From Hokage to Visionary

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Another accurate hit, the bullet was shattered by the blade.

After two consecutive shots missed, the girl finally showed some impatience, and quickly pulled the expansion spring to load the next bullet into the magazine.

At this moment, Lu Mingfei increased his speed to the limit, like a brutal ancient beast. The granite ground was cracked and shattered wherever he passed by. The noisy air waves carried the sound of sonic booms, coming from far away and looking like a terrifying tsunami that was about to engulf everything.

It’s close, but not close enough!

The girl looked through the crosshairs and waited for the moment when Lu Mingfei approached. Only when the distance was close enough could she kill him with one blow.

Finally, when he was ten meters away from the building, Lu Mingfei suddenly bent down and sank, then his legs slammed the ground like a cannonball. A huge force poured down, and the road surface in the area of ​​more than ten meters around him seemed to collapse, and smoke and dust rose several meters high like a curtain.

Boom!

It was as if thunder had exploded, and the sound waves rolled, creating ripples.

As Lu Mingfei took a step, the area within a radius of dozens of meters shook violently, and then the whole person rose from the ground like a dragon ascending to the sky, carrying an extremely terrifying whistling airflow, and actually directly crossed a distance of dozens of meters.

"It's now!"

The girl finally seized the last chance and pulled the trigger.

Little did he know that Lu Mingfei was waiting for this moment. He let out a long roar like thunder, and the samurai sword hidden in his belly slashed out, pouring in with unparalleled power, giving it extremely terrifying destructive power!

The blade broke through the air like the sun piercing the sky and hit the bullet!

This is the collision between flesh and technology, and also the final contest!

In an instant, the bullet was shattered by the blade!

The ferocity of this knife was far beyond the girl's imagination. She even didn't understand why a mistake would occur at such a close distance.

However, Lu Mingfei had no intention of explaining this. He turned the blade around and held it in reverse, striking the girl's neck with the back of the blade accurately and fiercely.

The last enemy fell at his feet with a confused look on his face.

Manstein flipped through the documents, slapped the table and roared, "This is outrageous!"

The final result of the free day exceeded everyone's expectations.

The Student Union and the Lionheart Society joined forces, but were violently suppressed by Lu Mingfei alone.

From organizers Chen Motong and Xia Mi to every student, Cassel's medical room was almost filled up. Broken bones, bone fractures, and mild concussions were seen everywhere. It can basically be declared that Cassel, which had just started school, fell into a state of "stagnation".

Because the only student who can attend the class is Lu Mingfei!

Therefore, the freshman Lu Mingfei became completely famous in Kassel and was given the reputation of "Angel of Death" by a group of students!

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 378 Naples

Naples is an ancient city with a long history located in southern Italy.

Whenever the bright sunshine in the early morning or the golden sunset in the evening shines on the Santa Lucia coast, the clear waves hit the rocks, and the gentle sea breeze blows with a romantic and free atmosphere, passing through the sacred Church of Our Lady and the criss-crossing alleys, lifting the colorful clothes hanging on the ropes.

The romantic Italian folk songs, the sounds of flutes, laughter, and even the noise of vendors together compose the unique atmosphere of this city.

The towering Mount Vesuvius, standing southeast of the city, was the culprit that destroyed the ancient city of Pompeii in 79 AD. But if you look across the Bay of Naples, you can still see the majesty of this ancient volcano and feel the long heritage of the historical city.

Women in tight clothes and high heels walked the streets, and vendors competed to sell knockoff handbags.

From time to time, you can see electric bikes carrying young girls speeding through the narrow alleys, leaving behind cheerful laughter like silver bells.

The air is filled with the rich aroma of coffee. Someone once said that coffee runs in the blood of Italians. Although this is a bit exaggerated, it is enough to reflect the Italians' love for coffee. Of course, it also needs to be paired with a fresh clam chowder or freshly baked pizza.

Ripe tomatoes, buffalo mozzarella and simple basil leaves make for a delicious pizza.

Of course, if you come to Naples for a trip, you also need to be careful of local thieves. After all, in addition to its scenery and cultural history, Naples is most famous for the Mafia.

Bruno is a gangster who grew up in this neighborhood. Thanks to the simple folk customs, he has honed his skills to perfection.

Basically, no one in this neighborhood is better at stealing than him. He can steal a wallet from a person's inner pocket without anyone noticing.

