Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

After finishing his cigarette, Lu Mingfei exhaled the last puff of slightly green smoke. He lowered his head, his eyelids and eyelids were hidden in the darkness. He reached out and patted the ash that had fallen on his shoulder. When he looked up, his pupils were already flowing with the color of molten iron.

Chu Zihang and Caesar both looked in horror at the young man standing in front of them with still immature facial features. He seemed to have awakened at this moment. It was a state he had never been in before when facing the two of them or the Kanto branch. It was the state he was in when he was about to step onto the battlefield completely.

A roar like a war drum emanated from Lu Mingfei's chest. His heartbeat climbed within ten seconds, reaching a terrifying 240 beats per minute. His blood pressure peak also broke through 200 mmHg within a few seconds. His body was so hot that Chu Zihang and Caesar felt that they were approaching not a human being but a ball of fire.

The shrill sound of breaking metal came from the direction of the vans. The white fog was getting thicker and thicker. Lu Mingfei kicked the outer wall and actually tore the brick and stone structure of the old building. He stood in the bright light with lust in his eyes, shining like torches burning the sky.

At this moment, the sound of the wind at the end of the long street was like a faint cry, and when the wind howled, it was like ghosts wandering in the city, but it could not blow away the thick fog. The fog was clearly rising cold air, but why was there such a thick cold fog in this season?

Everyone in this team is an elite who has experienced many battles, but their expressions were not good, because no one expected that they would be dealing with this kind of thing.

The smell of blood, the damp and cold breath unique to reptiles, mixed with the fog, penetrated into their nostrils.

Suddenly, thunderous gunshots rang in Lu Mingfei's ears. Caesar fired three shots to turn off the car lights that were shining directly at the window, allowing them to see more clearly what was happening at the moment.

The nearby blocks were probably completely empty. The power outage affected half of Shinjuku District and Urayasu City in Chiba Prefecture. Except for the area near this building, the rest of the place was dark and dead silent. Chu Zihang took out his phone and took a look, then shook his head at Caesar.

There is indeed no signal here.

The gunshots seemed to have awakened something. Originally, there was only a faint sound of metal tearing. At this moment, every van began to tremble violently. The sound of metal scraping against metal was as sharp as a knife piercing the eardrum. Sharp protrusions suddenly appeared on dozens of iron-clad carriages, as if huge spikes were tearing them apart from the inside. Then more protrusions appeared without warning. The several-centimeter-thick steel plate layer had almost no ability to block these things. The terrifying claws tore through the steel and stretched out of the carriage, then pressed hard on the outer wall of the carriage. The sharp edges of the broken metal cut through these thick and scaly wrists like a knife, and black blood flowed out and fell to the ground with a sizzling sound.

The bronze claws with knotty muscles and dense scales pressed the steel plate of the cargo box, making it dent, and at the same time made a sharp creaking sound. Dozens of demonic shadows were pulled out of the van. They looked up and their shadows were dim in the white mist.

The car lights went out one by one with a clicking sound, and the darkness and deathly silence rose like a tide.

When the last light went out, the torn van was already filled with densely packed black shadows. They lowered their heads, and their shapes could not be seen clearly in the white fog, but they seemed to be praying to God.

"It's Deadpool, the Snake Deadpool, who is many times more dangerous than those heroes you have seen on the edge of the gap between Odin's Nibelung and reality." Lu Mingfei flicked the cigarette butt between his two fingers. He had seen more dangerous moments than now, so there was no need to be afraid or nervous. The so-called Snake Deadpool who could tear apart lions and tigers was nothing more than an ant in front of God, and he was the one who dared to swing the knife at God.

Those strange-looking heroes under Odin's command are actually Deadpools, but to Lu Mingfei they feel more like some kind of illusory creatures that have been summoned. When they have not yet gained a foothold in the real world, there is not even any sense of obstruction when their swords cut through the bodies, as if they were cutting through a puff of smoke.

To be honest, these snake-like deadpools created by Herzog are far stronger than ordinary heroes, but far weaker than the elite hero riding a white giant wolf that Lu Mingfei killed when the CC1000 train was attacked.

"Lend me your gun, brother." Lu Mingfei looked at Caesar, and Caesar handed both Desert Eagles to Lu Mingfei without hesitation.

