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Chapter 403 Combat Meeting
Chapter 403 Combat Meeting
"Oh no, this time we're really going to get hit by a nuclear bomb."
The vice-principal picked up the tequila and took another sip.
Eva seemed to feel that her former mentor's attitude was very annoying, so she added:
"Teacher Flamel, your name is right after Legion Commander Lu Mingfei, and is listed alongside Principal Ange as the 'Mixed-Blood Dictator'."
The wine in the vice-principal's mouth immediately sprayed out:
"Who the hell is this! It's fine if it's Ange, but why did he expose my secrets as well? Now he's become the enemy of the world!"
"It's okay, it's okay!" Only Old Tang patted the vice principal's shoulder with an indifferent look on his face, "Don't be afraid, our team leader is here!"
"Our leader can definitely defeat the entire fucking world by himself!"
Sensing Lu Mingfei's cold gaze, Old Tang stood at attention immediately: "Captain! I was just joking! I'm not serious!"
Lu Mingfei did not pursue the fact that the Casting General was out of touch as usual, and said calmly: "Continue to maintain the shield of Kassel Academy, notify the strike team to maintain the safety and order of each branch, and evacuate through the alchemy matrix when necessary."
"Eva, continue to gather information and intelligence, and prepare to hold a combat meeting."
……
Major news channels around the world were urgently broadcasting footage of the current President George W. Bush standing in the White House press briefing room, announcing a subversive truth to the world with a stern face:
The existence of dragons, hybrids, the "Legion of Destruction" and the "Genetic Tyrant".
I don’t know what the president, who has only a few months left in his term, is feeling - 911/ happened at the beginning of his term, and he encountered such a drastic change that shook the foundation of humanity when he was leaving.
But no matter what, everything that happens from this moment on will be recorded in the history of mankind.
The camera locked onto Lu Mingfei—the image of the "public enemy of humanity" provided by someone unknown was clearly presented to the world.
His height was at least an astonishing four meters, and possibly even taller. Even though we couldn't see his true physique, judging from the gorgeous yet ferocious heavy armor that covered him, he was probably not skinny at all.
There was a faint glow of energy flowing through the gaps in the armor. Whether it was the material, structure, or craftsmanship, it all declared that the technological level of this armor far exceeded the scope of human understanding of existing technology;
At the same time, there is his resolute face with cold lines, and his eyes shining with golden light are emitting a silent sense of oppression. Adjectives such as "handsome" and "handsome" seem to be a bit meaningless in front of him——
But he had no expression, no movement, he just stood there silently.
Some people, for some reason, felt a sense of relief when they first saw the so-called "enemy of humanity", and even had the urge to follow him;
However, for most of the witnesses, fear welled up in their hearts.
A primal shudder called "superhuman phobia".
……
On the other side of the ocean, in China, there is an underdeveloped coastal city.
It was late at night, and a drunk middle-aged man was staggering on the somewhat empty street. It was obvious that he had just finished his "last show" with his friends at a food stall and was preparing to go home and fall asleep.
"Boss... come... come and make Furong Wang."
He leaned over the counter of a small shop in a crooked manner and shouted at the boss with a stammered tongue.
But the owner of the convenience store was staring at the old TV on the counter, which was playing urgent news, and did not notice the drunk man for a while.
It was not until the drunk man called out for the second time that he reacted and turned around impatiently to get a cigarette.
"Look, look at that beautiful girl...she's so engrossed." The man blushed and pointed at the boss, grinning foolishly.
"There's going to be a war, why bother looking at pretty girls?" the boss slammed his cigarette on the counter in annoyance. "Watch the news! The world's top terrorist has emerged from the U.S.! Even more powerful than Bin Laden!"
"Top...terrorist?"
Lu Gucheng squinted his drunken eyes and moved closer to the TV with a fairly clear screen. On the screen, a face with cold and hard lines was magnified after being processed clearly.
"Oh... what terrorists?" Lu Gucheng slapped the cabinet and pointed at the TV. "Isn't this me... my nephew who got admitted to the United States! Lu, Lu Mingfei!"
He burped loudly, "He got admitted to the United States... He didn't even come back to see me during the Chinese New Year... It really hurts my uncle's heart -"
At first the boss was shocked, thinking he had really run into a relative of a terrorist, after all, that face clearly looked Chinese; but then the burp almost made him pass out:
"Bah! You dare to claim any relative just because you drank two ounces of horse urine? Why didn't you say Saddam was your uncle a few years ago? Go away, pay up and get out of here, don't get drunk here."
He waved his hand in disdain, then looked at the TV worriedly, and sighed:
"Alas, this year is too terrible. There was a snowstorm and an earthquake, and now this plague has appeared... Can the Olympics still be held this year..."
The drunken smile on Lu Gucheng’s face froze, and suddenly a chill ran from his tailbone to the top of his head, causing him to shudder.
He shook his dizzy head vigorously, blinked hard, and stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face on the screen.
Although the contours of the eyebrows and eyes have changed a lot, they are still recognizable!
The person on TV is definitely his nephew Lu Mingfei who traveled across the ocean!
Cold sweat soaked his back, and the drunkenness disappeared instantly, leaving only a chill.
"What? You still want to acknowledge me as your nephew? Believe it or not, the Americans will get out of the car and arrest and shoot you."
The shop owner sneered at his pale face.
“No, no, no… I was just drunk and talking nonsense… I don’t know him! I don’t know Lu Mingfei!”
Lu Gucheng, who was sober, was so frightened that he dropped twenty yuan and ran away like a frightened rabbit, leaving the boss behind him shouting "Hey! Your cigarette!"
……
at the same time.
