Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Chapter 434 America's No. 1 Terrorist - Ronald Tang

I'm in America, I just got off the plane, I feel good, except for the strong body odor in the air...

"Fuck, let go!"

Just when Lu Mingfei just left the customs and walked into the airport hall, breathing the fresh air and wanted to report to his senior brother that he was safe, a white guy wearing a black down jacket suddenly twisted his foot and lost his balance and crashed into him.

The helpful classmate Xiao Lu reacted quickly and helped him, but before the other party said thank you and he said you're welcome, he noticed that a thief's hand quietly touched his pocket and grabbed the game console he had just put in his pocket.

"Huh?!" It was the first time for Lu Mingfei to come to a developed country like the United States. He really didn't expect that there would be pickpockets in America, which is almost the moral standard per capita and rich in magazines, and their professional quality is very poor, even stealing children's game consoles!

The right hand grabbed the thief's hand like a clamp, causing the white guy to cry out in pain. But it was unknown whether he had an accomplice nearby or thought that Lu Mingfei and his group were all Asians and thought they were easy to bully. He didn't even think of running away after being caught, and he cursed and punched.

The white lady next to him cried out in surprise, and the security personnel in the distance quickened their pace from slow to fast walking, but before they got close, the thief who wanted to hit someone after failing to steal was knocked to the ground by Lu Mingfei's grappling hand.

If this was not a public place, Lu Mingfei would have at least added another physical amnesia knife.

"Wow, Chinese kung fu!"

Seeing a teenager who was over 1.6 meters tall knocking down an adult who was more than ten centimeters taller than him with one hand, the blond and blue-eyed foreigners watching widened their eyes and held their heads with their hands, showing an "Amazing" expression. They were originally wondering which country these three particularly good-looking Asians were from, but when Lu Mingfei's grappling hand came out, everyone had a stereotype.

Compared to the foreigners' fuss, Xia Mi and Eri acted very calm. Lu Mingfei's ability was obvious to all. It was no problem for him to knock down a dozen burly men. What really surprised them was that the pickpockets here were too arrogant and the security was too lax.

The security personnel, who were only a hundred meters away but took half a minute to arrive, stepped forward to rescue the man from Lu Mingfei and sent him to the airport police station to wait for legal sanctions.

"The public security is too bad. There are still people stealing things openly at the airport."

After leaving the airport, Lu Mingfei still did not forget to complain. He had just got off the plane and the pickpockets in New York gave him a little American shock, which lowered his impression score.

"Haha, not only stealing things, but also trying to abduct women and children." Xia Di sent a text message with one hand, and then pressed Lu Mingfei's head to turn in another direction, and happened to see two burly men sitting in a van staring at this side.

Looking at the tattoos on their necks, you can tell that they are not good people.

Lu Mingfei has been cultivating himself for more than three months. Apart from fighting with Seti and Atreus in the dream space at night, he has not encountered anyone in reality. Seeing this situation, he really wants to lead the two people to an empty corner to test the power of unlimited fighting.

Unfortunately, there are too many people at the airport, so it is not suitable for fighting.

When the car arranged by Xia Di arrived at the airport, Lu Mingfei unexpectedly found that the pickpocket who was caught by the security personnel and taken to the airport police station had regained his freedom and got on the van. He looked at them with a gloomy look, without even the slightest intention of covering up.

"This is simply lawlessness!" Seeing that these criminals were so arrogant, Xiaolu wanted to execute justice and arrest everyone, but in the end he did nothing.

There was no other reason. Master Xia had already smiled and nodded at them. If nothing unexpected happened, they should have an accident.

As the saying goes, when Xia Di smiles, life and death are unpredictable. With the tolerance limit of old Xia for criminals, especially the guy who he personally asserted was a trafficker of women and children... Lu Mingfei felt that he should not care too much about the dead.

And the result was just as he expected. After the car arranged by Xia Di picked up the people, the airport theft gang followed their car. When crossing the bridge, the front tire suddenly burst, and the car lost control and crashed through the railing and fell directly into the river.

Although the river water was not frozen in this weather, the possibility of their survival was still not high.

