I Was Supposed To Slay the Dragon and Started To Cultivate Immortals Unexpectedly

October in the United States is a month that is not too cold nor too hot. At this time, the rain is neither pouring over like a river like summer, nor is it as continuous and cold as it is in late autumn.

Lu Mingfei was holding a black umbrella that came from the equipment department, carrying a briefcase, and crossing the stone road between the church and the building named "Hall of Valor."

It is six o’clock in the afternoon. Director Akadura said that the auction will start in the evening, but according to intelligence, the exact time for this auction is nine hours later, which is tomorrow’s three o’clock in the morning—it is said to be late at night. That's right, after all, the sun was still shining on the other hemisphere at that time.

So Lu Mingfei's time is relatively abundant, especially the auction itself will last three hours, and the crystal mandala happens to be one of the final lots.

Unfortunately, the mission school of this level will not allocate a special plane to him. At most, he will prepare a special car that can be considered past. Fortunately, after several sports cars of Su Tiancheng were passed on during the holiday, he The car skills should be decent.

Hmm... The speeding ticket from the traffic police proves that he may need to remember the speed limit in the traffic rules.

But considering the speed of the train, the distance from Chicago Station to Sothby, and the accidents that might happen halfway, he doesn't have much time, unless he can find a special plane or other fast enough transportation.

The sound of sports car exhaust whirled and roared not far away, almost overshadowing the sound of rain and Lu Mingfei's footsteps.

The lights flickered between the buildings, illuminating the rain in the air, floating in the air like a slender fluorescent silk thread.

Passing the corner of another building, Lu Mingfei's sight suddenly appeared in the dormitory building he had lived in before - now he lives with the neurotics in the equipment department in the villa with holographic landscape images in Watt Alheim.

Downstairs in the dormitory building he was fairly familiar with, a red convertible sports car drove high beams around the dormitory building, and the girl above had the same long red hair.

The rain drenched the hair and clothes of the girl in the driver's seat of the convertible. The skirt stuck to her body and showed a nice curve. The red hair and the convertible brought up afterimages, like flames flowing in the rain.

With Lu Mingfei's eyesight, she can clearly see the girl tilting her head up in the car, with delicate facial features. The rain flowed down her white skin, passed through the chin, neck and collarbone, and then flowed into the collarbone.

The red-haired girl looked up at the dormitory building and yelled like a crazy woman: "I'm going to Chicago, I'm going to Chicago! Would anyone like to go to Chicago with me?"

Every window on the upper floor of the dormitory is open. From freshman to junior year, boys and girls stick their heads out of it-even in the Kassel College where madmen and neuroses gather, such girls can barely count. Creation is a spectacle.

Chicago?

Hearing this name, Lu Mingfei was stunned. The destination of his trip was Chicago.

He subconsciously slowed down and looked at the Ferrari 488, a convertible sports car driven by the red-haired girl, with a maximum speed of 330 kilometers per hour.

This thing is much more powerful than the special car that the school gives.

Although this speed will definitely cause the police to fire warning shots in the urban area, the distance from the outer suburbs where the Kassel College is to the urban area can be arbitrarily galloped.

Lu Mingfei hesitated for a moment, wondering how likely she would be to lend him the convertible supercar "willingly" if he puts the M500 revolver on the girl's head now.

Without noticing that he had been assimilated by the neuropathy of the equipment department, Lu Mingfei quietly squinted his eyes as he thought, and handed the briefcase to the hand holding the umbrella, his empty palm slowly stretched out to his waist. The handle of the revolver...

Just before his fingertips touched the handle of the walnut gun, he saw a figure leaping out of a certain window, and his dazzling long blond hair seemed to glow in the dim rain.

No, it's really glowing, but it's not the blond hair that glows, but the two large-caliber Desert Eagle pistols in the hands of the figure who jumped from the third-floor window!

The muzzle of the desert eagle pointed to the sky, and bright clusters of flames gushed out from the muzzle, and the sound of gunpowder exploding in the barrel echoed across the square in front of the dormitory building.

The blond man fell to the ground in about a second. He obviously had a very strong physical fitness, and he could easily withstand the impact of a leap from a height of eight or nine meters only with a small knee bend buffer.

