Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei returns from Sekiro

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

The fierce fire roasted the hard ice, and an embryo as big as a thumb was faintly frozen in the ice.

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

On the top floor of the building, a searchlight shone over, and a huge black shadow floated in the sky. The rotors stirred up the flying snow in the sky, and the wind made a loud noise. It was the heavy-duty helicopter on the Lenin - Halo.

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

His pupils were rippling with gorgeous golden color, reflecting the light of the fierce 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 is a pity that you will not be able to see the day when the new emperor is born."

"We have been waiting for a thousand years, and finally the destined emperor has arrived. 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 huge sound, flying high and far away, as if he was trying to break through the barrier of the sky and break free from the largest prison in the world.

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

The building howled in the fire, and the melted snow water looked like blood flowing from the body of a swan under the red firelight. The fire spread rapidly, not only this building, but also the sentry point, the lighthouse, and the warehouse.

The jumping flames climbed up quickly, like naughty flame imps, coating every place with flame pattern graffiti.

The micro bombs hidden between the floor slabs began to explode. The floor slabs fell one by one and broke into pieces on the ground. Hot white steam shot out from the rows of the ventilation ducts. The red-hot steel pipes gradually bent. Various sounds merged into this black... The dying song of the swan.

The naked men and women lingering in the fire were submerged in the flames. They screamed and their eyes finally regained clarity.

They recalled, letting out ghostly wails and screams, and a group of returning undead danced in the flames.

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

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

The lieutenant led the way without saying a word.

He forgot which year he came to Black Swan Port. He signed a confidentiality agreement. From then on, his name was no longer in all the files. They had no contact with the outside world, no phone lines or radios. It was the only way to understand the outside world. Just read the newspaper.

Every year the Lenin brought a whole year's worth of newspapers and supplies, so their information lagged behind the outside world for a whole year.

A year ago he believed that their communism was indestructible and everything would be over. A year later he heard that the country would cease to exist.

The lieutenant doesn't know what research the doctor is doing in Black Swan Port. He is not a researcher. He only knows that this is very confidential research. Only a few people in the military department even know about the existence of Black Swan Port, and allocate funds every year. Huge amounts of state funding.

Maybe now that his country has disintegrated, the politicians have found an unnamed and unannotated port on the map, with numerous appropriation records on it.

Why would politicians be interested in research?

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

The major was the pioneer who came to spy. He and the doctor reached a consensus and took away all the research materials. Everything else just needed to be destroyed.

There is a clause in the confidentiality agreement, your life will always belong to your country, sacrifice your life for the motherland, a great communist.

But does his motherland still exist?

He has few friends, his parents have died long ago, and he only has a grandmother who has Alzheimer's disease and is sent to a nursing home. Only such soldiers and nurses can pass the review and enter Black Swan Port to serve the unlimited military service.

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

She was an ordinary and ordinary girl, with freckles on her face and brown hair, always in braids. 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 already married and has children, and he wants to go back to Moscow to see the half-grown children calling him uncle. If grandma is still alive, he also wants to give a hug to the old woman who always whips him at night.

He has never enjoyed the warmth of family in his life, and has had one-night stands with nurses, but he has never had a lover to make a wish for in his life, let alone relatives who care about him. Only that girl, he thought about the two of them sitting on the dirt steps. The scene of throwing stones at the haystack for feeding cattle still brings out the smile of my childhood.

He didn't want to die here, without even a grave, buried forever in the Arctic frozen soil where no one came, and not able to receive a single flower on his death anniversary. Such a life would be such a failure.

He has contributed enough to the motherland. He has been on the battlefield, charging at the forefront, shooting in the trenches with a gun, and watching his comrades fall one by one. His body is covered with the blood of himself or his comrades, and he is beaten. Nurses carried him on a stretcher into a sick camp full of soldiers with broken limbs and arms.

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

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

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

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

The two of them stopped where they were in the dark night and turned back to look at the bright painting.

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

But he also had sadness in his heart. Many people were buried and became victims.

In the eyes of those politicians, life is a series of meaningless numbers, but in his case, it is bragging after passionate kisses and strong drinks.

Verkhoyansk, Air Force Base, orbiting satellite captured Black Swan Port burning with fire.

The pilots of the Su-27 medium-sized fighter jets received the order, and the fighter's engines made a deafening buzz. It was a squadron of fighter jets that took off to execute the order.

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