The silver Chevrolet Camaro sped on the highway in Queens. Lu Mingfei and Eri were whispering. I don’t know if it was their illusion, but I always felt that the driver looked very familiar, as if he was also an old actor who appeared many times.

Jiude Mai, who came to the United States to complete the boss’s task and accompany Potato Chip Girl to celebrate the Spring Festival, but was once again captured by Xia Di: "..."

Forget it, she was born to be a maid.

The little dragon girl sitting by the window in the back seat looked at the driver's extremely charming curves with envy, imagining that she would have such a devilish figure in the future, how many bees and butterflies would circle around her, and what would the wooden man with a cold face do.

Being stared at by the King of the Earth and the Mountain, Jiude Mai felt like a thorn in her back and a fishbone in her throat. Fortunately, Xia Di spoke to her and helped her out: "Mai, how is the layout in the United States recently?"

"Very good, everything is going according to plan." Jiude Mai came to the United States to cooperate with Su Enxi to deal with some more difficult violent incidents that could only be solved by her.

However, since these were company secrets, she couldn't just say them out loud to the three little brats behind her. After all, both Lu Mingfei and Xiao Longnu were eyeing the coffin book of the unscrupulous writer.

If they knew how terrible Xia Di's coffin book was now, they would probably lose their goal and become a salted fish lying flat and rotting.

After briefly reporting on financial matters, Jiude Mai talked about a major event that happened in the mixed-blood society recently: "The mixed-blood circle in the United States has been a bit chaotic recently. The head of the Laurent family, one of the members of the secret party elders, disappeared strangely. The local forces led by Kassel College and the Henkel family have sent people to look for him, but his whereabouts are still unknown."

Lu Mingfei's heart moved when he heard this. It seemed that when he contacted Finkel last time, he said that the school had assigned him a task that was heavy and thankless, and there was disgust between the lines.

Now it seems that the task is most likely to save the school director Laurent.

After some calculations, I would hand over the cross-border express to the owner, and then find Old Tang to rip him off. I should have plenty of time to play here, and I could help Shufen find someone.

Just as he was thinking about it, Xia Di spoke up: "As for the head of the Laurent family, I know where he is."

"Huh?" Jiude Mai looked sideways at him, wondering if the reason for the disappearance of the head of the Laurent family was related to the unscrupulous writer.

I heard that the heir of the Laurent family was a delicate little girl. Would Xia Di deliberately... in order to obtain the other party's custody and property?

"I think too much. A mere passerby is not worthy of my personal action." Xia Di rolled his eyes, feeling offended.

Although he sometimes did whatever he could to have fun, he was not so outrageous.

"He was captured by Odin and is now undergoing suturing."

"He was injured?"

"Corpse suturing."

"..." Jiude Mai's mouth twitched slightly, and she wanted to ask what kind of inhuman torture the head of the Laurent family had suffered, but in the end she changed the subject abruptly:

"When are you going to find the target? He has been wanted by the federal government since he accidentally blew up Wall Street. He just came out to buy food and exposed his whereabouts. He was blocked in the building by the FBI guys, so they had to blow up another building."

"No hurry, let him enjoy a free and unrestrained life for a while." Xia Di's mouth curled slightly, revealing an intriguing smile.

...

On the other side, at the junction of Queens and Brooklyn, a young man with a shaggy face and a look of embarrassment was walking slowly in the stinking sewer, holding a plastic bag full of fast food in his hand.

Because it was winter, the smell of the sewer was not as strong as in summer, but since completing the exorcism ceremony last year, Old Tang's five senses have been enhanced to an epic level.

This nose is not better than a dog's, but it is also seven or eight times stronger than that of a normal human, so the stench of the sewer still makes him want to vomit.

Old Tang is miserable. He spent a lot of time, energy and money to hold an exorcism ceremony near Wall Street in order to expel the greedy ghost that was pestering him.

The effect of the exorcism ceremony cannot be said to be bad, but it can only be said to be a bit outrageous. It not only expelled the evil spirits in him, but also set all the rooms in the hotel on fire.

