Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

All the hardships and sufferings along the way, all the roars against fate along the way, seemed to transform into a spring gushing out from the bottom of the heart at this moment.

The spring was hot and gentle, flowing down from around the red shadow on the clouds in the dream.

"Okay." Sakura watched Lu Mingfei press the envelope against his chest. Suddenly, an inexplicable sadness emanated from the boy.

"We haven't seen anything inside. It was secretly given to me by the head of the Uesugi family before we set off. Maybe Miss Eri is also very curious about Lu-kun." Sakura's brows relaxed, and when she smiled it was like a sea of ​​flowers blooming under the sky.

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The wind rushed in from outside the door, and Inuyama He and Sakura left through the back door together.

Lu Mingfei sat at the end of the long table, his eyes flickering in the candlelight, his expression between surprise and sadness, as cowardly as an old farmer from northern Shaanxi with a towel wrapped around his head on the ridge of a field. Perhaps the cowardly Lu Mingfei from many years ago had not died yet, and his soul hugged him tightly from behind, trying to squeeze that cowardice into his bones.

But Lu Mingfei slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his back was as straight as a sword, and there was a red golden light flowing in his eyes.

The man carefully opened the envelope along the seal, and every time he tore it a little he carefully checked whether it was torn, as if what was presented to him was a precious ancient document rather than an ordinary yellow envelope worth ten dollars and containing dozens of copies.

There are only two photos in it.

The first photo is of a cherry blossom in full bloom, with petals falling like snow on the surface of a gurgling stream, or like the boat frames of many little people. It should not be a postcard, because the photographer's technique is very immature and some places are blurry.

Lu Mingfei looked at the second photo, his eyes widened, and the world seemed to be suddenly quiet. Because it was a photo of Eri, he gently stroked the girl's face in the photo, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

The girl in the photo was like a ball of light, illuminating the shrine in the haze. She no longer seemed to be wearing the shrine maiden costume as Lu Mingfei remembered. In the photo, Eri wore a white cashmere coat and white lambskin gloves. The silk embroidered long skirt was probably made by the top tailors in Tokyo. She wore high-heeled boots with deerskin carvings, a delicate hat with a pink and white bow, and a long white veil dancing in the wind.

It was so beautiful, just as beautiful as he remembered. Lu Mingfei stroked the photo with trembling hands, but could not help laughing out loud. He then finally managed to maintain a calm expression on his face and turned the two photos over.

There was a small label on the back of the photo of the cherry tree.

The calmness that Lu Mingfei had tried so hard to maintain was shattered. His body began to tremble violently and tears couldn't help but flow from the corners of his eyes.

He turned over the other photo and was stunned for a long time.

Then, this man who had always been as hard as a rock in front of everyone finally held his head and cried silently.

The labels all say the same thing.

"Sakura & Eri".

Chapter 126 Boar Neo

Rio de Janeiro has never lacked the enthusiasm and excitement. The girls dressed like flamingos, wearing revealing dance skirts and pink stockings, 15cm high heels with water platforms, and dragging huge feather tails behind them, twisted their graceful bodies and showed themselves at the Samba Carnival. The men lit cigars and cigarettes and put them in their mouths, and exhaled large clusters of white smoke from their mouths and nostrils. The smoke surrounded the flamingo girls, half-covering their youthful and energetic bodies.

As the floats carrying the samba king slowly drove into the crowd, dozens of bright bulbs in different colors cast dazzling light in all directions, and the carnival atmosphere immediately reached its peak.

Colorful costumes, powerful music, fiery samba dance and charming flamingo girls, this is the Brazilian Carnival that takes place in Rio de Janeiro in February.

The carnival heat wave started from the moment the mayor of Rio de Janeiro handed the golden key to the previous samba king. The joyous and hot atmosphere swept across Brazil within a day. Everyone rushed to the streets like a spring tide breaking through a dam, reveling all day long.

Amid the sound of powerful music, clusters of gorgeous fireworks accompanied by thunderous explosions illuminated the night sky into day. Sexy and enchanting samba dancers twisted their waists and hips, and flew passionate kisses to every man near the floats. Their makeup was bright, and they wore flamingo-like feathers. Their tight thighs lay under the feathers, and olive oil was evenly applied on their smooth skin. Under the illumination of colorful lights, the men from all over the world cheered with red faces, holding up oversized beer cups in their hands. Hundreds and thousands of glasses collided with each other in mid-air, and beer foam overflowed.

This is truly an unforgettable time. Rio de Janeiro's samba carnival always attracts hundreds of thousands or even millions of tourists. During this time of year, Brazil's public security police will be extremely busy, and darkness will grow in the shadows of the colorful lights.

