Lu Mingfei Returns from Monster Hunting

Chapter 246 Homecoming (4K2)

It's like holding a banquet, and people leave after drinking.

Vishniak's cold body was dragged out by the guards, followed by the onlookers.

There was nothing left in the room except for a puddle of blood and the messy traces of people stepping on it.

Bunin was standing at the window of the stairwell smoking a cigarette.

The snow outside the window is beautiful, and it has the charm of a fairyland Taoyuan after being stained with white smoke.

"You don't need to tell Christina about this, just say that one of our guests committed suicide."

Lu Mingfei was silent for a moment, and asked, "About this matter, Mr. Bunin is not going to explain a few more words to me?"

"Unfortunately, I have no comment." Bunin flatly refused, turned and went downstairs.

By the other window, Ling stood there looking at the snow, Lu Mingfei knew that she was waiting for him, and walked over.

"How did you come."

"There's such a big commotion down there, it's hard not to know." Ling leaned against the corridor, staring at Bunin's back, "Sonia said that Bunin killed Vishniak, he was an executioner, Bunin said that none of us are philanthropists, and the more merciful among us, the sooner we die."

She imitated the accents of the two and translated the Russian that Lu Mingfei could not understand.

She knew what Lu Mingfei was most concerned about.

Lu Mingfei wiped his face: "Sonia and Vishniak should be having an affair, right?"

"There is more than one leg. It is not too much to say that they are grasshoppers on a rope."

Zero said: "But Vishniak teased your Miss Christina all the way, which actually made Sonia very dissatisfied with him."

"What do you call me...it's Miss Christina from the Federal Security Bureau." Lu Mingfei corrected speechlessly.

Zero shrugged, looking indifferent.

"Do you really think that people have no interest in you at all? Didn't you find yourself in an old movie script that went back in time, Miss Secret Service and Mr. Secretary, an old city and a bunch of old friends..."

Lu Mingfei was stunned, Ling didn't say much, turned around with his hands in his pockets and left on his own.

……

After all, Lu Mingfei still didn't keep a secret for Mr. Bunin.

When he returned to the room, he told Christina about Vishniak's death.

But Miss Intelligence is a one-track mind, and her thinking is half-disabled as an old lady, so it is a bit difficult to cross the road.

She said that Vishnia was not an important person, and her death would not affect the auction.

There seemed to be no regrets for the young man who pursued her passionately along the way.

"But he decided in his suicide note to leave all the chips to you."

Lu Mingfei didn't intend to mention this at first, but after seeing Vishniak's coldness for a long time, the girl he liked still didn't look at him once, and he felt that this guy was quite miserable.

Sure enough, when she heard this sentence, Christina was stunned.

"He wants to give me all the chips? You are not kidding me, Mr. Secretary."

Two days ago, Kristina used Vishniak's favor for her to inquire about Vishniak's family background.

That's a huge amount of money that can shock ordinary people's jaws.

He actually wanted to give this huge sum of money to himself?Christina looked disbelieving.

"I accidentally caught a glimpse when Sonia was sorting out Vishniak's suicide note." Lu Mingfei said, "We just pass by everything, like a gust of wind blowing. Everything is silent to us, as if there is a tacit understanding, maybe they regard us half as Shame, half unspeakable hope."

"Rilke's poem? What do you want to express?" Christina frowned slightly.

"It's not what I want to express, but what Vishniak wants to express, and he quoted this poem at the beginning of his suicide note."

Lu Mingfei said: "He also apologized to your arms dealer father in the letter, saying that he didn't mean to offend you, you are a cute girl, and he left you all the chips after he died, but told Buning not to tell you. "

The farewell in the suicide note was very free and easy, as if suddenly Vishniak had an epiphany of life and death.

Christina took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions, and sat up straight on the sofa.

Until now, she had only somewhat regretted Vishniak's death.

It's true that this guy is lustful, but he's also a man with a real temperament.

"Sonia is very sad. Are she and Vishniak lovers?" Lu Mingfei asked curiously.

"I've never heard of it. I'm not familiar with those people. It's the first time I've seen them."

"Vishniak has been around you and gave you all the family property. Didn't the two of you have an in-depth exchange about each other's feelings?"

"No, you know that I regard these as tasks. Although I try to approach them, I will keep a certain distance from them."

