Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 171 Chu Ma and Xia Mi (Tokyo volume opens, [-] in [-], please subscribe!)

Kassel Academy, Walter Alheim.

This is the base of the equipment department located 120 meters underground. The translation of "Walter alheim" in Norse mythology is "the country of dwarfs", inhabited by skilled dwarf artisans, and the weapons of the gods are made by them.

The elites in the equipment department believed that they would never lose to the dwarfs in mythology in terms of manufacturing and craftsmanship, so they took this name boldly, which is mighty and domineering.

The full name of the "Equipment Department" is "Institute of Alchemy and Science and Engineering Application". The guys here pay great attention to their own safety protection.They made the isolation layer so thick that tactical-grade nuclear bombs can't do anything about it; the air flowing through it must be dedusted, ionized, purified, and humidified before it can be inhaled into their lungs; even if the world is flooded, the base will be like the Bible "The Noah's Ark in " is safe and sound, they will be preserved as the last fire of mankind...the only thing that can threaten their lives is their own...made bombs.

This is a group of out-and-out bombers. 90.00% of the items produced will explode. The worst representative works are probably the contact lenses, combat underwear and hemorrhoid ointment equipped for the executive department.

Probably the only thing that doesn't have an explosive function is junk food.Burgers, Coke and Family Barrels are the most sacred things in the world and the least processed things in the world. They are healthy, delicious and convenient. They are simply perfect creations created by gods for fools!

Angers once asked the guys in the equipment department such a question: what would happen if you bombed your experimental base with the latest bomb you developed?

These guys stared and quarreled one by one, and finally divided into two factions.While crazily strengthening the isolation layer, he crazily developed powerful concentrated bombs, enjoying himself in the sound of explosions every day, looking like a group of neuropathy.

Some people say that when you enter a world full of psychopaths, you will feel that you are the neuropathy.Angers felt quite this way at the moment. He was wearing a well-crafted black suit, his leather shoes were polished with shoe polish, and he even sprayed on cologne. These should be the normal meeting standards, right?

But what happened to those guys' oxygen masks, biochemical glasses, respirators, and high-concentration alcohol spray guns for everyone?They looked at themselves vigilantly as if they were looking at some kind of prehistoric virus dug out of the ice, afraid of being infected by themselves but reluctant to kill themselves.

"Gentlemen……"

As soon as Ange opened his mouth, high-concentration alcohol was sprayed out from dozens of sprinkler cans at the same time.The air was filled with a thick fog formed by small droplets of alcohol, even though Angers had a good drink, he almost didn't get fainted.

"Let me speak first..."

"Zizi", another spray-type alcohol attack.Angers felt as if someone had poured a whole glass of 96-degree water of life into his lungs, and his esophagus was about to burn, so he couldn't help coughing.

"Cough cough..."

"Zizi"...

"Fuck your head! Don't let me hear the sound of liquid being squeezed out of the spout! Otherwise, you neurotics with advanced persecution paranoia will never get even a penny of research funding from me!" Even an elegant old Cambridge gentleman like Angers couldn't help slapping the table and swearing.

Needle drop could be heard in the meeting room. These guys in chemical protective suits holding nozzles and looking like they were going to fertilize pathogens looked at Angers one by one, and finally fell silent.

"My dear Director Akhadullah Ahmed Mohammad Farrug, please explain to me why you have sent me thirteen emails in a row and why each one begins with 'Death is coming. Approaching you...'?" Anger stared at the Arab on his left, "Don't tell me it's because you're catching up on the "Death Comes" series recently, but I made a special trip to push the invitation of Paris Fashion Week !"

The conference room became even quieter, and the psychopaths put down the spray in their hands, you looked at me, I looked at you, exchanging eyes of "something big is going to happen".

"Don't scare me, okay?" Angers sighed, "First bombarded my mailbox with suspected threatening emails, then forced high-concentration alcohol into my lungs, and now they are playing group silence with me again? What reason do you have? How do you treat an old man in his 130s like this?"

"But what is approaching us... is indeed the god of death." Deputy Director Carl put a piece of audio into the PA system.

The conference room is very quiet, and the sound system of Watt Alheim is 3D surround sound. The clear sound of the sea breeze sweeps into everyone's ears. The feeling of immersion is very strong. When you close your eyes, you feel like you are really standing on an isolated island in the middle of the sea. The waves come from all directions. coming.

