Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 70 S-Class Mission

A giant black monster lying on the Chicago airport, like a tamed dragon, waiting for the arrival of its master.

"The principal actually took out his special plane 'Sleibnir' to pick us up. I dare say that there is no one in the academy who is more powerful than us!"

Fingel sighed, took out his mobile phone to take a picture, and after a short operation, another new post appeared on the night watchman forum.

As one of the current celebrities at Kassel College, Fingel's posts will certainly not need to be constantly topped up to keep from sinking like others.

In less than 2 minutes, there were dozens of replies to his post, with envy, amazement, and condolences—because everyone knows that the Japanese branch is not a good place.

There were also curses—after Lu Mingfei's strength was revealed, many gambling dogs who had lost everything in the 3E exam handicap agreed that Fingel had used that bad file to deceive people, so they issued a "card Searle debt collection order", blocking Finger everywhere to demand repayment.

"Principal's special plane? Made by the equipment department?"

Lu Mingfei stared at this plane with obvious traces of the equipment department's style, his eyes sparkled.

Gulfstream G550, the leading brand among private jets, is specially designed for billionaire businessmen, superstars or politicians.

It only takes a few hours for this kind of private plane to fly across the Atlantic Ocean. It is still dark in New York when you board the plane, and it is early morning in Paris when you open your eyes.

"How is it possible? The equipment department is only responsible for making various abnormal modifications to this purchased Gulfstream G550. Fortunately, because it is the principal's private plane, they didn't install any backup hidden energy on this thing, otherwise it can still be driven. Go...cough cough!"

Fingel coughed a few times and didn't continue talking.

Lu Mingfei felt a little regretful, if the equipment department could make a plane, then he could try to let them make a rough version of the Stormcrow for him——

A primary transport and fire support air vehicle for the Astartes.

As the boarding stairs descended, a female commissioner in the standard black trench coat of the Executive Department waited for them.

"Lu Ming is not a student?"

The female commissioner carefully looked at Lu Mingfei and the long sword on his back, with a bit of awe in his eyes.

The reputation of the S-level freshmen has already spread throughout the executive department. He was the protagonist of a war practice class and won the MVP. In a sudden attack, he split an armored vehicle crashing in front of several commissioners without being injured.

"What's up?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yes, this is the document the principal ordered for you."

The female commissioner politely handed over a gray brown paper bag with both hands, "The principal said, please open it after you get on the plane."

Lu Mingfei took the paper bag, and the female commissioner handed over another agreement: "This is the repatriation agreement for the dead body, please go to the Japanese branch to implement it this time... Well, all the exchange students studying here are here to sign."

"I never sign this stuff."

Lu Mingfei ignored the agreement and walked up the boarding stairs.

"I don't need either."

Chu Zihang shook his head and followed behind Lu Mingfei.

"Since the head and deputy head are so confident, then I won't sign. Anyway, the first two will step up if something happens."

Fingel smiled, and also refused to sign the repatriation agreement for the remains, and quickly followed the team with two heavy suitcases.

The female commissioner looked a little helpless, but she didn't catch up and force them to sign, as if she had expected this result a long time ago.

Sleibnir's interior cabin is decorated with high-end luxury, like a small living room of a villa, even equipped with a wine cabinet and refrigerator - all fixed in place, including all kinds of good wine and goblets in the wine cabinet.

"boom--!!!"

The sleeping black monster woke up and let out a deafening roar that was enough to tear a person's eardrums apart.

In a normal Gulfstream flight, the passengers in the plane don't even notice that the engine is running. The designer claims that it is as quiet as a "huge blue whale swimming in the deep sea".

But the headmaster's Sleibnir is a modified version of the equipment department - Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang are both familiar with this name.

Just like the "pragmatism first" character of those lunatics, the speed of this Gulfstream was pulled to the extreme. It was estimated that it would only take six hours to cross the Pacific Ocean to Tokyo, more than four hours faster than the normal flight.

But accompanied by the extreme speed and the roar that roars all the time, the Gulfstream G550 has changed from a blue whale swimming in the deep sea to a tiger shark attacking food at full speed on the sea surface. Without any noise reduction measures, it is very suitable for those from A war smith who doesn't think about comfort.

"Have you ever seen a tank with zoned air conditioning, heated cushions, and massage seats?"

Director Akadullah speaks plausibly.

Lu Mingfei opened the kraft paper bag given to him by the executive department, and took out the documents inside.

The first thing that catches the eye is the eye-catching "S" grade red badge.

"I'll go, S-level mission! It must be for you, I won't read it, I will be brainwashed if I read it..."

Fingel, who was sitting aside, covered his eyes and turned his head away.

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, Ange hadn't told him about any S-level missions.

The three of them all knew that going to Japan as an "exchange student" this time was a cover, and Ange also knew what Lu Mingfei was sending to Japan for.

So he specially sent his beloved Sleibnir, spent hundreds of tons of aviation fuel, and sent three weeping angels weighing nearly 300 kilograms and their weapons and equipment to Japan.

The "Emperor" and his think tank "Gloria" did leave a definite and profound trace in Japan.

Lu Mingfei ignored the "This is a secret only for Lu Mingfei to read" cover letter, and briefly glanced at the task information recorded on the document from his seat.

The last page of the document contains a stern warning, not to disclose any information about the mission to others, otherwise you will violate some treaty and be punished, the words are filled with the smell of steel and blood.

Chu Zihang who was sitting on the other side unconsciously looked away, and said softly:

"This should be a task assigned by the school board of directors. This tone of inhumanity, ignoring the process and the safety of the executors and only focusing on the results is in line with their style."

Lu Mingfei kept silent, and poured out what was left in the kraft paper bag - a dark red card with a sandalwood scent and a box of matches.

The matches are used to burn the document after reading it, and the words written on the card:
"This mission has nothing to do with me—Ange."

Lu Mingfei took out a match and lit the card. The smell of smoke mixed with the scent of sandalwood was a bit strange.

After the card was completely burned, he stuffed the documents and matches back into the kraft paper bag, raised his hand and threw it away——

It was accurately thrown into the trash can fixed under the table not far away.

"Fuck!"

"Leader, you are definitely the most daring and craziest student I have ever seen since I entered school... You can just throw away the S-level tasks directly assigned by the school board?!"

Fingel's eyes were as wide as copper bells, staring at the brown paper bag thrown into the trash can.

"Let them find a professional team for things like stealing things and being spies. We are not a tool for them to clear away obstacles to consolidate power. We are only responsible for finding heresy and purifying it."

Lu Mingfei said calmly.

(End of this chapter)