Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Genji Heavy Industries Building, high-rise.

The curtains were swayed by the wind blowing through the gaps in the window, like shaking ghosts, there was a violent storm outside the window, large and large raindrops hit the glass and shattered, looking out from the window, immersed in the feeling of the rainy night Tokyo is hazy like a mirage.

Occasionally, a bluish-white electric snake streaked across the sky, accompanied by a heavy roar, the dim ward was illuminated by distant light, and the figure of the old man on the bed was magnified several times and reflected on the wall.

Upon closer inspection, the old man’s appearance is very creepy. One side of his eye is wrapped with a bandage, and he seems to be blind. On both sides of his sideburns, the place where the ears should be is empty. There are only two dark round holes beside the temples and no pinnae , one of his hands was fixed on his chest by an instrument, as if he had suffered a comminuted fracture... The old man's body was covered in cuts and bruises, and all of them seemed to be fresh injuries. It is hard to imagine how inhuman abuse he has suffered recently .

Except for the sound of the storm outside the window, the ward was quiet, only the hour hand was beating every second. The old man sat quietly with his eyes closed, his body leaning on the soft pillow, motionless, as if he had entered meditation, only his withered fingers The white bed sheet was lightly tapped up and down, beating with the movement of the hour hand. The old man seemed to be waiting for someone, or waiting for a certain moment to arrive.

When the hour and minute hands of the clock on the wall jumped to the number "12", the door of the ward was slowly pushed open, and a figure in a white coat walked in from the outside of the ward, pushing the metal in his hand. The cart, the friction between the rollers and the floor was very loud, echoing in the corridor at night.

The old man on the bed slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the figure of the person who was coming. The man in a white coat was wearing a hood and a mask, and his entire face was deliberately covered. The figure nodded to the old man on the hospital bed. The old man Smile at him: "It's finally here."

The figure in the white coat came to the window, he closed the last slit of the window, the swinging curtains fell silent, the sound of wind and rain was locked out, and the ward fell into a deathly silence.

"Let me see how the work is doing this time." The old man on the hospital bed looked at the figure and said, to be precise, he stared intently at the figure's face.

The figure still nodded silently, like a submissive puppet, he took off his hood and mask, at this time a thunderbolt just flashed outside the window, the window shook, and the face of the man in the white coat was illuminated by the pale arc light For a moment... What's creepy is that he actually has the same face as the old man on the hospital bed!
Not only the face is the same, but also the missing facial features are the same, such as one eye, empty ears, criss-crossing scars on the face... Even every wrinkle on the face seems to be made by the same craftsman with the same carving knife. This is against the laws of nature. Even twins cannot have the same face without any differences. It is almost impossible for even the top plastic surgeons in the world to do this. thing.

"Perfect! What a perfect work!" The old man on the hospital bed couldn't help applauding, his applause and joy were drowned in the rolling thunder, "Those stupid leaders of the former Soviet Union really should be sorry for what they said. I am sad and saddened to protect the bullshit theory of human rights and morality and ban my great gene cloning and appearance duplication technology experiment! My technology is ahead of anyone in the world! They missed the opportunity to use this technology to win the war and conquer the world!"

The figure in the white coat came to the side of the hospital bed. He helped the old man get up, and then began to take off the patient clothes for the old man.

The old man on the hospital bed changed into a white coat that looked like a doctor. The old man stood by the bed and fastened his clothes with one hand, and then the figure sat on the bed where the old man was originally. , as if the dying had found the perfect scapegoat.

"On the way here, was everything settled cleanly? Didn't you leave any flaws?" the old man in a white coat asked while putting on his mask and hood.

The figure in the patient's suit on the bed nodded first, then shook his head.

"Very well, the fingerprints of those guys in Kassel and the flesh and blood with their genes have been given to me, and they will be placed in the vacuum bag under the pillow behind you." The old man asked the figure, "Do you know what to do?" Use it?"

The figure on the bed nodded silently.

