Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 159 Surveillance
"Go back first. It's useless for him to close the door and hide after the Tower of Alienity arrives."

Lu Mingfei closed the car window again to keep out the wind and rain.

It was obviously the right choice to package and send this alchemical creation together. Since the Nibelungen was involved, it would definitely not be a mistake to bring the "key" that could open the Nibelungen.

"Ah."

Chu Zihang restarted the car, "Then where are you going next?"

Lu Mingfei thought for a while: "I won't be going to that uncle's house for the time being. The Japanese arrest warrant for heresy seems to have leftover effects. Just find a place to rest for the night."

"...If you don't mind, you can come to my house, my house has a spare guest room."

"That's fine too."

Lu Mingfei didn't refuse, and it didn't matter where he was during the period when the Tower of Identical Degrees and the weapons were delivered.

After eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the rain gradually became lighter, and the black Mercedes-Benz S500 slowly drove into Bishuiju.

Placed in the center of the city, Bishuiju is also a high-end community. People who can afford a house here are either rich or expensive... Chu Zihang couldn't help but think back to that man. When he was still there, he took his mother and his young self with him. Crowded in houses.

Although life was tight at that time, he was very happy. When he was a child, he would always ride around on that man's neck in a room of tens of square meters, giggling like a warrior riding a dragon, and my mother quickly took care of herself. To avoid being knocked off, one piece of cosmetics can be worth a man's salary for a month.

Even though I have such a powerful identity and experience, but I pretend to be poor in front of them... Is that man sick?
Chu Zihang shook his head, throwing away the thoughts of the past, he turned the steering wheel, and drove the car into his garage along the asphalt road.

The other slot was vacant, apparently the entrepreneur 'Dad' won't be home for the night again tonight due to his busy schedule.

"arrive."

Chu Zihang turned off the ignition and pulled out the key, softly waking up Lu Mingfei who closed his eyes and thought.

"Out of etiquette, what should I call your mother?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

Ruthless and ruthless to the enemy, friendly and respectful to the companions, gentle and courteous to the mortals, this is the fine tradition of the Wailers Chapter.

When he was a servant of the Lamenters, there was even a Lamenter Astartes who visited them in the servant cabins during their free time to thank them for their service.

"...she should be quite happy if you could call her 'sister'."

Chu Zihang pondered for a while and then said.

"...this is the second time I've started to miss the vibe of the Fingal brothers being there, which he's better at than I am."

Lu Mingfei sighed lightly.

The whole neighborhood was quiet, and the rustling sound of the rain hitting the fallen leaves could be clearly heard. The two of them walked across the lawn in front of the house by stepping on the stagnant water on the path, and the house was still lit with warm lights.

The room was also quiet, and the heating made the room warm like spring. A woman fell asleep on the sofa with a blanket in her arms, and her young and beautiful face was covered by a few strands of loose long hair.

The sound of the two entering the room woke up the woman. She panicked subconsciously at first, but after seeing Chu Zihang, she was relieved again, with a pleasant smile on her face.

"Zi Hang is back? Are you tired from the flight? You haven't eaten yet, right? I'll warm up your food and I'll make you chicken soup..."

The woman got up from the sofa wrapped in a blanket, and greeted Chu Zihang in the hallway with sparkling eyes.

Before she could take a good look at her son, whom she hadn't seen for more than half a year, she saw a young boy behind him.

She was a little taken aback, and some didn't respond.

Why did the son bring a boy back from the United States?
"He is Lu Mingfei, the classmate I went to study in the United States with. Because it was too late, I brought him back to stay overnight."

Chu Zihang explained calmly, he could tell what his mother was thinking from his expression.

"Oh! So it's a classmate!"

Su Xiaoyan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry to bother you... sister."

Lu Mingfei bowed slightly, and finally tried his best to adapt to the etiquette in his hometown.

"It's okay, since it's Zihang's classmate, then it's okay." Su Xiaoyan was really happy with this address, "I'll get you new slippers..."

"No need for mom, you can go to bed early, I will do it with my classmates."

Chu Zihang held back his mother, who was very hospitable. She probably didn't even know where the new slippers were, so she would definitely take her best friend's slippers from the shoe cabinet to count them.

"Okay, my son has learned to take care of himself in the United States."

Su Xiaoyan said with a smile, hugged Chu Zihang's head and kissed fiercely, then walked back to her room, yawning and stretching her waist.

Chu Zihang calmly wiped off the light lip marks and saliva on his face, and sure enough, no matter how old he was, this woman still treated him like the child who hadn't grown up before.

In memory, the most reliable thing she has done is to give birth to herself, right?

The man said that she wanted to abort the child because she was afraid of the pain, but regretted it too late, when she was eight months pregnant.

"I made you laugh."

He turned around and said to Lu Mingfei.

"this is nothing."

Lu Mingfei didn't care about this, and looked at everything in the room—it had become his instinct to conduct combat assessment when entering a new environment for the first time.

