Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei

Pompeii tried to resist, but to no avail.

This Word Spirit and Commandment attached to the alchemy statue was actually able to suppress his powerful bloodline, making it completely impossible to use the Word Spirit.

The most outrageous thing is that this thing seems to have a friendly force identification system. He can only fight hand-to-hand with his bare hands, but Caesar is not affected at all by them.

Even if he wanted to show off his humble boxing and kicking skills to a few young people, he was beaten up by the young and strong Caesar to the point where he couldn't find anything to do.

Originally, Fingel wanted to go up and kick him, but seeing Caesar's fists constantly hitting his face and lower body, he gave up on that little thought.

He was afraid of being accidentally injured by an intoxicated Caesar.

After being beaten unilaterally for a while, Pompeii collapsed on the studio floor like a salted fish who had lost his dream. His bruised and swollen face no longer showed any trace of the playboy's chicness and unruliness.

Pompeii's current mood was regret, very much regret. It was so good that he continued to have fun outside, why did he run back with nothing to do, but now he was blocked, and there was no place to run if he wanted to.

"We must have found the wrong person, right?" Lu Mingfei looked at Pompei lying on the ground doubting his life, and whispered into Chu Zihang's ear.

They had met Odin in the Nibelungen. At that time, he was wearing dark gold armor and riding an eight-legged horse. He looked as grand as he wanted.

Although they were torn apart by Old Xia Tou and reorganized, after experiencing the dragon-slaying trip in Tokyo, they all realized that the Odin clone was really not that powerful.

But why does Pompeii, a guy who openly attracts attention, act like this with his hips stretched out?

Is it because I'm not wearing a mask?

In this regard, Chu Zihang could not give a reasonable explanation and could only watch the subsequent interrogation.

Faced with the Dragon's Breath Capsaicin that Caesar took out of his pocket, Pompeii seemed to have anticipated this cruel reality and sold "himself" completely.

Pompeii is not the real master, nor is he a clone. He is just a clone created to control the Gattuso family, with the power belonging to Odin in his body.

The real Odin controls everything from a place no one knows about.

"Really, my codename is Lust, and there are thirteen more clones like me, corresponding to the seven deadly sins and the seven virtues." Pompeo was full of lies and said unfounded words:

"The Gattuso family is just the tip of the iceberg that we have exposed. The whole world has always been under our control. Even if I die today, there will be a new lustful person who will come on the scene for me and take advantage of women that I have never played with in the world." Play it again.”

"He's lying!" Fingel ruthlessly exposed the obvious facts, then took out a bottle of green oral liquid from his pocket and handed it to Caesar:

"This thing is a powerful veritaserum, refined by Nicholas Flamel, the most outstanding alchemist master of our time, and its name is Loki's Tears.

As long as you drink it, even a super liar like Loki, the god of lies and deceit, will not be able to disobey the effect of the medicine and will bring about everything truthfully. "

Fingel's expression was a little strange when he said this, as if he had recalled some unbearable memories.

If nothing unexpected happened, he probably recalled the painful experience of being used as a guinea pig to test drugs during the development of Loki's Tears.

After drinking this stuff, you can ask questions and answer questions. You don’t need others to dig up the dark history. Just ask and pour it out yourself.

"Is there such a good thing?" Caesar glanced at it twice after taking it, and without any suspicion, he pinched Pompey's cheeks, forced his mouth open and poured it in.

The effect of the powerful veritaserum was immediate. Almost as soon as Pompeii swallowed it, his blue eyes were dyed green.

Looking into those slightly dull green eyes, Caesar narrowed his eyes slightly and asked the question he wanted to know most: "Tell me, how did my mother die back then?"

For Caesar, there was only one thing that was most difficult to let go of, and that was the death of his mother.

Because he wanted to know the truth back then, he tried every means to become stronger, trying to break away from the shackles of his family and stand on an equal or even higher level than those old monsters.

Pompeii, who was in a state of answering all questions, did not hesitate for a moment. His face was swollen like a pig's head without any unnecessary expression, and his voice was as cold as a machine:

"Gullweg noticed our plan and tried to take you away from Gattuso's house. This is an impermissible taboo, so she must die."

