Dragon Clan: I am Lu Mingfei, the Intelligence Strategist, the God of Concepts!

Chapter 189 And so, Herzog died (the version where he was completely devoured)

"What? You want to come along too?"

Lu Mingfei looked at Uesugi Yue, who had volunteered, with surprise.

"Why not! This doctor has made a mess of Japan and bullied my child."

The ramen chef argued vehemently, "Why not!"

"..."

Lu Mingfei suddenly felt a headache coming on, and the reason sounded damn familiar.

To be honest, this lineup seems a bit too luxurious.

A family of four, a total of four emperors... well, three emperors, and a little emperor.

In addition to Lu Mingfei and his group.

Even if Herzog had prepared a reinforced platoon of fifth-generation Shadow Warriors in the mountains near Sapporo, Hokkaido, it wouldn't be enough for them to cut down.

The Fifth Generation Shadow Warrior's physical strength is indeed remarkable, but frankly speaking, he is a Deadpool who cannot resonate with the Dragon Runes.

If you don't care about the effects of releasing incantations, you're just an experience-gaining baby.

He just hadn't figured out how to explain himself if it really came down to him unleashing the 'Black Sun' to steal the monster...

Forget it, what's the point of explaining!
"Gentlemen, the arrangements have been made. A no-fly zone will be in effect throughout Hokkaido, and maritime and highway controls will be in place until 10:00 AM tomorrow."

Yuan Zhisheng pushed open the door and entered, his voice devoid of sorrow or joy.

"We have twelve hours now."

"As expected of the Snake Clan, their influence is truly immense," Lu Mingfei exclaimed.

This was a plan devised from the very beginning: once Herzog's true location was found, they would simply trap him and attack him. Now, with the help of the tsunami, this decision doesn't seem particularly abrupt.

"Zhisheng, do you want to go meet him?"

Uesugi Koshi turned around and put on a kind face.

“Of course,” Genjiro said without hesitation.

"Hahaha! Good! That's my good son!"

Uesugi Kohei patted Genjiro on the shoulder and laughed heartily:

"Men will always misjudge a few people in their lives. If you make a mistake, be brave enough to take responsibility and admit it honestly. There's no difficulty that can't be overcome! As long as you're alive, it's never too late!"

Yuan Zhisheng's face twitched involuntarily.

He originally wanted to dodge the old man's hand, but the other man was too fast and grabbed his shoulder, pouring several bowls of cheap street chicken soup into his mouth.

In just one week, he received too much information, and he is still numb. His beliefs since childhood have collapsed, and the justice he has always upheld is just a ridiculous facade. He has been played like a fool from beginning to end, the kind of person who is sold out and still helps the seller count the money.

Regarding his younger brother and sister, his emotions were always on the verge of collapse. Even though Lu Mingfei's mention of the "memory stone" was a joke, the sound of the clapper caused a deep, soul-deep pain that still lingered in his ears, something he might never forget.

He began to try to become the kind of person he hated most, and to try to learn the mannerisms of those in real power. This disgusting feeling could slightly alleviate his pain.

But now, Uesugi Kotsushi's lines, which he probably learned from the uneducated thugs and hot-blooded youths at the bottom of the underworld, are a Hong Kong comic style that would obviously damage one's IQ. This is something he always criticizes, but for no reason, it has repaired the wounds in his heart a little bit, as if something lost is being filled.

It's probably about sincerity... but what kind of sincerity is true sincerity?
"call--"

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about these things for the time being.

"No need to say such things. This is simply my duty. He needs to give me an explanation and give the Snake Clan an explanation."

……

The group set off, following the coordinates provided by Potato Chip Girl.

Potato Chip Girl herself did not follow. Although the controller of 'Tianyan' seemed to be born to be a wet component, she had no intention of mechanical ascension for the time being. In order to make a steady profit and continue to use her brain to make money in the future, she decided to take a nap at Genji Heavy Industries and hold a small meeting with her employees after waking up.

Mai Shutoku usually has a sharp tongue, but she won't let you down when it matters. She stays by your side and keeps in touch with you.

The black helicopter headed north.
“Remember what I said last time?” Zero suddenly spoke up.

"Ah."

Lu Mingfei nodded; he knew Zero was referring to the time at Genji Heavy Industries' ξ-layer.

This time, facing Herzog in person, Lu Mingfei naturally wouldn't kill him hastily again.

Of course, necessary interrogation is required, but that's not a big problem, as there are many professionals in the team.

Sakurai Kogure may appear gentle and submissive, but she is actually a seasoned interrogation expert. Lu Mingfei, Zero, and Nono also have their own methods.

Using every means at his disposal, Herzog will reveal everything he wants to say and everything he doesn't want to say.

Finally, everyone can compare their statements to ensure that everything is foolproof.

They successively transferred between helicopters and off-road vehicles.

Later in the night.

