Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

The helicopter landed. The old gentleman, wearing a white evening gown with a red rose on his chest, focused his eyes slightly and slowly looked at the half-destroyed street.

"Principal, you are here."

Looking at this white-haired old man who looked like he had just finished a ballroom dance, Russell, who stayed where he was, breathed a sigh of relief: "Minister, he has already taken Duke and Ajie to the sewers to chase the two naked men, but I I feel like there’s a high probability that they won’t be able to catch up.”

"Why, is it because I didn't take you with me, Michelangelo?" Angers was not angry because the mission failed and had an unconcealable impact. Instead, he made a joke about the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with Russell.

"Of course not, Mr. Splinter." Russell spread his hands and answered without any delay:

"The sewage gas in the sewers is too heavy. If they really catch up with those two dragons, and they are frightened and set fire to it, the sewers in New York will probably burst into flames."

"Haha, really." Angers nodded slightly and turned his attention to the logistics specialist who was installing the signal amplifier: "Can you contact Fingel and the others?"

The high temperature caused by Junyan and Chi caused chaos in the magnetic field and signals of the entire street. After Fengel led people to chase them into the sewer, they completely lost contact.

If he hadn't known that Fingel was in the secret party and his heart was in Xia, and had obtained a lot of good things from Xia Di through his hard work, Angers would have been really worried that something would go wrong among the three of them.

The logistics specialist completed the debugging, and the communication channel soon returned to normal.

"Hey, hey, can you hear me? Is Russell here?" As soon as he connected to the channel, Angers heard Duke's passionate call. He glanced at Russell, who turned his head to look at the sky and refused to reply. He said in a deep voice:

"This is Angers, have you caught up with your target?"

Hearing the principal's voice, Duke immediately restrained his wild style and let Ajie answer instead: "Report to the principal, we can't outrun the two naked ones if we carry our weight forward, and we have lost track."

"It's okay. Norma has mobilized cameras on all main roads to closely monitor sewers and manhole covers in the city. You can come back."

Fingel, who was walking cautiously in the sewer wearing a gas mask, felt that Angers might have been sitting in the office for a long time, and people were sitting stupid. He felt somewhat like a Chinese emperor who didn't want to eat minced meat.

No matter how developed New York is, most of its manhole covers are in remote alleys, next to garbage dumps.

As we all know, remote alleys like this usually don't have surveillance cameras.

If there was, then Batman wouldn't have spent so long to find the enemy who killed his parents.

But the person who said this was the most powerful dragon slayer in the world, the leader of the Camarilla, the principal of Kassel College, and his immediate boss’s immediate boss, so Fingel didn’t dare to ask or say anything.

Well, maybe the dance he attended tonight was more open, causing the small head to dominate the big head.

"Don't talk nonsense. The principal is investigating the disappearance of school director Laurent." Eva, who has been inseparable from Fingel since returning to the United States, spoke up at the right time and explained a few words for Angers.

Shufen, who had no privacy in front of his girlfriend, nodded silently. Thinking of Lu Mingfei contacting him two days ago and saying that he would come to the United States for a few days, he felt that this matter must be related to his unscrupulous boss. relationship.

It's just that there is no evidence, so he can't arbitrarily smear someone's innocence, lest he be put in the wrong shoes again.

"This matter is indeed related to Mr. Xia Di." Eva confirmed this and told him an interesting story that happened in London an hour ago.

"I knew it." Fingel sighed leisurely. He knew that finding an unscrupulous boss would definitely solve the problem, but the price needed to be paid was too high. He didn't want to torture himself for a stranger.

After asking about the current address of Xia Di and others, he planned to go to them to catch up with them and have a meal after the mission was completed.

More than three months have passed since the last meeting. The four dragons have increased or decreased, and I don't know if there is still a place for his ace bassist Shufen.

And just when Fingel led the people back the way they came, Angers quietly dialed an unknown phone number. After asking, he was completely relieved and asked the intelligence tracking personnel to search for the two dragons in the sewers. Traces left behind by species and deduce their whereabouts.

"Principal, what level of dragon do you think those two were?" Russell sat down on a wheel that had not been melted by the high temperature and curiously asked the principal for his opinion.