If the fire was caused by accident, he could have barely made up for the loss of the hotel by cutting a few organs in the black market and borrowing some money from loan sharks, but as luck would have it, the famous financial street next door was bombed.

Asians, the bottom of society, unemployed vagrants, funds from unknown sources in bank accounts, transfer records with unclear destinations, and all kinds of strange sacrificial items have been collected for some time, and the hotel room has been decorated as some kind of evil altar...

With all these unfavorable factors added up, Lao Tang became the best scapegoat. Half an hour after the explosion, he was identified as a terrorist who believed in a cult.

And those notorious terrorist organizations also stood up to take responsibility for this matter at the first time, saying that Ronald Tang has always been the most loyal and the best fighter of their organization, and they are not satisfied with blowing up Wall Street, saying that the next target of the attack will be the White House and the Pentagon in Washington, DC, so that people all over the world will quietly wait for the grand blooming of the bright fireworks.

Then they were shot by the crazy growing mold.

In the past half a month, the anti-terrorism operations of the old United States have been in full swing, and the entire Middle East has become a mess, and Lao Tang's side is not much better.

With the help of extreme terrorist organizations, he was completely blacklisted by the US government and ranked in the top three, belonging to the first echelon of hatred.

If it weren't for the incredible changes in his body after the exorcism ceremony, and the awakening of the legendary superpowers, he might have died in the joint pursuit of the FBI, CIA, DIA, NSA, and OIA.

"Alas, what a sin." Thinking of what he had experienced in recent days, Old Tang couldn't help but want to cry.

He was just an orphan who had been begging for food since he graduated from high school. He had no money and no power. How could he become a wanted criminal second only to the comrades who turned off the lights?

He deserved it?

Sitting down on a relatively clean platform, Old Tang took out a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling the soft and fragrant bread gradually crumbled under the cutting of his teeth and went down the esophagus into his stomach. He really had the urge to cry.

God knows how he has been spending these days. Those damned federal investigators are almost omnipresent. As long as he shows up, the area within a radius of 500 meters will be blocked. The fully armed special police will shoot a volley of bullets at him, not giving him a chance to explain.

He escaped from Manhattan to Brooklyn with great effort. He was not stupid. He had no intention of going back to pack up his belongings and run away. He quietly contacted the snakehead he knew before, hoping that he would help take him to Mexico to avoid the pursuit of the US government.

But his disguise skills were not good enough, and he was recognized when he met.

The snakehead was not a good thing. In addition to smuggling people, he also engaged in illegal trade such as human trafficking and forcing women to fall.

It is said that what they like most is to hook up with those innocent female tourists at the airport, use sweet words or heroic rescue to get their information and hotel, and then kidnap them on the same day, and decide whether to do flesh trade or put them on the black market auction according to their appearance.

At that time, Old Tang was pointed at by more than a dozen guns. If he turned his head a little, he would be easily shot in the head. Fortunately, he had made sufficient preparations before he came. Just when the snakehead was thinking about how to deal with him, the FBI and CIA arrived in time and blew up the factory without saying a word.

Although the process was thrilling, the result was not bad. Old Tang not only survived intact, but also gained the ability similar to the second stage of Boss transformation. He relied on the dragon man form to escape from the rain of bullets and artillery fire.

"Alas, how should I spend the rest of my life? Are you really going to force me to be a bad guy?" Old Tang finished his bread and began to doubt his life with a lollipop in his mouth.

He was caught up by the FBI gang today because he was waiting for the waiter to give him change when he was shopping. If he painted his skin black and bought it directly for free, perhaps no one would notice him at all.

Glancing at the stinking black mud at the bottom of the sewer, Old Tang gave up this unrealistic idea without even thinking about it.

"If I had known it would be like this, I would have transferred 300 yuan to him at that time. If it doesn't work, I can go to China in person to invite him back!"

The young man who lost more than he gained was holding his head, regretting why he didn't choose to spend money to avoid disaster and ended up in such a situation. Suddenly, an extremely familiar voice sounded in his ears, which sounded extremely strange in the empty and silent sewer:

"Brother - I'm coming to find you - wait for me -"