Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 144 Tango Dance King

Thanks to the ally of "always have nothing"
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"1 minute and 07 seconds, 125 dummies, an average of two per second, not hit by any paint bullets, too strong." Willie looked at the data fed back on the laptop, amazed again and again.

"Lu Mingfei, come back, the second test is over." Mance spoke into the headset.

"Received." Lu Mingfei took off the tactical goggles, put the pistol in the tactical bag on his thigh, secured the Uzi submachine gun, put it on his belt, and walked out of the valley.

This is an experimental valley outside Kassel College, and it is also one of the venues for actual combat acting classes. Those dummies are used for training and exams. The black combat uniforms are equipped with trackers, and the dummies can pass through the trackers. Signal tracking, and fire paint bullets for shooting.

"How do you feel?" Mance came over and helped him take off his combat uniform, which contained a black vest and a special metallic armguard on his left arm.

The exterior is an extended metal exoskeleton, which is tightly attached to Lu Mingfei's skin. Rose-red gemstones are inlaid on the shoulders, and a rope is stretched between the arms and wrists. The tip of the hook is like a bullet. Tighten it, showing an exquisite diamond-shaped crystal shape, the tip is in the same direction as Lu Mingfei's wrist.

The style of painting is very futuristic, like the equipment of a super soldier.

"The sense of stagnation has been reduced a lot, the weight is also much lighter, and the length of the rope has reached my expectation." Lu Mingfei said: "If I have to say there are any shortcomings, it is that it is too troublesome to wear."

Professor Mance and a few researchers came to help Lu Mingfei take off the "Mechanical Prosthetic Hand - Beta Version". They worked hard for half a minute before taking it off.

"This is something to be optimized in the next stage." Mance put the mechanical prosthetic hand back into the black suitcase, "The data has been sent to your mailbox, go back and analyze it carefully, and hand over the experimental summary to me before the day after tomorrow."

"Good professor." Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Next week is an extracurricular practice class for freshmen. With your rating, you will definitely be assigned to participate in a more dangerous task. Be careful." Mance locked the suitcase.

"Will you meet Deadpool?"

"Probably yes, or some perverted murderer." Mance handed the suitcase to Willy, took out the cigar cutter and cigar box, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and puffed, "Before I leave, I'll tell you what's right." Hand' carry out a debugging, allowing you to carry it in this practice class, this is your first actual combat, use it with caution."

"I will be careful." Lu Mingfei suddenly paused, and then asked: "What should I do if I encounter a perverted murderer, is it the same as dealing with Deadpool, or should I call the police?"

"We are a special executive agency with priority." Mance patted him on the shoulder.

"I understand, Professor." Lu Mingfei nodded.

"You go back to school first, we still have to restore the venue, the exam for "Magic Alchemy Design Level 12" is on December 22, remember to review."

Lu Mingfei returned to the downstairs of the dormitory, and changed his clothes back into the dark green school uniform. He entered the dormitory building, climbed the stairs to the door of 304, inserted the key into the lock hole and turned it. After moving, turn the door with the door lock to open the door.

"I'm back." Lu Mingfei said.

Fingal was still lying on the bed, yawning under the covers, with disheveled hair.

It's already 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and he hasn't gotten up yet. He looked like this when he went out in the morning, and he still looked like this when he came back.

"What's for dinner?" Fingel shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and sat up from the bed.

"I have to go to the research room at 5 o'clock to help Professor Guderian sort out the report to be handed in tomorrow's meeting." Lu Mingfei pushed the window open, and the refreshing wind blew through the door, and the room suddenly became much brighter.

Today is a sunny day, and it’s the weekend again. The sun is shining all over the campus. Many people are walking or basking in the sun wearing sportswear.

"Then I can only go to the cafeteria to eat pork knuckles." Fingel climbed the ladder and got off the bunk bed, put his feet into the slippers, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

"Or you can wait for me to come back, and I'll take you to the cafeteria to eat skewers." Lu Mingfei took off his school uniform jacket, put down the wedge ball on his back, and changed into a suit of light clothes.

"Forget it, I'll starve to death by then." Fingel spit out a foamy mouthwash towards the sink, "What's the number today?"

