Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 75 Angers (4k words, recommendation ticket plus update)
The screen of the mobile phone changed, and the girl in the white dress stood up pretty. She was as lifelike as a life in two dimensions, completely different from the beautiful girls like Shana Ayanami and Lishaye that Lu Mingfei had seen before.

The difference is not technical means such as rendering strength or image quality refresh rate, but a mysterious factor, like the difference between a paper maker’s painstaking boy and girl works and ordinary people, you can tell at a glance that the former is just buried Paper figurines, no matter how ingenious they are and how they confuse the real with the fake, are still fake.

But the girl in the white skirt is different.

The first time Lu Mingfei saw her, no matter the intuition of the warrior or the hunch of the dragon's blood, he told him that she was a living person.

Or, real living beings.

"Nice to meet you."

The girl in the white skirt smiled, like an unknown wild flower blooming in the corner of the roadside, clean and simple yet so tenacious.

"Hello."

Lu Mingfei tried to clasp his fists.

The girl returned the salute with a jerky smile, her delicate little fists were stacked together, as expected, even if the girl's movements were clumsy, the good-looking girl was still pleasing to the eye.

The next second the screen went black, Lu Mingfei checked it quickly, and was surprised to find that the battery had dropped from 100% to [-]%.

But the damn phone is obviously plugged in the data cable all the time.

Lu Mingfei checked it unbelievingly, yes, when the phone is unplugged, a notification box that the charging has ended will pop up.

Norma's cold voice sounded again.

This time, Lu Mingfei found out.

Norma's voice is exactly the same as that of the girl in the white skirt.

But one is dead and the other is alive.

There is a world of difference between the two.

"Continue playing."

Norma said.

Then came the headmaster's voice.

"Mingfei, Norma can help you deal with all the trivial things in life."

"As for what artificial intelligence is and the boundaries of Norma's abilities, I don't think I need to talk too much about it. Young people are always creative and exploratory, like the sun at seven or eight o'clock in the morning. How wonderful, but It was so nostalgic and reminded me of the days when I was studying at Cambridge."

It seems that the principal is also a high-level intellectual.

Lu Mingfei respected him heartily.

"Every day, more than three pretty girls ask me to dance."

The legendary dragon slayer said so in a tone of "reminiscing about the glorious past".

So you are missing those girls, what a nasty old man!

Lu Mingfei began to worry about his college life. Under the leadership of such a legendary dragon slayer, you have to tell him that the happiest day in Kassel every semester is not the opening ceremony and graduation party, but the summer swimsuit girl He believes in catwalk contests.

Hehe, how is that possible? That is a higher technical college that teaches dragon slaying skills. It is the kind that graduates are also contracted to work. Students in such a decent place must be sharpening their guns and swords every day, ready to fight the revived dragons at any time. , Swimsuits, lace, balls, and other corrupt things of the little bourgeoisie will only corrode the scorching blood of the warriors. Even if you tell them about it, the cold-blooded dragon slayers will definitely dismiss it.

Lu Mingfei was sure that he had already imagined the appearance of Kassel, a building similar to the War Fortress of Gundam, every student was so cold and unsmiling, and when they met and chatted, they were like "Did you slay the dragon today?" Cool and handsome thing.

Ahhh, just thinking about Lu Mingfei makes his blood boil. If it was Kassel Academy, he would definitely be able to find many worthy opponents.

Can't wait, can't wait.

Lu Mingfei smiled brightly.

But his smile froze in the next second.

"and many more."

He realized a serious problem.

"Norma."

"exist."

Lu Mingfei's throat moved.

"You...how much data did you use?"

Even if Lu Mingfei is a computer idiot, he can still understand that no matter how you look at it, artificial intelligence must need the Internet to maintain work, right? Didn’t you see that in the game, Skynet is the master of the virtual world? , then his mobile phone card that has just been charged for calls is not enough for an artificial intelligence to waste.

"Yan Luo, your mobile phone account has been bound to the principal's identity card, and all expenses incurred when I am active will be borne by the principal."

"That's it."

Lu Mingfei scratched his hair.

"That old man is really thoughtful."

"By the way, he said let me explore the boundaries of your abilities or something."