Lu Mingfei clicked his tongue, and continued to ask: "Then what does he tell you on weekdays, can't the two of you face each other in a daze?"

"Praise my beauty, praise me repeatedly." Christina said quietly, "The old routine of a romantic man teasing a girl."

"Then why don't you take the opportunity to ask? Don't you rely on your beauty to gather information?"

"Are you questioning my professionalism?" Christina raised her eyebrows, "Of course there is a question! It's just that he didn't say anything."

At this point, Lu Mingfei didn't bother to ask.

After all, it is useless to ask.

With Miss Intelligence's IQ, he still suggested that she go to Moscow or Paris to become an idol actress or singer.

These careers fit her head perfectly.

For her, intelligence work still has too many twists and turns. How can she have so many brain cells to take on this responsibility?
Lu Mingfei slandered.

Fortunately, he has completed the temptation.

Zero said that there is a feeling of going back in time in this city.

Going back in time is a mysterious thing, with both old and new sides.

But Christina really doesn't have any vicissitudes and heaviness. This is a child, um...a flower-like age, wanton publicity.

She is like a Tibetan fox running happily on the plateau with its hoofs open, with a kind of brain overload beauty when she grins.

When Lu Mingfei thought this way, Christina took out the medicine box again and quickly swallowed the medicine.

This time she was well prepared and did not show any signs of illness.

Her ALS has apparently started to get worse and she is now taking medication very frequently.

It's just that she has been hiding this secret before, but since Lu Mingfei knows it, she naturally has nothing to hide.

After talking about the suicide incident upstairs, Christina was not in a hurry to leave.

Lu Mingfei was too lazy to chase away the guests, lying on the sofa drowsy, and Christina was wandering away while eating the almond biscuits in the jar, and the two ignored each other.

It was slightly louder, but Lu Mingfei couldn't bear the awkward toe-picking atmosphere, so he spoke first.

"Hello, Miss Christina."

"Ah? What's wrong?"

"Do you have any ideals? For example, what you think you must do in life."

Christina swayed her ponytail foolishly: "Being an intelligence agent... So I have achieved it."

It's really chicken and duck talking.

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes, and didn't bother to pay attention to her again, and continued to lie back on the sofa and close his eyes to rest.

……

Bunin sat alone at his desk with a blank expression on his face.

Dark green velvet curtains completely blocked sunlight from entering this narrow space.

On the desk sits an old telephone that looks older than the city.

For several hours, Bunin kept his eyes on the phone, but he never picked up the receiver.

He was hesitant to make the call.

Vishniak's death was not good news for them. On the contrary, the other party might blame them for losing such a client.

"Jingle bell~~"

The moment the phone rang, Bunin suddenly raised his head and stared at the phone, as if it was some wild beast.

It wasn't until the bell rang for more than ten seconds that he calmed down and picked up the microphone.

"I already know about Vishniak. It's a pity that his family has contributed to us. The funeral should be properly arranged. We should choose the land he wanted to bury his noble body before he died."

A calm male voice, mysterious and distant.

It is impossible to distinguish the other party's accent, age and other information from the voice, but he can know that his emotions are different from what he said.

He had no regrets about Vishniak's death.

"He bought himself a private cemetery in Moscow and wanted to bury himself there."

"Only the ashes are left."

"clear."

"Also, the transaction must proceed as scheduled. This is the last time you will preside over a transaction, and we are grateful for your many years of service."

Bunin was silent for a long time, and finally asked respectfully: "If possible, I have a small request..."

He mustered up the courage to make this request, with an attitude as humble as a courtier kneeling in front of the king and begging for a small piece of fiefdom for the elderly.

If the other party stood in front of him at this moment, he would even kneel down without hesitation.

However, the other party refused without even thinking about it.

"Sorry, we must maintain the fairness of the transaction, even the moderator, cannot violate our rules."

The phone hung up, and Bu Jing sat quietly in the dark.

He hung up the microphone mercilessly, pulled his hair with his stubby big hands, and regained the viciousness of an arms dealer in his eyes.

In fact, his request is not high, he just wants to find a way out for his daughter.

But in the eyes of those people, he was just a foot-washing towel that could be replaced at any time, without any right to make a request to them.

It was late at night, but the party in the tavern was still the same.