"December 12th." Lu Mingfei tidied up the changed clothes and prepared to throw them into the washing machine, "There are still 7 days until Christmas. After the practical classes and a few more exams, the holiday is almost over. "

"A semester has passed again." Fingel wiped facial cleanser in front of the mirror, patted his face with his fat hands, and combed his hair, "When is your practical class?"

"It starts next Monday." Lu Mingfei sat on the bed, "What did you do in the practical class? I remember you said you were 'A' when you entered school, right? It's impossible to let 'A' go to the office to collect scandal gossip Bar."

"I was back then." Fingel paused, "It's been so long, I've forgotten."

He turned on the faucet, rinsed off the milky white facial cleanser, and dried his face with a white washcloth.

"Let me think about it." He stared at the mirror in a daze, and said slowly: "I remember going to destroy a small gang in Chicago, what's it called. What's 'Tango King', yes, 'Tango King'."

"'Tango King'? Imitate the name of 'Latin King'?" Lu Mingfei asked.

He has been in Chicago for more than 3 months, and he still has heard of "Latin King".

The Latin King was founded in the 40s. This organization is located in Chicago, Puerto Rico, and Mexico. Although it is not as violent as other gangs, it will participate in other illegal money-making activities.

Such as casinos, recruiting piao, marijuana trading and gun trading, etc.

But he hadn't really heard of what "Tango King" was, and it sounded like some kind of second-hand knockoff.

"It was a temporary gang formed by a delusional lunatic." Fingel said: "You know, if you want to join their gang, the requirement is to be able to tango, it's outrageous."

"What does the 'Tango Gang' usually do? Teach others how to dance tango?"

"Yes, how did you know? Their usual gang activity is to teach others how to dance tango."

"Really, then will they force tuition fees from others? I taught you, so you have to pay money."

"No, they don't charge money either, just leave after dancing."

"Then why are you destroying this little gangster? It sounds like they are a non-profit organization teaching people how to dance for free."

"At first I also thought it was a non-profit organization." Fingel said: "My partner and I danced a tango together, and were appreciated by their boss and joined the gang."

"Everyone who joins the club has to dance a tango, swinging to the rhythm." Fingel recalled, slowly lowering his hand, as if embracing an invisible partner, "They believe that there is a tango king in this world , everything is born under the dance steps of the king of tango."

"Cult?" Lu Mingfei frowned.

"Do you know what the common methods of cults are?"

"I learned a little bit in the class of "Criminal Minds." Lu Mingfei touched his chin and said, "The most common way is to keep praising you, such as 'I admire you very much', 'The Lord is watching you' , 'You are unique and excellent', use this phrase to gain your trust first. Cults often target vulnerable groups who are in a low point, such as people who have just broken up or lost their jobs, and these people are more lacking in others recognition."

"It seems that you have learned well." Fingel swayed tango steps, and slowly moved from the bathroom, "On the first night we joined the gang, we saw a breathtaking sight, the fountain in the middle of the town In the park, there were about 500 people dancing tango, men, women, children, everyone was dancing, a huge speaker was playing music that was deafening, can you imagine that scene? It was like a big carnival until the wee hours of the morning, the music It didn't stop."

"Yan Ling?" Lu Mingfei continued to ask.

"Speaking No. 67, Sirens. In ancient Greek mythology, sirens are monsters with a human head and a bird body. They use their singing voices to make passing sailors lose their senses, and the ship hits a rock and sinks. Because they often wander on the rocks or Among the ships, it is also known as the Kraken."

"I remember the effect of the siren, which can emit syllables that cannot be distinguished by the human ear, and hypnotize and suggest people whose blood is lower than my own. Masashi Toyama's psychology teacher has this speech ability, could it be?" Lu Ming thought of a theoretical possibility.
It is common sense to use the word spirit to chant the dragon text. Only the awakened person of the speech spirit can chant those mysterious syllables, and at the same time consume the "spirit" in the body as fuel. To the common man it's just a strange syllable that doesn't make sense.

Usually, dragon text is chanted with the mouth, but a small number of extreme word-speaking users can sing those syllables in a more subtle way, just like the seal in "Naruto", masters can do it One-handed seal.