Lu Mingfei thought about it.

He looked at his phone and said cautiously.

"Can you transform?"

Europe, Vienna, seven in the evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun turned the fairytale-like town into red. The old man walked out of the theater. He was wiping his jackknife leisurely. When the silk scarf was as red as blood, the jackknife was shining again.

The old man put away his penknife, folded the silk scarf slowly, and walked down the steps. A group of young men with serious faces came forward.

"Graduate of class 02 in Kassel, Gao Wen, now the commissioner of the executive department in Austria, send my greetings to the commissioner of class S."

said a handsome man.

"Oh, my child."

With appreciative eyes, the old man is as gentle as if he is telling you about Snow White’s grandpa with a blanket on his legs by the fireplace.

But no grandpa would go to the theater with a jackknife, sit elegantly under the stage and listen to a Mozart symphony, applaud the musicians for their superb performance while smiling at a speed that no one can see clearly Appeared from the audience on the stage, and his jackknife had been inserted into the conductor's heart.

"Please don't call me that, kid."

The old man said gently.

"Compared to the cold title of S-level commissioner, I would rather hear you call me principal."

Among the young people, a girl with brown hair blushed slightly and called softly.

"headmaster."

The old man smiled heartily.

"That's great, that's great."

He nodded at the girl.

"Next time you go back to school, don't forget to come to the principal's office for a cup of afternoon tea."

The girl's face was flushed with excitement.

"Yes, it is!"

"My pleasure!"

As we all know, it is a great honor to have afternoon tea with the principal in Kassel, and those who can get this honor are the top students in Kassel.

The number one or number two here specifically refers to your bloodline, or your appearance.

Pretty girls always make people happy, don't they?
"Please don't harass my staff."

Executive Director Schneider's nails slicing against frosted glass sounded physically uncomfortable through the mobile headset.

"My respected Mr. Principal."

The old man has opened the door of his Maserati Grancabrio and stepped into the cab gracefully. The moment the ignition is fired, the roar of the engine of this top luxury car makes you suddenly see the majesty of the lion king standing up and roaring on the grassland.

But the moment you step on the accelerator, the feeling of pushing back conveyed by the Maserati lock really tells you.

No, not The Lion King.

It's a rocket, my friend.

This crazy old man even used only one hand to control the steering wheel, and with the other hand, he picked up the red wine on the console pedestal and sipped it with a smile.

The vice principal can abuse his power and order the geniuses in the equipment department to convert his projector into a high-explosive grenade that everyone with beards in the Middle East loves.

This Maserati Grancabrio was created by the equipment department.

Walking around from that terrifying to outrageous place, I used my knees to know that this metal monster was original except for the outer shell, and even a single screw inside would definitely explode in an instant.

When Minister Muhammad of the Equipment Department was excited to show his masterpiece with the principal, in view of the minister's rare excited state, the principal asked with a rigorous and scientific attitude.

"This thing shouldn't deform."

It’s not that the headmaster has a childlike innocence and follows the pace of young people and pays attention to the Two-dimensional world. It’s because he knows who is in the equipment department too well. Counting from the minister Muhammad, there is one Coke and the other. French fries pillow Ayanami Rei Cup Shana's senior dead house, they also submitted a plan to develop Decepticons a while ago, with hundreds of pages of everything from planning to possibility demonstration and even subsequent input-output ratio.

Not to mention, with the technical level of the equipment department combining the cutting-edge science of humans and the alchemy of dragons, as long as the subject of versatility and vitality is broken, it is really possible to build a Decepticon.

But who is the principal? He glanced at the title of the plan and threw it into the trash can. Just kidding. He still doesn’t know the virtues of your equipment department. He said that the romance of a man in a Decepticon big mecha is not human in the end Movable bomb.

As for the car, it should be said that the principal is the principal, who actually made the geniuses in the equipment department let go of their pride, and modified a wine coaster and a cigar lighter on the Maserati console. The incombustible bitches are actually made by the equipment department. Presumably this will be an indelible blemish on their glorious resumes.

