Dragon Raja: Lu Mingfei finds a Freylian

On the desolate salt flats, apart from the broken runway and their Hummer, the surrounding dark outlines were filled with the shadowy remains of airplanes! Broken wings, rusted fuselages, and overturned tails, like a group of huge steel skeletons, lay silently in the night and rain, looking particularly eerie.

“You’re right, this is an airplane graveyard,” Genji explained, his tone as calm as if he were introducing a tourist attraction. “You know the Kamikaze pilots, right? This was their makeshift airfield back then. This is where they took off. It’s very close to the sea, making it convenient for pilots to fly fighter jets to raid American bases and warships. But now, decades later, this place is completely abandoned.”

"So, does this mean we're all illegal immigrants who came in illegally?" Chu Zihang opened his eyes, his golden pupils reflecting the flashing police lights outside the car.

"The mission requires a high degree of confidentiality, so we arranged for you to come in this way. Don't worry about it, it's very safe and there's no danger," Yuan Zhisheng said.

"My God! Where is it safe? Where is there no danger?!" Lu Mingfei pointed to a cluster of gun barrels and police lights outside the car. "I was treated like an illegal immigrant and arrested by so many people as soon as I stepped off the plane. Is this the standard procedure for arresting illegal immigrants? Does arresting illegal immigrants require so many people and such heavy equipment?"

Although his knowledge of firearms was limited, he could tell that the long guns and short cannons in the hands of the police were not ordinary patrol equipment.

“You’re right, we don’t need this much firepower to catch illegal immigrants.” Caesar took out a pair of exquisite binoculars from his backpack and judged after just one glance. “These people are carrying Remington 700 sniper rifles and MP5 submachine guns. This is a fairly powerful combination of firepower in the standard equipment of the Japanese police. We might be mistaken for terrorists.”

"Terrorists in the black Hummer, listen up! One minute! I'm giving you one minute to stop the car! Put down your weapons and put your hands up! Don't make any sudden movements, or bullets won't have eyes!"

"My family, who would understand? I just arrived in Tokyo and someone pointed a gun at me! As the saying goes, discretion is the better part of valor, and fortunes change every thirty years!" Lu Mingfei immediately raised his hands in a French salute, his movements so practiced it was heartbreaking. "Sirs! Don't shoot! I'm a law-abiding citizen! A very law-abiding citizen! I'm being coerced!"

As he shouted, he tried to make an innocent face at the car window, though he didn't know if the police could see him in the dark.

Yuan Zhisheng frowned, ignoring Lu Mingfei's antics: "This matter is probably unrelated to you. Sakura, Yasha, and Crow, did they drive my car a few days ago?"

Sakura, in the passenger seat, nodded. "Last night they went out on a mission, from 2 AM to 4 AM. The mission was to raid a strip club in Yokohama. The owner is German. Those Russians are human traffickers who recruit dozens of people to Japan every month under the guise of high-paying jobs. They issue visas under the pretense of employment, but in reality, they engage in illegal activities, paying for their smuggling by selling their bodies. Their methods are ruthless. Other smugglers in Yokohama reported them to the family, and the family went to mediate, but it was unsuccessful. So the family decided to punish them. One of Yaksha's friends took on the mission, and Crow and Yaksha were just going to help out."

She paused, then added, "As you know, Yasha is impulsive and easily goes too far. If she can't control herself, she'll set the shop on fire."

Hearing her use such casual language to say things like "couldn't hold back" and "burned," Lu Mingfei couldn't help but shrink back. This seemingly gentle and beautiful girl spoke of gangland shootouts as naturally as discussing what to eat for dinner.

"That's it? It wasn't caused by that, was it?" Genji asked expressionlessly.

"My God! This is 'that's all'?" Lu Mingfei mentally ranted. "This is crazy enough to make three gangster movies! Names like Crow and Yaksha sound like protagonists! Ideally, they should be kissing a heartbroken Russian girl amidst the towering flames of a burning nightclub, with the credits rolling to the beat of rock music!"

“It’s quite a big commotion, don’t tell me,” Sakura continued, a rare slight fluctuation in her voice. “The nightclub run by the Russians is located in a 120-year-old building, a protected historical site. The Metropolitan Police Department has already issued a warrant for the arsonist, but Crow and Yaksha are masked, so they’re safe. Compared to that, the fact that the nightclub was razed to the ground is secondary.”