He knew that Lu Mingfei was also good at using large-caliber thermal weapons such as the Desert Eagle. At the same time, Caesar also wanted to see whether this S-class weapon, which everyone had high hopes for, was really almost omnipotent on the battlefield.

Lu Mingfei's melee combat ability is definitely the strongest among all the people Caesar has ever seen. This is not to say that his fighting skills are so superb, but that he has high mobility and high toughness that others can't imagine. If his gun skills can also perform slightly better under this premise, then he will really be the king of the battlefield.

Lu Mingfei picked up the heavy weapon and fired three bursts of Desert Eagle with both hands without even aiming. The trajectories of the six bullets were completely parallel and hit the head and chest of a Deadpool at the same time.

Any of these deadpools are high-risk in the academy's classification. They can cause great panic if they wander around the city. At this moment, he showed his strength and proof to Chu Zihang's team. The snake-like body is so strong that it is almost as strong as steel. The bullets splashed a little fire on the scales. Only one or two bullets hit the deadpool's body, but they were stuck in the hard bones in vain and could not penetrate.

In the eerie white fog, in the depths of darkness, as if attracted by the thunder-like gunshot, the Deadpools with their heads down suddenly looked at their fellow being attacked by bullets, and then at the same moment, their cervical vertebrae twisted in a strange way, and dozens of pairs of golden pupils lit up like torches. The golden cracks radiating from the depths of those eyeballs formed some kind of ancient, evil totem, as if the ancient king was reorganizing his invincible army.

The whistling wind was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, and a creepy feeling of horror suddenly arose in Caesar and Chu Zihang's hearts. In fact, they had independently carried out no less than ten missions issued by the academy, and there were many real Deadpools among the enemies in these missions. However, the scene before them still made their scalps tingle, and the violent and barbaric atmosphere hit them in the face.

Chu Zihang held a section of steel structure exposed from the edge of the wall that Lu Mingfei had kicked apart just now. The connection between the steel bar and the wall heated up and turned bright red within a few seconds, and then quickly melted into molten iron. Now Chu Zihang's ability to control Jun Yan has been strengthened to an incredible level. He can even compete with his past self when he used the Blood Burst without using any forbidden techniques.

In this eerie silence, blue-black scales appeared on the back of Chu Zihang's hands. He grasped the middle part of the steel bar with both hands, exerted force in his palms, and slowly moved both hands towards the end of the steel bar. Wherever his palms touched, the steel burned with bright flames.

After his bloodline was strengthened, Chu Zihang had not used Jun Yan, the word spirit, in front of Lu Mingfei and Caesar. Originally, he could only summon a shock wave with explosion and high temperature effects around or in front of himself, but now he can attach this high temperature and explosion properties to the inside of a still object.

In other words, Chu Zihang is now really a humanoid self-propelled mountain artillery. He doesn't even need to bring grenades when he goes on a mission, because as long as he wants, anything he touches can be a grenade.

Brilliant sparks flew everywhere like electric arcs, and the fire lit up the faces of the three people. Lu Mingfei and Caesar leaned to the side, and the high-temperature, explosive steel bar was thrown against the wind like a spear thrown by an ancient Greek javelin thrower.

The bursting stream of fire swayed in the deep white fog, like a meteor against the sky. The sound of the thing tearing through the air was deafening like thunder, and after reaching the commanding heights, it fell straight down fiercely.

It took several seconds for the fog cut by this piece of steel bar to be refilled. The glowing and hot metal fell heavily towards the Deadpool that Lu Mingfei had just shot. All the Deadpools stared at the meteor that was falling towards them.

The light and fire illuminated the layers of scales, and sure enough, every van was crawling with Deadpools.

These severely deformed monsters wrapped their long tails around the completely torn cargo box, opened their mouths to the sky, and their mouths, which had been enlarged seven or eight times to the size of a hound, let out suppressed low growls.

The locked Deadpool was strong and ferocious, his back and waist rising and falling like a lion or tiger. The steel bars falling from the sky like tempered iron spears arrived in front of him in a few blinks. The violent and hot breath of death had completely enveloped him. He did not dodge, but stared at the falling light and fire with ferocious golden eyes. The flames illuminated his deathly pale face.