The group abandoned their vehicles and hiked towards the research institute located deep in the mountains.

The night sky over Hokkaido is clear. Located at the northernmost part of the Japanese archipelago, it boasts vast forests and majestic mountains, a cold climate, and is famous for its cherry blossoms and lavender fields.

Genji remained silent, as did Kazama Ruri... no, now she should be called Genji-onna.

As they walked through the mountains and forests, the two felt as if they had returned to the town of Shikatri many years ago. The surrounding area was also mountainous, with beautiful scenery. Back then, Tachibana Masamune and the King had set up a grand coming-of-age ceremony for the two brothers. Now that they had grown up, they came to send him off on his final journey, as he had grown old.

Lu Mingfei remained silent, wary, and awaiting an answer.

A gentle breeze blew through the mountains, rustling the leaves. The group eventually stopped in front of a cave. The entrance was covered with tire tracks, and a faint smell of blood could be smelled from inside.

'Whoosh whoosh whoosh—'

The stone door suddenly opened, revealing a passage made of alloy.

An elderly man with a familiar face stood in astonishment at the entrance of the passage.
Herzog never expected that such a large group of people would be waiting for him outside as soon as he came out!
He was already fast and decisive enough...

but,

Damn it, why!
Herzog, with the help of the moonlight, could also clearly see the ambiguous smiles on the faces of this group of people.

A flicker of panic crossed the face that Yuan Zhisheng had longed for day and night, but he quickly regained his composure.

He smiled slightly at Genjiro, who was at the front, a smile that was kind and concerned, just like countless times before.

"Ah, it's Chisei who's back."

For a fleeting moment, Genjiro seemed to have returned to the past.

When he was first brought into the family, every time he went out on a mission, no matter how late he returned, there would be a kind-faced man waiting for him, inviting him to have dinner, or to play at the sword shop, or to try the tea ceremony, archery, swordsmanship, and flower arrangement.

It seemed like nothing had changed; the man had simply gone from middle-aged to old, but he was still so kind and caring. They were the closest of father and sons…

Swah——

A sharp glint of light suddenly pierced the night.

The next moment, the two severed hands rolled to the ground, and the blood was blown away like reeds.

"Should I call you General, or Father? Or Dr. Herzog?"

Genji slowly sheathed his sword and spoke softly.

Lu Mingfei then noticed that Genjiro had actually brought three knives with him this time.

Besides the familiar Spider Cutter and Child Cutter, there is also a dull knife that looks like a half-finished product. The workmanship is quite rough and the knife is not even sharpened, but it clearly carries a lot of effort.

Genjiro's speed and strength are too great.

Even a wooden sword can be transformed into a deadly weapon in one's hand, let alone a hard iron one!

"what!"

The change came too suddenly; Herzog's face contorted instantly, and the pain made him scream wildly, unable to answer Genji's question.

Unlike those who had been hypnotized and whose will was as strong as steel, such as Tachibana Masamune or Osho.

Herzog was a complete scoundrel, greedy, cowardly, and base; such a person had no capacity to bear pain.

He originally planned to secretly take out the clapper as soon as possible to try to turn the tide.
But he underestimated Genjiro's determination.

"Alright, let's go inside and talk."

Lu Mingfei smiled. "Don't actually kill him." He stepped forward, grabbed Herzog by the back of the neck, and slowly entered the passage inside the mountain.

The other party's interface was now completely visible to him.

Finally, it's definitely the real deal.

Name: Jung von Herzog

【Age: 88/91】

【Combat strength: 5】

[Bloodline: D]

[Favorability: -9]

[Word of Power: None]

……

Inside the institute.

Herzog stared blankly as his various arrangements were instantly dismantled.

He didn't realize it until they were face to face.

What the hell kind of monsters are these?

Damn it, does such a thing as a God's-eye view really exist?
"Alright, stop looking around." Lu Mingfei chuckled and patted Herzog's face.

The research institute was pretty much as I had imagined, with all sorts of medical instruments and dissection tables, as well as countless culture chambers. Herzog's lair really had a Yuri vibe to it. The huge area relied entirely on replicants to maintain its daily research and cleanup work, and blood flowed everywhere inside and out... and there were different models of Herzog lying there.

There were also some who weren't shadow warriors, but they were subjected to a familiar deep hypnosis, making them no different from the living dead.

"Tell us, who's behind you? Telling us might make you feel a little better."

Lu Mingfei gestured a very small distance with his fingertip.

Herzog stared at the despicable boy, his eyes filled with resentment, almost spitting fire.

"Did not say?"

Lu Mingfei smiled and said, "Whatever."

I wasn't really keen to hear what you had to say.

With a wave of his hand, Zero walked forward expressionlessly and 'casually' kicked Herzog in the ribs.

"what--"

The indescribable pain instantly overwhelmed the sedative that Sakurai Kogure had injected into him earlier, and Herzog's eyes immediately widened, filled with blood vessels, as if they were about to jump out.

