Dragon Tribe: Still Thinking Until Now

After the advent of the academy era, the Beowulf family's hunting team had been disbanded, so that even now he couldn't even recruit his own people to participate in this high-intensity and high-severity war, and could only recruit old hunting team members who had survived from the Blood Pact era to the present day from all over the world.

Most of them came from both sides of the Volga River, and a few were Tatars, but they were all trustworthy old friends who had not given up fighting for the human race even in the most dangerous times.

"We have seen new rails and carriages parked near the platform." Beowulf tapped the map on the table. It was obviously specially made by the academy, and the pages were marked with radiation warning symbols.

"It can be confirmed that Lu Mingfei, Susie, Zero Romanova, and Kristina Kabaeva, the four high-risk targets currently on the academy's wanted list, have all entered City 023 ahead. The goal of Operation Spring Hunt is to destroy or arrest them. Do you understand what I mean?"

When mentioning the goal, Beowulf first said destruction, and then arrest.

This means that the school board had never intended to let Lu Mingfei return alive.

The old KGB suddenly started coughing violently. When he looked up, a strange golden light ignited in his cloudy eyes: "Are you still determined to follow that gentleman's decision? You know, Lu Mingfei's name is well-known among us..."

"Valentin!" The white scales on Beowulf's wrist pierced through his skin, and veins on his forehead throbbed. "All you have to do is swing your sword at our enemies like you did a hundred years ago!"

The carriage suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of wind and snow hitting the steel plates.

The old men stopped reloading, and ten pairs of golden eyes flickered in the shadows like candles about to burn out.

Outside the window, more shuttles were overtaking them and rushing towards the platform. Beowulf snorted coldly after a moment.

He no longer looked into the eyes of the old man named Valentin. "War has always been like this!" The dragon head emblem on the mithril cufflinks flashed coldly when Beowulf turned around. "We have chosen an emperor for ourselves, so we must follow the rules and obey the emperor's orders!"

"War is always like this." Valentin sneered as he looked at Beowulf's back, the Soviet Hero Gold Star Medal pinned on the left chest of his winter coat jingling, "But that was not the emperor we chose, it was you who chose him."

The old men laughed shrilly, like bellows pumping out strong winds, and they fixed bayonets on their submachine guns in terrifying unison, as if they had returned to their youthful days of the Red Square parade.

Someone started humming "The Farewell of a Slavic Woman", and the out-of-tune singing mixed with the smell of diesel flowed through the carriage.

A strange blush rose on Beowulf's cheeks, like anger or a sign of his bloodline getting out of control.

He looked out the window of the shuttle that was traveling alongside them.

Inside, an old man who looked even older than him was looking coldly in that direction through the wind, snow and Plexiglas.

No one remembers his name.

But in the Gattuso family sequence, he is...

β.

Noble beta.

Chapter 581 When an ambitious person dies, his ambition also dies

I have always been interested in the boss Lu Mingfei mentioned by the old man. People who are capable of controlling a large research base like City 023 should be well-known even in the dark society.

Lu Mingfei knows many big shots who claim to be the kings of the dark society. For example, the powerful Shenggong Medical Association has every elder who has lived from ancient times to today, and the Black Sun Uesugi Yue who once launched a war like a human disaster.

Is the boss hiding in Siberia also such a noble being?

The Belarusian girls who were leading the group retreated silently into the shadows, their boots tapping on the marble tiles with a melodious sound as they moved away.

The interior of the church turned out to be a huge underground space, with circular walls extending in all directions and radiating passages going deeper underground.

It was surprisingly warm down there, as warm as being in a tropical rain forest. Various tropical plants were scattered throughout every corner of the underground space, and they were illuminated by some kind of luminous moss.

Wildly growing vines entangled every corner of escalators, metals, and various piping equipment. At the ends of them sprouted green tentacles and leaves, and flowers of various colors bloomed everywhere.

The farther away from the center of the space the flowers are, the sparser they are, and the closer they are to the center, the denser they are. Finally, they converge like a river, swirling and winding around the pillars standing under the dome, heading upward.

The so-called church is actually a part of a nuclear reactor. Even if the temperature and humidity are high, vegetation and moss will not grow so wildly in such a place. The only explanation is that radioactive substances are urging life to gush out from the ground like sand in the desert.

The golden ripples of the holy image screen swelled in the flickering candlelight. The statue of Christ the Universal King on the left side of the church dome solidified the majesty of the judge, with the index and middle fingers of his right hand clasping the scripture in an ancient gesture, and the cracks in the gold foil weaving into the shape of a crown of thorns between his brows; the Virgin Mary on the right side embraced the infant Christ in a faded ultramarine robe, her silver crown was oxidizing, but it made the face of the little Christ in her arms even whiter like the moon.

