Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei who returned from Sekiro

Chapter 60 The Burning Swan

A figure came to the boiler room and threw the smoking cigar into the tank filled with fuel oil. It only took a second for the raging flames to rush into the cold storage.

The fire roasted the hard ice, and embryos the size of a thumb were faintly frozen in the ice layer.

Before the fire spread completely, the man had disappeared without a trace.

On the top floor of the building, a beam of searchlights came over, a huge black shadow floated in the air, the rotors stirred up the snow in the sky, and the wind was loud. It was the heavy helicopter on the Lenin - Halo.

The rope ladder was lowered, tilted by the wind, the black shadow jumped and grabbed the rope ladder with one hand, took a deep breath of the cigar, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

His pupils were rippling with gorgeous gold, reflecting the flames of flames.

"My dear Herzog, the power of kingship is not so easy to control. If you want to inherit the power of God, you must bear the sins of God. It's a pity that you won't see the day when the new emperor is born."

"We have waited for 1000 years, and finally we have the destined emperor. The emperor will sit on the throne. Feel honored. Your bones will become the ladder for the new emperor to ascend the throne."

He gestured to the pilot of the helicopter, and the propeller made a loud noise, flying high and far away, as if he wanted to break through the barrier of the sky and break free from the biggest cage in the world.

A cigar fell from the sky and was instantly engulfed in flames.

The building howled in the flames, the melted snow looked like blood flowing from the body of a swan under the red fire light, and the fire spread rapidly, not only this building, but also the sentinel, the lighthouse, and the warehouse.
The jumping tongue of flame climbed quickly, like a naughty flame imp, painting every place with graffiti of flame patterns.

The miniature bombs hidden between the floors began to explode, and the floors fell one by one, smashing into pieces on the ground, hot white steam shot out from the columns of the ventilation pipes, the red-hot steel pipes gradually bent, and all kinds of sounds merged into this black one. The song of the dying swan.

The naked men and women lingering in the flames were submerged in the flames, they screamed, and finally regained clarity.

They recalled, uttering ghostly wails and screams, and a troop of returning undead danced in the flames.

On that burning Christmas Eve, the flame is everyone's dance partner.

This time, they still did not escape their doomed fate, and returned to hell again.

The lieutenant led the way without a word.

He forgot which year he came to Black Swan Harbor. He signed a non-disclosure agreement. From then on, all the files no longer contain his name. They have no contact with the outside world. There are no telephone lines or radios. The only way to know the outside world Just read newspapers.

Every year the Lenin brings newspapers and supplies for a whole year, so their information lags behind the outside world for a whole year.

A year ago he believed that their communism was invincible and everything would pass, and a year later he heard that the country would cease to exist.

The lieutenant didn't know what research the doctor was doing in Black Swan Harbor. He was not a researcher. He only knew that it was a very confidential research. Huge amount of state funding.

Perhaps now that his country has disintegrated, the politicians have found a port with no name or note on the map, and there are many appropriation records on it.

Why would politicians be interested in research?

He thought of Major Bondarev, Black Swan Harbor had spent so much money and energy to hide it, even if it was going to be destroyed, at least it had to figure out what was being studied here.

The major is the pioneer who came to spy. He reached a consensus with the doctor to take away all the research materials, and everything else needs to be destroyed.

There is a clause in the non-disclosure agreement, your life will always belong to your country, give your life for the motherland, great communist.

But does his motherland still exist?
He has no friends, and his parents died long ago. Only a grandmother with dementia who was sent to a nursing home, such soldiers and nurses can pass the review and enter the black swan port to serve the unlimited military service.

After signing the agreement, he got a large sum of money. He gave the money to a girl, entrusted her to take care of his grandmother, and promised that after the death of the grandmother, all the money would belong to the girl.

It was an ordinary and ordinary girl with freckles on her face and brown hair always braided. When he was a child, he and the girl were neighbors. When he was too hungry, the girl would steal bread from home for him. he eats.

Maybe the girl is married and has a child. He wants to go back to Moscow and hear the half-grown child call him uncle. If grandma is still alive, he also wants to hug the old woman who always whips him at night.

He has never enjoyed the warmth of a family in his life, and had one-night stands with nurses, but he has never had a lover who spent his whole life making a wish, let alone a relative who cared about him, only that girl, he thought of the two sitting on the dirt steps Looking at the picture of throwing stones in the haystacks feeding the cows, I still smile when I was young.

He didn't want to die here, he didn't even have a tomb, he was buried forever in the arctic frozen soil where no one visited, and he couldn't receive a single flower on his death day. Such a life was a failure.

He has contributed enough to the motherland. He has been on the battlefield, charged at the forefront, shot in the trenches with a gun, and watched his comrades fall one by one. His body was covered with the blood of himself or his comrades. Nurses carried them on stretchers to wounded camps full of soldiers with severed limbs.

He just didn't want to do that again, so he signed the agreement and came to Black Swan Harbor, and now, politicians are not even willing to give the martyrs a peaceful old age.

3781 kilometers, go in this direction, you can reach Moscow this far.

Of course, the actual journey will not be so long. When you see the train track, you have reached the end, but he doesn't know where the track is, so he can only move forward in the direction he looked at at night.

Lu Mingfei followed closely behind the lieutenant, but the fire came from behind.

The two stopped in place in the dark night and turned their heads to look at the bright painting.

It was a magnificent painting, like some kind of grand ending. The lieutenant spent many years there, and he was glad that he ran out earlier, otherwise he would have become a dancing performer on the stage.

But there was also sadness in his heart. Many people were buried and became victims.

Life, in the eyes of those politicians, is a series of meaningless numbers, but to him, it is bragging after hot kisses and strong drinks.

Verkhoyansk, Air Force Base, the orbiting satellite photographed the Black Swan Harbor that was on fire.

The pilots of the Su-27 medium-sized fighter jets received orders, and the engines of the fighter jets hummed deafeningly. It was a squadron of fighter jets that took off to execute the order.

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