But obviously the decoration company's plan did not intend to decorate this place into a fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. In Lu Mingfei's eyes, it must be an unqualified offensive and defensive facility.

"I'll tidy up your room. After dinner, we'll go to bed early to recharge our batteries."

Chu Zihang put down the travel bag in his hand and was about to walk towards a certain room in the house when he was stopped by Lu Mingfei:

"and many more."

Chu Zihang was taken aback for a moment, and then saw Lu Mingfei's eyes slowly stained with a hazy golden mist, and his gently moving lips:
"Someone is watching us."

"Which direction."

Chu Zihang reacted immediately, but instead of looking around, he reached out and took the bag from Lu Mingfei's hand.

"There is no killing intent, we can't confirm the location, we can only confirm that what is staring at us is not something like a sniper rifle."

Lu Mingfei activated Foreboding. If the weapon the opponent is staring at them is a sniper rifle, he can even get a sensory reminder before the opponent raises the idea of ​​pulling the trigger to attack.

But the psionic power didn't give him any feedback.

Chu Zihang's face darkened. If the gaze wasn't aimed at him, it must be aimed at his mother.

Entrepreneur "Dad" doesn't go home many times because of his busy work, and there is only one nanny at home. A beautiful woman who is alone at home is really easy to attract attention.

"I gonna go see."

Lu Mingfei turned around and walked back to the hallway. He looked like he was about to change his shoes, but he took the broom leaning on the shoe cabinet. In the next second, he turned into a swift black shadow and rushed out the door.

There were splashes of water on the ground, but before they splashed, Lu Mingfei had already stepped out.

The cold rain slightly stimulated his senses, and the moment he left the house, the feeling of being watched suddenly increased, but then disappeared.

His instinct was correct, someone was indeed staring at him and Chu Zihang, but he retreated immediately after realizing that he might be exposed.

The community is pitch black, and dense green trees are planted between each independent villa to ensure that the owners who have bought a house have enough privacy. The only light source is the white light every few meters on both sides of the road in the community , but in the cold darkness, their light source is really limited.

"where……"

This is not the first time that Lu Mingfei misses his power armor. Even if he only wears a combat helmet now, he can make enemies hidden in this environment nowhere to hide with just the photoelectric imaging system of the goggles.

But now is not the time to miss this. He stopped in the rain, and the alien blood in his body was gradually boiling under the stimulation.

Although the power of the alien is unclean, it is a temporary substitute for his current body strengthening system. The golden mist in his eyes has condensed into fiery golden magma, and his pupils are changing to the vertical pupils of the top predator.

If there were security guards on night patrol in the community, they would definitely see this young boy's eyes, which were as bright as a golden light from a flashlight.

Everything within the field of vision is covered with a layer of golden brilliance, and all moving objects are within Lu Mingfei's senses, and he can even clearly capture the trajectory of every drop of rainwater that falls.

In addition to rain, there are other objects moving at high speed within the event horizon.

While Lu Mingfei was charging forward, his field of vision was like a lens rapidly zooming in on the target—but no figure was captured, only the rainwater showing an unnatural trajectory showed that there was something invisible Things are speeding away from here.

"Yanling. Mingzhao? Are you a mixed race?"

Lu Mingfei slightly raised his eyebrows.

He didn't fall much in the cultural courses at Kassel College, with full marks in actual combat, nearly full marks in theory, and full marks in alchemy experiments—with the chief alchemist sergeant of the Weeping Angel.

If it is this kind of highly concealed speech spirit and this kind of low-light environment, then it is really impossible to do it without the Astartes combat helmet.

Although he couldn't see the other party, the airflow driven by the other party's high-speed movement was clearly visible against the background of the rain, and at this time the other party was about to leave the range of Clear Water Residence.

Surrounding the Bishuiju community is a three-meter-high white wall with a sharp carved fence at the top. This kind of protection may be able to stop ordinary thieves and thieves, but it is impossible to stop mixed races.

Lu Mingfei raised his arm. What he was holding was the broom brought from Chu Zihang's house. The broom for cleaning had been removed in advance, but the wooden handle was facing the flowing air in the field of vision.

Then he threw it vigorously, only to hear a piercing scream, and the household broom that cost ten yuan a piece in the supermarket seemed to turn into Kungunir in Odin's hand under this terrifying acceleration. In a second, the wooden handle of the broom reached its end, bringing a smear of bright red blood in the air.

With a roar of pain, a figure appeared from the darkness, and the wooden handle of the broom pierced through his chest, but the location was not the heart—I don’t know if Lu Mingfei missed his shot or intentionally missed his life, In short, he did not die suddenly on the spot.

He endured the pain and the fear in his heart, and stepped on the wall to use his strength before the imbalance fell, and he climbed out of the wall.

When Lu Mingfei got close to the high wall, the sound of a car starting was already heard outside, and the tires rubbing against the ground made a striking scream. When he jumped out, he could only see a small car rushing into the car outside as if fleeing for his life. road.

(End of this chapter)