Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 434 America's top terrorist - Ronald Tang

I'm in the United States, I just got off the plane, and I feel fine, except for the strong body odor in the air...

"Fuck, let go!"

Just as Lu Mingfei left customs and walked into the airport hall, breathing the fresh air and wanting to report his safety to his senior brother, a white guy in a black down jacket suddenly twisted his foot and lost his balance and crashed into him.

Xiaolu, who always likes to help others, reacted quickly and gave the other person a hand. However, before the other person could say thank you and he could reply, "You're welcome," he noticed a thieving hand sneaking into his pocket and snatching the game console he had just put in his pocket.

“Huh?!” It was Lu Mingfei’s first time visiting a developed country like the United States. He never expected that America, where almost everyone seems to have the same moral standards and is so wealthy as described in magazines, actually has pickpockets. Their professional qualities are so poor that they even steal children’s game consoles!
His right hand was like a pair of pliers that grabbed the thief's hand, causing the white guy to cry out in pain. But it was not known whether he had accomplices nearby or whether he thought Lu Mingfei and his group were easy to bully because they were all Asians. After being caught, he did not even think of running away, but kept cursing and punching.

The white lady next to them screamed, and the security guards in the distance quickened their pace from slow walking to fast walking. But before they got close, the thief who failed to steal and wanted to hit people was knocked to the ground by Lu Mingfei with a grappling move.

If this wasn't a public place, Lu Mingfei would at least have to give him another physical amnesia knife.

“Wow, Chinese kung fu!”

Seeing a teenager in his early 1.60 meters tall knock down an adult who was more than ten centimeters taller than him with one hand, the blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners watching on the scene all widened their eyes and held their heads with their hands with an "Amazing" expression. Originally, they were wondering which country these three good-looking Asian guys were from, but when Lu Mingfei used his grappling technique, everyone had a stereotype.

Compared to the foreigners who were making a fuss, Xia Mi and Eiry were very calm. Lu Mingfei's ability was obvious to all, and it was no problem for him to knock down a dozen burly men. What really surprised them was that the pickpockets here were too arrogant and the security was too lax.

The security personnel, who were only a hundred meters away but took half a minute to arrive, stepped forward to rescue the man from Lu Mingfei and sent him to the airport police station to await legal sanctions.

"The public security here is too bad. There are people stealing things openly at the airport."

After leaving the airport, Lu Mingfei still did not forget to complain. He had just stepped off the plane and the pickpocket in New York had given him a little shock about America, which lowered his impression of the country.

"Haha, not only do they steal things, they also want to traffic women and children." Xia Di sent a text message with one hand, and then pressed Lu Mingfei's head to turn in the other direction, and happened to see two burly men sitting in a van staring at this side.

Just look at the tattoos on their necks and you'll know they're not good people.

Lu Mingfei has been cultivating his character for more than three months. Apart from fighting with Seti and Atreus in the dream space at night, he has not come into contact with anyone in reality. Seeing this situation, he really wants to lead the two men to an empty corner to test the power of unlimited fighting.

It’s a pity that there are too many people at the airport and it’s not suitable for action.

When the car arranged by Xia Di arrived at the airport, Lu Mingfei unexpectedly discovered that the pickpocket who was caught by security personnel and taken to the airport police station had regained his freedom. He got on the van and looked at them with a sinister look, without even the slightest intention of concealing his guilt.

"This is simply lawlessness!" Seeing how arrogant these criminals were, Xiaolu wanted to enforce justice and arrest all of them, but in the end he did nothing.

It's nothing. Master Xia has already smiled and nodded over there. If nothing unexpected happens, they should have an accident.

As the saying goes, when Xia Di smiles, life and death are unpredictable. Given the tolerance of old Xia towards criminals, especially these guys who he personally asserted were traffickers of women and children... Lu Mingfei felt that he should not care too much about the dead.

And the result was just as he expected. After the car arranged by Xia Di picked up the people, the airport theft gang followed behind their car. When crossing the bridge, the front tire suddenly burst, the car lost control, crashed through the railing, and fell directly into the river.

Although the river was not frozen yet in this weather, their chances of survival were still low.

