Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Sekiro

After hanging up the phone, Chu Zihang turned around and opened the closet. There was a black extended tennis bag lying in the corner.

Opening the zipper, the black mackerel skin knife handle was pressed tightly against the racket. He held the knife handle, and when the knife came out an inch, iron-blue light splashed out, and the cold breath quickly went up along his wrist.

Goshen Sword Murasame, it is said that after killing someone, the demonic sword will naturally seep out and wash away the blood in the spring rain. Someone made this non-existent sword out of recycled metal and enshrined it in a shrine for ten years to nourish its viciousness. .

But the one in Chu Zihang's hand was not the original one. The original one was destroyed six years ago. This one was a replica made by the equipment department based on the fragments of Mamura Yu in his hand after he entered the academy.

Although not as good as the real thing, it is still an extremely powerful alchemical weapon, capable of penetrating the bones of next-generation dragons and beyond.

Carrying the tennis racket bag on his back, he went to the bedroom, lifted the bed, and took out a pure black box in the corner with a password lock.

American soldiers can recognize the brand of the box at a glance: PELICAN, known as the world's strongest and most waterproof safety box, was founded in 1976 by founder Dave Parker.

It has undergone a series of rigorous safety tests by the U.S. military to ensure the safety of the box itself and the contents inside. Accidents such as car crushing, shooting, falling, moisture, water immersion, dust, etc. can ensure the safety box to the greatest extent. The contents inside are safe. Even if it falls from a high altitude, the glass bottle inside will still be intact.

Chu Zihang entered the password to open the equipment box. If the police discovered this scene, they would be stunned. No one would have thought that in China, the son of a rich family would hide so many prohibited weapons.

It includes an M4A1 rifle, ACOG scope, a Beretta 92F pistol, and matching ammunition. Of course, it also includes grenades and two thermobaric grenade shells. The difference between it and conventional grenades lies in the inside of the projectile body. There is a fuse inside with a small amount of explosives and 240 grams of cloud explosive agent. After pulling the fuse, a small amount of explosives is detonated first, and the cloud explosive agent is blown out. The cloud explosive agent mixes with oxygen in the air to produce a secondary explosion. Come, the killing radius of this grenade reaches seven meters, and the explosion effect is equivalent to ten conventional grenades.

Chu Zihang took out the grenades and pistol, put them on his waist, and locked the equipment box again.

This is the standard equipment of the executive department commissioner. He did not carry a rifle. In fact, guns are not very effective against dragons because dragons do not have particularly lethal parts. If a human is hit in the heart or brain by a gun, he will die on the spot. Killing, even if it is a shot to a non-vital part, loss of blood and shattering shrapnel, is enough to make the person who was shot bedridden.

But dragons are different. Small bullets cannot penetrate their scales unless large-caliber armor-piercing bullets are used. However, shrapnel will do almost no damage to them. If ordinary bullets are fired into them, they will soon be squeezed by the steel-like muscles. Only alchemy bullets with mercury added can be effective, or all-round explosions such as RPGs and high-explosive grenades can have significant lethality.

For an A-level player like Chu Zihang, cold weapons are certainly more suitable.

He rearranged the bed and walked downstairs as if nothing had happened.

Mom was still applying the facial mask, lying on her side on the sofa, crossing her legs, squinting, listening to the drama-like dialogue between the male and female lead of the soap opera Qiong Yao on the TV.

The sound of natural gas igniting came from the kitchen. Aunt Tong took a kitchen knife and split the ribs into sections. The fan of the range hood whirred, but the smell of oil still came out.

During the past few days living at home, Chu Zihang's daily life was to watch TV with his mother, and then discuss with Aunt Tong what to eat for the next meal.

It was pouring rain outside, and there were warm lights inside. Sometimes my mother would take out cold beer from the refrigerator and ask Chu Zihang to accompany her to watch football games. Chu Zihang was not very good at playing football. His high school life Everything is dedicated to basketball. In fact, my mother doesn’t know much about football. She just enjoys the feeling of drinking and cheering.

But during the few days at home, Chu Zihang discovered that football is also quite interesting. He would look forward to the broadcast of the football game every night, persuade his mother to drink less beer, eat peanuts and edamame cooked by Aunt Tong with her, and finally go to bed late. Before that, I went to the kitchen to boil a cup of hot milk and bring it to my mother.

"Okay, okay, the older I get, the more nagging I get." My mother said last night while holding milk.