Today, Bruno was leaning against the street, trying to look for his target, when he suddenly saw a tall man wearing a hat. Although it was a very hot day, he was wearing a long windbreaker that covered his face tightly. He was carrying a black leather bag and walking quickly with his head down.

Bruno has seen many people like this who move around in secret. They are either mafia gangs from other places or people who come to Naples to avoid trouble.

Bruno lowered his head, pretended to be a passerby, and followed quietly.

When there were many people around, he pretended to pass by the man and bumped into him accidentally. Then he quickly bent down and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't see it."

After saying that, without waiting for the man to respond, he quickly squeezed into the crowd and disappeared into the streets.

Bruno hid in an alley, a smug smile on his lips, and weighed what he had got: "Oh, I got it, so easy."

Just now, when they passed each other, he used the blade between his fingers to cut open the black leather bag, and then quietly took away the things inside.

After making sure he had gotten rid of the enemy completely, Bruno finally had time to observe what he had just stolen.

He took the largest item by feel, but when he looked down, he couldn't help but frowned: "What is this?"

The thing he had just stolen was wrapped in expensive silk and felt like a book.

But a book is not a valuable thing.

"What bad luck! I thought there was something valuable in it." Bruno was not interested, but since he had already got the things, he couldn't give them back, so he lifted a corner of the silk cloth and said, "Let me see what book it is. Treat it like a treasure. Maybe I can sell it for some money."

When the silk cloth wrapped around the book was opened, the black cover inside was revealed.

The book feels very thin, and is in octavo format. It does not look like an ancient book, but rather a modern publication. The only thing worth noting is the three twisted symbols on it.

Although the symbol was blocked by the silk cloth and he couldn't see it clearly, Bruno felt inexplicably dazed, as if he heard an ambiguous song in his ears.

Some kind of impulse from the bottom of his heart prompted him to subconsciously want to lift the silk cloth and see the complete "symbol".

At this moment, a big hand suddenly stretched out and covered the thin black leather book, blocking Bruno's next move.

Bruno was suddenly interrupted and suddenly woke up as if from a dream. The song in his mind just disappeared, and such a strange experience made big beads of sweat ooze out of his forehead.

"Fortunately, we arrived in time. If we were a step slower, it would be too late."

Suddenly, a voice came.

Bruno came to his senses and looked up at the owner of the hand. It was the man whose books he had just stolen.

Just now, when they passed each other, Bruno did not look closely, but now after observing him carefully from a close distance, he was immediately impressed by the man. He had hair as dazzling as gold that fell to his shoulders, like a proud lion, and a face like a Greek sculpture. His ice-blue eyes were cold and stared at him quietly.

"What was that just now?!" Bruno asked with a trembling voice and pale lips, still in shock.

The man frowned, not intending to answer his question. He took the black book away and said calmly, "If you don't want to cause trouble, don't say you've seen me. Do you understand?"

After saying that, the man wrapped the silk cloth again, put it in the inner pocket of his windbreaker, held on to the wall beside him, and walked out with heavy steps.

"Hey, you can't walk far like this." Bruno had sharp eyes and could tell at once that the man was seriously injured.

The man stopped and was silent for half a second, then said, "It has nothing to do with you."

But he had only taken two steps when his internal injuries seemed to worsen. He suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, lost his support and fell to the ground.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bruno was shocked and ran over.

"It's okay." The man's voice was weak. He struggled to get up, his ice-blue eyes staring ahead: "I can't stay here. I have to go."

Before he could finish his words, the man passed out due to his severe injuries.

When Caesar opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a bed.

He was wrapped in bandages, and the gunshot and knife wounds on his chest that were almost festering seemed to have been treated.

Caesar jumped up suddenly and touched his chest subconsciously. When he found that the book wrapped in silk cloth was still there, he finally let go of his worry and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did he have time to look around. It was a simple house. Apart from a wooden bed covered with a sheet, there was basically no furniture.

Moreover, the area is very small and it is next to the street, so you can hear the hawkers outside and the noisy voices of the residents coming and going.

Through the hole that could be considered a window, you could see colorful clothes hanging on the ropes outside, fluttering in the breeze like colorful flags.

"Are you awake?" Bruno pushed the door open with a basket of bread in his arms. Seeing Caesar sitting on the bed, he explained, "Don't get me wrong. You saved me, so I certainly won't watch you die there. I haven't touched the book, don't worry."