She doesn't look ferocious at all. If you ignore the part below her neck, you can even say she's quite pretty.

Before being transformed into Deadpool, that thing was a very young girl with long black hair blown by the wind, revealing her pretty face which was still a little ignorant and had a look of panic on it.

She finally felt the true death coming at this moment. The corners of her mouth cracked, revealing sharp teeth like thorns, and then she let out a baby-like cry.

But even so, she still did not flee or hide, but just watched death falling from the sky.

A dark shadow slowly rose from below the observation tower, and the heavy rain hit its blue-gray scales, breaking into white foam. It spread its wings several meters wide and waved gently, with a graceful rhythm, and its long tail, like a snake or a fish, slowly stretched and unwound.

Thousands of strands of flames gathered from all directions towards the red-hot steel bar tips. With the dynamic vision of Chu Zihang's team members, they could see that it hit the female Deadpool's chest, which was as undulating as a mountain, and countless dark flames exploded.

She wailed, her tail twisting strangely, the huge force of the steel bar carrying it down from the top of the van, and then nailed to the ground, she twisted and struggled like an eel nailed to a chopping board. But the carbonization caused by the high temperature spread from the chest where the steel bar was immersed to the whole body of Deadpool, until she was completely turned into a fragile sculpture.

The next second, the whole body of the sculpture was cracked with dense cracks, and lava-like light seeped out from the cracks. The surging energy was locked in the corpse, and then the lava-like light burst out. The explosion sounded in a suppressed manner, and the shock wave almost overturned the nearby van. The sound was like a horn to launch a charge, and the snake-like Deadpools were finally no longer indifferent.

It only took a second to go from extreme stillness to extreme movement. They were like a frozen lake that suddenly boiled over. The white mist was cut, and the deadpools swam between the trucks, letting out strange howls from their throats, and their snake tails left chilling marks on the ground.

Caesar's face was as gloomy as water.

“These things are manipulated,” he said.

His current word spirit is a blood-sucking sickle. Although it is not as sensitive to sound as the sickle-weasel in the past, it can still capture slight vibrations in the air that others cannot detect. It is some kind of strange clapper sound, which is struck one after another without any regularity, vibrating the air from all directions and transmitting the sound to the deadpools' ear canals, which are already much more sensitive than humans.

The bang bang sound started from when Chu Zihang threw out the piece of steel bar.

Theoretically, it is possible for humans to control Deadpool, and the Camarilla has not been without research on this project. After all, before the beginning of the last century, the Camarilla was an iron-blooded dragon slayer who could do anything to destroy dragons, even using the corpses of their companions to create immortals. It is not difficult to imagine that the research on fallen hybrids has actually been going on for many years.

The ancient Persian royal family once raised a legion called the Immortals. The technology used by the academy to control and create the Immortals came from the ancient Persian Empire.The characteristics of immortals are very close to those of Deadpool. If they can be controlled, maybe someone can control Deadpool as a human.

"Japan is a very dangerous place. Feng Jianli is not the real leader of the ghost group." Lu Mingfei said.

"Perhaps your conspiracy has always been seen by that guy named Wang Jiang."

"It doesn't matter, he's just Deadpool, just kill him." Chu Zihang said, the killer's train of thought is still so straightforward.

Lu Mingfei chuckled: "Brother, have you watched those anti-Japanese dramas in our country?"

"What?" Even Chu Zihang couldn't keep up with Lu Mingfei's sudden turn.

But the fellow apprentice beside him suddenly swung his sword fiercely, the arc of the sword was cold and carried the unique dragon roar of the seven deadly sins.

"There's a guy who can make steamed bun mines and cucumber mines. He makes all kinds of things around him into grenades and throws them out to blow up the enemy." Lu Mingfei said, "Brother, if you were born during the Anti-Japanese War, you should have been the head of an independent regiment based on the skill you just showed."

Chu Zihang thought about it and nodded: "Maybe."

Caesar couldn't understand what the two guys were talking about, so he laughed wildly to ease the embarrassment. He took back his Desert Eagle and fired both guns at once, the sound of gunfire was like thunder.

He told Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang in this way that the bloody battle had begun!