"As you have judged, it is at least the second generation." Ange's expression was not solemn, nor relaxed, but overall very plain:

"You just collided head-on with those two dragons. Did you see their faces clearly?"

"That's not the case. If the sky is too dark and the eyes are too bright, you can't see clearly. If the whole body is covered with lava, you can see the shape of a person." Russell shook his head and quickly added:

"But I guess they're not native Americans."

Not only him, but other staff present could also guess this. After all, the dragon later used Chinese when calling him brother.

"Nonono, my judgment standards are not so trivial." Russell chuckled and raised his hand to draw a semicircle in front of him:

"I saw clearly just now that none of them has an authentic American butt like Wayne."

Angers sighed deeply when he heard this. He felt that after returning, Manstein would have to deal with the moral issues on campus. If this continues, when the ace and heir he cherishes enrolls in the school, the whole school and even the entire secret party will have to pay attention to it. A mess.

Highlight a person who has no moral integrity and no lower limit!

…

On the other side, after taking Constantine around in the sewer for more than an hour, Old Tang finally stopped walking.

Digging out two sets of clothes at the material storage point they had prepared in advance, the brothers finally avoided the embarrassment of continuing to run naked.

Sitting down on the relatively clean cement floor, Old Tang took out another bag of bread and handed it to Constantine.

Although Old Tang is not a strong figure, he is still two sizes larger than the skinny Constantine. The clothes don't fit him well, and he looks like a child who has stolen an adult's clothes.

Constantine took the bread, smelled the aroma of malt, and felt the saliva in his mouth secreting crazily. However, he did not give up immediately after opening it, but carefully spit out a mouthful of hot water to carbonize all the dirt that might be on his hands.

After the self-cleaning work was completed, he picked up a piece of bread and handed it to Old Tang. His voice was soft and soft: "Brother, you eat."

Old Tang, who was about to take a sip of water, couldn't help but feel warm when he saw this. The last time someone took the initiative to share food with him was when his adoptive father was still alive.

"It's okay. You can eat first. I'm not hungry." He raised his hand and rubbed the young man's fluffy and soft hair. Old Tang turned around and took out a carton of milk, opened it and put it in Constantine's arms:

"You consume a lot, so you need to supplement your nutrition."

In fact, he didn't do much exercise today. Apart from releasing Junyan twice, he didn't consume much energy. He didn't feel tired even after running for more than an hour.

"Thank you, brother~" Constantine's pretty and cute little face was filled with a sweet smile, and like a girl, he held the bread in his hands and ate it in small bites. His demeanor was dignified and elegant, which made people think of ancient times. Those wealthy ladies who were raised in boudoir.

Shaking his head, Old Tang didn't know why he had such a ridiculous illusion.

About a minute later, Constantine finally finished a piece of toast, took a sip of milk to moisten his lips, and handed the food to Old Tang: "Brother, eat."

He wasn't actually hungry, but he knew that if he didn't eat, his brother would definitely not eat.

Although my brother is much gentler in temperament than he was 2000 years ago, things in his heart will not change.

As he expected, Old Tang couldn't refuse his kindness after all, and took the food and ate it slowly.

Compared to Constantine, Old Tang's eating looks were much rougher. He chewed and spoke at the same time: "Constantine, right? I speak more straightforwardly, so don't mind me."

I just have a question, why do you always call me brother, and you always appear in my dreams? Have we met somewhere? "

"Brother, you just haven't retrieved your memory yet, so you don't remember me." Constantine's voice was soft and weak, and he reached out and grabbed the hem of Old Tang's clothes, as if he had caught the biggest dependence in his life. let go.

"What brings back memory?" Old Tang held bread in his mouth, and his face full of joy was full of confusion: "My memory is very good. Except that I can't remember everything before I was three years old, I can't remember everything after that." I remember them all clearly.”

"Brother, you haven't awakened yet." The thin boy pursed his lips slightly, grabbed Old Tang's clothes and sat on the steps of the sewer, telling him the story of his previous life:

"That happened more than 2,000 years ago. At that time, we left the bronze palaces of Northern Europe and headed east. You took me across..."

From the migration across Eurasia that took an unknown number of years, to encouraging Gongsun Shu to proclaim himself king, and then to Liu Xiu, the son of destiny, entering Sichuan to kill Gongsun Shu, in the end the two brothers refused to kill each other to complete themselves and chose to cocoon. The Bronze City has been sleeping until now...