"People are so crazy today. Do you see, my dear Christa, the city is on fire," the skinny man sat on one side of a long table in the center of the waiting hall of the central station, and the Indian girl named Christa sat on the other side. They each held champagne in their hands, and beautiful and sexy girls in three-point bikinis were serving them around.

The man had a thin mustache, wore a colorful suit, had a head of dreadlocks tied into a ponytail, and wore diamond jewelry on his fingers and neck. He didn't look like a big shot, but more like a dirty rapper on the street, full of foul language and hands stained with innocent blood.

Larger clusters of fireworks exploded above the transparent glass dome that had been converted into a new roof at the Grand Central Station, and the colorful light overwhelmed the dim lights in the waiting hall.

"It's beautiful, but I don't like it here. It's too noisy, and all the evil things are floating on the surface, like hell is about to cover the world." Krista sipped champagne. She was a very beautiful girl with wheat-colored skin, smooth collarbones and butterfly bones, and delicate features like those princesses in Disney cartoons. She was not Brazilian. Krista was from New Mexico. Her mother was Indian and her father was Brazilian.

Boar Neo found her in the American Indian reservation. She was wearing ill-fitting men's clothes, had two long braids, was thin and small, and curled up in the dark, but the girl always held a loaded revolver in her hand. It was a big gun with great recoil, and even an adult man would need a lot of effort to fully master it. But when Krista was found, she used this gun to attack Boar Neo.

The bullet grazed the man's scalp and almost took his life, and then he took her to his side because the boar Neo saw his former self in Krista.

Boar Neo, every big shot in Rio de Janeiro should know this name, he sells illegal drugs to every rich person in the city, and sells weapons to those crazy little bastards in the slums. He has no nationality and no identity card, no one knows his real name, he said he wants to be a happy boar, so people call him Boar Neo.

He appeared in Rio de Janeiro ten years ago. This short man was as fierce as a veteran who had survived a battlefield in the Middle East. He led a group of American criminals who had fled to Brazil and destroyed the Russian mafia, who were still the masters of Rio de Janeiro at the time. He nailed the Godfather, who looked like a thug in a suit, to the cross of a church with rusty nails.

Boar Neo is sometimes cruel and ruthless, sometimes humorous and witty, generous to the poor, and popular in both high society and slums. Even the chief of police would visit him with gifts before taking office, hoping that Boar Neo would take good care of him during his term. But he is actually a complete devil. Over the years, countless Brazilians have been ruined by his drugs, and hundreds of mixed-race people have been packed and shipped to Japan.

But he was very nice to Krista, and even now Krista didn't know what kind of bastard Boar Neo was.

"Perhaps you can become the leader of this city in the future. Maybe you can change this city, Christa. Bring those poor children into the classroom and let those elderly people living on the streets live in nursing homes. The light of the Lord will always shine on you." Boar Neo was actually a devout Catholic. He stood up and refilled Christa's glass of champagne, but the girl noticed that this man who had always been at ease at almost all times seemed to be trembling slightly.

Maybe it was fear, or maybe it was excitement, it was hard to say what.

Two days ago, Boar Neo received a postcard from a university in Illinois, USA. It is unknown what was written on the postcard, but Krista saw the signature.

There were two badges, the first one was a flourishing world tree, and the second badge was a cross of swords, with a long dragon pierced by thorns encircling the cross of the swords, and blood dripping from the blades, forming a circle inside the badge.

Afterwards, the condition of Boar Neo was not right. He became panic-stricken, and the sword never left his body. All the thugs in the gang were gathered together around him.

He seemed to be worried that something was going to kill him.

Boar Neo knew that his worries were not groundless. Ten years ago, he was a member of Kassel Academy, and could even be called an elite. His bloodline level for admission assessment reached A level. Although he was downgraded to B level in the 3E exam, he was still recruited by the student union. At that time, he was still a young man who was determined to protect the world.

But later, because of something, he violated the Abrahamic Bloodline Covenant. Although he saved his life, he was expelled from school and sent to MIT for further studies at the expense of Kassel College. After three years of memory were erased, people who have been brainwashed always have some mental problems. It stands to reason that students who graduated from MIT should be able to find a decent job in places like Wall Street, but the boar Neo ended up in Rio de Janeiro.

Maybe it was because of his special bloodline, a few years later he gradually remembered the forgotten three years. He was ashamed to talk about the past and never told anyone about it. He was a big shot in the underworld of Rio de Janeiro, living a life of extravagance every day, but deep down he was still afraid of the academy and would never allow people with the last name of Ange and Schneider to appear in his gang.