As soon as these words came out, Caesar's eyes showed a bone-chilling chill. If his reason hadn't repeatedly told him to calm down, he might have picked Pompeii up by the neck and angrily asked him what he thought of his mother. .

Thinking of the woman who could not see or hear before she died, and who had been shrouded in endless darkness and silence, walking towards death step by step in front of him.

And all he could do was hold her hand and feel her temperature drop little by little. No matter whether he used his palms or tears, he couldn't cover up the heat, and Caesar felt the dragon's blood in his body boiling.

The golden eyes lit up silently, and the eyes that looked like lava flowing reflected the dull-faced man on the ground, as if he was going to be roasted on the fire:

"Who gave the order to make her die in such pain and discomfort?"

"Family Elders Council."

"What is Gattuso's plan? Why did she take me away from Gattuso's house?" Caesar's eyes were as cold as looking at a dead man.

This question seemed to be related to something that was the most important and the core. Pompeii's wooden face actually showed some resistance and struggle, but under the effect of the powerful truth serum, he still stuttered out the answer that Caesar wanted to know:

"Caesar Gattuso is... the most important... experimental subject, the container that carries... and becomes... the new king..."

The words were intermittent, and the green in his eyes had a tendency to dissipate. It seemed that the consciousness left by a noble being sleeping in his body was alarmed and was being forced to wake up.

Seeing this, Fingel didn't care about anything else. He hurriedly asked where the real Odin was, whether he had colluded with other dragon kings, whether he had devoured the twins and evolved into a complete body, whether he was plotting to steal the power of the Black King, and if so, where the Black King was buried in the deep sea.

Pompeii spoke like a string of words, but he was like a computer whose system was stuck and couldn't give timely feedback. He opened his mouth but didn't make a sound, and the green in his pupils was gradually replaced by a burning gold.

"Damn, I knew the old cowboy was bragging again." Fingel cursed in a low voice, and his right hand had already pulled out the short knife he carried with him.

The majesty of the mountain emerged from Pompeii, and the pair of pupils that had completely turned into golden color flashed with a light called anger after a brief loss of consciousness:

"Dare to offend the gods..."

"Bang!"

Before Odin's remaining consciousness could finish his words, Caesar had already punched Pompeii's temple, directly knocking the golden pupils that flashed majesty and anger into a daze, and then it seemed as if it was forced to shut down and dimmed.

Looking at the unconscious man, no one knew how much effort Caesar had spent to prevent himself from punching the pig's head to pieces.

Looking at the bracelet on his left wrist, the inscription on it had already lit up 99%, with only the last one missing. It seemed that as long as he killed the unconscious man, he could completely light it up.

But Caesar was not dominated by anger. He knew clearly who his enemy was. The man in front of him was nothing more than a tool like him. Leaving him to Fingel would maximize his use.

"Fingel, he will be handed over to you next." Caesar stood up, looking through the wall of the studio and into the darkness in the distance, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"Mingfei, are you interested in killing a few old monsters with me?"

"Of course, I have long wanted to stretch my muscles." Lu Mingfei readily agreed. Although the game is fun, proper exercise is also essential.

In China, you can't use your skills unscrupulously. Now you are abroad, you can do whatever you want.

"Percy, you stay and assist Fingel."

"Your will." Percy saluted respectfully, opened the door of the studio, and watched the expressionless young master and the thugs he hired with food, accommodation and entertainment leave.

…

On the hillside one kilometer away from the Gattuso family's castle, two wretched figures were lying on the grass, observing the movement in the distance with military binoculars.

"No fight, are they really just going to visit the big house of a wealthy dog ​​owner?" Chu Tianjiao was a little puzzled. Logically speaking, if Xia Di wanted to make trouble, the noise would definitely be big, and there was no reason to be so quiet.

Could it be that they were carrying out an infiltration plan?

Thinking of the violent infiltration that was highlighted in the Dragon Group's training plan and claimed that no one could find it, he felt like he had found a bright spot.

"It's out." Su Xiao, who had been paying close attention to the surrounding movements to prevent the secret sentry from noticing and touching him, suddenly pressed Chu Tianjiao's shoulder.

The latter turned his head and saw that the off-road vehicle that had just entered the garage not long ago roared away again, and the castle guards did not have any extra reactions, but just straightened their backs to show respect when the off-road vehicle left.

