Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 339 Rain Curtain
After hanging up the phone, Chu Zihang turned around and opened the closet. There was a long black tennis bag lying in the corner.

Unzipping the zipper, the handle of the black shark skin was tightly attached to the racket. He held the handle, and when the knife was extended an inch, iron-blue light splashed out, and the icy breath quickly moved up his wrist.

Yushen Knife Murasame, it is said that after a murder, spring rain will naturally ooze out to wash away the blood. Someone cast this non-existent knife with recycled metal and enshrined it in the shrine for ten years to nourish its hostility. .

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

Although not as good as the real one, it is still an extremely powerful alchemy weapon, enough to penetrate the bones of dragons of the next generation and below.

Carrying the tennis racket bag on his back, he came to the bedroom, lifted the bed, and took out a pure black box in the corner that was locked with a combination lock.

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

After a series of rigorous safety tests by the U.S. military, it can ensure the safety of the box itself and the contents inside. Accidents such as car crushing, gunshots, falling, moisture, water immersion, dust, etc., can guarantee the safety box to the greatest extent. The contents inside are safe, and even if it falls from a high altitude, the glass bottle inside is still intact.

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

These include an M4A1 rifle, an ACOG scope, a Beretta 92F pistol, and supporting ammunition, and of course grenades, two thermobaric grenades. The difference between it and conventional grenades lies in the inside of the body. Inside there is a fuze plus a small amount of explosives and 240 grams of cloud blasting agent. After the safety head is pulled, a small amount of explosives will be detonated first, and the cloud blasting agent will be blown out. The cloud explosive agent will mix with oxygen in the air to produce a secondary explosion. Now, the killing radius of this grenade has reached seven meters, and the explosion effect is equivalent to ten conventional grenades.

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

This is the standard equipment for the commissioner of the Executive Department. He does not carry a rifle. In fact, the effect of guns on dragons is not good, because there are no particularly deadly parts in dragons. If a human is hit by a gun in the heart or brain, he will die on the spot. Killing, even if a non-critical part is shot, blood loss and broken shrapnel are enough for the person who was shot to be bedridden in the hospital bed.

But dragons are different, small bullets can't penetrate their scales, unless they use large-caliber armor-piercing bullets, but the shrapnel will do almost no damage to them. Ordinary bullets will soon be squeezed by steel-like muscles. When it comes out, only the alchemy bullets added with mercury can be effective, or the all-round explosions of RPG and high-explosive grenades can have significant lethality.

For an A-level like Chu Zihang, cold weapons are of course more suitable.

He tidied up the bed again and walked downstairs as if nothing had happened.

Mom was still applying the facial mask, lying sideways on the sofa, crossing her legs, squinting her eyes, listening to the drama-style dialogue between the hero and heroine of the soap opera on the TV.

The sound of natural gas burning came from the kitchen. Aunt Tong took a kitchen knife and split the pork ribs. The fan of the range hood whizzed, but the smell of oil still came out.

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

It is pouring rain outside, and the house is warmly lit. Mom sometimes takes out cold beer from the refrigerator and asks Chu Zihang to watch football games with her. Chu Zihang is not good at playing football. His high school life All dedicated to basketball, in fact, my mother does not know much about football, she just enjoys the feeling of drinking and applauding.

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

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

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

Every time he performs a mission, he has made a conscious decision that he will 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. Given his mother's trust in him, he would never doubt it.

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

He thought of the cold he had when he was in elementary school. He was feverish and lay dizzy on the bed. His mother didn't even know how to take him to the hospital. The face can be cured. In the end, Dad bought cold granules and mixed it with water for him to drink.

Mom is a lucky woman. She will never take care of others in her life, and she will always be taken care of by others.

"Zihang? Do you want to go out?"

Because of this moment of hesitation, Su Xiaoyan's alarm clock rang, and she applied a mask for 15 minutes, and it was time to change it when the time came. She tore off the mask, sat up and stretched: "Speaking of it, I remember you Said that your vacation is for a week, did the school send you a notice to let you go back? The weather is so bad, planes and cruise ships are suspended, so I can only ask the school for leave."

"Let's go after the rain stops, stay at home with my mother for a few more days, and I don't know when I will see my precious son next time."

Su Xiaoyan said in a coquettish tone, after being moisturized by the mask, her face was still as supple as a girl's, and no one could tell that she was the mother of a college student.

"I have already applied to the school." Chu Zihang lied, "The instructor Schneider approved me another week's vacation."

"Yeah, Spain will play against Mexico tonight, it's something to watch." 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 from Lu Mingfei that you drove a high school girl off that night. Tell me honestly, don't you?"

"No, Mom, I'm going out to help Mr. Schneider go through the formalities. The college is expected to enroll students here next month, so I sent an email to Shilan High School from the United States in advance, but the email was stuck at 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, she should be very safe, there is nothing to worry about.

