Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 225 "Sacred Blood" Factory

Taking Guzman, whose bleeding was forcibly stopped, the pest control team boarded the armored vehicle and drove away.

The gang members who heard the movement on the road were also ruthlessly killed by heavy machine guns and submachine guns.

Guzman saw blood dripping from his heart. This is the elite that he spent countless energy and money to raise, and it is also the main force he uses to fight against the government forces.

It is precisely because of these daring and well-trained subordinates that he can secure his position as the Mexican drug addict.

But now, they are all dead with his drug empire.

Guzman stared at Lu Mingfei's boots with resentful eyes, he didn't even dare to raise his head, for fear that they would find out his dissatisfaction.

In fact, he was worrying too much, Lu Mingfei didn't care about his mental activities.

Whether Guzman is obsessed or repentant will not change his decision.

It is the Emperor's business to forgive him, and Lu Mingfei is only responsible for sending him to see the Emperor.

The armored vehicle slammed into a factory building. This is the industrial area of ​​Culiacan, which mainly produces some daily necessities and clothes.

In the southeast corner of the industrial area, there is a particularly conspicuous factory surrounded by tall walls and high-voltage power grids. Armed personnel with live ammunition are guarding each exit, and some people are leading tall hounds to patrol continuously.

"This is the factory that produces 'God's Blood'."

Guzman gritted his teeth and said.

"Can you take us in?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"No, those guards who are not mine are all directly subordinates of the temple."

He shook his head.

"Temple?"

"The temple is the organization behind 'Divine Blood', which has continued from the ancient Aztec Empire to the present, with influence throughout Mexico and even the entire Latin America."

Guzman said.

Lu Mingfei frowned. The information given to him by the North American Mixed Race Alliance was not there.

He thought he could solve the problem once and for all, but now he seems optimistic.

Seeing Lu Mingfei's downcast face, Guzman was instinctively afraid at first, but he quickly reacted and asked boldly.

"Are you worried about the temple's revenge?"

"I'm just worried that one kill won't be clean."

he said lightly.

Guzman shrank his neck, and the murderousness in Lu Mingfei's words made his neck chill.

"If I can provide you with important information, can you keep me alive?"

he thought for a while and asked.

"No, but you can die a little easier."

It seemed that he also felt that this was too cold, Lu Mingfei added.

"If you have children under the age of three, I can take them away and keep them safe."

Guzman's eyes dimmed at first, and then regained a little light.

"Then take Salma away, she is my youngest child, she is only two years old this year."

He sighed.

"Okay. Tell me."

Lu Mingfei agreed to his condition.

"The director of the factory, Zhu An, told me when we were drinking that he was going to the headquarters recently. If he could show his face in front of those big shots, he might be able to get transferred from here. I think there may be some big moves in the temple recently. , the great people will gather together."

Guzman said.

If so, that is indeed important information.

Lu Mingfei didn't expect to wipe out the Divine Blood Organization at one go, as long as he could wipe out all the high-level people, that would be regarded as the achievement of the goal.

"Do you know where the headquarters are?"

he asked.

"I don't have enough status in the organization to go there. But Zhu An must know."

Guzman said honestly.

At the same time, he smiled maliciously, for this old friend was coming to keep him company soon.

The armored vehicle Kai directly broke into the factory area and went straight to the "Sacred Blood" factory.

Even though the sound of the engine has been noise-reduced, road noise and tire noise are still unavoidable.

The factory guards quickly heard the movement and activated the alert mechanism.

The searchlights on the tower were turned on, shining in the direction of the sound, and the machine gunners were already in position, ready to attack the suspicious personnel head-on.

When the black front of the car entered the range of the searchlight, the sound of an old-fashioned typewriter boomed.

Bullets rained down on the car body, and the sound of metal hitting was as dense as someone playing a dance of the bees on the hood.

But armored vehicles are like a will-o'-the-wisp boy who only likes to listen to mics, and he doesn't know how to appreciate them. He only knows how to step on the accelerator and rush forward.

"Play the tires."

shouted a wise guard.

The firepower that bloomed everywhere immediately stopped, and the bullets focused on the underside of the armored vehicle.

The armored vehicle modified tires use solid tires, which are directly cast from a thick rubber layer and covered with high-strength bulletproof fibers.

Ordinary pistols and rifles hit it like a mosquito bite, which basically does not affect driving.

However, since it is the "God's Blood" factory, the weapons used by the guards are naturally not goods.

The machine gunners on the tower used M2 heavy machine guns, and the caliber of 12.7 mm was still enough to blow out tires.

Machine gun bullets swept along the ground toward the armored vehicle, sending cement flying everywhere.

The crow slammed the steering wheel and passed by this round of fire.

"Do you have a heavy machine gun?"

He manipulated the steering wheel with one hand and held the vehicle weapon remote control with the other.

