Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 52 The Enemy Does Not Surrender

A few minutes later, the restaurateur brought out two large platters of burritos.

This kind of burrito is called taco, which is made of cornmeal, with onions, tomatoes, coriander, shredded cabbage, minced meat, and chili sauce.

The size was just right for one bite, Lu Mingfei tasted one and nodded with satisfaction.

Much better than Kassel's knuckle mixed with sauerkraut.

"how much is it?"

he asked.

"for free."

The boss waved his hands again and again.

"it is good."

Lu Mingfei didn't bother to be polite, so he took the plate away with him.

"Can I go with you?"

The young woman pulled his sleeve, a little shy but full of admiration and expectation.

"No. Be a fighter."

Lu Mingfei tugged at his sleeves and walked out the door.

After getting in the car, he handed the plate to Chu Zihang.

"You may not have realized that you are actually very popular with women."

Chu Zihang picked up a taco and said.

He just watched the whole thing in the car.

"That has nothing to do with me."

Lu Mingfei said blankly.

A mortal may be made strong by love, a space marine is only made weak by it.

Just look at Kayan, the famous traitor of the Thousand Sons entangled with his female Dark Eldar, a decadent sentimentality that transformed him from a wise and powerful warrior to a third-rate literary protagonist.

Looking at all his actions after his betrayal, it is hard not to suspect that his mind was burnt out by the psychic power after being desecrated by the alien.

Lu Mingfei once fought against Kayan, and he felt a confused, weak and self-tortured soul from the opponent's swordsmanship.

That made him very angry, because he was only six hundred years old at that time, and only longed for a really strong opponent.

However, Kayan didn't intend to fight him to the death, so he grabbed a excavated holy relic and left.

According to the think tank's judgment, the holy relic involved the realm of the soul, probably because Kayan wanted to try to resurrect his dark Eldar girlfriend again.

Even if the deceased himself is not willing.

Chu Zihang closed his mouth. He himself had never been in a relationship before, so he was somewhat overwhelmed when talking about this topic.

Volvo moves on.

For Lu Mingfei, enjoying delicious food while driving on the streets of a foreign country is also a wonderful experience.

Especially, when the enemy himself comes to your door to kill you.

When passing through a street, gunshots suddenly rang out one after another.

Hundreds of bullets were shot from the alleys and houses next to it, instantly turning Volvo into a hornet's nest.

After delivering several waves of heads, the gangsters finally learned to ambush.

Although this will lead to problems with the ownership of the reward, it is better than not getting a penny.

As long as the target of the bounty is dead, they can re-fire and merge themselves.

After shooting the Volvo for 2 minutes, the gang members slowly stopped shooting.

At this time, there was no intact iron sheet in the carriage.

With such firepower, even if a bronze statue is placed inside, it will be sieved.

However, gang members still dare not relax their vigilance.

After all, the records of these people are too terrifying.

"You go and see."

One leader raised his chin at his least favorite minion.

The subordinate hid behind him, obviously not wanting to go.

"Hurry up, or I will kill you first."

The leader ghost waved a pistol threateningly.

The subordinates had no choice but to walk towards Volvo tremblingly.

He was holding an imitation ak47, ready to shoot at any time.

But until he got to the side of the car, there was no movement in the car.

The subordinate was about to probe to check, but a bullet stopped his plan.

Because he has no head to poke.

Lu Mingfei straightened up, nodded to Chu Zihang who was under his protection, then kicked the car door and walked out.

The gunfire rang out again, and much harder than before, as real fire joined the frenzy.

Lu Mingfei was holding a very deformed rifle. It looked like an M4A1, but there were ten magazines hanging under the barrel of the gun.

This one was sponsored by an unnamed researcher in the equipment department, and it was the product of his drunkenness.

Because there is almost no practical value, it is put in the warehouse to eat ashes after it is manufactured.

But seeing Lu Mingfei's size, he felt that there might be a chance for actual combat, so he turned out of the warehouse again.

This is considered a personal gift, and the researcher has only one condition, which is to use it at least once in the task, even if it is used to beat mice.

And now is a good time to deliver on that promise.

This gun just looks like an m4a1. It is essentially a precision gun hand-crafted by the equipment department. The firing rate has reached a terrifying 1200 rounds per minute.

Coupled with Lu Mingfei's precise marksmanship and a physique that almost ignores recoil, his firepower alone suppressed the enemy on the left.

On the other side, Chu Zihang was not idle either, the carbine in his hand shot at the enemy on the right, resisting the pressure from behind for Lu Mingfei.

One, two, three, the bullets slowly piled up under Lu Mingfei's feet.

The number of gang members has decreased rapidly, and there are dead bodies lying on the ground in every alley and every house.

And Lu Mingfei is still standing tall, even the expression on his face has not changed, as if he is not exchanging fire with dozens of gangsters, but listening to Professor Manstein's nagging at Kassel College.

Of course he was not unscathed, there was blood bruising under his skin, and his ribs were also aching.

Most critically, a hardened steel-core bullet had punched a hole in his helmet.

But the bullet didn't penetrate the alloy, it just got embedded in it.

The huge momentum made Lu Mingfei dizzy for a moment, but that was all.

The morale of the gang members is gradually collapsing. They are like poor players in the game, playing bosses with invisible blood bars.

And their teammates died one after another, and the next one is likely to be themselves.

Moreover, they have no chance of resurrection.

When one guy turns and runs, it's like a domino set and all the gangsters start running.

They even shot at each other in order to compete for the narrow passage.

Maybe the next bullet will hit that steel-core bullet, and then explode Lu Mingfei's head.

But no one is willing to try this opportunity for others. They just want to run for their lives and escape from this hopeless battlefield.

Lu Mingfei switched the m4a1plus to the three-shot burst mode, shooting bursts at the fleeing enemies.

Soon, the ambushers were wiped out,
He stopped firing and shouted at the houses on either side.

"come out!"

After a few minutes, people walked out of some houses, while others remained silent.

Those who came out looked at him in awe, not knowing what he was going to do.

They are just the bottom of the Juarez people, whoever comes can bully them, as long as there is violence.

Now those gangsters who are showing off their might have all been beaten to death, and these two young people are the biggest violence.

"I have a five thousand dollar question."

Lu Mingfei took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket.

(End of this chapter)