A silver Chevrolet Camaro was speeding on the highway in Queens. Lu Mingfei and Eiry were whispering to each other. They didn't know if it was their illusion, but they felt that the driver looked very familiar, as if he was an old actor who had appeared in the show many times.

Jiude Mai came to the United States to complete the boss's task and spend the Spring Festival with Potato Chip Girl, but was once again drafted by Xia Di: "..."

Never mind, she was born to be a maid.

Xiao Longnu, who was sitting by the window in the back seat, looked at the female driver's extremely charming curves with envy, imagining that she would have such a devilish figure in the future, how many admirers would surround her, and how that wooden man with a cold face all day would react.

Being stared at by the King of the Earth and the Mountain, Jiude Mai felt like a thorn in her back and a lump in her throat. Fortunately, Xia Di spoke up to help her out: "Mai, how is the layout in the United States recently?"

"Very good, everything is going according to plan." Jiude Mai came to the United States to cooperate with Su Enxi in dealing with some more difficult violent incidents that could only be resolved by her.

However, since these were company secrets, she couldn't say them out loud to the three little brats behind her. After all, both Lu Mingfei and Xiao Longnu were eyeing the unscrupulous writer's coffin.

If they knew how terrifying Xia Di's coffin is now, they would probably lose their goal and become useless.

After briefly reporting on the financial matters, Jiude Mai talked about a major event that happened in the mixed-blood community recently: "The mixed-blood community in the United States has been a bit chaotic recently. The head of the Laurent family, one of the members of the secret party elders, disappeared mysteriously. The local forces led by Kassel College and the Henkel family have sent people to search for him, but his whereabouts are still unknown."

Lu Mingfei's heart moved when he heard this. It seemed that the last time he contacted Feng Ge, he said that the school had assigned him a task that was heavy and thankless, and there was disgust between the lines.

Now it seems that the mission is most likely to rescue school director Laurent.

After some calculations, if I could hand the cross-border express to the owner and then find Old Tang to rip him off, I should still have plenty of time to play around here and could help Shufen find someone.

Just as he was thinking about it, Xia Di spoke up: "I know where Patriarch Laurent is talking about."

"Hmm?" Jiude Mai glanced sideways when she heard the words, wondering whether the reason for the disappearance of the head of the Laurent family was related to the unscrupulous writer.

I heard that the heir of the Laurent family is a beautiful girl. Would Xia Di deliberately... "You're overthinking it. A mere passerby is not worthy of my personal action." Xia Di rolled his eyes, feeling offended.

Although he sometimes resorted to unscrupulous means to have fun, he was not so outrageous.

"He was captured by Odin and is currently undergoing suture surgery."

"he got hurt?"

"Corpse suturing surgery."

"..." Jiude Mai's mouth twitched slightly. She wanted to ask what kind of inhuman torture the head of the Laurent family had suffered, but in the end she abruptly changed the subject:
"When are you going to find the target? He has been wanted by the federal government since he accidentally blew up Wall Street. He just came out to buy food and exposed his whereabouts. He was blocked in the building by the FBI guys, so he had to blow up another building."

"No rush, let him enjoy the free and unrestrained life for a while." Xia Di curled the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an intriguing smile.

……

On the other side, at the junction of Queens and Brooklyn, a young man with shaggy eyebrows and a grim look was walking slowly in a smelly sewer, holding a plastic bag full of fast food in his hand.

Because it is winter, the smell of the sewer is not as strong as in summer, but since completing the exorcism ritual last year, Lao Tang's five senses have been epically enhanced.

This nose is not more sensitive than a dog's, but it is still seven or eight times stronger than that of a normal human, so the stench of the sewer still makes him want to vomit.

Old Tang is suffering. He thinks about how he spent a lot of time, energy and money to hold an exorcism ceremony near Wall Street in order to drive out the greedy ghost that was haunting him.

The effect of that exorcism ritual couldn't be said to be bad, it could only be said to be a bit outrageous. It not only expelled the evil spirit from his body, but also set all the rooms in the hotel on fire.

If the fire was just caused by accident, he could have gone to the black market to remove a few organs and borrowed some money from a loan shark to barely make up for the hotel's losses, but as luck would have it, the famous financial street next door was bombed.