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

Standing on tiptoe, she kissed Chu Zihang's side face: "Be careful on the road, come back early for dinner."

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

"Okay, drive slowly." Su Xiaoyan waved her hand, yawned, and went back into the house.

"En." Chu Zihang pushed open the door, and the storm slammed onto the eaves, and streams of water flowed down the bricks and shattered on the steps.

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

"Mom, goodbye."

Chu Zihang walked into the garage and sat in the driver's seat of the Palamela.

"EVA, start navigating."

"The best route has been planned for you."

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

"Estimated to arrive 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 focused, then opened them slowly, the light in his eyes seemed to have thrown a torch into the ancient well!

He flicked his hair and moved his facial muscles slowly and vigorously... There was already another person in the mirror, that face was as hard as a glacier, and the golden shimmer in the depths of his pupils was like a will-o'-the-wisp.No one would be willing to look at him at this moment, the stern air like a spear was silently dispersed, looking into his eyes, it was like a gun with no safety on it.

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

Chu Zihang let go of the brakes and pushed the accelerator to the end, the engine cheered, and Palamela pierced through the dark gray rain curtain like a hair-raising sword.

Greenland Sea.

The Moniaher finally arrived in this sea area.

This place is already in the Arctic Circle, although it is early spring, there are still ice floes everywhere.

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

The college has already found out the trajectory of this ship, which is very weird. Since 15 years ago, it has circled back and forth in the Arctic Circle every year.

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

It seems that the ship makes money from these ticket fees, but in fact, EVA calculated Vincent’s cost by investigating Vincent’s invoices for replenishing supplies every time he went ashore, as well as YAMAL’s sailing nautical miles, crew employment fees and many other expenses. In the past ten years of revenue and losses, it was found that the money Vincent lost every year was an astronomical figure.

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

Every year, one month before Christmas, the YAMAL will definitely depart from the harbor. April should have been the time for it to rest, but not long ago, it set off again after urgently reorganizing its personnel.

Surprisingly, this time, YAMAL didn't even sell out the boat tickets. Out of 182 tickets, only 104 were sold. The captain seemed to be rushing to do something, urging preparations non-stop.

The only thing that can make Vincent so anxious is the northern aurora that appeared without warning along with Japan's "Eternal Night".

The Moniah is sailing towards the sea area where the aurora appears. Not surprisingly, they will meet the YAMAL there.

Fingal sits in the cabin lounge, drinking hot coffee to warm up. Caffeine can increase brain activity, and 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.

Selma gave Fingel a disgusted look: "Stop scratching, it's snowing indoors."

In fact, there was no dandruff flying down, but Fingal gave people the impression that he was always the greasy, unhygienic dead otaku, which had already formed a stereotype in Selma's mind.

"Then I'll go wash my hair." Fingel stood up, left the lounge, and walked towards the public bathing area.

In a rare way, he didn't quibble, just joked.

A thick-skinned person suddenly became serious, and Selma couldn't help but wonder if what she said just now hurt Fingel's self-esteem.

She suddenly softened and wanted to apologize.

In fact, she didn't dislike Fingel. Although this guy was a dude, he wasn't that kind of stupid dude. He wasn't annoying, and his talk was quite interesting, but it would make people think he was sloppy, unmotivated, and a pure waste.

This kind of waste should be eaten as rice bugs in a safe place and wait to die. Why did the academy send him to the Moniach?
Those who can work on this ship are the best of the best.

If it was in the academy, Selma would have the leisure to play games with Finger, but when the Moniaher was dispatched, which time was it not dangerous?
The places they went were the most dangerous places. To this day, Selma doesn't believe what Professor Mance told her.

Because the first thing she learned in the academy was not to believe in rumors, practice is the only criterion for verifying the truth, she has observed it closely, and Finger is a piece of iron, eat it, eat it, eat it, There is no "Class A" temperament at all.

Skills like Zero can be called "A-level". In the fighting training, no one in the crew was an opponent of Zero. Selma was defeated after only 3 minutes.

As for Finger, every time Finger was in high spirits and shouted "I'm coming!" from the audience, Ling would pack up his things and step off the stage, giving him a glance or not.

Doesn't this prove how good Fingal is?
You know, even a C-level technician, Zero is willing to make a move, but Fingel, no one wants to fight him, winning him is not an honor, it is called bullying.

Selma sighed, puzzled, what was it about Fingal that convinced Professor Mance?
When she came to the public bathroom, her footsteps suddenly stopped.

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

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

But in the next second, this feeling disappeared.

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

"Who are you calling an eighth woman!" Thelma glared, and left the bathroom angrily.

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

Was that just an illusion?
(End of this chapter)