But when the postcard appeared on Boar Neo's desk, he was still trembling with fear. He recognized the emblem of the World Tree, which was the emblem of Kassel College. Boar Neo knew what kind of organization Kassel College was and how famous it had been in the past.

It is by no means a charitable and righteous sect. The predecessor of the academy was the secret party and the Blood Pact. They are good at using iron-blooded means to eliminate all threats. As long as they want to kill someone, it will be useless even if they hide to the ends of the earth. The hounds of the academy are everywhere and omnipotent.

So Boar Neo obediently followed what was said on the postcard and cleared the central station on time and waited here.

He actually didn't recognize the second badge on the postcard. Boar Neo had seen the badge of the Student Union and the badge of the Lionheart Society, as well as the logos and totems of all other institutions under the jurisdiction of Kassel College. He memorized them all in his heart to prevent himself from accidentally provoking those crazy people one day.

But since it can appear next to the emblem of Kassel College, it must be an extremely violent organization.

That was actually the emblem of the Dragon Academy. Lu Mingfei did not participate in the design, otherwise with his ability to appreciate it, it might have been uglier.

"Dear Neo, you seem... very scared." Kriska's expression remained calm, but there was a faint golden arc spinning in her eyes. She was undoubtedly a mixed-blood, but her bloodline was not high, and her words were probably not a big deal.

"Yes, we will soon have a distinguished guest."

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Outside the car window, large machines like a steel forest flashed by, rusted and like the skeletons of giants. They were abandoned infrastructure tower cranes, more than ten of them, standing or collapsed, majestic and desolate. The tragic wind blew across the surface of the steel skeletons, making a whistling sound.

The green train glided slowly into the station, and milky white steam flowed like a waterfall on the marble-tiled platform.

This is a rare steam train that only runs in the city of Rio de Janeiro. The rich love old things, and steam engines from the last century are obviously among them.

The platform was specially cleaned and swept, and Boar Neo even polished the marble tiles. With more than a billion dollars in liquid funds in his hands at all times, it was easy to do these things.

The people waiting for the car became agitated. Some jumped up and waved their scarves high. For a few moments, it was as if they had returned to the flashy London of the 1960s, with men waving scarves greeting their wives or friends who were waiting for them at the station.

But that guy was obviously not the kind of affectionate person. He was a big man with a face full of flesh. Although his whole body was squeezed into a black suit, one could still guess from his undulating muscles that he was probably an underground boxer or something like that.

Lu Mingfei looked out of the window and saw dozens or more men in suits standing solemnly on the platform. Opposite him, Xia Mi was leaning against the window with a gleam of surprise in her eyes.

Nuonuo and Xia Mi sat together. They applied to accompany the group and Lu Mingfei did not object.

There is no doubt that there will be no danger in the capture of the boar Neo. Kassel College and the North American hybrids have reached a complete consensus that Lu Mingfei is authorized to shoot the wild boar if necessary.

Capturing a mad hybrid might be difficult, but killing a mad hybrid was not a difficult task for Lu Mingfei.

He carefully wiped the short arc knife that had always been with him, the lust among the seven deadly sins, without any change in expression on his face, and the light in his eyes was slightly cold.

Boar Neo is Herzog's partner and Lu Mingfei's enemy. He is never merciful to his enemies. He will cut off their hands and feet. If it is the neck that needs to be cut off, Lu Mingfei doesn't mind chopping off Boar Neo's head.

He is no longer the loser who would fuss and scream at the sight of blood. The Deadpools who died in his hands could form a reinforced platoon, the Dragon Kings who died in his hands could subvert human civilization if they were resurrected in another era, and the number of hybrids who died in his hands should be in double digits at least.

Compared to Chicago, Rio de Janeiro is indeed another world. People who have lived in Chicago all their lives can never imagine the noise and chaos of this city. Compared with Brazil, Chicago's crime rate is simply a paradise.

The Central Station is a very old building. At the end of the last century, some people said that it was a pearl made of steel in the city of Rio de Janeiro.

At that time the city was still the capital of Brazil.

This station is indeed an amazing masterpiece. Although there are very few rich people coming in and out of this transportation hub nowadays, it still accepts hundreds of thousands of ordinary people every day and transports them out or in. Xia Mi raised her head slightly and saw a huge steel dome covering the station like a tortoise shell, supported by a skeletal iron frame, and under the dome were buildings made of marble and granite.

Far older, much larger, and more oppressive than the Chicago train station.