It was as if Old Tang was listening to a historical story that was so real that even the details were perfectly restored. He forgot to chew the bit of bread left in his mouth, and perfectly substituted himself into the existence named Norton or Li Xiong in the story.

"Later, brother, you woke up early and left the Bronze City. I could never find you." Constantine did not say that his brother abandoned him and left alone. In his opinion, his brother must have been in a state of chaos and acted only on instinct. , so he ignored his own existence.

Judging from his desolate appearance now, he must have suffered a lot in the outside world.

The young man's heart was full of words, and even the word "distressed" was written all over his face. After hearing the story, Old Tang turned red and scolded Norton in his heart for being an irresponsible and stupid brother.

Such a good brother is willing to leave him alone. He is indeed an inhumane person!

What, you said he is Norton and Norton is him?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

If Old Tang is really Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, then after listening to Constantine's heart-wrenching words, not to mention awakening all the memories on the spot, at least some relevant memory fragments should emerge in his mind.

But unfortunately, no, nothing.

Apart from emotions of emotion and anger, Old Tang felt nothing in his heart.

Well, the most is that there is a sense of closeness that is difficult to describe in words, as if the same blood does flow in their bodies.

"It's impossible, there must be something wrong." After Constantine learned about Old Tang's condition, he subconsciously reached out to check his body to see if his attack had accidentally injured his brother's brain.

He just looked at Lao Tang's afro over and over again, but couldn't find any signs of damage. He could only sit there and start to doubt Long Sheng.

Lao Tang felt a little sorry for him when he was so distracted, but since it was about his family, his identity, and the dream that made him a wanted criminal in the United States, he could only harden his heart and start asking questions:

"Xiao Kang, let me ask you, when we first met in the dream, what did you say about meeting a very bad person?"

In fact, the second night after realizing that he really had 300 yuan transferred away, Lao Tang questioned Constantine in his dream, but the other party was like a robot with a fixed dialogue program, repeating the same sentence over and over again, "Transfer 300 yuan and help me return to Changjiang."

It was because of this line that he was so greedy for money that Lao Tang thought Constantine was a greedy ghost and sought help from exorcists, priests, and fortune tellers everywhere.

When Constantine heard this, his expression instantly became extremely aggrieved, and a layer of mist covered his eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye, which could condense into dewdrops and slide down the corners of his eyes at any time.

"Brother, you have to make the decision for me." The weak boy whimpered and lay directly in Old Tang's arms.

Old Tang was confused by Constantine's move, and hurriedly supported his shoulders to comfort him: "What's wrong, are you being bullied?"

"They, they are simply not human!" Constantine, who buried his head in Old Tang's arms, half-truthfully vented his grievances, with a little crying in his voice, and told his experiences these days:

"I was sleeping in the Bronze City and dreaming about you. Suddenly, the world turned upside down. I don't know how the cocoon and I were transferred out of the Bronze City. Samson, who was responsible for guarding the Bronze City, did not find any abnormalities, so I was directly hung up by a group of humans...

After an unknown amount of time, the cocoon was transferred to many places and finally fell into the hands of a hybrid. He seemed to find something wrong with the cocoon and handed it over to a very strange human.

At that time, I had not fully awakened and could only vaguely sense the changes in the outside world. For safety reasons, I set up a protective field in the cocoon, and the result was...

Jörmungandr appeared, and she found a powerful follower who provided food and shelter! "

Hearing the name Jörmungandr, Old Tang, who had been able to remain calm, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and his hands itched and wanted to hit something.

"Then, what did she do to you?"

"She, she hit me with a feather duster, whipped me with a belt, flicked me with glass beads, and stuffed stinky tofu and durian into my cocoon to smoke me!

Every time she ate, she ran to me and smacked her lips, always wolfed down some delicious food in front of me, and burped!"

Old Tang: "...anything else?"

"Also, she occasionally dragged Fenrir to show off in front of me, and threatened me that my brother didn't want me anymore, saying that you were living a colorful life in the outside world and had forgotten me a long time ago!"

Constantine muttered, suddenly raised his head, and looked at Old Tang with tears in his eyes: "Brother, you won't forget me, right?"

Old Tang: "..."