"Baka!" Genji finally revealed his anger, slamming his fist on the steering wheel. "How could you burn down an ancient building? What will happen to the family's reputation if the media makes a big fuss about this!"

“They didn’t think that far ahead; they just did whatever came to mind,” Sakura said with a hint of helplessness. “They’re illiterate, only at an elementary school level. How would they know if this was an ancient building? They just burned it down whenever they felt like it.”

"?" Lu Mingfei looked puzzled and couldn't help but complain, "This is too reckless! He just burns down houses whenever he feels like it. I'd eat any human being!"

Chapter 347 Turns into Smuggling

"You're such a worry. Alright, is there anything else?" Yuan Zhisheng rubbed his temples, looking a bit troubled, but his tone was more of a helpless expression at his mischievous child getting into trouble again. "It's just a small matter, it wouldn't escalate like this. Those Russians dare to go against the family, they must have someone backing them up."

Sakura hesitated for a moment, then lowered her voice even further: "The local police chief is their protector. So Yaksha and Crow are their protectors."

"Did Yaksha and Crow kill the police chief?" Genji asked in surprise.

"No, they're just a little psychologically disturbed, not ruthless killers," Sakura said with an embarrassed expression.

Yuan Zhisheng breathed a huge sigh of relief: "Then it's alright. What bad thing did they do? Cut off their fingers? Castrate? Or what?"

"Hey! Senior Brother Yuan, don't look like it's just a minor incident! This doesn't sound like a small matter at all!" Lu Mingfei couldn't help but interject. "And it sounds like the people in our academy's Japanese branch are getting close to the underworld! As a leader, you also bear responsibility for not disciplining them properly!"

Yuan Zhisheng glanced at him in surprise, not expecting this seemingly cowardly guy to suddenly speak so righteously.

Sakura cleared her throat and tried to speak calmly: "The police chief has a mistress, you know, this 'helpful wife' helps him manage all sorts of illegal businesses. Yaksha and Crow, without hesitation, stormed into her apartment, kidnapped her, wrapped her in plastic wrap like bloodthirsty forensic doctors, adorned her with sashimi and sushi, turning her into a female body sushi, and then delivered her to the police chief's office. Everyone saw it."

An eerie silence fell over the carriage.

Lu Mingfei's mouth gaped open, unable to close it for a long time. This couldn't be described as mere violation of rules or gangster behavior; this was performance art-level perversion!

“From the beginning until now, the person who has been murderous towards us is that chief,” Sakura added at the end. “They must have identified the license plate of this car through road surveillance.”

"I don't know what to say," Genji sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Crow and Yaksha are really perverts. This kind of stupid behavior only provokes them! They did it, so why didn't they cover the license plate?"

Lu Mingfei fell silent, because he no longer knew what to say. This Japanese branch, from top to bottom, inside and out, exuded an eerie, unsettling aura that suggested we weren't a legitimate organization.

"The ones who should reflect most on having such lawless subordinates are the superiors," Caesar commented, with the characteristic composure and criticism of a Gattuso family heir. "People like this wouldn't last a week in my student council."

He also sensed the problem with the Japanese branch, but his aristocratic demeanor required him to appear nonchalant. It was as if a servant rushed in at a ball, shouting that the peasants had rebelled! He had to calmly arrange the next dance, instruct the guests to enjoy themselves, and then quietly go to his study to write a letter to the king. Even in trivial matters, composure was essential.

"Finger is a member of the student council, right?" Chu Zihang said suddenly with his eyes closed.

Caesar was speechless, his expression turning somewhat unpleasant. He couldn't help but dislike Chu Zihang; this guy didn't talk much, but he always managed to pinpoint his sore spots.

"If the people in the Hummer don't surrender, we'll use force!" The police chief's angry voice rang out again, his patience had reached its limit.

"Huh? That's not right," Lu Mingfei glanced at the non-existent watch. "Didn't they say one minute? It's been almost two minutes already, how come they've only just started counting down?"

“The chief has no right to fire without authorization; he just went to ask his superiors for permission to use force,” Genji analyzed calmly. “But now that he’s started counting down, it means he has received authorization.”