"Remember the shipwreck you asked us to search for? It's in the Japan Trench." Deputy Director Carl said in a deep voice, "This is Professor Mance scanning the target seabed with the modified sonar on the Moniaher, trying to find He didn't hear the audio brought back when the ship sank in an accident..."

"Shh." Ange put his index finger between his lips, making a gesture of silence.

He was attracted by some sound, mixed with a very rhythmic rhythm in the frantic and chaotic sea breeze, thump, thump, thump... The sound was so majestic, with a dangerous magical power, as if On the ancient altar, the priests sang victory songs, and the strong soldiers beat the war drums along with the singing. The majestic war drums seemed to be able to penetrate the eardrums and directly hit the human heart.

"It's the sound of a beating heart." Anger broke free from Shen Xiong's voice.

He holds a doctorate degree in medicine and has an understanding of the heartbeat of ordinary creatures, but he has never heard such a strong and stable heartbeat.He counted the seconds silently just now, and every heartbeat sound in the PA system was pressed on a completely fixed beat, and the decibel value of the sound was exactly the same, as if a section of audio was copied and pasted.It is impossible for human beings to have such a uniform heartbeat while sleeping!
"We have compared it many times in the research institute. The heartbeat characteristics show that this is not a whale or a whale shark, but an obvious reptile. It hides in the depths of the Japan Trench. The heartbeat intensity of ordinary creatures is positively related to their body size. Related, but the depth of the Japan Trench is 8000 meters, and the sound of the heartbeat penetrates 8000 meters of sea water. We tried to restore its body model..." Deputy Director Carl said in a horrified tone, "This thing's heart alone is as big as an adult rhinoceros !"

"So I don't want to do it anymore. This is a dragon whose heart is still beating. It lives in the depths of the Japan Trench!" Anger said coldly, and the jackknife in his hand plunged into the table like a giant dragon. Heart, "Can you determine the level of this thing?"

"With such a majestic heartbeat, and being able to survive in a trench below 8000 meters, the estimated target is the next generation...or even higher!" Deputy Director Carl said in a low voice.

"It means that there is a high probability that this thing is a dragon king?" Anger frowned, "Our target is obviously a sunken ship, but we happened to find a suspected dragon king? Could this be too much of a coincidence?"

"This thing is still an embryo, Principal." Deputy Director Carl said, "We have a bold and reasonable guess. It was hidden on that ship from the beginning, and someone was transporting it purposefully... consigning a piece across the ocean. Gu Long!"

"It's still not sure whether the person who transported the ancient dragon embryo knows the origin of this thing. We have to prepare for the worst, but these are not the top priority now." Anger said, "How long is its gestation period?"

"It is conservatively estimated that it will take at least a year. If it is not conservative... three to five years is possible, it depends on when it is willing to give birth to itself."

"What a wayward species...reminds me of the devil boy Nezha in ancient Chinese mythology." Anger made a joke and quickly returned to seriousness, "So this thing has no resistance for at least a year?"

"Yes, luckily among misfortunes, fortunately, we discovered this thing in advance, otherwise we might really face an enemy at the level of an ancient dragon." Deputy Director Karl nodded.

"It's like you just went to the hospital to remove creases, but senile solar keratosis was detected. If you continue to delay, the disease may become skin cancer." A key researcher who graduated from a doctor of medicine made an analogy.

"Don't curse me like that. Although I am very old, fortunately my skin has been well maintained and I have not suffered from age spots." Ange sighed, and it was really heartwarming to communicate with this group of psychopaths who can only make bombs tired.

"Speaking of which, does the Japanese branch know the news? Didn't the Yanliu Research Institute give any advice?" Angers looked at Deputy Director Carl.

"Opinions? Principal, you made a mistake." Deputy Director Carl said in a serious tone, "'Opinions' should be given to brats by experienced people. But we are smart people. It's a bunch of asses, and smart people don't need the opinions of asses."

"It sounds like you just finished "Avanti". Angers sighed, "Why do you need to compare others to asses? Wouldn't it be better to be humble?"

"That's stupid pigs. It's flattering to compare them to multicellular organisms like us. Sometimes I wonder if those stubborn neurons have long synapses?" Deputy Director Carl's pride seemed to be engraved on the In the bones.