Groups of children were kneeling in front of the screen. One girl was standing on tiptoe to kiss the lily pattern at the feet of the Virgin Mary. Her faded red headscarf slipped off her shoulders, revealing a light blue silver chain on the back of her neck. It should be a pendant. Other children also had similar things hanging around their necks.

Lu Mingfei's pupils shrank slightly. He saw a child put his pendant on the outside of his clothes. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the thing looked familiar.

It's a silver clover...

"Господипомилуй..." The distant children's prayers broke into pieces on the dome, praying for God's forgiveness. They seemed to have not noticed the arrival of the uninvited guests, or they simply didn't care who came here.

This is both hell and heaven. People who come here will be trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.

Lu Mingfei and Ling looked at each other, and they both quietly spread out to both sides at the same time, protecting Bunin and Christina between them.

The butterfly-like blades tore open the pockets sewn on the surface of Susie's winter clothes with a rustling sound, spinning and floating in the air like birds following behind her.

There was a huge organ in front of the statue, and the music they just heard came from this instrument.

The music was deep and solemn, and the person playing it was a man in a black robe. The man had a broad back and long black hair, and he sat upright in front of the organ, with his back to the pier he had come from.

Some children knelt in front of the screen, while more children gathered around the organ, chanting hymns in unison. A beautiful nurse with a fluorescent maternal glow on her cheeks stood between them, holding a baby in her arms.

This was really a weird scene, but for Lu Mingfei and Su Si, who were used to big scenes, what really shocked them was that those bony-faced dragon-blooded fierce dogs actually lay down meekly at the man's feet.

There were countless bloodthirsty dogs huddled there, without electric collars around their necks. Their greedy gazes, with golden eyes, swept over the children around them again and again, but they never showed their sharp teeth.

Subspecies with dragon blood flowing in their bodies and hybrids are two different concepts. Most of the hybrids that have continued to develop to this day are able to stabilize their bloodlines. After all, those who have fallen are only a minority. Most of the dragon blood subspecies are violent and bloodthirsty. In ancient times, they were usually classified as immortals, that is, hybrids that are completely out of control.

Even the academy cannot tame the Dragon Blood Hounds, and can only use collars carrying high voltage electricity to control their behavior.

But even though Lu Mingfei, Ling and Susie had already shown vigilant expressions and even displayed their murderous intent without hesitation, those dragon-blooded fierce dogs still curled up docilely at the men's feet.

After a moment, the sound of the children reciting poems stopped, the vibration of the organ pipes trembled for the last time, and the entire church dome fell into silence.

The man in black slowly stood up. He and the children gathered around the organ turned their heads together and looked at the group of people whose golden eyes lit up at the same time with a smile on their faces.

Susie was stunned.

What appeared before her was a face that was almost exactly the same as Alexander Bunin!

It’s just that guy was younger and healthier, and his chest rose and fell with every breath, and so did the silver cross on his lapel.

"Christina, Christina, my dear daughter, it's been a long time since we last met. Do you still miss me?" Little Bunin slowly opened his arms. He looked like a young man, but his pupils, which were as scattered as those of a dead person, exuded a chilling desolation.

"Are you still willing to throw yourself into my arms like you did many years ago?"

Christina's whole body was shaking.

"You are not her father! You are not worthy of being her father!" Old Bunin roared. He actually carried a short-barreled shotgun with him all the time, which was filled with mercury-tempered bullets.

Obviously, the old guy had been lying to Lu Mingfei all along. It was not that he knew nothing about the dark society. On the contrary, he knew very well what the weaknesses of dragons were. When facing pure-blooded dragons or even some fallen hybrids with excessive bloodlines, bullets tempered with mercury were highly poisonous to them.

Deafening gunshots rang out.

The overwhelming bullets covered a huge prototype range, and the children were also killed in this range.

Lu Mingfei didn't even have time to stop it from happening. He watched Old Bunin gasping and firing continuously. The air was instantly filled with the smell of gunpowder.

But not even a single bullet landed on little Brin, and the children stood there calmly.

Their eyes were cold, not like those of children, but more like those of well-trained KGB agents.

The dragon-blood dogs curled up at the feet of Little Brin stood up. They used their hard scales on their backs to withstand the bullet attack. The dense bullets shattered into dense sparks on the scales on their backs that were as hard as steel.

After the gunfire subsided, Lu Mingfei saw a cruel sneer on Xiao Buning's face through the iron wall formed by the dragon-blooded fierce dogs.

The guy raised his right hand high. The veins on the palm that he had used to play the organ were bulging, and dense black scales were growing on the joints. He grabbed the neck of a dragon blood hound and threw it to the ground.

Bunin shivered slightly in his coat, and shrank back like a wretched old groundhog.

As the boss's spokesperson outside, Old Bunin certainly knew about the existence of the Dragon Blood Hound. He was even able to mobilize an entire tank armored company from the Ministry of Defense to the suburbs of Moscow to fight against the Dragon Blood subspecies sent by Kassel Academy to hunt Lu Mingfei.