"As agreed, Boar Neo is waiting for us in the waiting hall. He is surrounded by about a hundred armed thugs, each of whom is equipped with automatic weapons, and there are a few hybrids among them." Lu Mingfei checked the weapons he carried to make sure they would not fail at the critical moment.

Modern warfare is different from the past. In the cold weapon era, a dragon-slaying team of a few people could deal with an entire army, and even if they could not defeat the enemy, they could retreat calmly. But in today's industrial age, even an ordinary person with an RPG in his hand can kill an S-class, so Lu Mingfei had no choice but to be cautious.

However, there are only three of them who take the train via the tracks to the central railway station. More combat forces are slowly approaching from all directions, including the sky. This is an encirclement with nowhere to go. Boar Neo is unaware that he is doomed.

"What about that Japanese guy? Isn't he going to kill the boar Neo with his own hands?" Nono asked casually.

"He will act together with the principal and others. To be honest, it is unnecessary to dispatch such a luxurious lineup to deal with a fallen half-blood whose bloodline level does not exceed A. If I didn't know our target in advance, I would suspect that there is a dragon waiting for us in the station." Lu Mingfei said lightly.

The lineup to deal with the boar Neo is enough to kill a noble pure-blood prince. In addition to Lu Mingfei, it also includes the secret party leader Angers and the North American mixed-blood leader Han Gao. Obviously, they are very interested in this matter, but they probably appear on the battlefield as observers.

The Japanese branch chief, Inuyama Kaoru, is bound to demonstrate the loyalty of the Japanese at this time, and he must lead the way.

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The young and beautiful flamingo girls lined up on the platform in gorgeous clothes waiting for the guests. The white steam and the strong wind lifted up their already short skirts, revealing their spring scenery for a moment.

The distinguished Mr. Neo was a big shot in the whole of Rio de Janeiro. Even the mayor would become restrained when he saw him, but in front of the incoming guest, he was very nervous, like a general who was about to meet the emperor.

The girls knew that the chance to change their fate was right before their eyes, so they were all preparing to perform hard tonight. If they could be noticed by the distinguished guest, they would be able to transform from a sparrow to a phoenix. They didn't care whether the guest was a fat, bald, obscene fat man or an 80-year-old skinny old man. As long as he could help them change their fate, it would not matter even if these girls knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Fate, everyone is fighting against it, but the fate of so many people is there, and the end is in sight. When they are young, they are the hottest stars in the city, and the samba dancers hired by bars at a high price to stand on the stage after the carnival. But what happens when they get old? They are thrown into the slums like garbage. They don't even have to wait until they are old. In two years, most of the flamingo girls here will be fired.

There are countless girls with nice waists, legs and pretty faces in this city. Being able to dance samba is not considered a talent. If you want to stand out, you have to give up everything, even being a rich man's dog.

Brazil is a country with a huge gap between the rich and the poor. If you don't work hard when you are young, you will wait to die in the slums when you are old. The public security there is chaotic. Girls like these with nice waists, legs and pretty faces will never be able to get out once they go in.

The train finally stopped and the girls held their breath, as the distinguished guest was about to come out.

A murderous intent as strong as a mountain and as deep as the sea suddenly appeared in front of them. The Flamingo girls all turned their heads. They heard almost uniform clicking sounds. Having been in the underworld for a long time, they also knew what that sound was.

Someone had taken off the safety of a gun, and at the same time, multiple guns.

Chapter 127 Krista

The name of that steam train is Tonatiuh, and it has been in operation since 1941. At that time, the central station was still under construction and had not been put into use. The big American capitalists from the north paid for the construction of this independent track, which encircles the entire old town of Rio de Janeiro and even has a large number of military outposts along the way.

Tonatiuh is the god of the scorching sun in Aztec mythology and the ruler of the last era of the five solar cycles, the so-called fourth shift.

The people who built it obviously have no shortage of money. Maintaining an independent railway track with a total length of more than 300 kilometers is definitely an astronomical figure, but this train has been running in Rio de Janeiro for more than half a century.

The rich have more expensive entertainment to enjoy, but the poor will not spend a lot of money to ride a steam train just to enjoy the scenery of Rio de Janeiro's old town.

Boar Neo knew who was paying for the operation of this train. Compared to that group of people, even Al-Qaeda was considered a good guy.

Among the people who provided funding to Tonatiuh, there were a few people that Boar Neo had heard of. Their surnames were Gattuso, Gao Tinggen and Laurent. Even with his shallow knowledge, he knew what those surnames represented in the mixed-race society.

That is absolute violence and absolute rule creator.