"The king of tango dancers sang Long Wen with the sound of tango taps, and the syllables were hidden in the music played by a huge speaker. Anyone who heard the music was hypnotized by him." Fingel said: "'Tango Only seven days after Wang's establishment, it expanded like a tide, but no one called the police, and even the police were obsessed with dancing. We didn't start the investigation until Norma monitored the area and no one turned on the TV for 3 nights. "

"It's actually possible to sing Long Wen with dance steps." Lu Mingfei was a little shocked.

"The world is so big, there are always a few supernatural beings." Fingel spread his hands.

"Then how did you subdue this gang? Suppress it with blood? Brother, you are 'A-level', the Siren should not be able to influence you." Lu Mingfei asked.

"Indeed, plus me, there were two 'A-levels' in the team at that time, and there was a team leader with five years of experience in the executive department. There were also quite a few B-level specialists. I was just trying to mix up the numbers." Finger Er shrugged, "But there is a problem, the siren's hypnotic effect is permanent."

"Then you caught him and de-hypnotized him?"

"We surrounded him." Fingel said lightly: "But the moment he realized that he could not escape, he danced wildly, and the dance steps spread through the sound box to the whole town. For a moment, he immediately jumped off the 12th-floor advertising building and fell to pieces."

"This..." Lu Mingfei was silent.

"When the tango dancer was assessing me and my partner, he came over to us and said: You danced so well, I admire you very much." Fingel and Lu Mingfei looked at each other, "After this practice, the deceased There was only one, but everyone in the town was hypnotized, and even if the enforcement department took measures later, there would still be people dancing tango uncontrollably."

"He didn't become a Deadpool, did he?"

"No, but in subsequent tests, it was found that his blood concentration had reached a critical point, and he would turn into a deadpool in a few days." Fingel said: "His actions have caused hundreds of people who cannot live normally. 'Disabled people', people who get triggers when they take a shit, old people who break their bones and fall from dancing, if we don't hypnotize these 'patients', they will dance until they die of exhaustion."

"My gun was aimed at his head at the time. If I had shot earlier, he would have never had the chance to undergo such a deep hypnosis." Fingel looked away, and took out a bagged sandwich and a box from the locker. Pure milk," but I hesitated, I yelled at him, hoping he would stop and cooperate with our work, but he was completely insane, the team members who acted with me were hypnotized by him because the blood concentration was not enough, he vented crazily My own 'spirit', until I found the sound transmission equipment and destroyed it, it was too late."

"Lu Mingfei, remember." Fingel slammed the straw into the milk carton, "If the blood of the dragon race exceeds the threshold that humans can bear, they will be assimilated, and their will will tend to violence and killing, or They tend to be paranoid, and they will inevitably go to extremes in a certain direction. The more they exceed the threshold, the harder it is to be called a "human". This process cannot be turned back. They will eventually become aliens following the power of the dragon, so The quest is also called 'Slaying Dragons' instead of 'Slaying People'."

"Are you trying to tell me not to be relentless?" Lu Mingfei asked: "If the executive department doesn't intervene and let the 'Tango King' transform into Deadpool, I'm afraid everyone who joins the 'Tango King' will dance until they die. .”

"That's one aspect." Fingel took a bite of the sandwich. "The so-called dragon slaying is also a sin. Remember to see the psychological teacher often, which will be very helpful."

"Is it a sin?" Lu Mingfei couldn't help holding the handle of Xie Wan's knife.

"Thank you brother for reminding me, I will pay attention." He smiled and put the wedge ball under the bed, "Do you want to play some games? I won't go out until 2 hours later."

"Come on, why don't you come?" Finger was already sitting at the computer desk, and he turned on Lu Mingfei's computer, "What do you think I got out of bed for?"

"Good guy, your hands are so fast." Lu Mingfei jumped up from the bed and sat on his right hand.

The scratched black bank card was placed in the middle of the computer break between the two of them. The afternoon sun shone in from the window, and the silver cut was slightly shiny.

Winter is here, and the days of the sun will be less and less. Today is a rare sunny day.

The agreed day is coming soon, and Lu Mingfei is already ready.

He quietly turned his head to glance at the card, and logged into the game account. This is a new game, which was only released in April this year, and he is working with his senior brother on land reclamation.

"Erika no lol" invites you into the room.

"Sakura" and "Violent bear" join the room.

"League of Legends", three people entered the 5V5 matching queue.

(End of this chapter)