It was very lively today, Christina, Lu Mingfei and even Zero all came.

Tomorrow is the auction, plus the accidents that happened yesterday and today.

Now all the guests present are full of worries, and they are not as noisy as before.

Drinking mini-games and activities have also been cancelled.

Just playing cards and dancing as usual.

Lu Mingfei saw Sonia.

It was a tragedy that happened in the morning, but the girl seemed to have fully recovered from her grief.

She was wearing high heels, a silk skirt, and her curly red hair was swaying in the crowd, and she still looked radiant when she danced.

It's just that the girl's makeup is heavier, probably to cover her red eyes from crying.

Auchinez took everyone to play poker, and the winnings and losses of each hand were tens of thousands of dollars. This is considered a big deal in ordinary casinos, but in the eyes of the guests in City 023, this is just a drizzle.

The atmosphere in the tavern was surprisingly harmonious.

Christina's attire tonight is a sky-blue long skirt and blue-gray high boots, making her look even more youthful and elegant.

Unexpectedly, Miss Christina, who is usually very popular, was ignored by few people today.

Everyone was playing cards and drinking, and Kritina was left alone. She wandered around, and in the end she was greeted to sit down beside her.

Christina is that kind of tough tigress, and Zero is obedient and small like a child, but when the two of them sit side by side, they look more like a princess with her maid.

"What are you doing with your gun?"

When Lu Mingfei saw Old Tang taking out the Desert Eagle from under his clothes, his eyelids twitched.

"Damn it, today is the first time Her Royal Highness has come to such a chaotic place. As her number one bodyguard, I must be wary of those men eating her tofu."

Old Tang picked up the cheese tart with one hand and munched on it, while waving the Desert Eagle with the other.

"As long as someone dares to make a move, I will shoot him to pieces."

Lu Mingfei: "..."

He really wanted to say brother, calm down, there are not many people present who can't pull out their guns and shoot at you.

You are an ordinary person who is more agile now, and if you really fight with these little dragons, you may not know who will smash whose egg.

But looking at the behavior of the guests around him, Lu Mingfei didn't say what was in his heart.

Tonight's reception was quieter than usual, no one touched the girl's thigh while drinking, and Old Tang's bird-hunting desert eagle probably couldn't shoot.

"I always feel that this group of people will fight at some point." Mai Tokuro said flatly across from the two, "It's a life-and-death kind."

"That's right." Old Tang nodded, "In a real fight, you have to protect Zero."

In terms of seniority, Su Enxi's wine, virtue, and linen are all in the fraction.

But Zero's status in the team is much more important than them.

"Zero still needs my protection?" Mai Toku sneered.

"That's right." Old Tang nodded.

That is a ruthless character who can tear Deadpool with his hands and fight with more than a dozen A-level hybrids.

Maybe he needs her protection in a fight.

Lu Mingfei drank vodka leisurely, and he didn't feel the burning sensation after drinking more than 50 degrees of spirits.

The powerful body has long ignored the stimulation brought by these things.

How else would those ridiculous guests have a night of bear paws?
The tavern is brightly lit, and the warm light is extraordinarily warm against the backdrop of the wind and snow.

Suddenly there was a crisp bell on the street.

At this time, whether it was playing cards, drinking or chatting, they all stopped their movements and turned to look in the direction of the ringing.

The guests, headed by Oginets, stood up silently, put on coats or sable furs and walked out of the tavern.

Lu Mingfei exchanged glances with the others, and followed them out.

The black hearse slowly passed through the abandoned city in the wind and snow, and the copper bell on the front of the car jingled.

City No. 023 resounds with "Volga Boatman", which is the music chosen by Vishniak for his funeral.

People stepped forward one after another, put their hands on the car, and escorted the car forward.

Lu Mingfei could sense the sincerity of their condolences.

It's hard to imagine that there is such a deep relationship among a group of businessmen who are fighting openly and secretly.

The hearse traveled almost the entire city, and finally stopped by a glacier outside the city.

Alexander Bunin stood silently by the tall woodpile.

Vishniak's body bag was carried onto the pyre by the guards, and a large amount of gasoline was poured on it to ensure a vigorous burning.

Bunin took off the unburned cigarette from the corner of his mouth and threw it on.

Flames can purify all evils in the world.

(End of this chapter)