The old principal of Shilan Middle School was dreaming of having many students all over the world. In his dream, all the students, secretaries and committee members who had returned home in glory took turns toasting him. However, before he could even drink any of the wine, he was suddenly awakened by the piercing ring of the telephone.
He was half asleep, and his temper was rising. Just as he grabbed the receiver and was about to start scolding, the vice-principal's hurried and out-of-tune voice rang out first:
"Don't sleep, boss! Hurry! Turn on the TV and watch the news! Our Shilan is really going to be famous all over the world now!"
"World famous?" The principal yawned and said unhappily, "What do you mean by world famous? Which student was admitted to an Ivy League school in advance? Or which athlete was specially recruited for the Olympics?"
"It's not an admission! It's a wanted criminal! It's a terrorist! Lu Mingfei! The Lu Mingfei who went to America with Chu Zihang!"
"Lu Mingfei? What happened to him? Was he expelled from the American university?" The principal was still not fully awake. "Make it clear, Shilan is not responsible..."
"What are you expelling me for? Just listen to me first!"
"Now the Americans are saying that Lu Mingfei is the world's number one terrorist! Or something...something like a 'zombie tyrant'! Anyway, he is ten thousand times more terrifying than Bin Laden! Now the White House is broadcasting live to find a way to catch him!"
"I guess he will be on the headlines all over the world when the sun rises! His big poster on our school's honor roll is still hanging in the most conspicuous place! We must think of a solution quickly! Is it too late to send someone to take it down now?!"
"You...wait a minute..." The principal woke up completely, and his hand holding the receiver was shaking slightly.
The beautiful scene of the secretaries and committee members toasting each other in the dream just now was shattered in an instant, and was replaced by overwhelming news headlines such as "Shilan Middle School has trained the world's number one terrorist."
He felt a chill running from the soles of his feet straight up to his head, and his entire body went numb:
"...This is damned it. I haven't even got a secretary yet, but now they've got Bin Laden...I'm really going too far..." The principal muttered to himself, feeling his blood pressure soaring.
It's much more than that.
When the morning light struggles to break through the thin mist of this coastal town, and when the news pushed by television and newspapers reaches the eyes of more people who have had intersections with the name "Lu Mingfei", I am afraid that this will be the morning when their worldview collapses.
Zhao Menghua, Chen Wenwen, Su Xiaoqiang... or the Shilan classmates who just knew the name "Lu Mingfei"; or some of the gangsters outside the school who wanted to collect protection money but were sent to the orthopedic department of the hospital by Lu Mingfei and lay there for half a month...
No matter who it was, all the acquaintances and impressions of the person, who had been a name used as a secret crush, joke, or joking matter for a long time at Shilan Middle School, were given a completely different and terrifying meaning overnight; as Xun Ge'er wrote, "a sad and thick barrier had been built between them."
However, considering Lu Mingfei's current identity as a "terrorist" and "public enemy of humanity", it would be better if this barrier is as thick as possible.
……
City of Miracles, Strategic Dome.
The armored Lord of the Legion sat in the main seat, his tall body over five meters tall wrapped in cold, gorgeous armor that flowed with dark energy. His metal-covered fingers tapped lightly on the table, and his plan was rapidly conceived in his mind.
For Lu Mingfei, he doesn’t care what people who knew him before think of him, nor does he care what people in the world think of him now.
The accusations against him by the world today are nothing more than the desperate actions of the dark king Pompey Gattuso. To put it in the words of the Finger brothers:
Anxious.
What's more, "A Primarch who does not unify his home planet is not a good Primarch."
The dozen or so "brothers" ahead of Lu Mingfei all unified their home planets at the beginning of the Great Expedition.
Whether it is conquest by force or bloodbath by terror; or political game, or personal charm or extraordinary deterrence; or religious control——
Although the means are different, they all lead to the same goal - they all achieved the achievement of "unifying the mother planet".
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Also seated at the main table of the meeting were the Casting General, the temporary Chief of Operations Fingel, the Acting Chief of Staff Percy Gattuso, Eva who had regained her human body through alchemy technology, the human-shaped White King Hraesvelger, and the orthodox representative Li Jianxing who participated via remote projection;
There are also the regiment champion Chu Zihang and the King of Earth and Mountains Jörmungandr (Xia Mi), who are also participating in the conference as projections. Due to the escalation of the situation and the blockade, they have temporarily stayed in the orthodox.
Vice-Principal Flamel had a confused expression, asking "Who am I and where am I?". Next to him, with a serious look on his face, Ange (the leader of the Lionheart Society and the Secret Party) could have sat there, but what qualifications did he have to sit at the same table with the Dragon King? He should not have been sent to the "kids' table" at the back - that is, the second seats surrounding the main table, which was filled with representatives and elders of the Secret Party families who were forced into the huge vortex.
Now that countries around the world have declared them traitors to humanity and it was the legion soldiers who helped them survive an unknown assassination, this group of elites who once stood at the pinnacle of human power can only rely on Lu Mingfei and his superhuman legion no matter how reluctant they are.
They had no choice, no way to retreat. The vice principal could even hear their suppressed, heavy breathing with fear and submission coming from the "children's table" behind him.
There was another girl sitting at the main table with the same expression as him, but the vice-principal didn't recognize her;
In comparison, the beautiful girl standing behind her with a ponytail, crimson eye shadow, a good figure and tall figure attracted his attention more.
Lu Mingfei's knocking stopped abruptly. His cold golden eyes swept across every face present at the meeting, and he spoke calmly:
"Everyone, the combat meeting begins now."
"Topic 1: The Dark King, Pompey Gattuso."
"Topic 2: On the unification of the earth and humanity."
"Topic 3: The Black King, Nidhogg, who is currently in embryonic form in the Arctic."