Chapter 225 Attack

Frost's palms were clenched into fists under the table, and the wounds on his shoulders and chest seemed to be aching again.

After holding a high position for so many years, it was the first time that Frost felt that he was so close to death.

The post-treatment report showed that the sword that penetrated his chest was only a few millimeters away from his heart - this was even the result of his desperate fight back.

Feeling the boy's indifferent gaze, Frost's expression became uncertain for a while... and finally he lowered his head slightly.

There is no need to add shame to yourself, that boy is destined to be a monster that will bite the Dragon King.

"Where's Angers? Why didn't he come? Isn't it worthy of him to be on stage if he is not an enemy at the Dragon King level?" A cold voice sounded.

The speaker was a pale and burly old man, sitting there like a thick limestone tombstone. There were fine white scales on the corners of his eyes and on the surface of his skin.

He was examining Lu Mingfei as he entered, his eyes shining with golden edge.

"Mr. Beowulf the 'Dragon Bloodthirsty', the patriarch of the secret party, is over one hundred and fifty years old, older than the principal."

Caesar gave a brief introduction to Lu Mingfei in a low voice.

Lu Mingfei nodded. He had read the history of the secret party in the "black card area" of the library.

In the era before the Industrial Revolution when dragons were slain with swords, Beowulf was one of the most prominent surnames. The long poem "Beowulf" in Nordic mythology was written based on the history of this family.

In the past, the Beowulf family has always been the most determined, bravest and cruelest dragon slayers. They followed the ancient family motto and fed him a drop of dragon blood crystal every time they gave birth to a boy, which is a highly poisonous substance. , but only after passing that kind of poisonous test can the baby be considered useful by the family.

Although this method seems very inhumane today, it cannot deny the contribution this family has made in the history of dragon slaying. They are cold-blooded and efficient. Their dead companions are buried and cremated together with the dead dragons. At most, they blow in front of the grave. A harmonica song as a condolence note.

Moreover, the Beowulf family, where everyone has a high-risk bloodline, has never had a depraved deadpool who harmed mankind. When the men in the family expected that they would be swallowed up by dragon nature, they would choose to drink the last glass of strong wine mixed with dragon blood and then commit suicide. , do not let your journey and your family be shamed.

Lu Mingfei admires the Beowulf family very much. There is no doubt that they can provide the battle group with soldiers with excellent fighting will.

Beowulf frowned displeased. The young man who was much younger than himself not only did not feel awe, but looked at him with an "appreciative" look, like a general inspecting outstanding soldiers.

"I know you, Kassel's S-class, Angers' most proud sword," he said coldly, "He thinks that a student who has not graduated from his aristocratic academy can stand on the battlefield against the dragons. Is it done?"

Lu Mingfei was a little surprised and looked back at Frost, who was sitting above the conference table. He still lowered his head and said nothing. After thinking for a while, he probably guessed what was going on:

Perhaps due to competition for future interests or some other reason, his killing of the "next generation species" was only circulated as a secret within the school board of directors, and the circles outside Cassel College did not know about it.

"Give me the enemy's location or relevant information. That's why I came here." Lu Mingfei said directly, not wanting to explain too much.

"If there is such a thing, then I should be chasing that dragon now instead of sitting here chatting with you!" Beowulf said coldly.

"Information." Caesar snapped his fingers, and someone quickly sent him two pieces of information in the conference room. During this period, he glanced at his uncle and lamented in his heart that Frost, who likes to use force to suppress others, would one day be so frightened by others that he could not even lift his head.

Lu Mingfei glanced at the information. They were all assault and homicide case reports with photos of the victims. These photos were all shockingly red. A normal person would probably feel physically sick and vomit after just one look at them.

In addition to ordinary people, there are also many members of the Beowulf family on the list of victims. At first, there were sneak attacks disguised as accidents, and then there were sieges and suicide attacks. Not only men were targeted, but women and children were also killed in heretical ways. within range.

Including the Dragon Bloodthirsty himself, he suffered several assassinations, but all were saved by his tyrannical personal force.

In less than ten days, nearly twenty masters of the Beowulf family died, and there is still no clue as to the person who commanded these dead servants. It is no wonder that the "Dragon Bloodthirsty" is so irritable and irritable. .

"This is the first time we have encountered a special situation where next-generation dragons do not directly conflict with us after awakening, but lurk in human society. There may be another possibility - the enemy is not dragons, It's a hybrid organization of some unknown force." Caesar quickly flipped through the information in his hand and looked sideways at Lu Mingfei, "What do you think?"

"I'm only good at fighting. I'm not good at reasoning and searching." Lu Mingfei said truthfully.

In his past combat career, he often started pouring out the Emperor's wrath as soon as he stepped out of the drop pod with the bolt gun in his hand. There was no opportunity for so-called reconnaissance and information search.