"It's...it's you!"

Herzog let out a hoarse, labored breath.

He then realized that the girl in the white dress looked so familiar. Although her appearance was completely different from the little flower in his memory, the white dress and her indifferent, icy demeanor immediately reminded him of that time.

But he didn't have time to say anything more.

His cloudy old eyes met those golden eyes that shone like the sun.

The moment their eyes met, Herzog felt his memory cells being touched and activated, with flashes of the past constantly appearing in his cerebral cortex.

Zero pushed Herzog's enhanced Mirror Eyes to their limits, showing no mercy whatsoever; he was practically squeezing Herzog's brain to its limits.

Herzog's eyes rolled back, his consciousness completely blurred, and blood kept flowing from his mouth and nose. He felt as if his entire life had been investigated by the other party.

I do not know how long it has been,

"Well--"

Zero let out a low breath, the gold in her eyes faded, and her face turned somewhat pale. Such intense use of 'Mirror Eye' had also placed a great burden on her.

"Are you alright?" Lu Mingfei asked with concern.

Zero nodded: "I've finished reading it. I need to sort it out; there's a lot of information."

"You've worked hard." Lu Mingfei apologized and smoothed her platinum blonde hair.

Ling shook her head to indicate that there was no need to worry about her.

"Okay, we're ready. You can come now," Lu Mingfei said.

Next up is Sakurai Kogure.

Nono's profile does not rely entirely on Herzog, a living person.

Upon entering the research institute, immediately adopting Herzog's perspective, after disarming the bombs planted by the enemy, one can follow the clues to find the institute's archives, which contain a great deal of Herzog's hard work.

In addition, Nono also discovered a strangely shaped instrument in front of which Herzog had lingered for a long time, as well as various chambers within the research institute that stored many seemingly malevolent nutrients.

She had thoroughly explored every key area inside Herzog's stronghold.

It can even analyze Herzog's thoughts when he is in different regions.

Lu Mingfei didn't sit idly by either, and decisively activated the [Deep Intelligence Extraction Permission].

As they headed toward the archives, they handed the stage over to the Yuan brothers.

……

Sakurai Kogure watched Lu Mingfei leave.

I roughly understood what he meant.

From the beginning, Lu Mingfei did not tell this 'interrogation expert' what questions she should ask Herzog.

Because deep down, Lu Mingfei had no intention of taking any of Herzog's words into account.

He's an actor, a hypocrite whose mouth is full of lies.

Sakurai Kogure bowed slightly, her voice gentle:

"Then, please relax, gentlemen. Kogure will do his best to keep him conscious."

"Th...thank you," Yuan Zhisheng said hoarsely.

He handed the spider-slicer in his hand to his younger brother, the weapon he had used to stab his brother in the chest years ago.

Like the Dojigiri in Genji's hand, it was the first weapon this man gave him back then, and it's perfect to send it as a farewell gift now.

Yuan Zhinü was already impatient.

With trembling hands, he slashed the knife toward Herzog's aged body.

He had to be extremely careful, lest he use too much force and kill his opponent outright.

But soon... under his brother's guidance, or perhaps with the help of 'Kazama Ruri's' personality, his movements became familiar and effortless.

The two pale boys were expressionless and remained silent, only continuing to swing their knives, blood splattering on their trench coats.

One knife, another knife.

The old man was covered in wounds and blood, writhing in the pool of blood. His face, which had once struck fear into the hearts of the entire Japanese underworld, was now twisted and grotesque, like that of a monster, and hoarse screams echoed throughout the room.
But he was pinned down by two feet, one on the left and one on the right, and couldn't move at all.

From cursing to begging for mercy, then back to cursing, and finally to unconscious, frantic screams.

The gazes of these two brothers, whom he had once regarded as puppets, chilled him to the bone.

But Herzog was completely powerless against... the power of the Emperor!
Not to mention, there was also Uesugi Kotsugu standing quietly to the side, watching.

The research institute always kept a large quantity of sedatives on hand, which Herzog originally intended to use on his experimental subjects. But this time, he finally experienced the feeling of helplessly struggling like a fish on a chopping board.

Finally, amidst frantic screams,
Genji raised the knife high in his hand, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, his dark eyes as cold as ice.

Hand up and down!
Amidst a splatter of blood, heads rolled off, and the horrific sounds abruptly ceased.

That gray head, its final expression frozen in a ferocious, twisted, and hateful rage.

In his eighteenth year in Japan, this dragon doctor, who came from the Third Reich and had traveled through Siberia, passed away.
The figures that should have been dancing gracefully on the dazzling stage have completely withered into a pile of mud on the ground.

The most brilliant ideals of the past are no longer applauded; only the mournful sound of the wind echoes through the Cangshan Mountains in the dead of night.

(End of this chapter)