Asians, the bottom of society, unemployed, with funds from unknown sources in their bank accounts and transfer records of unknown destinations. Some time ago, they had been collecting all kinds of strange sacrificial items and even decorated their hotel rooms into some kind of evil altar...

With all the unfavorable factors added together, Old Tang became the best scapegoat. He was identified as a terrorist who believed in a cult within half an hour after the explosion.

Those notorious terrorist organizations also stepped forward to take responsibility for the incident at the first opportunity, saying that Ronald Tang has always been the most loyal and best fighter of their organization. They also felt that blowing up Wall Street was not enough, and said that the next targets of attack would be the White House and the Pentagon in Washington, DC, making people all over the world wait quietly for the grand display of brilliant fireworks.

Then they were shot up by the wildly growing mold.

During this half month or so, the US's anti-terrorism operations were in full swing, the entire Middle East was in chaos, and Old Tang's situation was not much better.

With the help of extreme terrorist organizations, he was completely blacklisted by the US government and ranked in the top three, belonging to the first tier of hatred.

If his body had not undergone incredible changes after the exorcism ceremony and had not awakened the legendary superpowers, he might have died in the joint pursuit of the FBI, CIA, DIA, NSA, and OIA.

"Oh, what a sin." Thinking of what he had experienced in recent days, Old Tang couldn't help but want to shed tears.

He was just an orphan who had been begging for food since he graduated from high school. He had no money and no power. How could he become a wanted criminal second only to the comrade who turned off the lights?

Does he fit too?
Sitting down on a relatively clean platform, Lao Tang took out a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, feeling the soft and fragrant bread gradually crumble under the cutting of his teeth and go down his esophagus into his stomach. He really had the urge to hold back his tears.

God knows how he has been spending these days. Those damn federal investigators are almost omnipresent. As soon as he shows up, the area within a radius of 500 meters will be blocked. The fully armed special police will fire a volley of bullets at him as soon as they see him, without giving him a chance to explain himself.

After great effort, he managed to escape back to Brooklyn from Manhattan. He was not stupid and had no intention of packing up his belongings and running away. He secretly contacted a human trafficker he knew before, hoping that he could help take him to Mexico to avoid being hunted by the US government.

It's just that his disguise skills were not good enough and he was recognized when they met.

The human snakehead was not a good person to begin with. In addition to smuggling people across the border, he also engaged in illegal trades such as human trafficking and forcing women to fall from power.

It is said that what they like most is to pick up innocent female tourists at the airport, and use sweet words or heroic means to get their information and hotel information, then kidnap them on the same day and decide whether to use them for sex trade or auction them on the black market based on their appearance.

At that time, Lao Tang was pointed at by more than a dozen guns. If he turned his head a little, he would easily be shot in the head. Fortunately, he had made sufficient preparations before he came. Just when the snakehead was thinking about how to deal with him, the FBI and CIA arrived in time and blew up the factory where the transaction was taking place without saying a word.

Although the process was thrilling, the result was pretty good. Not only did Old Tang survive intact, he also gained an ability similar to the Boss's second-stage transformation. He managed to escape from the hail of bullets and artillery fire in the form of a little dragon man.

"Oh, how am I going to live the rest of my life? Are you really going to force me to be a bad person?" After finishing his bread, Old Tang began to doubt his life with a lollipop in his mouth.

He was caught up by the FBI today because he was waiting for the waiter to give him the change when he was buying something. If he had painted his skin black and just bought it for free, perhaps no one would have noticed him at all.

After taking a glance at the foul-smelling black mud at the bottom of the sewer, Old Tang dismissed this unrealistic idea without even a second thought.

"If I had known this would happen, I would have transferred 300 yuan to him. If it really doesn't work, I could go to China in person and ask him to come back!"

The young man, who had lost more than he gained, held his head in his hands, regretting why he had not chosen to spend money to avoid disaster, leading to such a state. Suddenly, an extremely familiar voice rang in his ears, which sounded extremely strange in the empty and silent sewer:
"Brother - I'm coming to find you - wait for me -"

(End of this chapter)