Dragon Race: My boss is Lu Mingze

"Family~" Caesar murmured.

"Yes, you should know better than me what kind of existence your Gattuso family is."

Jersey's voice was low and cold.

"This matter, after we get out alive, I will personally go to the family to investigate"

"We are not the only ones who own V-44"

Caesar's voice was equally bleak.

Of course he knows what kind of existence his family is, but everything is confusing now, and this alone makes him question the family's position.

It is also a bit too sloppy.

Of course, Jersey's suspicions were not unfounded.

Even the U.S. Department of Defense may not necessarily have nine V-44s!

Caesar rubbed his temples.

Family, please don't go to the opposite side of human beings.

Otherwise, I don't mind killing relatives righteously, Caesar grinned, as if thinking of something fun.

Near the cinema, on the first floor of a certain building.

The shattered glass shards fell all over the floor, and the shock wave of the movie theater's explosion still reached here.

An old man in a Chinese tunic suit was holding his bloody abdomen, panting heavily.

His fingers pressed hard on the phone, but every time there was a beeping busy tone.

No one answered?

Damn, at a critical moment, he lost contact with his superiors.

The few people in Tiancheng Square completely cut off contact, and the completion of the task was not optimistic.

That person named Lu Mingfei is probably still alive in this world.

He looked up at the time on his phone.

That thing is coming.

In the sky, the black shadow became clearer and clearer.

The huge blue container, the huge white gas ejected from the gap of the container, is like an active volcano preparing to erupt.

That thing is landing, and the roar of the rotor can be heard several kilometers away. The closer it is to the ground, the more oppressive it can be felt.

Peng~Peng~Peng~
A loud, trembling heartbeat roared.

Mountains on the border of the city.

"Report, heartbeat is normal"

"The hormone levels in the body are normal"

"Ready to use"

A simple white shed was built on the mountainside, and various instruments inside were shining with colorful lights.

On large and small screens, green lines scroll regularly.

"Dragon Knight Launching"

"Ready Countdown"

"5"

"4"

"3"

"2"

"1"

"Put it in!"

An elderly man in an officer's uniform pressed a button in his suitcase.

The last time a button was pressed in a suitcase was more than 70 years ago.

The old man had at least five or six guns on his forehead, and he seemed to be able to smell the oil inside the guns from the black muzzles.

"If we do this, will it affect the overall plan, my colleagues?"

The old man was a little apprehensive, and the big beads of sweat rolling down his head were very telling.

He was held hostage.

The leader is a middle-aged man with deep-set eyes. Although he is of Asian race, he has features similar to Europeans.

Protruding browbones, thick hair, round and deep-set eyes.

Also has black hair and black pupils.

"It won't have any impact, because our cooperation is over." The middle-aged man waved his hand.

bang~
On the simple white shed, there are dots of red.

"How's the situation over there?"

the middle-aged man asked

"Everything is proceeding according to plan. It is suspected that the first generation of dragons, the king of bronze and fire has awakened"

One of the subordinates below replied.

"Well, they are indeed very trustworthy, and the information they exchanged with us is correct."

"Then we do this?"

"Don't worry about them, our cooperation is not reliable enough, and the technology was given to them for free, and they have already taken advantage of it."

"Now is the time for us to play freely." The middle-aged man licked his lips, and an evil smile appeared on his face.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the white shed full of instruments.

A woman who was fiddling with the machine suddenly trembled all over, her muscles spasming.

Suddenly some spikes protruded from under the skin on her arm, and she opened her eyes, which were blood red.

The middle-aged man grabbed a pistol, and firmly held the woman's neck with his strong and powerful hands. This alienation continued, and her expression became less and less human.

In the eyes full of tyranny, the face of the middle-aged man was reflected in the blood-red pupils. He patted the woman's face with the barrel of the gun, as if he was regretting something.

Afterwards, he stuffed the barrel of the gun into the woman's mouth, gnawing on the barrel with his sharp teeth, making an unpleasant noise.

The commotion of the people around stopped, and the middle-aged man didn't say a word during the period, but his majesty and his non-sloppy behavior shocked everyone present.

He pressed one hand firmly into the woman's mouth, released the other hand from the neck, and stepped on the woman's chest with the other foot.

The feeling of stepping on is that kind of hard feeling, like scales.

She has become less and less human.

"All the tragedies in this world are actually due to my own lack of ability, Yuuki"

"So please die"

"boom"

A torrent gushed out and sprayed the man's face.

He touched his face, and some kind of viscous liquid dripped down his fingers.

bang bang bang~
Three consecutive shots sounded, and the most vulnerable part of the head was beaten to pieces.

Although it is about to become a monster, it is impossible to grow hard scales in its mouth.

He walked out of the white shed, dragging a female body like a dead dog by his hands.

She is the mistress of a middle-aged man, no matter how charming she was before she was alive, men will never look at her again after death.

From the moment he forcefully stuffed the barrel of the gun into her mouth, death was already doomed.

It is impossible for him to forgive the mutated person just because he is his mistress, nor will he hesitate.

He is such a man of iron blood.

Fierce ghosts, Chongtian Guima.

The freshness of the mountains brought some moist wind to blow on the man's face, and the place where the blood was stained was chilly.

"Blindly being kind is useless, on the contrary, that kind of thing is not kindness"

"It's cowardice, it's sheer weakness that doesn't want to bear the consequences, Yuuki"

The man shook his hands and threw the woman's body into the mountain stream. The white arms twisted irregularly as they rolled down, and the fishy smell of soil rolled down.

The middle-aged man looked at the sky with some melancholy, and fine blue arcs flickered.

You Ji, if you want to blame, you can only blame your own blood purity. When we seized this hidden secret console, we had already completely broken with that person.

We are ghosts, we are monsters who can only hide in the dark, you should be able to forgive me.

He clapped his hands, and the viscous liquid on his hands was half dry, and he couldn't shake it off.

Beside the white shed, more than a dozen motorcycles covered in mud and dust were parked.