Lu Mingfei glanced at him from a distance. The blond man who jumped out of the window had a very strong and tall figure, and his white shirt was supported by his well-developed chest muscles. He was a typical European and American handsome guy, with features like ancient Greek marble. The sculpture, with icy blue eyes, is reminiscent of an eagle looking down on its prey from a high altitude.

The blond man on the ground turned the two desert eagles with smoke in his muzzle in a circle, and then inserted it back to his waist, as if the muzzle temperature rise caused by the shooting did not exist.

Of course, the temperature of his muzzle is indeed not high. Lu Mingfei, who has been in the equipment department for a month, can clearly hear that what he has just launched is the alchemy bomb "Friga". These types of targets will quickly shatter and atomize. The alchemy warhead called red gas and liquid will only make the target drowsy because of the powerful anesthetic in it. As long as it does not hit the extremely fragile vitals of the eyes or mouth, it will not cause any harm.

Correspondingly, for guns that fire Friega bullets, the muzzle temperature rises at a much slower rate than guns that fire ordinary bullets.

It seems that although this school is full of abnormal people, there are no such fools who do not know how serious it is.

Seeing the blond man striding towards the red Ferrari that stopped abruptly, Lu Mingfei hesitated and turned around to leave-the nature of robbing two people at the same time is twice as bad as robbing one person. Although he was born in the equipment department, he At present, it will not be so deadly.

Then, in his perception, dozens of auras of lower blood level ran from all directions at a very fast speed. The blond man had just stepped into the car of the red-haired girl, dozens of heavily armed with automatic rifles. The big man appeared out of nowhere as if he was fighting a tunnel, and then pointed his guns at the two people in the car.

The blond man in the passenger seat of the car glanced at his muzzle pointing to dozens of black holes, shrugged, and raised his hand neatly. The red-haired girl in the driver's seat also raised his hand.

"Except for'One Day' in the school, it is not allowed to shoot outside the training grounds," the headed man wearing a gas mask, his voice dull, "This classmate, you violated the school rules, follow us. Let's go to the Discipline Committee, Professor Manstein will want to see you very much."

Before leaving Lu Mingfei, he recognized that these people were from the school's school engineering department. Most of them were mixed races who had previously served in the SEALs, but they were generally not of high blood. They were responsible for various chores and security work in the school. Many chores in the equipment department will be assisted by the school engineering department, so that most people in the school engineering department don't want to see the people in the equipment department. After all, most of the work assigned by the equipment department to the school engineering department is not very good.

"It's not a problem to see Professor Mans," the blond bargained. "But can we go to Chicago first and then see Professor Manstein when we come back?"

"Yes, yes, we promise to come back to see Professor Manstein before twelve noon tomorrow!"

The red-haired girl in the driver's seat echoed the road.

"The bullets in this gun are enough to make you two sleep until 12 o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow," said the guy from the school engineering department. "If you want to leave now, you have to wake up the day after tomorrow and go to Manstein. Professor."

The blond man and the red-haired woman looked at each other, got up from the seats at the same time in a tacit understanding, honestly raised their hands behind their heads-if there were only a dozen school workers around, they would have the courage to fight together, but There are less than 30 school workers around.

In the distance, Lu Mingfei's eyes fell on the faces of the blonde man and the red-haired woman. Suddenly, she realized that the red-haired girl was somewhat similar to Eriyi, but compared to the quiet and ethereal Eriyi, she was An almost completely opposite temperament, the crazy temperament even suppressed her good looks, so that Lu Mingfei didn't associate her with Eriyi at all when she was driving a seizure just now.

It was not until she was calm and honest now that she was pointed at by dozens of guns that Lu Mingfei discovered that she was somewhat similar to Eriyi—not a similarity in appearance, but a deeper level, inexplicable. Unknown similarity.

"etc!"

The school workers pointed their guns at the blond male and red-haired girl and wanted to take them to the Commission for Discipline and Discipline. Lu Mingfei stood in the distance and spoke suddenly, and then walked towards them.