The old man walked to the metal cart pushed by the figure. He lifted the white cloth covering the cart, and the contents in the cart were exposed to the air...not medicines, but ones with skull logos. The jar, the material of the jar is like glass and metal, very special.

The jar is filled with white phosphorus and thermite. Once these things are subjected to violent impact and generate high temperature, a powerful explosion will occur, and the entire ward will quickly turn into a sea of ​​flames, and everything in the ward will be swallowed by the extremely high temperature flames. .

And once this kind of incendiary with phosphorus powder falls on the human skin, it will directly penetrate the skin and flesh and burn until it reaches the bones. It can be said that it will never die. It has been banned by various countries because of the cruelty it causes to the human body, but at the bottom of the black market, it has always been traded by arms dealers and thugs who ignore the law and humanity.

"This kind of violent thing looks so beautiful no matter what time it is, and now all the preparations are ready." The old man's tone was bleak, "The people of Kassel College thought that Yuan Zhisheng was moved. Can this pawn completely mess up my plan? But in the end, the spearhead of the Snake Ba Family will still be pointed at them. This is a conspiracy on the bright side, but no one will find the flaw. It's time to abandon it, the death of a former patriarch in exchange for the confrontation between the Snake Family and Kassel College, it is a good deal no matter what."

As the old man spoke, he paced towards the window, his feet limping, so he moved very slowly.

"It's very interesting! It's very interesting! I'm tired of facing those idiot brothers every day in Japan. It's been a long time since I met such an interesting guy. This reminds me of Lu Mingfei 20 years ago!" Standing in front of the window, the old man looked at the huge Tokyo city and muttered to himself, incoherently, as if bewildered, "It is meaningful to have such obstacles to my plan! It is the appearance of such enemies that can highlight the greatness of my plan!" Since I took away my container and hid it so that I can't find it, why don't you personally replace your beloved girl and become the most rotten piece of bone on the road to the underworld!"

"But it still needs to be verified...whether that child is useful or not remains to be verified." The old man murmured, "How did that young man named Lu Mingfei know Uesugi Erika? And why did Uesugi Erika trust her so easily?" Him? It's really confusing... It's really confusing..."

Suddenly, the sound of the helicopter's propeller cutting the air made the window glass tremble. A helicopter with the logo of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department flew to the window, and the cabin threw a cable ladder to the window of the ward where the old man was.

The old man in front of the window was finally awakened from his thoughts. He realized that it was time for the curtain call of this scene, and it was time to say goodbye to the family he had worked so hard for so many years. Die in a decent way is the most resentful of those "family members", right?

The old man did not have any sentimental emotions, but turned his head to look at the figure exactly like him on the hospital bed, and finally confessed: "Get everything ready, and then die in the most cruel way! Your sacrifice will become the most important moment of the great moment." The turning point! Whoever keeps his word will save his life, but whoever neglects his way will surely die!"

The figure on the bed nodded one last time.

The old man smashed the window glass and struggled to catch the cable ladder dropped by the plane with his battered body... When the helicopter completely moved away from Genji Heavy Industries, huge flames and roars erupted in the ward where the old man was originally.

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Just after twelve o'clock midnight, Genji's piercing alarm pierced through the rainy night, the building entered into a fully closed state, and all the eight families of Sheqi were in chaos.

This building located in the most prosperous area of ​​Shinjuku District has been operating in an orderly manner since it was built, like a hard and straight flag, it represents the benchmark of the Japanese gangsters, rarely there will be chaos that needs to block the building, but nearly In the past month, this iron-clad building has encountered two consecutive highest-level blockades, which indicates that the storm is coming, and even the foundation of the Japanese yakuza family is beginning to crumble.

The previous blockade of Genji Heavy Industries was due to the sudden outbreak of dead waiters in the building, but this time it was because of an explosion in the building... quite important people died in the Genji Heavy Industries Building.

The person who died was Tachibana Masamune, the former head of the Sheqiba family.