Chu Zihang cherishes every day at home, because he doesn't know that one day he will rush to the battlefield with a knife in hand like he is doing now.

Every time he performed a mission, he was prepared to never come back.

He planned to go out quietly, make up an excuse on the way, and then send it to his mother by voice. With her mother's trust in him, she would never be suspicious.

Although he thought so, he still stopped in front of the door for a moment and looked back. His mother's hair was curled into seaweed by curling irons, and a pale white mask covered her face, like a seaweed monster.

He remembered the cold he had when he was in elementary school. He was feverish all over and lying on the bed with his head dizzy. His mother didn't even know how to take him to the hospital. She was just at a loss and hurriedly held him in her arms, thinking of kissing him. The disease can be cured by touching his face. In the end, his father bought cold granules and mixed them with water for him to drink.

My mother is a woman with good fortune. She will never take care of others in her life, she will always be taken care of by others.

"Zihang? Do you want to go out?"

Because of this moment of hesitation, the alarm clock set by Su Xiaoyan rang. She put on a facial mask for 15 minutes and changed it when the time was up. She took off the mask, sat up and stretched: "Speaking of which, I remember you. They said your vacation is for a week. Did the school send you a notice asking you to go back? The weather is so bad and planes and cruise ships have been suspended. I can only ask for leave from the school."

"Let's wait until the rain stops before we leave. I'll stay at home with my mother for a few more days. I don't know when I will see my precious son again."

Su Xiaoyan said in a coquettish tone. After being moisturized by the mask, her face was still as tender as a girl. No one could tell that she was the biological mother of a college student.

"I have already applied with the school." Chu Zihang lied, "The instructor Schneider has approved another week of vacation for me."

"Hmm, Spain plays Mexico tonight, it's going to be interesting." Su Xiaoyan walked barefoot on the cool tiles, glanced at the car keys in Chu Zihang's hand, and said with a meaningful smile: "So what do you want to do when you go out? Are you going on a date with your little girlfriend? I heard Lu Mingfei say that that night, you drove to see off a female classmate from high school. Be honest, right?"

"No, Mom, I went out to help Mr. Schneider go through the formalities. The college is expected to come to us next month to enroll students, so I sent an email to Shilan High School from the United States in advance, but the email was stuck in the post office due to customs. I need to claim it,"

Xia Mi's face appeared in front of Chu Zihang's eyes. She went to BJ and should be safe. There was nothing to worry about.

"Okay." Su Xiaoyan was depressed and did not doubt her son's words. In her heart, Chu Zihang was a perfect young man who would never deceive herself.

She stood on tiptoes and kissed the side of Chu Zihang's face: "Be careful on the road and come back early for dinner."

"I might not come back until night." Chu Zihang lowered his head, his bangs covering his eyes.

"Okay, drive slower." Su Xiaoyan waved her hand, yawned, and returned to the house.

"Yes." Chu Zihang opened the door, and the storm rained down on the eaves, and streams of water flowed along the bricks and shattered on the steps.

He locked the door, pressed the car key, and the automatic garage door slowly opened.

"Mom, goodbye."

Chu Zihang walked into the garage and got into the driver's seat of Panamera.

"EVA, start navigation."

"The best route has been planned for you."

A cold girlish voice came from the phone on the dial, and a girl in a white dress was projected on the screen, with a data stream of 0s and 1s running in her eyes.

"Estimated arrival in 12 minutes."

Blue lines outline the city and streets, Panamera appears on the road, and a golden cursor spreads along the road.

Chu Zihang stared at his face in the makeup mirror, lowered his head, and took out two soft black films from his eye sockets.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, then slowly opened them. The light in his eyes was like a torch thrown into an ancient well!

He pushed his hair and moved his facial muscles slowly and forcefully... There was already another person in the mirror. That face was as hard as a glacier, and the golden glimmer deep in the pupils was like a will-o'-the-wisp. No one would be willing to look at him at this moment. The ferocious aura like a spear spread silently. Looking into his eyes was like a gun without a safety button pressed between his eyebrows.

The 4.8-liter V8 engine roars high-pitched, the gears of the 7-speed PDK dual clutch engage tightly, the power is evenly sent to the four wheels, and the wide tires dig into the ground like the curled claws of a beast before it pounces.

Chu Zihang released the brakes, throttled to the bottom, the engine cheered, and the Panamera pierced the dark gray rain curtain like a sword.

Greenland Sea.

The Monyach finally arrived in this sea area.

This is already within the Arctic Circle. Although it is early spring, there are still ice floes everywhere.