The old man steered the steering wheel with ease, his 30-year-old but still majestic upper body leaned on the back of the chair lazily, and the cars were left behind by him, the respected principal, don’t worry at all Speeding or violating traffic rules will result in the suspension of your driver's license by the Austrian traffic police.

After all, how can something be revoked that doesn't exist?
Aha, perfect logic, impeccable.

Executive Minister Schneider sat in the command vehicle, while reviewing the aftermath of the operation submitted by the frontline commissioner, while listening to the old man's leisurely humming from the earphones.

It's Mozart.

Schneider judges.

But which movement?

He can't remember clearly. After the tragedy in Greenland, Schneider seems to be a different person. The flame of revenge licks this man's heart all the time. I am afraid that no matter how good the gramophone is, it will not be able to read a moving melody, and only a sharp and piercing noise can be heard after the reading needle is used.

Like the lingering spirits of his students buried under Greenland.

The sea is very cold.

"Never mind, my friend."

Angers said to the executive minister with a smile.

"The smile of a young girl is a treasure more precious than the Heart of the Ocean."

The heart of the ocean, the legendary blue diamond weighing 45.52 carats, is admired by the world for its beauty and preciousness, and even gave it the mysterious title of the heart of the ocean.

"I am very glad that our principal is still active in the front line of the battle."

If the vice-principal was here, he would definitely scold the old hooligan, but Lu Mingfei would say "The principal is really old and strong" in admiration.

But unfortunately, this person is Schneider.

Unlike Angers, this man engraved the flame of revenge on his body, and his face was ashen all the time, between the living and the dead.

It's hard to imagine, even though the physique of the mixed race is far superior to that of ordinary people, but a guy like Schneider who walks, sits, and sleeps with an oxygen trolley to maintain his life can actually become the head of the Executive Department, one of the best violent organizations in the West. People can only be barely described with the word unbelievable.

A man like Schneider, who is like steel, speaks straight and forth like a steel forged sword.

"However, I hope Mr. Principal can pay attention to the influence when he goes on a mission next time."

"Your act of killing a dangerous hybrid in front of the entire symphony orchestra and audience at the curtain call is indeed extremely imaginative and artistic."

"But it's going to be quite a hassle for the boys in operations to deal with the aftermath."

"To hypnotize 200 people and cleanse their memories."

"Damn it, we have to deal with the Austrian police."

Schneider listed Angers' crimes one by one, wishing to rush to the old man and smash his face with an oxygen car.

Angers put down the wine.

Hell, the old man actually left the steering wheel with both hands, took out the cigar, cut it gracefully, and slowly put it on the cigarette lighter to light it.

During the period, he even had time to smile and greet the couple in the car next door.

The two young men and women were stunned with "Oh, my God", presumably they were either thinking about when Maserati will launch a smart self-driving model, or thinking that the old man in a black suit will hit the road in a few minutes. die.

Damn that old man still has roses in his chest, very good, now he can send flowers to himself after he dies, what a foresighted fellow.

Angers certainly wouldn't crash to death.

He is not alive enough.

He was not willing to die before seeing the dragon kings go to hell with his own eyes.

As for letting go of the steering wheel with both hands.

Believe me, my friend, if you also have the power to play with time like time zero, it’s nothing to keep your hands empty in a car at [-] or [-] miles, you can even rush to the Middle East and dance a tango with a rose in the middle of a hail of bullets, A little stain on the white suit when you came out is a blasphemy to your words.

The so-called time zero is similar to the bullet time domain in The Matrix. It has unparalleled power. As long as Angers opens his domain, the world will be suspended under his words. You can dance, sing and even give Mona Lisa Draw two mustaches on your face, don't worry, no one will find out, even the toy-like camera in the Louvre may not even be able to capture the corner of your clothes.

Seeing that the Maserati's tires slipped and was about to rush out of the guardrail in a second and crash to death with the momentum of a Spanish bull, the couple in the car behind couldn't bear it, and the man even cursed and said "deserved it" and "crazy".

But the imagined picture did not appear.

They seemed to feel a flash in front of their eyes, and in fact even such a thought was just an illusion, and they saw that the Maserati had returned to the route he should have been on, and was moving straight forward.

The two blinked hard and looked at each other blankly.

(End of this chapter)