Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 459 Northrend

The principle of Cerberus is actually very simple. Inject a little dragon's blood into the body of a large dog. If the dog is not dead, then congratulations, you have obtained a biological weapon so ferocious that it can treat you as dessert.

This kind of creature first came from an experiment by Herzog, in which the blood of the dragon race under the Black Swan Harbor was used to erode large dogs, and then he got a monster that could eat whatever it saw, but human creativity is always endless.

After Herzog sent this achievement up, the smart people on this land quickly found a way to control these monsters, using the conditioned reflex produced by the high-voltage electric shock collar to control the progress and stop of the Cerberus.

"This thing was used by the secret party a long time ago." Fingel looked at the large dog that was eroded on it: "But it was abolished later, the cost was too high, and it was very disobedient, and the evaluation was generally not high."

The executive department has always used everything to the extreme. The biological weapons that can be manufactured with a little dragon blood and large dogs are highly praised by some commissioners, but there are also many problems. The life span of this subspecies of dragons will not be too long. How to make them It is even more troublesome for the other party to distinguish the object.

The most important thing is that they always bite the enemy everywhere, which caused a lot of trouble for the aftermath and research. In the end, these "Cerberus dogs" were gradually neglected and became a waste case of the executive department. use.

But on Maozi's side, this kind of creature has become a means of entertainment for the mixed races. Those half-breed chaebols who are bored will be happy to watch this monster fight with brown bears or fierce tigers. Some people even developed dog fighting play.

"It sounds really bad," Lu Mingfei was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect Big Brother to be so miserable behind his back, and his father's role in it was even more strange: "And why did the Doomsday faction study this thing?" .”

"The earliest batch of hellhounds used dragon blood from the black snake below Black Swan Harbor," Anton said, "but the dragon's cocoon was formed as early as [-], and the cocoon is still in the secret party. hands."

"There are not many dragons in this land, and the only ones who can get dragon blood are the Doomsday faction." Anton clicked on the Cerberus dog on the photo: "Now 80.00% of the Cerberus dogs here are from the Doomsday faction. A dog can be sold for millions, and the doomsday pie can make a lot of money with this thing."

Lu Mingfei's expression is becoming more and more weird now. Originally, the image of his father in his mind was that kind of sloppy, unkempt intellectual. After arriving in Kassel, the image of Lu Lincheng has become ten. Wife, Ikogendo who hides behind the scenes and manipulates the world.

Now, when Lu Mingfei heard Anton say that the Doomsday faction raised funds by selling dogs, the former big boss behind the scenes transformed into a farmer raising chickens and dogs in the North Pole.

My name is Lu Mingfei. My parents opened a chicken farm in the North Pole, producing delicious smoked guinea chicken. They would also sell their high-quality breed dogs on the market in exchange for a fortune The meager income was used to improve the farmhouse.

It sounds so simple, Dad, Mom!
Lu Mingfei's mind was already wandering, and he felt more and more that his father's plan was a bit unreliable, while Ling and Finger next to him were sitting upright, listening to Anton's story about Maozi's mess.

After the disintegration of Hongmao, Huaxia didn't have much interest in the local area. Except for the time when Ander led a team to scoop up the wool of Black Swan Harbor, they rarely intervened here, but this did not hinder the children of Black Swan Harbor Grow up and keep chasing down things from the past.

Anton and Khorkina have been pretending to be husband and wife here for almost a year. Relying on the relationship between Huaxia and the Secret Party, he made good deals with the local mixed races, and found out a lot of things back then, but The more he checked, the more frightened he felt. The things left by the red hair made him mentally exhausted, and he was ready to leave here.

"I'm going to pick you up. In the eyes of some people, my identity has been exposed." Anton looked at Khorkina and nodded at her: "But it's nothing serious. What I found out is not a secret. I can stay with you for a while."

"But instructor, didn't you say that you found out a lot of things?"

"A lot of chores, not even the fur of Black Swan Harbor, but enough to make people tired." Anton rubbed his eyes: "Do you know where Cerberus was first used, Afghanistan..."

"Okay, okay, instructor, don't say any more." Feeling an inexplicable pressure, Lu Mingfei interrupted Anton's conversation in a hurry. They made plans again, and finally dispersed.

Two days after the auction, the doomsday faction had arrived in Moscow theoretically, but the auction had not started, and no one could find them.

The apartment Anton lives in is not too big, with a master bedroom and a guest room. After some friendly exchanges, Finger and Lu Mingfei decided that we should sleep on the sofa.

Taking advantage of the time Anton, Khorkina and Ling packed up, the two sat on the sofa and chatted.

"What do you say when the time comes?" Lu Mingfei was still a little nervous, and began to discuss countermeasures with Finger: "You said I saw that doomsday person, what did you say?"

Fingel drank the juice casually: "It depends if you want to do it with text or with force."

"How do you say that?" Lu Mingfei was taken aback, not understanding what he meant.

"Come on, that is, you go up to that person and tell him that you are the chairman Lu Lincheng's son, and you are going to meet your father." Fingel put down the juice, and then said: "Wu Zhuo, It’s just us rushing in, pointing a gun to each other’s heads, and politely asking him to call your dad.”

"It doesn't sound very good." Lu Mingfei scratched his calf: "It doesn't seem like a way for father and son to talk."

"Relax," Fingel comforted: "Do you have to believe that this is a post-modern, alternative father-son relationship, just like Alsace and his father, love will kill each other?"

Lu Mingfei choked for a moment: "I think you definitely have some problems with your understanding of the relationship between father and son. I'm not Alsace. I went to Northrend in the north to find Frostmourne or something."

Now that he knows about the Doomsday faction, Lu Mingfei is not sure whether his father will be willing to save Ander. Maybe it is a good thing for him. The leader of the secret party disappears overnight. If you become someone else, you might have to dance in the office for three days.

It wasn't until this time that Lu Mingfei realized that he and his parents had already become enemies. The words of different ways and not conspiring with each other were vividly reflected in the conflict between the secret party and the doomsday faction, even if they still maintain There is a fragile balance, but Lu Mingfei knows that this balance will not last long.

"This is the north." Fingel answered in a strange manner.

(End of this chapter)