Dragon Clan: Thought So Far.

"With the Kalominsk Manor as the center, the area within a three-kilometer radius is Alexander Bunin's exclusive air defense identification zone. The old fox knows very well how many people he has offended during his years of doing business. He values ​​his life very much, so the security here is probably even stricter than that of Elizabeth Palace." When Her Royal Highness said this, the extended Cadillac they were riding in was moving towards the interior of the manor along a cobblestone path with sculptures of great men on both sides.

The neatly trimmed lawns are filled with SAM-6 anti-aircraft missile vehicles, which date back to the 50s.

If he entered any other private area, Lu Mingfei would think that they were just empty shells placed in front of the owner's door to decorate the gate. But now, after hearing Her Royal Highness the Princess' description of the Karominsk Manor, he has reason to believe that these hundred-eyed giants that once shone brightly during the Soviet era will burst out with amazing vitality and firepower when necessary.

In addition, there are organized T6 tanks with their muzzles and gun barrels covered with rainproof cloth. Their anti-aircraft machine guns are shiny and look as new as if they had just left the factory.

Every member of the honor guard who patrolled the manor openly carrying PPSh submachine guns was as strong as the steel tough guy Arnold in Robocop. Snow piled up on the brims of their bearskin hats, and their eyes scanned the directions fiercely. They were grouped in threes and could definitely merge into an indestructible steel torrent when necessary.

Moscow is undoubtedly a highly modern city, where countless cameras are pointed at Lu Mingfei at all times.

There is no doubt that Kassel Academy has already learned the information that he and Eri have moved from Hefei to Russia.

For various reasons, the vast majority of mixed-race people in Russia are not interested in the Secret Party, so the Moscow branch cannot win over the vast majority of mixed-race people of high bloodline in a region like branches in other countries.

In Chicago and even in the entire North American region, the executive department can easily mobilize hundreds of people to besiege a building. When necessary, it can also directly call on the army's medium-range ballistic missiles through the US Department of Defense to directly destroy the target.

But in Moscow, all they could do was to use a small number of people to form the most elite team to eliminate the threat of the secret party through assassination.

The country's military and political system had become less corrupt after a series of reforms, and it was difficult for the academy to penetrate the Slavic power structure.

At the same time, as the capital of Russia, Moscow gathers the most elite forces of this behemoth. Even the all-powerful board of directors does not have the courage to instruct the executive department to use rockets to kill Lu Mingfei directly in the downtown area.

They also had no ability to break into the heavily guarded Elizabeth Palace. Anyone with a discerning eye could see how much amazing armed force was gathered in that palace.

So whether he was staying at the Elizabeth Palace or visiting the former Deputy Defense Minister General Vatutin who had been purged, Lu Mingfei was not worried about his safety being threatened.

Now seeing that the Karominsk manor was almost built into an iron wall by Bunin, Lu Mingfei, who was sitting on the leather sofa with a trace of vigilance, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When Lu Mingfei was still the dragon-slaying hero of the academy, he once learned that Alexander Bunin's business empire was one of the biggest obstacles for the school board to extend its tentacles into Russia.

This country has the largest territory in the world and also has the richest natural resources. Siberia, which spans the entire northern Asia, contains almost endless wealth. It is hard for anyone not to be tempted by this wealth.

But Bunin and the people behind him are the vested interests of Moscow's existing financial system, and no one is willing to spit out the meat in their mouths, so he and the academy are natural opponents.

Even though Christina was eventually sent to Kassel College by chance, when the school board decided to put the girl under house arrest, Bunin did not hesitate to mobilize the power of the government and directly asked the embassy to pick up his daughter and her friend from the college.

No matter from what angle you look at it, Bunin will not have a cooperative relationship with the academy, so the armed forces appearing in this manor will become the best barrier for Lu Mingfei and Ling when they negotiate with the old fox here.

The real danger would not come when Lu Mingfei was still active in Moscow, but the moment he made up his mind to leave the city and enter Siberia.