The off-road vehicle did not return to the original route, but sped to the other side. Obviously, Caesar and his men had other activities.

Chu Tianjiao and Su Xiao looked at each other. The sky was too dark and the clouds were too thick. The moonlight could not penetrate, so they could not see each other's expressions.

But it was obvious that they had the same opinion and decided to follow and see.

This area was managed by the Gattuso family. Although there were no private territories of nobles in modern Rome, capital always had a way to achieve its goals.

So they needed to change to a more primitive method.

Run!

Chu Tianjiao and Su Xiao often competed in a 30-kilometer armed cross-country race in the Dragon Group. This mountain road was not difficult for them at all.

When they bypassed many secret sentries and successfully found the off-road vehicle, they heard a loud bang before they had time to lie down again.

The towering building in the valley burst into a terrifying fire and explosion, which could be heard clearly two miles away in the dead of night.

"What's going on?" Chu Tianjiao was puzzled.

"How should I know? That was your son who made the noise!" Su Xiao glared at him. He knew the abilities of Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang. After all, he came to the Dragon Team as an instructor to be their instructor. He just didn't expect Chu Tianjiao to temporarily join the team and stay there for half a year.

"Is that the ancestral home of the Gattuso family?" Chu Tianjiao looked at the valley in the distance with gunshots and explosions in his telescope, a little confused.

He still remembered the small movements of the guard when the SUV left. It was obvious that there was a big figure from the Gattuso family in the car, and it was very likely that it was the future head of the family, Caesar Gattuso.

But the question is, why did this kid blow up his family's ancestral home?

Before he could figure it out, he noticed that Su Xiao's temperament had suddenly changed. He turned from a simple-looking guy to a cold-blooded hunter.

Looking in the direction of his telescope, he saw countless figures in black robes pouring out from the other side of the valley. Their red-gold eyes under the cloaks flashed with brutality and cruelty in the night.

"Are those Deadpools?" Chu Tianjiao's tone suddenly became serious. He obviously didn't expect... No, it should be said that he expected that these mixed-blood forces would secretly study human experiments on Deadpool and evolution, but he didn't expect the Gattuso family to be so crazy.

Look at those black-clothed Deadpools. There are so many that they almost swallowed up the valley. After killing one batch, there will be another batch, as if there is no end.

"You stop the Gattuso family's reinforcements here, I'll go to help!" Su Xiao didn't hesitate and got up and rushed towards the distant valley.

His ability is more suitable for large-scale combat than Chu Tianjiao, so the task of blocking is left to the latter.

Chu Tianjiao had no intention of refutation, and he rowed directly along the hillside to the road halfway up the mountain.

"Boom boom boom boom --!!!"

There were constant explosions in the valley. Lu Mingfei held the fate spear Gungnir, and his body was as graceful as a dragon, just like the fierce general in the Three Kingdoms period, killing seven in and seven out of the group of deadpools.

Chu Zihang swung a knife in his right hand with great force, slashing any deadpool who broke through the blockade. His other hand continued to gather rich fire elements, and after the power accumulated to the peak, he threw the fireball into the group of deadpools, causing a deafening explosion.

On the other side, Caesar held a Desert Eagle in his left hand and a black-bladed hunting knife, Dick Tudo, in his right hand. He shot one headshot and stabbed one deadpool with one knife.

He had no intention of using the Trident of the Sea King, which might disturb a sleeping soul.

Just as the three of them were steadily advancing against the Deadpool wave, a familiar and steady voice suddenly came from behind: "You are just too much of a fuss."

Looking back, I saw the tall and strong Su Xiao rushing over with a half-man-high broadsword in his hand. He passed them and rushed into the group of Deadpools in an instant. The simple alchemical broadsword danced with almost no residual shadow.

Su Xiao turned into a ruthless battlefield meat grinder. After the Deadpools surrounded him, his eyes suddenly burst into bright golden light, and he silently recited the mysterious dragon script. The extremely terrifying high-temperature flames spread around him, turning into a black flame prison with a diameter of 30 meters!

The strange flames were black and red. Once contaminated, they would spread at a very fast speed, burning these Deadpools and making them scream in pain.

And the burly figure swinging the broadsword turned into a ruthless death god, cutting off one hideous head after another.