Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 336 Help Me Kill Someone
A small town in Texas is still buzzing tonight.

After finishing their work, the rednecks came to the town one after another from their respective farms, looking for some fun while relaxing their tired bodies.

On the days when there are no celebrations or games, their fun is often to drink and brag in the bar to watch the game.

But today, an unexpected visitor came to the town.

A Lamborghini Roadster rolls into town with brighter headlights than an Audi.

The rednecks passing by focused their gazes on the sports car with unfriendly expressions.

They like pickups, or muscle cars like Mustangs and Challengers.

Boyle cars like roadsters that are used to pick up girls are simply dancing on redneck thunder spots.

And it's still a Lamborghini, and even pink!
This sports car, which was incompatible with the atmosphere of the small town, drove to the entrance of a tavern and stopped.

The shape of the tavern is also quite ancient, with wooden exterior walls and roofs, wooden doors with movable panels, and the appearance of a tavern in a standard western film.

The idle rednecks exchanged glances and walked towards the Lamborghini.

Just as they were about to start with Mazefak, the co-pilot pulled himself out of the car.

Lu Mingfei stepped out of the car door and scanned the surroundings with condescending eyes.

Those caught by his gaze stopped involuntarily, and then pretended to chat on the spot, or passed by with a stiff expression.

"Mazefak, this guy is too big."

A redneck whispered.

"Yeah, I doubt he'd be able to slap my cow on the ass,"

So did his red-necked companion.

A Chinese who was so strong and outrageous came to their small town, obviously prepared.

No matter whether he wants to punish rape and eradicate evil or make some trouble, it's best not to get involved in it.

Rednecks have their own philosophy of survival.

Lu Mingfei ignored their whispers, bent down and walked into the western tavern.

There were not many people in the tavern, sitting around the tables in twos and threes.

Some are playing poker, some are watching TV, and some are playing mahjong.

Lu Mingfei's eyes stayed on the mahjong table for a few seconds. Even with his eyes, the table was a bit abrupt.

"Where's that old Angers guy?"

Henkel's voice drew his attention.

"He still has school affairs. This is a matter of the battle group. I'll just talk to you."

Lu Mingfei sat opposite him.

The small beech chair creaked as he sat on it.

"You? I'm not belittling you, Lu Mingfei. The resources you have are not qualified enough to negotiate a deal with me."

Henkel took out a Marlboro and lit it in his mouth.

There was no irony in his tone, as the one who killed the Dragon King, Lu Mingfei was equal to him.

But as a leader, the Chapter and the North American Half-Blood Alliance are far behind.

At least that's how Henkel sees it.

"Then don't talk about the deal."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Then what?"

Henkel asked back.

"Talk about travel. I'm going on an armed trip with my Chapter to the Niger Delta."

he said lightly.

The Niger River Delta, located in southern Nigeria, West Africa, was formed by the impact of the Niger River.

The terrain is low and flat, the climate is hot and humid, and the annual precipitation is about 300 millimeters. The fishery and planting industry are relatively developed, and rice can even be grown.

By the way, there are some oil resources, not many, which is the world's No.12 rich oil and gas region.

"What do you want to do?"

Henkel scowled.

"I heard that you have built a new oil production plant in Nigeria, and I want to visit it."

Lu Mingfei didn't want to see him.

"Aren't you really Angers' illegitimate son?"

Henkel looked at him with disgust.

These two guys negotiate in exactly the same way. They always start threatening when they disagree, without any technical content.

Unmoved, Lu Mingfei began to drink the wine handed to him by the security guard.

It's a beer called Coors Light, very light, but rednecks love it.

Because the degree is very low, they can drink and chat all the time.

Lu Mingfei didn't like it, but he didn't hate it either, at least it was better than Caesar's eaux-de-vie.

Seeing his leisurely look, Henkel felt angry, but he had to admit that the sword hit his Achilles heel.

This time, the North American Mixed Race Alliance's new project in Nigeria has invested a huge amount of resources, and it is also the key to continue to expand its influence in Congress.

Once it fails, not only the North American Mixed Race Alliance will suffer heavy losses, but his leadership authority will also be hit.

"Tell me first, what do you want me to do?"

Henkel finally compromised.

It's not worth fighting with this kind of desperado for a while.

"Help find someone."

Lu Mingfei took out the three photocopied photos and put them in front of him.

"Dragon? Or a hybrid?"

Henkel picked up the photo and looked at it.

"I don't know, it's more likely an ordinary person."

He shook his head.

The mixed races in Japan are basically under the supervision of Saki Hachika, and even Akina Sakai has been recorded, and there are very few fish that slip through the net.

"Ordinary people? Ordinary people can let you threaten the leader of the North American Mixed Race Alliance?"

Henkel looked left and right, but he couldn't see that the girl in the photo had such charm.

"I promised someone else would get her back, no matter how hard it took."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Well, like something you'd make. More details?"

Henkel asked.

Regardless of their respective positions, he still admires Lu Mingfei very much, and is often jealous of Angers' shit luck, and found such an excellent successor for himself before he died.

"Her name is Ishihara Yumi, Japanese, and traveled to Arakhan about ten days ago. The last time she was seen was in Herat, where she was seen being pulled into a car by several US troops."

Lu Mingfei introduced.

"No wonder Angers asked you to ask me for help. I can help you, but what can I get?"

Henkel asked.

"You make a condition."

he said quietly.

Henkel still knows too little about him. In fact, Lu Mingfei already has a lot of resources.

Not to mention the support of the Japanese branch, he has other solutions for this matter alone.

For example, offer a reward of [-] million US dollars to find Yumi Ishihara.

It's just that this plan may lead to other risks, so it was ranked behind.

"I don't need money, and you don't want to give anything else. How about it, you kill someone for me."

Henkel said after thinking for a long time.

"Kill who?"

"A junior of mine."

Henkel said with a heavy face.

Lu Mingfei did not speak, waiting for his next words.

"His bloodline has congenital defects and is very unstable. But his father is an old subordinate of mine, so I didn't deal with him out of sympathy. But recently he has completely lost control and started hunting ordinary people at night. I'm planning to clean up the door, and it just so happens that you are the most suitable."

Henkel explained.

Whether he took action himself or sent a clean-up team, it was a bit hurtful.

"make a deal."

Lu Mingfei said.

Killing a degenerate hybrid is no more difficult than slicing a steak.

"Tell me your email address, and I'll send you the information."

Henkel said.

The two exchanged mailboxes and exchanged information.

"Then wish us a happy cooperation."

After solving an annoying matter, Henkel's mood improved a little.

"You can ask me for help in this kind of thing in the future."

Lu Mingfei said enthusiastically.

"Thank you, let's leave this curse to your secret party."

The old cowboy said angrily, then got up and left.

The loose-leaf sliding door creaked, and Lu Mingfei pushed the empty glass to the bartender.

"Bring a portion of all the special food here."

(End of this chapter)