In the main hall of Genji Heavy Industries Xingshen Temple, the heads of the Snake Eight Clans with various surnames sat kneeling on the hard floor. They were wearing black patterned haori, short knives with black sheaths on their waists, and black uniforms on their foreheads. Even Nanami Sakurai, the only woman among the heads of the family, was wearing heirloom sleeves, and her slender legs exposed outside the skirt were also wrapped in black stockings.

They are all dressed in pitch black from top to bottom. In Japan, they will only wear this on purpose when they attend funerals. Every patriarch bows his head without saying a word, his face is full of pain and grief, and the scene is solemn like A memorial service.

Fuma Kotaro, the most senior member of the family, looked up at the top of the conference table. The three seats belonging to the upper three families were all vacant, and one of them was an old man who would never come back again. Only five people from the lower five families were present at the moment. Patriarch, this made Fuma Kotaro, an old man, feel a kind of sadness in his heart, just like the samurai in the shogunate era, every time he came back from the battlefield, he would suddenly find that his familiar comrades had fallen again, newcomers For the old man, only the broken banner is still flying in the dust.

With the awakening of the "God", the war will intensify. I don't know if the number of family heads in future meetings will decrease, and I don't know whether the Snake Qi Ba family can survive this unprecedented storm safely.

The door of Xingshen Temple was pushed open, and the owners looked up. A young man in a black windbreaker hurried over. Behind him was the wind and rain raging in the city. Candles in the hazy wind and rain, the figure of the young man reveals an unreasonable exhaustion.

"Sorry, I'm late." Yuan Zhisheng whispered, and the door of Xingshen Temple closed slowly behind him.

Yuan Zhisheng took off his shoes informally and walked like flying. He didn't even have time to wipe his feet. The rain-soaked trouser legs left a series of water stains on the precious tatami mats in the main hall, but the family owners didn't pay attention to Yuan Zhisheng. Even though Yuan Zhisheng only wore a white liner and a black windbreaker to attend today's meeting, no one said he didn't understand the rules, because he was too busy, Yuan Zhisheng was not polite It's just that there is no time to change clothes at all. The owners of the family know how difficult it is to govern a family in the midst of war, and this young man is the most burdened person among them.

Yuan Zhisheng had just sat at the head of the conference table, and the heads of the family either looked at him with concern or sorrow.

"Master..." Sakurai Nanami spoke slowly, the beautiful woman's face looked haggard, "Mr. Masamune..."

"The corpse has been taken away, and the best doctors in the medical department are conducting tests on the remains. If necessary, an autopsy may be carried out." Yuan Zhisheng shook his head at Sakurai Nanami, "But to be honest, we can find useful clues The probability is very small, I have seen the corpse, it can be said that it was burnt beyond recognition."

"Bastard! Everyone knows what Mr. Masamune means to the family. This is a naked provocation to our Snake Family!" Shio Miyamoto slammed his fist on the tatami, "Did the ghosts do it? The final The war is coming, and they want to weaken our morale by killing Mr. Masamune, who means a lot to the family!"

"Judging from our standpoint, the biggest suspects are indeed fierce ghosts, but there are too many contradictions and mysteries that cannot be resolved, and we can't make a conclusion so quickly." Yuan Zhisheng shook his head, "I also just came from Tama River. The front line returned to the Genji Heavy Industries Building, took a quick look at the corpse and rushed to Xingshen Temple, everything has to wait for the autopsy report and more information to be found and sorted out before the scope of the suspect can be determined.”

"The important thing now should not be the issue of morale and face." Kotaro Fumo said in a deep voice, the old man's expression was as solemn as Yanshuang, "Now what we should think about is that the last time Deadpool attacked Genji Heavy Industries During the incident, the security and safety measures of the Genji Heavy Industries building were raised to a higher level, why would someone still sneak into Genji Heavy Industries and kill one of the owners of the Shangsan family?"

"Hui Ye Ji." Yuan Zhisheng called out to the void.