The manpower on their side was the ace students of Kassel Academy holding ancient alchemical swords, while the enemies were the snake-like Deadpools who were charging towards the building from all directions. The sound of babies crying was endless, and the Deadpools were like a blue-black tide.

It also looked like a group of demons walking out of hell.

Accompanied by the roar of the Desert Eagle, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang jumped high on the left and right. They clashed with their swords, like mad dragons spreading their wings, roaring and charging at the monsters that wanted to tear them apart.

Caesar was still laughing wildly. After he finished a magazine, he reloaded his weapon with new steel-core bullets. The sickle-weasels dancing wildly in the wind conveyed the current status of the old building to Master Gattuso's brain.

Countless snake-like creatures covered the surface of the building, their scales scraping against each other, their mouths roaring, and their ferocious faces were inlaid with golden eyes like ghost-like fire.

Chapter 187 Fallen Leaves and the Officials (1)

Noise, chaos, and the smell of blood are spreading upward from the bottom of the titanium-black building, like the process of entropy increase in physics, from order to disorder, everything in the world is rushing towards a certain predetermined death.

The girl in gorgeous dress was kneeling on the tatami, beautiful and gentle, her eyes were as black as ink, and her lips were as red as cinnabar.

An hour ago, Miyamoto Ryoha, who was lying on the hospital bed and unable to move independently, put on light makeup for herself and drew long eyeliner, which made her gentle facial features look sharper.

She was wearing a bright red backless evening gown and thin-strap high heels. Her back skin, as white as jade, was exposed in the dim light, so bright that it was blinding.

This ward was originally very quiet. Compared with the noise outside, it was as far away as the gap between hell and the human world. Luoye had a faint smile on her face, and the sheathed double swords were lying on her knees. They were the weapons of Luoye and her sister Gongben Xiaoyou, the Xueyou double swords. The priests of the family imitated the ancient alchemical swords that killed demons and forged them. They were very useful. When Luoye cut flesh and bones, she would not feel like she was harvesting lives, but only like she was cutting water.

The floor-to-ceiling window that occupies the entire wall has become the girl's background. From here, you can see the night view of Shinjuku. The lights spread to the end of the sky and the mountains like a tide, and the traffic is as busy and never-ending as a swarm of bees.

The world still gently shares those hazy lights and fires with the fallen leaves, even though she is determined to die.

Who in the world could disobey that adult? Those who had done so were dead. Luo Ye knew that she would die too. But what did it matter? She had actually died a long time ago. What was left alive was only a fire of revenge.

The footsteps were approaching. One group was heading higher up, probably to get the weapon that was so important to the family. The footsteps were heavy and numerous. Another group was coming here, but there were only a few of them.

The invasion started 20 minutes ago. The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department received the news in advance. There is not a single police officer from the Metropolitan Police Department in Shinjuku District, and the Self-Defense Forces will not focus on trivial matters such as gang fights, so today's Genji Heavy Industries will be very clean, and no one will come to disturb this war between emperors in the shadows.

Yes, a long time ago, Japanese gangs have recognized that there are actually two shadowy rulers in this country. The old Snake Eight Families are of course the ones who must pay tribute every year, but the emerging Menggui Clan also controls the life and death of the gang bosses.

The Demon Clan mobilized dozens of elite soldiers to enter the bottom of the Snake Eight Clan through the drainage system of the Iron Dome Temple. The Rock Flow Research Institute was not closed in time, and some laboratories and research institutions suffered devastating damage. The men wearing long windbreakers and wearing the Demon Clan badges on their chests seemed to be very familiar with this building and the Iron Dome Temple. Perhaps they found their design drawings from the long-forgotten materials of the Maruyama Construction Institute under the family.

They used long knives and silenced submachine guns to clean the building from bottom to top. From family cadres to hired employees, everyone was running for their lives, and the guards were brutally knocked down on the way to the charge, leaving the ground stained with blood.

Today, when the heads of the family were away, the defense that Genji Heavy Industries was proud of was as fragile as a piece of paper in the sudden attack of the fierce demons.