The muzzle of the heavy machine gun on the roof was raised, and it fired back fiercely at a tower of the factory.

The crow has low-quality ceramic steel armor protection, but the machine gunner on the opposite side does not.

The protective plate attached to the heavy machine gun was quickly penetrated, and the machine gunner behind did not know what to do, but the tower had already misfired.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two loud shots sounded, and the other tower fell silent.

Lu Mingfei dropped the heavy sniper rifle in his hand and looked out the window quietly.

Earth's moon is rounder and brighter than Terra's, perfect for killing people.

Against the firepower of the guards, the armored vehicle smashed into the closing gate.

"Use the spirit of speech, a quick battle."

Lu Mingfei drew out the dragon-slaying sword and slid out of the car door.

"Yes!"

The team members responded in unison, and the power of the elements began to gather towards them.

Jun Yan erupted again, and the fiery flames engulfed the guard on the left side of the car body, and the charred corpses were thrown flying by shock waves, hitting everywhere.

And the chief diva was not to be outdone, the emperor's chant turned into death sound waves, and the enemies hit by the sound cones all lay on the ground, bleeding from their orifices.

I don't know the reason, Chu Zihang's Jun Yan was weakened due to the suppression of the dragon blood, but Sakai Akina's speech ability was greatly enhanced.

Those in the way were cleared away, Lu Mingfei rushed to the factory door first, and then slashed open the thick solid steel door with a sword.

The workers working in the factory looked confused. Obviously, the sound insulation of the factory was so good that they didn't know what was going on outside.

But Lu Mingfei's face sank like water, because the scene in front of him seemed familiar.

There are naked Deadpools in each glass container. Their dragon-like degree is not high, and they can clearly see what they looked like when they were humans.

Some of the smaller containers contained Deadpool fetuses, covered in cyan scales that made them look like props from fantasy movies.

Next to the container, there are also metal tables equipped with restraint devices, and a worker is drawing blood from the restrained Deadpool.

Deadpool let out a sharp roar, but the worker's face was numb.

On another table, a female Deadpool is being cut open by sawtooth, and the fetus in her stomach is already clearly visible.

Lu Mingfei took a deep breath, his figure flickered like a phantom, and he grabbed a man who looked like a foreman in his hand.

"Where's Juan?"

he asked.

"I, I don't know."

The foreman said tremblingly.

Then he saw his eyes being gouged out with his own hands.

"Next time it's your gun and ammunition."

Lu Mingfei said coldly.

"There he is, there he is!"

The foreman pointed fearfully to a corner of the factory building, where there was a separate room.

"Kill them all."

Lu Mingfei smashed the foreman with the floor, turned around and rushed towards the office.

Because he was worried about Zhu An escaping or delivering a letter, he even started the sprint breathing method.

The distance of more than 20 meters was spanned by him in an instant. Lu Mingfei smashed the brick wall with one punch, and looked at Zhu An who was inside with a look of astonishment.

Zhu An didn't intend to run away, but with his lower body naked, he frantically exported to a female Deadpool who was tied to the dining table.

"Fake!"

He roared, startled and prying annoyance.

Zhu An pulled out the quenched barrel, picked up the gold version of the M1911 that was set aside and fired three shots in a row.

Just like this, he was still not relieved, and planned to use a machine gun later to beat this bastard who disturbed people's happiness into a hornet's nest.

Lu Mingfei slashed the bullet and threw Zhu An to the ground.

Although he tried his best to hold back his strength, Zhu An was almost crushed by the fall.

Both eyes were glassy from the concussion, as if half of the soul had gone to hell.

Lu Mingfei raised his foot, and the fifty-yard elastic steel boot stepped on his right leg, crushing the muscles and bones into mud.

The inhuman pain brought Zhu An's soul back to the human world. While crying, he tried to reach his legs with his hands, but he could only touch the cold edge of Zhanlongjian.

"Where is the headquarters of the temple?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"I'm just a factory manager, I don't know where the headquarters are."

Juan said twitching.

"Guzman has said everything, stop making unnecessary sophistry."

he sneered.

That bastard that deserves to go to hell!
Zhu An cursed in his heart.

"I can't tell you, otherwise I will be cut open by the temple warriors and use my heart to sacrifice to the gods, and my soul will be tortured forever on the Obsidian Mountain."

He shook his head.

The hell in Aztec mythology is called Mictlan, and the souls of the dead have to go through nine levels to reach hell.

One of them is to turn over an obsidian mountain called Iztpetl. The obsidian is very sharp, and the soul has to experience the pain of being cut when passing through it.

"If you don't tell me, you will be going through torture now. I will peel your skin, cut your breastbone open, dig out your heart and let you eat it yourself. And, you will live to see it digested .”

Lu Mingfei's tone was more piercing than the cold wind of hell.

(End of this chapter)