"Okay, let's not discuss this issue too much. The most urgent thing now is how to solve the guy in the Japanese trench. Is it feasible to blow it up with a deep-sea torpedo?" Angers looked at Director Arcadullah.

"Principal, after fighting against the dragons for so long, do you think this thing is a living organism that can be solved by deep-sea torpedoes?" Director Akadullah said.

"I was the one to be abrupt..." Ang Hot nodded.

"However, the plan we have drawn up still uses bombs. We have submitted three plans to the Japanese branch, and they rejected the first two. The reply they gave to the third plan is still open to discussion." Arkadullah said He said solemnly, "Plan A, use the deep-sea version of the b-117 ground-penetrating bomb to blow up the entire seabed, and the probability of Japan's land sinking is 30.00% Seven. Plan B, there is an active volcano on the bottom of the Korean Peninsula..."

"Their refutation is correct. Stop talking nonsense, and just talk about the third one." Anger took a deep breath, and frantically hinted in his heart that he should not care about neuropathy, or he would become unlucky.

"All in all, one year is a bit of a stretch, and we need three heroic commissioners to dive deep into the Japan Trench to locate this embryo, observe it, and then penetrate the embryo's protective layer with our newly developed refined sulfur bomb , corrupt its cortex, and then destroy its core!" Researcher Martu suddenly got up, "Even the Dragon King can't resist the fusion of special sulfur and mercury vapor."

"Just like no one can say no to a combination of sliced ​​meat and lettuce in a burger!" repeated the researcher who said Angers' age spots could turn into skin cancer.

"We have prepared the deep submersible, but it must be operated by a specialist with sufficient bloodlines, because the hatching of the embryo will have a field magnetic field, and the brain waves will be affected when the specialist approaches." Deputy Director Carl said.

"Because it may be a dragon king-level embryo, we must select a commissioner above 'A' level, otherwise the low-blooded guy may want to take off his clothes and swim naked at 8000 meters deep in the deep sea, and then be crushed by huge pressure Explode into a bloody mist!" Director Akadullah said solemnly.

"Of course, it doesn't have to be so dangerous. He may also sing happy birthday to the embryo in a panic." Deputy Director Carl added, "Sing for a whole year, until the embryo is born and hatched."

"Okay, I have already counted the candidates for the mission specialist, and I will leave the technical issues to you. Remember to fix the submersible firmly, and the system should be so simple that even an idiot can operate it." Anger got up quickly, and within a second I don't want to spend too much time with these psychopaths.

As soon as he turned around, there was another "sizzling" sound of water sprinkling behind him, and small droplets of alcohol condensed and danced like elves all over the sky.

……

Boom, boom, boom.

There was a very rhythmic knock on the door, like a dull heartbeat that was extremely stable.

"Who?"

The door was opened by a beautiful woman of aunt's generation, disheveled, half of her silk nightgown fell from her shoulders.She woke up with a hangover, just "rolled" to the door, and opened the door when she was woken up by the knock.

The sunlight penetrated through the crack of the door, and it became more and more dazzling. In the sunlight, there was an extremely stern and cool face. Seeing the woman's naked appearance, he frowned slightly, as if he wanted to criticize something.

"Ahhh!" the woman made a high-pitched voice like a dolphin, and she rubbed Brother Cool's head into her arms first, "Why is my good son back at this time? Is the school closed? Or do you want to surprise mom suddenly? "

"I sent you an email last night. I'm doing a research project. I don't need to stay in school for the time being." Brother Cool said softly, "Pull your clothes up a bit, so as not to catch a cold, and there are guests at home."

Lu Mingfei popped up from behind Chu Zihang, "Mother Chu!"

"Ahhh!" There was another dolphin sound, "Mingfei is here too, he has grown a lot taller! Have you eaten yet? Auntie ordering takeaway for you?"

"We've already eaten, Auntie." Lu Mingfei shook his head with a smile, "There are still people coming to visit this time."

"Ok?"

The beautiful girl walked out from the other side of Chu Zihang, with summer enthusiasm and fun, she bowed slightly, smiling sweetly like a girl next door, and she was generous.

"Mother Chu, my name is Xia Mi!"

(End of this chapter)