Caesar was silent for a long time before he said hoarsely, "Thank you."

"No problem, you're welcome." Bruno handed over the bread and said, "By the way, my name is Bruno Frigo, what's yours?"

There was another moment of silence.

"Forget it, forget it if you don't want to say it."

Bruno pouted and turned to make coffee.

"Caesar."

At this time, Caesar sat on the bed, holding a piece of bread, and said with a dazed look: "My name is Caesar."

"Wow, it's the same name as Julius Caesar, that's amazing."

Bruno admired sincerely, turned to look at him, and asked, "What's your full name? What's your last name?"

However, Caesar's eyes were lonely, as if he was filled with unspeakable sadness, and he said softly: "No, I don't have a last name, you can just call me Caesar."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 379 I, Bruno, have a dream!

There are two things that are essential to Italians: one is the romantic desire for freedom, and the other is espresso.

Bruno poured the freshly brewed coffee into two small white porcelain cups, came to the simple dining table beside the bed, and handed one of the cups of coffee over: "Although I don't know what happened to you, at least now, relax a little and have a cup of coffee."

Looking at the steaming coffee in the white porcelain cup, emitting a rich aroma, Caesar couldn't help but chuckle.

Then he picked up the coffee cup, put it to his lips and took a sip.

The rich coffee was mixed with a bitter taste, which lingered in the mouth for a long time. Caesar slowly closed his eyes and said softly, "Thank you, it tastes great."

"You don't look like a poor person. You must have been very rich in the past, right?" Bruno sipped his coffee, looked Caesar up and down, and guessed, "I've met a lot of people, but few of them smell as disgusting as you do."

"Disgusting taste?"

Caesar frowned, then smelled himself, and after making sure there was no strange smell, he looked at him with some confusion.

"It's the aristocratic air." Bruno grinned and pointed at Caesar and said, "You look like a prince in distress in the movies. You don't fit in here."

Caesar smiled and did not answer the question.

To a certain extent, what Bruno said was not wrong. The heir of the Gattuso family is more noble than the princes of some countries.

"By the way, how did you get the injury?"

Bruno cast a curious look and asked, "Gunshot wounds and knife wounds. Could it be that you are being hunted by the Mafia?"

"I guess so." Caesar nodded slightly, then said, "Don't worry, I will leave here tomorrow morning at the latest and will not cause you any trouble."

"Are you worried that I'll get into trouble? Or do you think I'm a wimp?"

Bruno frowned, then sat up straight, stared at Caesar with a serious expression, and said: "Although I am a thief, I have always wanted to be a qualified man since I was a child. Since you saved my life, I will repay your kindness no matter what, so don't worry!"

The manly Caesar fell silent, somewhat surprised by Bruno's dream.

Usually, the dreams of many people are nothing more than money or power, but he rarely heard that someone's dream is to become a qualified man.

"Man, that's a great dream." Caesar affirmed Bruno's dream and said sincerely, "Sorry, I take back what I said before and apologize to you."

Although he is arrogant, he always has a clear distinction between right and wrong. Right is right and wrong is wrong.

There was indeed some misunderstanding about Bruno just now, so Caesar apologized to him without hesitation.

"It's okay. A real man never minds such a small matter." Bruno smiled and didn't take it to heart. He also comforted him, "You stay here for a few days. I will go out to buy medicine for you. I will leave after your injury is healed."

"I appreciate your kindness, but I really can't stay too long."

Caesar still declined his kindness and smiled, "The people chasing me are far more powerful than you think. If I continue to stay here, they will chase me soon."

"More powerful than the Mafia?" Bruno asked. From his childhood experience, he knew that the Mafia was already a very powerful entity.

"Much more powerful." Caesar couldn't explain to a street thug how powerful the mixed-blood secret party was, so he racked his brains to think of a way to describe it: "Probably, it's equivalent to Marlon Brando, can you understand? A guy who is hundreds of times more powerful than the Godfather."

Bruno understood instantly after hearing this, but looking at Caesar's injuries, he shook his head and said, "No, you are seriously injured. Instead of running around, you should stay here and recover."

Seeing that Caesar was about to argue, he comforted him, "Don't worry, this is a slum, I grew up here, I can recognize outsiders at a glance, nothing will happen."

Caesar had no choice but to agree: "Okay, but you have to be very careful."

Bruno was doing nothing and was leaning against the wall on the street, looking for his next target to steal.