"With the power of the Romanov family and the connections that General Vatutin once left in the political and business circles, we should be able to meet Alexander Bunin easily even without the help of Jiang Wanzhi and the Bai family, right?" Lu Mingfei looked out the window and felt that this place looked more like a military fortress than a rich man's manor.

Zero nodded. "Zero Razumovskaya Romanova is as famous as Alexander Bunin in the upper circles of Russia, but he is the largest outsourcing supplier of the Ministry of Defense, owns rocket factories and shipyards, and also builds missile silos and military airports. I, on the other hand, am waving mountains of US dollars in the financial industry, sucking blood from the bones of this country through not-so-glorious means... We are not in the same field, but we are both kings in our respective fields."

"Is it really okay to say that about yourself? What do you mean by not-so-glorious means?" Lu Mingfei couldn't help but complain.

Jude Mai nodded in agreement, and at the same time checked whether the weapons that were supposed to be mounted on the buckles of her tights were in working condition.

Zero glanced at him: "Marx once said that capital came into this world with blood dripping from every pore from head to toe."

Lu Mingfei was stunned, thinking that this was such a high-sounding statement that people who didn't know would think that Your Royal Highness the Princess had become a great international communist proletarian fighter.

"Have you ever played chess?" Zero asked.

Lu Mingfei nodded. “I have played chess before, when I was still living at my uncle’s house, with the old man at the newsstand downstairs. I couldn’t beat him, so sometimes I would use the chess AI on my phone to bully him because he didn’t know how to use electronic devices.”

"The commander and the general cannot meet. If they do, it will be a killing game."

"Then you now..."

"I am not coming to the Karominsk Manor as Romanova. You and I are here on behalf of the Bai Group." Ling said, "Siberia belongs to Bunin and the Bai family. He has no say in that area. He and the Bai family have to have a say together. They are leaders in the same field. They are both competitors and partners."

The car stopped, and the beautiful Belarusian girl opened the door and said respectfully, "Mr. Bunin has been waiting for you for a long time."

Lu Mingfei looked back and saw that Jiude Mai had already disappeared into the shadows the moment the door of the Cadillac was opened. This was not a difficult task for her, as Mingzhao was the most suitable word spirit to infiltrate.

While he was still in a daze, Her Royal Highness the Princess had already taken his hand and walked down from the trunk of the carriage.

There were beautiful girls all around, with tortoise-shell eyes and long light blonde hair tied into high ponytails. Even in such icy weather, they only wore thin black gradient stockings, which perfectly outlined their beautiful legs and the curves that made people reverie.

Lu Mingfei only looked at it twice more, and his wrist was pinched by Ling, causing it to hurt.

He turned his head and saw the princess looking at him coldly. "Does it look good?" Ling asked.

Lu Mingfei chuckled: "Not as pretty as you."

"Humph."

"Is Christina here?" Ling looked up at the onion-domed buildings. The falling snowflakes were reflected in her platinum pupils. She held Lu Mingfei's arm, and the next second a girl held a huge black umbrella above their heads.

"Miss Christina has been staying at the manor since she returned to Moscow from Chicago," the Belarusian girl replied.

Under her guidance, Lu Mingfei and Ling walked into the palace that had once provided services to many tsars.

Behind the long red staircase is an open wooden carved door. In the exquisite small hall decorated in gold and red, a huge globe is placed on the long dining table.

The gray-haired old man was sitting at the end of the long dining table. He was wearing an old Soviet military uniform. He tried to straighten his chest and clenched the lit cigar between his teeth. The smoke rose to the ceiling in a straight line.

Lu Mingfei and Ling were both people who had experienced big scenes. The majesty that Alexander Bunin had worked hard to create could not make them succumb. On the contrary, they only felt that the old man's tricks were as ridiculous as a child's writing.

Lu Mingfei unscrupulously examined this arms dealer who was maneuvering in the powerful circles of Moscow. Compared to a classic Slav, Bunin seemed closer to a Chinese.