About one-third of the SEALs turned their guns to point at Lu Mingfei, because their guns were all Friega bullets, so they were holding anesthesia guns. Naturally, there was no principle that the guns could not be pointed at people at will. ——It's a big deal to let the hapless guy who was hit sleep. This is not a problem at Kassel Academy.

The leading man waved his hand, and the one-third of the school workers behind him who aimed at Lu Mingfei turned their guns back to the blond man and red haired woman.

"Are you... Lu Mingfei from the Equipment Department?"

The big man looked at Lu Mingfei who came closer, and took the initiative to take off his gas mask.

Lu Mingfei immediately recognized Dahan as a poor man who had helped a first-level researcher carry out a new weapon explosion experiment at the equipment department test site not long ago.

"Good evening, Mr. Costa."

Lu Mingfei nodded in greeting.

"I thought you wouldn't remember my name."

The big man was a little surprised. He could remember Lu Mingfei because this handsome oriental boy was so prominent in a group of dead houses, but he didn't expect Lu Mingfei to remember that he didn’t have any characteristics. Recently, he only went there. People who have passed the equipment department once.

"I remember the name and face of everyone I have ever seen, unless he is called Xiaoxin’s **** the day before yesterday, and the life of the new eighth Barumong Fezalion Aizak. One-third of the innocent feelings of Xunard and the remaining two-thirds are the betrayal of barbed feelings. I want to know my name. I know what he doesn’t know. He’s not at home. Dry squid and herring. The difference is that this is Chi Nai fish spicy oil male palace king Kimura Huang Bah ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba pill pill."

Lu Mingfei shrugged.

"This is not a person's name at all?" The big man wiped off the sweat mixed with rain on his forehead, "I've seen Gintama too."

"As an American, you should say at this time that'monkeys should have the same rights as humans and the names cannot be commented on at will'."

Lu Mingfei corrected it.

"Since I learned about what those **** politicians are doing to the Middle East, I am no longer an American, and now SSA can't find my Social Security number."

The big man shrugged.

"Your SEALs are so tough?!"

Lu Mingfei was shocked.

"I am in a special situation," Dahan shook his head. "My grandfather was an Iraqi. In 1998, when the U.S. Air Force bombed Iraq, an AGM86 cruise missile landed near his house."

"Uh...May there be no missiles in heaven."

Lu Mingfei didn't know how to answer the call.

"He is a Puritan, God's heaven should not want him."

The big man shrugged and looked at the blond man and red-haired woman: "Are you here for them?"

"Forget it," Lu Mingfei nodded, "Give me a face, I will take away the people first, and I will say hello to Professor Manstein."

"……Row."

The big man nodded and made a tactical gesture, and the other school engineering department members immediately dispersed like running water and disappeared into the rain.

Lu Mingfei looked at the lucky red-haired woman who was full of survivors and the blond man who looked at him with interest.

"What do you call the two?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Chen Motong, just call me Nono!" The red-haired girl took the lead and walked up to Lu Mingfei with a fist, "Thank you, hero Lu, for his righteous action!"

"Nv Xia Chen is polite."

Lu Mingfei bowed his hands to the courtesy, asking if one or two of you could learn how to hold the fist and which hand should you hold.

"Caesar Gattuso."

The blond man stepped forward.

Lu Mingfei raised his eyebrows-he had heard of this name, and when he came to Kassel last time, he and Principal Angers talked about this person~www.readwn.com~ I didn’t expect that I would meet the master by chance today. .

I have to say that the arrogance of this Xiongtai jumping from the third floor with a gun is exactly the same as the rumors.

However, is his surname Gattuso...

"Brother Caesar, are you from the Gattuso family?" Lu Mingfei's face and tone of voice were very strange, "This is a bit too coincidental."

"Listening to Brother Lu, your tone seems to have some opinions on my family."

Caesar's golden eyebrows rose up like a blade.

Nono on the side felt that the atmosphere was suddenly a little bit tense, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"I don't have any opinions, it's just a few small holidays."

Lu Mingfeidao.

Lu Mingfei and Caesar looked at each other silently, the dark pupils and icy blue pupils reflected each other, and the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became dull.