"Then what are we still talking nonsense about?" Lu Mingfei said anxiously. "Get out of the car, put your hands on your heads, and squat down to try to get lenient treatment! We didn't burn down the nightclub, and we've never seen his mistress. We're just sticking to the fact that he came here illegally to work! If you behave well, you might get deported."

Caesar didn't speak, but simply reached out and lifted the rain cover from the third row of seats.

Lu Mingfei glanced at it and immediately slumped.

Under the tarpaulin was a well-maintained Stinger man-portable air defense missile launcher, next to which were neatly stacked two military shotguns, two Beretta pistols, and boxes of ammunition.

This level of firepower is enough to arm an elite combat team. With these weapons on the vehicle, any confessions of illegal immigration and working under the influence become a joke; this is clearly a ruthless armed infiltration operation!

"The Sleibniz is leaving," said Chu Zihang, who had been watching the window.

Everyone looked up and saw the Gulfstream slowly turning its nose around on the runway, its engines emitting a low growl again.

“The Sleibniz has no choice but to leave,” Genji said gravely. “It was carrying two training Sidewinder missiles on a pylon hidden under its fuselage. If it is captured by the Japanese police, your charges will be upgraded from violent crime to armed intrusion into Japanese airspace.”

"Then, if I confess voluntarily and report accomplices, which would be considered a major meritorious service, could I get a lighter sentence?" Lu Mingfei asked weakly, his eyes sweeping over Yuan Zhisheng, Caesar, and Chu Zihang.

“That’s not up to you,” Caesar said, looking at Lu Mingfei with a smile. “How can you talk about yourself like that?”

Just then, a hidden door under the fuselage of the Slebniz opened, revealing concealed missile racks that extended, with two blood-red training missiles reflecting a dangerous gleam under the police car lights.

Almost simultaneously, the shrill roar of jet engines echoed in the distant night sky as two F-16D fighter jets rapidly approached from the sea. The Japan Air Self-Defense Force was alerted!

"Holy crap! A business jet versus a fighter jet? A BMW crashing into a tank?" Lu Mingfei watched the Gulfstream clumsily adjust its posture, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"Oh dear, we've been locked onto by radar. This is troublesome." Genji picked up the vehicle's walkie-talkie. "Sleubnier! Sleubnier! Do you want to cause an international incident in Japanese airspace? Put your weapons away!"

It sounded like what he was worried about was not that the principal's favorite plane would be beaten down by a fighter jet, but that the BMW would actually overturn the tank.

"The kid doesn't know any better, he's just playing with the missile," the pilot's nonchalant voice came through before he cut off the call.

"Ten, nine, eight..." The police chief's countdown became rapid and filled with murderous intent.

On the highway, the police officer in the front row already had his finger on the trigger.

"It's a bit noisy," said Frillie, who had been sitting quietly next to Lu Mingfei, gazing out the window.

He slightly raised his left hand, and with his slender index finger, he gently drew a symbol on the car window, facing the flashing police lights and noisy sirens outside.

The symbol flashes by.

The next second, a strange scene unfolded.

On the highway, the police lights that were originally flashing steadily suddenly started flashing erratically, as if there was a malfunction. The red and blue lights danced wildly, losing their original warning rhythm and instead appearing comical and chaotic.

The piercing, high-pitched sirens sounded as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats, producing all sorts of distorted, off-key, and strange noises, like farting, rising and falling in waves. The originally tense and solemn atmosphere instantly turned somewhat comical.

Chapter 348 Your Sister Fu Can Use Magic

The police chief's countdown over the loudspeaker also changed tone: "Seven, ga, six, zzz, five, pfft."

The police officers on the highway were also bewildered by the sudden equipment malfunction. Many of them banged on their police cars or checked the equipment, and the formation became turbulent and chaotic.

"Huh?" Lu Mingfei's eyes widened as he looked at the sudden change outside the window. Then he turned to look at Frillian beside him, whose expression remained calm. He seemed to understand something and grinned. "Frillian, your silencing range is pretty wide, isn't it? And it even has a light show effect?"

"It only slightly interfered with the machinery they were using. A very basic spell. However, there are quite a few of them, so the effect probably won't last long."

Genjiro glanced at Frillie through the rearview mirror. Without chanting or making any obvious movements, how could such a large-scale, precisely targeted interference with electronic devices and audio-visual systems have been created in an instant?

