Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 13 The Bell
Lu Mingfei turned his attention back to this unexplored darkroom.

There is also a precision small engraving machine on the workbench with the mirror, and the light silver large-caliber bullets are neatly stacked in the mahogany box.

The surface of each bullet is engraved with intricate patterns. Lu Mingfei rubbed his fingers lightly, and could feel the extraordinary power contained in these patterns.

Chu Zihang's attention was on the cork board in front of the workbench, which was covered with photos with thumbtacks.

Lu Mingfei glanced at them and skipped them. These photos were all of women and children, without any important information.

But for Chu Zihang, these photos represent the man's precious memories.

The protagonists of the photos are all mothers without exception. The man's shooting skills are very good. Under his lens, mothers are so varied, and any change is so beautiful.

Chu Zihang imagined that man with a cigar in his mouth, using tweezers to fish out photos one after another from the sink, fixing them on the wooden board with thumbtacks, and watching them slowly dry out——

Those were his wife and children who once belonged to him, but now they can only be shown in his viewfinder frame.

Feeling drunk, he took out a red pen and wrote on the edge of the photo, as if talking to the woman in the frame:
"This is the first year you left me, and you look good."

This is the second year, please don't be so haggard. "

"In the third year, you gained weight."

"In the fourth year, I have less time to think about you."

"In the fifth year, continue to decrease."

"Sixth year, but I still miss you."

……

"Father... How many responsibilities have you shouldered to be willing to leave alone like this?"

Chu Zihang gently touched the photos and handwriting with his fingers, muttering to himself.

"Let's save this kind of question and ask him when we see him. Now take a knife and come over to help."

Lu Mingfei interrupted Chu Zihang's thoughts, and pulled out a heavy silver suitcase from under the workbench, with a semi-luxuriant and half-withered world tree engraved on the surface.

Chu Zihang was taken aback, he had seen this style of suitcase before.

That night, Dad used it as bait to try to win him a lifeline.

The box was tightly sealed, without a combination lock, and only had a card slot, but it was obviously the fastest way to cut it open with Murasame.

Once again, Cun Yu became a box-opening tool. When the box was opened, Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up—although his golden pupils were already dazzling enough:
"Oh shit."

The box is full of all kinds of cold firearms, Glock, Beretta, M1887 lever-action shotgun——

Chu Zihang recognized this dangerous weapon. It was the shotgun that Arnold Schwarzenegger threw in "Terminator".

In addition, the box even contained a set of disassembled Barrett M82A1 large-caliber sniper rifles.

There are various types of bullets at the bottom of the box, and each bullet is painted with a different pattern. Some bullets are even listed separately, and the bottom is painted red to indicate their danger.

Chu Zihang gasped, this is simply a small arsenal!

Lu Mingfei was a little excited. He hadn't smelled gunpowder for a long time, so he took out a handful of Beretta and played with it:
"Although it's light, but at least it's a gun... Sure enough, you still have to have a gun. How can you purify the alien without a gun!"

"Our current identity is still a student...it's not appropriate to use this."

Chu Zihang looked at Lu Mingfei who had a pistol hanging on his waist, and reminded him with a strange expression.

"Uh... well."

It was only then that Lu Mingfei remembered that he was living in a peaceful and legal society, and he couldn't sway around with a gun, so he reluctantly put the gun back in the box.

"We still haven't figured out the identity of our father, and what our eyes represent."

Chu Zihang said in a low voice.

"He's of mixed race."

Lu Mingfei pushed the suitcase back under the table and spoke.

"Hybrid?"

Lu Mingfei nodded:
"Humans and false gods, or humans and aliens, that is, the hybrid lives of those dragons, I guess the latter is most likely."

In the negotiation with the little devil Lu Mingze just now, the other party mentioned a "super hybrid".

After connecting the information here, Lu Mingfei quickly guessed the conclusion.

"Your father is a hybrid human with an alien shape. He sneaked into this city in order to find or kill the false god."

"Since you are his son, it is normal for you to inherit some of his alien blood."

Chu Zihang seemed to be accepting and digesting this fact, he was silent for a while before asking:
"What about you, do you also have alien blood?"

"...Although I really don't want to admit it, I do have that alien blood called the Dragon Race."

"If I see my parents later, I have to ask them about it."

Lu Mingfei sighed.

The pure human blood was immediately mixed with unclean things, which still shocked him a little.

"Then what should we do now? I only have a pair of sunglasses. It might be a bit eye-catching for us to go out with these eyes."

Chu Zihang said.

"Calm down and pray devoutly to the Emperor."

"As a soldier of the Emperor, you must first learn to control your emotions, and keep your mind calm all the time."

"From now on, I will teach you to confess your faith to Him."

Lu Mingfei's face became serious. Since the other party chose to believe in the emperor, he had to start with a confession of faith:
With every strength I have,
With every inch of my will,
with every strand of my soul,
I swear,
my soul and my faith,
Of the Immortal Emperor,
Shepherd of the soul.

……

When Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang walked out of room 062, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

The golden pupils of both of them have been extinguished, and they have returned to their normal appearance.

"It's a bit late."

Chu Zihang closed the door of room 062 and locked it.

The smell of kerosene in the corridor is still strong, and the old incandescent lights are flickering, making it look more like a horror movie scene where something is destined to happen.

"I have to go back quickly, I hope my aunt will keep my food."

Lu Mingfei said.

Back at the liquidation team office on the first floor, Uncle Shui had already left. Chu Zihang put the key back in the drawer, wrote a note and pressed it on the table.

"Don't you keep the key for yourself? You can find a place to move everything there."

"It's okay, I printed the mold with soft glue, and I can make two new ones later."

Chu Zihang said.

The abandoned factory area at night is even more deadly darkness. It is estimated that the weather is cloudy, and even the stars can't be seen in the sky, and you can't see your fingers when you walk on the road.

But this is nothing to Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang. Their eyes can see normally in the dark now, probably due to the influence of the alien blood in their bodies.

"clang!"

Suddenly, a melodious bell sounded from the ruins of the factory.

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