Those genetically contaminated beasts were released onto the battlefield during the Cold War. The world's most elite special forces were unable to fight against them and would be torn to pieces in a moment. The finished products of the super soldier project could only barely protect themselves in front of them.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the Dragon Blood Dog has bones of steel in the eyes of ordinary people.

But just now, Little Bunin just grabbed the neck of a vicious dog and threw it to the ground. A few seconds later, the monster was dead. If you look closely, you can see that the broken cervical vertebra pierced its skin and was exposed to the air, and hot scarlet blood was slowly flowing out.

"Your troops are still on the platform, and your friends are left in the office. As a fairly successful clone, you are a very good dog. You still insist on going down alone just to get the serum from me without a conflict... But Alexander Bunin... You haven't learned my cruelty. You should have remained rational when I greeted my daughter." Little Bunin carried the body of the mastiff forward. He didn't even look at Lu Mingfei or Ling, as if old Bunin and Christina were the only protagonists here.

"Is it right to do this even if you wanted to kill her?" Old Bunin gritted his teeth and slowly retreated under the majesty of Little Bunin. Lu Mingfei frowned.

"Haven't you forgotten her yet, the woman named Bella Kopnitskaya? You even extended your love for her to her daughter, even though Christina has nothing to do with you." Little Bunin sneered.

Old Bunin gritted his teeth and said nothing, but the hatred in Christina's eyes almost overflowed.

"It just so happens that I need Christina, and you have completed your final mission." Little Bunin sneered and stretched out his hand to Old Bunin. He ignored everyone around him like a real king.

But the next second his pupils contracted.

A knife, a knife so fast that even its shadow could not be seen, slashed down at his arm. Little Bunin's reaction speed completely surpassed those super soldiers that the Soviet Union had created in this city, but even so he still had no way to dodge.

It was Susie who drew the knife.

What she held in her hand was actually the lust that Lu Mingfei had never left for many years.

Just after crossing the pier, Lu Mingfei handed the wakizashi from the seven deadly sins to his senior sister. Holding such a mythical weapon is equivalent to holding courage.

Even if he had to face a being of noble blood like the remains of Li Wu Yue left behind when she was seriously injured, the Seven Deadly Sins would allow Susie to stand up straight in that situation.

Unfortunately, Susie's bloodline was unable to awaken lust. In her hand, the knife was just a sharper wakizashi. The blade cut through little Bunin's skin and severed his muscle tissue, and finally got stuck on the man's arm bone, and then no more energy could be injected.

Susie's pupils revealed shock. Her bloodline was A-level, which made her one of the best in a place like Kassel Academy full of elites. As a woman, her physical fitness might not be as good as Caesar and Chu Zihang, but when she swung the blade with all her strength, she could still easily chop off an African buffalo.

With such power and speed swinging what might be the sharpest blade in the world, there was actually no way to cut off little Bunin's arm!

What happened in an instant was so sudden that no one could react. A moment later, a child let out the first angry roar and charged towards Susie.

When facing these children with ferocious expressions, even if Susie had a hot weapon tied to her calf that could blow them into pieces in an instant, she did not have the courage to point the gun at them.

But then a strong hot wind blew past Susie's hair and a thunderous gunshot rang out next to her ears.

Lu Mingfei pulled out a silver Desert Eagle from somewhere and fired bullets continuously, with each bullet hitting the center of the eyebrow of a child who was charging forward.

"Just a group of clones. If you look at their eyes and facial features, you can see the shadows of Okinets, Semyon, Valodia, Alexei and Sonya." After emptying one magazine, Lu Mingfei immediately replaced it with another. Within a few seconds, the bullets were emptied, and this underground space with lush forests was littered with corpses.

Those docile dragon-blood dogs seemed to be intimidated by the majesty of someone present. They curled up on the ground and trembled, not daring to raise their heads.

Everything happened in just a moment, and when little Bunin realized what was happening, he was screaming in pain.

He reached out to grab the dagger that was embedded in his bones, but he couldn't pull it out. Then he felt his feet leave the ground.

Just like he had just twisted the neck of a dragon-blooded fierce dog and lifted the beast off the ground, Lu Mingfei also twisted Xiao Buning's neck.

Lust awakened in Lu Mingfei's hands, and it hummed slightly and slowly pressed against Bunin's neck.

"Kristina's mother, Bella Kopnitskaya, you knew her in the opera house, right?" he whispered, and the authority of the King of Earth and Mountains was activated. The Spirit of Words and the Kingly Power suppressed the Dragon Blood Hounds with irrefutable power, preventing them from raising their heads.

Before little Bunin could respond, the dagger had already stabbed into his throat.

When passing by the opera house, Lu Mingfei saw the poster with Qiao Weini on it. On the same poster, he saw a dancer who had left her signature.

She is also the most dazzling center of the stage, with her skirt rising and falling like a blooming flower.