Generally speaking, Astartes recruits will serve as scouts for a certain period of time before receiving complete power armor after the transformation surgery, and then become official Astartes, but Lu Mingfei was already a member of the Atonement Crusade when his transformation surgery was completed. On the eve of departure, the stage of scouting new recruits was skipped.

"Then we can only wait for new abnormal alerts to be sent back from various branches. It is best not to stay too far away from Italy..." Caesar rolled up the sleeves of his windbreaker and glanced at his golden Patek Philippe watch, "It has been a long time since the last attack. Twenty-seven hours have passed, this is the longest interval, and there may be a major attack."

"This will facilitate our actions. We can characterize it as a terrorist attack and mobilize a lot of power at the national level..."

"What about the artificial intelligence that Cassell invested a lot of resources in research and development? Why not use it to search?" Beowulf said coldly.

"Are you talking about Norma? Her computing power can indeed be spread all over Italy, but her power is limited to the Internet. Just like that dragon, no matter how powerful it is, it can't be used unless it wakes up from the grave and browses Facebook for a while on its phone. Even the artificial intelligence cannot locate the dragon." Caesar explained calmly.

"Why are you silent, Frost? You were not so quiet when you were gesticulating my intervention earlier." Beowulf noticed Frost's unusual quietness.

"...I have nothing to say. What Caesar said is exactly what I want to say." Frost raised his head slightly, his tone a little absent-minded.

"Your Gattuso's bloodline classification has always been so interesting." Beowulf's eyes stayed on the young man Caesar for a while longer. As for Cassel's S-class... In the end, it still has to be decided by A real fight to prove if his bloodline is worthy of his strength.

Maybe S-class is rare in Kassel Academy, but not outside - none of the dragon-slaying families send all their hybrids to Kassel Academy.

"Where are you going?" Caesar saw Lu Mingfei turning and leaving without saying a word.

"It's not my habit to sit and wait." Lu Mingfei walked out of the door.

"Then let's go have Sfogliatella together. It's not too late for breakfast at this time." Caesar followed with a smile.

"Come back, Caesar." Frost said solemnly.

Caesar didn't seem to hear him, walking side by side with Lu Mingfei and disappearing into the shadows of the corridor.

"What are you afraid of? Frost." Beowulf said with a sneer.

Frost raised his head, regaining a little of his former dignity. He didn't answer Beowulf's question, but just breathed a sigh of relief.

…

"Do you have any plans?" The Ferrari drove away from the manor. Lu Mingfei sat in the passenger seat, blowing the cool breeze.

"No, we can only wait for them to show up on their own initiative. The men of the Beowulf family are all under surveillance," Caesar shrugged. "Maybe the dragon has a grudge against the Beowulf family? In that case, we should leave when we leave. Get Mr. Beowulf in the car too, maybe they'll show up faster. Want to eat Sfogliatella?"

"what is that?"

“Cheese-filled mille-feuille, Neapolitans’ favorite dessert for breakfast.”

"It sounds like a very delicious food. But I still want to get Wu first..." Lu Mingfei didn't finish his words, and instinctively sensed a strong sense of crisis!

A premonition from the prophecy system! Attack... from the sky!

Several scenes flashed back in Lu Mingfei's mind. He immediately stood up and without hesitation hugged Caesar Gattuso who was driving and jumped out of the car - neither of them were wearing seat belts.

Caesar instinctively wanted to make a resistance move, but after seeing Lu Mingfei's stern expression, he roughly understood what was going on and allowed himself to be taken away from his seat.

With a "plop", the two fell to the ground and rolled several times. Before they could stabilize themselves and get up from the ground, they heard several deafening explosions like thunder.

The Ferrari that was still driving straight on the road turned into a dazzling fireball, followed by several more fireballs rising behind them. It was the escort convoy sent by the Gattuso family to Master Caesar, but they It was engulfed in an explosion without even giving a warning.

Caesar's handsome face was covered with a layer of dust, and his sea-blue eyes under the messy blond hair were full of astonishment. He got up and looked around cautiously, but did not find any figure carrying the RPG.

"Is it a drone?!" He raised his head and looked at the sky. With the hybrid's extraordinary vision, he could vaguely see three aircraft the size of rice grains in the sky thousands of meters high.

Caesar is no stranger to this kind of modern weapon. Drones were widely used as early as the Gulf War. The US military's attack drones hit Iraqi artillery and ammunition depots; but he never thought that he would also become an unmanned aerial vehicle. The target of man-machine attack!

"Here after me? Or Lu Mingfei?"

"Let's go, take cover immediately!"

Lu Mingfei grabbed Caesar's arm and rushed towards the tunnel entrance far ahead. Without any armor protection, they couldn't withstand the "baptism" of such a hot weapon!