The man who led the demons to attack Genji Heavy Industries was a charming man wearing a wide-sleeved kimono. His eyebrows and eyes were gentle and his facial features were delicate, but he used narrow and long strokes to make them sharp and arrogant. This man will be remembered by the Snake Eight Clan. This will be a shameful memory, and only blood can wash away this shame.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and gunshots were heard from upstairs. The old men in the Strategic Department seemed to have no power to resist, but in fact they were all tough guys when they were young. Now they have many enemies and they all carry weapons with them. At this time, they probably discovered that someone was invading, so they supported their old bodies and stood up to fight.

The man stopped at the door of the ward, and for a moment the place became quiet, as cold as an empty valley. Luo Ye pulled her long black hair back into a unique and elegant ponytail, a smile appeared on her face, her slender wrists slowly dropped, her fingers clenched together, locking the handles of Xueyou's double swords.

In the days after entering the Kanto branch, Luoye and Xiaoyou often sat opposite each other like now, holding the hilts of their knives but not drawing them, just smiling at each other and comforting each other. This world is dirty, corrupt, and dark. They are like moths that have gone through untold hardships to squeeze into the light, out of tune with everything around them, covered with wounds, and looking around in panic like abandoned cats and dogs, hoping to find a trace of salvation for themselves.

The heads of the eight Snake families often think that the Kanto branch is a problem department. From the director Akechi Asuya to an ordinary team member, they are all restless and dangerous elements, like dirty rats rolling in the mud. But who cares about what these rats have experienced?

The two swords were slowly unsheathed, and Luo Ye's face was reflected on the mirror-like blades. A golden tide surged in his eyes, gradually drowning the original darkness.

"This is good. This is the ending I wanted." She used the blade of the knife as a mirror and smiled at herself.

The sound of the blade rubbing against the scabbard when the sharp blade was unsheathed was so clear that it seemed to be ringing directly in her ears. Luo Ye knew that the man outside the door was here to kill her.

The leaders of the Kanto branch knew long ago that Akechi Asuya had betrayed the family and joined the Oni Clan. They still work for the Snake Eight Clan until today only because everyone in this organization has received favors from Tachibana Masamune. The attack on Minamoto Chisei and the headquarters commissioners that night was not a spur-of-the-moment decision of Akechi Asuya, but an order from a certain important person.

The existence of Tachibana Masamune, the patriarch of the Snake Eight Families, has seriously hindered the implementation of a great plan of this great man. Between gratitude to the old man and longing for a promised great future, Akechi Asuya chose the latter.

Miyamoto Luoye slowly stood up. She was ready to face her fate. She was unwilling to betray the old man who had saved her and Xiaoyou from such an unbearable past, and she could not tolerate a soul-tearing deception, so she chose to believe the most powerful one among those living in the light.

All lies will be exposed one day. When the truth is made known to the world, mom, will you still look after me and my sister?

The bright and brilliant night view of Tokyo made people forget about time and heavy topics like fate, but the door was still slowly pushed open.

The man who came was enveloped in the oncoming tide of light, and his facial features could not be seen clearly, but he was tall and deep, with a simple ancient knife held upside down in his hand.

He walked in, closed the door, and stood there quietly, like a sculpture. Luoye was slightly stunned, and she realized that the person who appeared in front of her was neither the wise Asuya she had thought, nor the big man who had come to her, but a man with a pale white mask on his face.

With Luo Ye's bloodline almost stimulated to the limit at this moment, he could hardly hear the man's heartbeat or feel his breathing. This guy was like a dead person, without any life and without any temperature.

The pale mask represented that of an ancient Japanese nobleman. The lips were scarlet in contrast to the pale color, as if smeared with blood, and the teeth were pitch black. This was a symbol of beauty and status in ancient Japan. Women and dignitaries would smear brewed iron slurry on their teeth to show their nobility, but it looked weird to Luoye.

The man suddenly laughed, and Luo Ye couldn't help but tremble, because she finally realized what she saw. The mask seemed to be his skin, and when he laughed, the corners of Gong Qing's lips actually curled up in an exaggerated arc.

It was as if a huge crack suddenly appeared in the fallen leaf's heart, and fear blew out from the cracks like a sharp wind.

How could such a weird thing appear in the real world? Even from the perspective of the dragon clan's worldview, it is difficult to explain why a mask can smile like skin.