Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer

Chapter 64 Say Hello
The composite reactive armor rubbed against the ground, sparking sparks and piercing friction sounds, and the Stryker armored vehicle, which could defend against 155mm shell fragments, was split in half by a sword.

The commissioners of the executive department fell into a daze in the cold wind, and couldn't believe that the scene in front of them was something that humans could do.

So what if there is a spirit of speech?

They have been in the executive department for many years, and have carried out missions with several ace commissioners, and have seen powerful and high-risk speech spirits such as "Jun Yan", "Jian Yu", and "Lei Chi".

But these are not as good as this S-rank handsome boy!
Moreover, the S-level did not use the language at all, relying purely on its own strength.

Even if they are given the extraordinary weapon in the opponent's hand, they still think that they can't achieve the precision and calmness of S-rank as if dancing on the tip of a knife.

"It's beautifully done."

Angers smiled and clapped, the admiration and love in his eyes were not concealed.

"There is one who is still alive! Get him under control immediately, don't let him commit suicide!"

The commissioners reacted from the shock, and immediately sent their hands to the surviving driver in the wreckage of the armored vehicle.

"There are still two freezer trucks, the enemy is unknown, get ready to support the S-class!"

Having said that, everyone knows that the S-class can split armored vehicles, and naturally it can also split freezer vehicles.

But—the two refrigerated trucks seemed to be terrified, and stopped far away.

The sound of rustling clappers sounded from the loudspeaker on the front of the car—but in less than a second, Lu Mingfei drew his gun and blasted the two loudspeakers one after another!
Throwing away the bolt pistol casually—he didn't have time to insert the bolt gun back into his belt, and he raised his sword and rushed towards the two freezer trucks that suddenly vibrated violently.

"Go forward and support S-class!"

The commissioners immediately realized that something was wrong, and rushed forward with various firearms loaded with live ammunition, ready to shoot at any time.

"Sarah—"

A sharp black claw pierced the thick iron skin of the freezer truck!
But then, time seemed to hit the stop button.

Or, press the slow down button fifty times slower.

Two white freezer trucks are about to burst into black flowers each, and the petals are unmistakably the filthy alien known as Deadpool.

But the process of blooming was delayed by Anger's speech spirit. Time zero, he walked slowly, playing with the jackknife in his hand.

Lu Mingfei was slightly taken aback - not because he was shocked by Anger's ability, but because he remembered the man in the rainy night a few months ago.

Then he turned into a killing machine again, the beautiful blade of the Jingyue sword painted on the freezer cart, and the exquisite and elegant sword dance harvested the alien life in a state of stagnation.

Until the last sword edge fell, 83 seconds had passed.

Anger pressed the cancel button, and time resumed its normal flow. In terms of the frame of reference of the commissioners of the Executive Department, less than two seconds had passed.

"Ding----!"

The crisp sound was stretched quite sharply, the shells of the two freezer trucks were broken, and the black flowers bloomed in full bloom—but the petals were composed of alien corpses and black blood.

The commissioners of the executive department who were about to open fire with their guns froze in place again, shaking their heads and blinking to confirm that they were not hallucinating.

Afterwards, they belatedly remembered the words of the principal, and continued to check the scene to see if there were any monsters that were still alive.

Several commissioners climbed into the unhewn cab to gather GPS data.

"Perfect, I'm thinking whether to let you graduate directly or not."

"I've never seen a fighter like you—it's like you were born."

Angers smiled softly as the pocket knife he was playing with slipped into his cuff.

"The college still has a lot of stories and knowledge worth reading, and I haven't formed my own... club yet."

Lu Mingfei said, staring at Jingyue in his hand.

The Jingyue Great Sword harvested dozens of dirty and alien lives, but the sword body flowing with blue brilliance was not stained with a trace of black blood, and it was still beautiful and flawless.

There is no doubt that this is a perfect alchemy weapon.

With the end of the battle, the brilliance gradually faded, and the 20-centimeter-wide moonlight sword returned to its original slender silver blade, which was less than six centimeters.

"It's true that college life is wonderful and everyone should enjoy it."

"I graduated from Cambridge in 1897, and even now I often go back there, but unfortunately I can only be a tourist. No one on campus has known me for a long time, and the evidence of my attendance there has been lost by time. erased."

"Students who come and go are no longer discussing poetry, religion and art, but are concentrating on how to get a high-paying job in the City of London... Sorry, it seems to be digressing."

Angers smiled apologetically, "It's time to ask the gentleman driving the armored vehicle what he thinks of this attack."

"The Stryker is not something you can buy on the black market. The attackers were either from General Dynamics Land Systems or from the Pentagon."

The executive commissioners gave the driver whose arm was severed a simple hemostasis, so that he would not die due to excessive blood loss.

"Okay, sir. Tell us, please, whose orders you're driving this Stryker to bite us?"

Angers smiled and was as polite as a gentleman.

"I... a monster! You are all monsters!"

The burly driver with a fierce face was scared like a child who did something wrong, trembling all over.

His face and lips were iron blue, and he didn't know whether it was because of the pain of the broken arm, or the fear of seeing Lu Mingfei.

"Let's inform Professor Masashi Toyama, he may have to work overtime tonight."

Angers sighed, "I don't have much experience in interrogating the wounded."

"Ok."

When the two commissioners were about to walk over to lift the driver up, they suddenly saw a golden light flashing deep in each other's eyes.

Immediately they fell back and raised the rifles they had just lowered.

"Cough...uh-"

The driver's body twitched strangely, and the golden light in his eyes became more intense.

"Fire!"

The sound of the gun being loaded was neat and clear, and all executive officers aimed their guns at the mutated driver, ready to fire and kill him.

"and many more."

Lu Mingfei frowned slightly, and raised his hand to signal them to stop.

"..."

The commissioners looked at each other in blank dismay, then obeyed their orders and slightly lowered the muzzle of their ready-to-fire guns.

The impression this S-rank left on them was too deep, and they could even feel a reliable sense of security from him!
Even if this twitching and deformed guy suddenly turned into a dragon, they believed that the S-rank could easily kill it.

After twitching for more than ten seconds, the driver's body no longer twitched, and his expression no longer twisted.

When he opened his eyes, the blazing golden light scraped across the crowd like a sharp blade, and finally settled on Lu Mingfei.

The "driver" grinned, revealing a strange arc:

"Hello, Lu Mingfei."

"'Emperor' asked me to say hello to you."

　The author has to go to work during the day, not full-time, but will work hard to type
　　
　
(End of this chapter)