He was very old, but still stood tall, his hair was combed meticulously, he had a medal of honor on his shoulder, his pupils were black, and even his facial features were more like those of a Northeastern person.

"I am not a Slav, but a pure Tatar. In terms of bloodline, I am closer to you Chinese." Bunin suddenly laughed. He stood up and pulled out a chair for Ling. He served the princess like a servant and helped her sit down. Then he returned to his seat.

Lu Mingfei sat down next to Ling. He looked at Bunin, as if trying to find the similarities between the old man's face and Christina.

It seems that Christina's appearance should be inherited from her mother. Although the girl's facial features have the softness of an Oriental and the three-dimensionality of a Westerner, compared to her, she still looks more like Mrs. Silas.

"The people who are visiting me today are the respected princess, and the Kalominsk Manor should use the hall prepared for the most distinguished guests to entertain you two." Brin showed an apologetic smile on his face, "But the rule of this manor is that the hall can only be used for the annual Bunin dinner. Even I cannot violate this rule."

"I'm not here on behalf of the Romanov family." Zero said calmly, "This is also good."

They had just passed by the room that Bunin mentioned before entering this small hall. Nearly ten young girls were working hard to clean every corner of the banquet hall spotlessly.

It was a huge circular restaurant with a ten-meter-high ceiling. Golden crystal chandeliers cascaded down like waterfalls. A giant round table that could accommodate at least twenty guests was placed in the center of the restaurant. All the high chairs were empty, and behind each seat was a huge portrait.

Lu Mingfei guessed that those portraits represented each of Brin's partners.

It seems that the old guy is indeed someone who has a say in the Russian military, because the old men in the portraits are all wearing Soviet-era military uniforms similar to Bunin's at this time, and the dense shoulder straps and badges on the chest symbolize the numerous contributions they have made to the Republic.

"How come you came at the right time? I asked someone to prepare lunch." Bunin said with a smile. He clapped his hands, and waiters pushing food carts came in one after another.

Although the dining table was very large, the three people were sitting relatively close to each other, so the waiters opened the lid and placed the plates with the dishes on the table.

Lu Mingfei's eyes widened. It was not surprising to eat Boston lobster, king crab fillet steak or Arctic cod here, but what appeared in front of him were braised pork elbow, mapo tofu and fried prawns, which were quite homely Chinese dishes.

"When I first started my business, I was always going back and forth between the border crossings. On this side of the crossing, I spoke Russian and drank vodka. On the other side, I drank Red Star Erguotou and ate dumplings and sweet and sour pork." Bunin said. The way he picked up the chopsticks did not look like he had learned it temporarily, but rather like a real Chinese old man.

The iron-capped Feitian Moutai that could be sold for tens of thousands of RMB in China was placed next to Bunin. He smacked his lips and poured a small cup for Lu Mingfei and Ling respectively.

Lu Mingfei and the Princess looked at each other, somewhat confused about this old man's tactics.

"When Chinese people bought airplanes in Moscow in the past, they always liked to discuss business over drinks. I got drunk more than once." Bunin shrugged. "Later, you stopped buying our airplanes, but the tradition of discussing business over drinks remained."

He clinked his glasses with Lu Mingfei and each drank the liquor in one gulp.

"I thought I would see Christina and Susie." Lu Mingfei savored the Moutai he had just swallowed. It was indeed a good thing, mellow and fragrant, and not irritating to the throat.

Bunin frowned. "She thinks I'm making money from the war and am in the business of killing people. She has always looked down on me."

Lu Mingfei was stunned, remembering that Christina was indeed a girl with a strong sense of justice.

He used to think that a girl like this would be suitable for a guy like Yuan Zhisheng who was obsessed with enforcing his own justice.

I didn't expect that she would end up together with Caesar.

"In fact, even someone like me who has nothing to do with your world knows how much of a stir the name Lu Mingfei has caused in the dark society." Bunin said, "You fled all the way to Moscow, and my daughter was an innocent person affected... But you are her friends, so even without the Bai Group, I am willing to help you."

(End of this chapter)