They are searching for the YAMAL, which is the largest icebreaker in the world and belongs to Russia. Among the icebreakers in the world, except for a few military monsters whose identities cannot be disclosed, only the YAMAL has ever sailed to the North Pole.

The academy has found out the trajectory of the ship, which is extremely weird. Since 15 years ago, it has been circling back and forth in the Arctic Circle every year.

The ship originally belonged to the Russian authorities, but 15 years ago, it was chartered by a German-Argentinian named "Vincent von Ludwig" and turned into a tourist boat, similar to On the Titanic, only the rich could board the ship.

It seems that the ship makes money from these ticket fees, but in fact, EVA calculated Vincent by detecting the invoices for each time Vincent went ashore to replenish supplies, as well as YAMAL's sailing mileage, crew employment fees and many other expenses. In the past ten years of revenue and losses, it was found that Vincent lost an astronomical amount of money every year.

And this person's financial resources are extremely suspicious. He has no company or subsidiaries, and his ancestors are not from a famous family. His money seems to be funded by others. It is certain that the YAMAL will never be a sightseeing ship. , it went to the North Pole with another purpose, as if it was looking for something.

One month before Christmas every year, the YAMAL will definitely set off from the seaport. April is supposed to be the time for it to suspend sailing, but not long ago, it urgently reorganized its personnel and set off again.

What is surprising is that this time, YAMAL did not even sell out the tickets. Only 104 of the 182 tickets were sold. The captain seemed to be rushing to do something, rushing to prepare for the trip non-stop.

The only thing that could make Vincent so anxious was the Aurora Borealis that appeared without warning together with Japan's "Eternal Night".

The Monyach is sailing towards the waters where the auroras appear, and as expected, they will meet the YAMAL there.

Fingel sat in the cabin lounge, drinking hot coffee to warm himself up. Caffeine can increase brain activity, and the heat can dispel the extreme cold of the Arctic Circle.

But from time to time he would scratch the iron-gray hair on his forehead, as if scratching dandruff.

Thelma glanced at Fingel with disgust: "Stop scratching, it's snowing indoors."

In fact, there was no dandruff flying down, but Fingel always gave people the impression of being a greasy homebody who didn't care about hygiene. This had already formed a stereotype in Thelma's mind.

"Then I'm going to wash my hair." Fingel stood up and left the lounge, heading towards the public bathing area.

Rarely did he refrain from making jokes.

A thick-skinned person suddenly became serious, and Thelma couldn't help but wonder if Fingel's self-esteem had been hurt by her words just now.

She suddenly softened and wanted to apologize.

In fact, she doesn't hate Fingel. Although this guy is a two-armed person, he is not the kind of stupid two-armed person. He is not annoying and his words are quite interesting, but it makes people think that he is sloppy, unmotivated and a pure waste.

This kind of waste should be left to die as a beetle in a safe place. Why did the academy send him to the Monyach?

Those who can work on this ship are the best of the best.

If it were in the academy, Thelma would have the leisure to play games with Fingel, but when the Monyach is dispatched, is there any danger?

The places they went to were the most dangerous, and to this day, Thelma didn't believe what Professor Mance told her.

Because the first thing she learned in college was not to believe rumors. Practice is the only criterion for verifying truth. She had observed closely that Fingel was a piece of trash. There is no "A-level" temperament at all.

Only those with skills like Zero can be called "A-level". In the fighting training, no one on the crew was Zero's opponent. Selma was defeated after only 3 minutes.

As for Fingel, every time Fingel was in high spirits and shouted "I'm coming!" from the audience, Zero would pack up his things and get off the stage without even looking at him.

Doesn’t this prove that Fingel is talented?

You know, even a C-level technician, Zero is willing to take advantage of him, but no one wants to fight Fingel. Winning against him is not considered an honor, it is called bullying.

Thelma sighed, puzzled, what was it about Fingel that impressed Professor Mance?

She came to the public bathroom and suddenly stopped.

In the mirror, the hideous scars were reflected. Fingel lifted up his bangs, his eyes like a bloodthirsty beast.

Suddenly, Thelma felt a chill, as if she was being stared at by something.

But the next second, this feeling disappeared.

Fingel turned his head and put down his bangs, "What are you doing here, you bitch? Do you want to peek at this handsome guy washing his hair?"

"Who are you calling a bastard?" Thelma glared and left the bathroom angrily.

In the corridor, she patted her chest, feeling lingering fear.

Was that an illusion just now?