he should be proud or not.

(End of this chapter)