This silver-haired girl's methods are indeed unpredictable and bizarre.

At the same time, the Sleibnier on the runway suddenly spewed out a dazzling orange-red tail flame, and after a brief taxiing, it fiercely pulled up its nose, like an enraged steel giant bird, rushing towards the two approaching F-16s.

The F-16 pilots were caught off guard by the daring provocation of a business jet. While they were still hesitating between evading it and issuing a warning, a flash of fire appeared under the wing of the Sleibniz, and a training Sidewinder airburst bomb had already been ignited and launched!

The two F-16s were forced to make emergency maneuvers, leaving chaotic trails in the air. The Sleibniz seized the opportunity to accelerate, its exhaust leaving a long streak of light in the night sky. It instantly broke the sound barrier, disappearing into the thick clouds with a thunderous roar, leaving behind two somewhat disheveled fighter jets and a group of dumbfounded police officers.

"Holy crap, BMW actually managed to get rid of the tank?" Lu Mingfei stared in disbelief.

"No wonder he's an ace pilot." Caesar put away his binoculars. "Sleibnier's pilot was quite famous back in the day. He was the test pilot of the first F-22 prototype."

"Why would such a big shot be flying the principal's private jet?"

"It's said that he was fired from the U.S. Air Force because of his bad temper and having too much fun during test flights, which led to the crash of an F-22 prototype," Caesar shrugged. "So he had to come and work for the principal."

"The principal dares to use him? Isn't he afraid he'll crash the Gulfstream too?"

“The principal has a way,” Caesar smiled. “The test pilots have parachutes, but the principal canceled the parachutes for the pilots on the Sleibniz.”

"..." Lu Mingfei was speechless. "Old ginger is spicier."

"Hold on tight!"

Just as they were speaking, Yuan Zhisheng gave a low shout and slammed the accelerator to the floor. The black Hummer roared like a whipped beast, its massive body surging forward, its four wheels digging wildly across the slippery salt flats, kicking up mud and gravel.

Almost at the same moment the Hummer started moving, the chaos among the police on the highway subsided temporarily. Although the lights and sirens were still malfunctioning, the well-trained officers had already begun to re-aim.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunfire erupted, tracer rounds tracing bright, dazzling paths across the night sky, weaving a dangerous web of fire that enveloped the Humvee from all sides. Bullets struck the saline-alkali ground, kicking up splashes of mud and water, and struck the Humvee's thick armor with a crisp, clanging sound.

The Hummer bounced and leaped wildly across the undulating salt flats, as if it were performing a high-speed off-road stunt.

Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, and Frilian in the back row were jolted from side to side, their heads occasionally hitting the roof with a "thud".

"Ouch! My head!" Lu Mingfei clutched his head, wincing, but his face didn't show much real fear. He kept yelling, "Senior! Who taught you to drive like that? Are you possessed by the Akina Mountain racing god? Be careful! I'm about to throw up my dinner!"

He called out, but his eyes glanced at Frilian beside him. The elven girl gently held onto the top edge of the car window with one hand, her body rising and falling naturally with the bumps of the vehicle, while her other hand rested on the window, a faint green light flickering at her fingertips.

The bullets fired from outside always deviated slightly from the intended trajectory, or struck the most solid part of the vehicle.

Lu Mingfei felt much more at ease. With Frilline around, this level of shooting wouldn't be a big problem.

If the situation becomes so dire that the car is about to be overturned or riddled with bullets, the worst that can happen is to drive the entire stretch of mudflat, along with all the cars behind it, to total, and then swagger away. Although the cost is considerable, it's better than being beaten to death as a suspected illegal immigrant.

He was even a little excited and looking forward to it. On his first day in Japan, he was going to have a life-or-death race with the police. This mission was going to be exciting from the start!

"Lu Mingfei! Lower your head!" Yuan Zhisheng, who was driving, shouted.

At the end of the salt flats ahead, a steep embankment connected to the highway above. Several police cars had already surrounded the area, blocking the road from the side.

"Hold on tight!" Yuan Zhisheng's eyes sharpened. Instead of slowing down, he pressed the accelerator even harder and turned the steering wheel sharply. The Hummer charged straight up a relatively gentle slope on the embankment with an almost brute force.