Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

"The abandoned industrial city codenamed 023, a steel forest built during the Cold War, became a battlefield for ambitious people after the disintegration of the Soviet Union. In the center of the city stands the ground part of a nuclear power reactor. The largest Tomakak device in history uses electricity to generate a strong spiral magnetic field..."

"Wait wait, could you please say something I can understand? Don't you know that if we have to have an academic discussion, the people more suitable to be here should be those nerds from Watt Alheim?" Caesar was a little exasperated, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the dashboard, where the speed had increased to 300 kilometers per hour.

This speed is nothing for a military helicopter at any time, but the surrounding environment is continuous wind and snow. The terrifying opposite airflow is like a violent giant tearing the helicopter's rotor. The yellow lights are flashing in the cabin, which suppresses people's nerves to the limit.

A white mission book was nailed to the fixed board in front of them, with the four Chinese characters "Operation Aurora" written on the title page.

After leaving Moscow, the academy's military spy satellites had been tracking Lu Mingfei until he and those Moscow dignitaries finally disappeared on a train into the ruins of an ancient military site.

The board of directors finally decided to launch Operation Aurora in northern Siberia, using an elite team and twelve modified Mi-28N attack helicopters to hunt down the defectors.

The page of the mission book that was opened marked Lu Mingfei's various indicators, and clearly pointed out that the target person might possess the ability to advance the forbidden technology of Blood Rage to an unprecedented fifth degree.

Chu Zihang pushed the tactical eyepiece up to his forehead, exposing his golden eyes to the still warm air in the cabin.

The Mi-28N heavy helicopter was speeding across the frozen coastline. Outside the bulletproof glass, the snowfield of Siberia looked like a spread-out shroud. Occasionally, a watchtower collapsed by the snow flashed by, its iron frame glowing bluish-gray in the cold light.

He didn't look at Caesar, but stood at the edge of the cabin, the warm wind ruffling his hair. "Even the information that the academy can get about City 023 is pitifully little, but even so, those strategists still chose to write about nuclear reactors in the mission book." Chu Zihang said, "This means that the city may have been operating from the Cold War to today. It does not need too much supply from the outside world. With nuclear energy as an energy source, it can operate alone for hundreds of years. People who control such a place only need to transport food and weapons. The more important power lines that need to cross Siberia have become irrelevant."

"I see." Caesar nodded. "No wonder they insisted on making us wait for the people from the Executive Department to act together this time."

As the camera moves away from them, you can see more heavy helicopters under the black clouds that are as tall as mountains, casting huge circular spots of light onto the vast wasteland below.

The roar of the steel engine mixed with the sound of thunder.

Obviously, in the eyes of the board of directors, even in the most optimistic scenario, if Caesar and Chu Zihang finally chose to be loyal to the academy and fight against Lu Mingfei, they would not be able to break into a steel city that has survived from the Cold War to today and may be heavily guarded.

Just as Bunin used the connections he had accumulated during the Great Patriotic War to block Beowulf's commandos and dragon-blooded subspecies in the suburbs of Moscow, every detail of the information about this man was laid out on the conference table in Valhalla.

With Norma's ability, the old guy's underwear might be exposed.

Everyone knows that Alexander Bunin is the largest arms dealer in Russia. Behind him stands a mysterious mixed-race organization that goes to City 023 every year to conduct some mysterious transactions.

Such a place that gathers almost all the wealth of the dark side of Russian society must be heavily guarded. The only way for the academy to bring Lu Mingfei back is to launch a frontal assault.

Caesar and Chu Zihang both understood that what was ahead of them would surely be an arduous and arduous battle.

They looked at each other, and two pairs of eyes of different colors but equally cold flashed a hint of the same meaning.

Along with Operation Aurora, another operation targeting Lu Mingfei was launched.

"Spring Hunting".

With Beowulf in full charge, a team of the most elite executors from all over the world is heading towards the same destination from the west.

"Humidity 92%, temperature feels like minus 41 degrees." Norma's voice came from the encrypted channel, "Five minutes until we approach the city's radar air defense identification zone, please prepare for landing."

Caesar fastened his Kevlar seat belt, and the school badge on the collar of his black combat uniform flickered in the emergency light.

At a certain moment he smelled the smell of blood and rust mixed with the smell of aviation kerosene. It was the smell emitted by the heavy machine gun coated with antifreeze oil on the weapon rack at the bottom of the cabin as it began to preheat. At the same time, some subtle clicking sounds were reaching his ears through the vibration of the fuselage.

The steel behemoth beneath them was waking up, its weapons loaded and its barrels preheated, ready to launch a ground assault at any time.

"Are you ready?" Chu Zihang stepped on the huge black aluminum alloy box, which contained his weapons box.

Caesar laughed, and the short hunting knife Dick Tudo hummed softly. This weapon, which had been passed down through countless generations of Gattuso people, now seemed to be eager to cut through something colder than steel.

Each of its owners was the patriarch of the Gattuso family, and the previous owner was not Pompey but Frost.

Caesar had spent almost his entire life so far in opposition to the old man, both in terms of ideology and family affairs, but Frost did not choose to betray his bottom line as a human being until the last moment of his life.

If possible, Caesar would include Frost's name in the name of one of his future children.

If he lives to see that day.

"We can already see the city," Caesar said suddenly. Right in front of them, the outline of City 023 emerged from the blizzard.

The cooling towers of Soviet-era nuclear power plants lean toward the sky like frozen obelisks, countless power transmission cables tremble in the strong wind, and beneath the snow-covered spider webs are clusters of red brick factory buildings.

It actually looked alive, and the silhouette of the steel forest cast fang-like shadows on the snow.

The helicopter began to shake violently in the sudden intensification of the contrarian air flow. Red light flashed on the dashboard. Chu Zihang Murasame was placed horizontally on his knees. His pupils were reflected on the blade, a gorgeous dark gold color.

A moment later, another pair of golden eyes of almost the same color lit up in the cabin.

Ever since Caesar knew that he might be a dragon, he no longer restrained his use of violent blood.

The path to deification is to lift up the throne of God with human hearts, but one day the human soul can no longer bear that weight and collapses.

But if he did not raise it but simply took back the scepter that belonged to him, then his soul and will would no longer be impacted.

"Lu Mingfei picked the perfect graveyard." Caesar put on his tactical gloves and checked his equipment for the last time. "He is always good at finding a place that is impossible to escape... a place without heaven or earth."

A red light suddenly lit up in the cabin, and the Mi-28N made a combat dive.

The moment Caesar pulled the emergency brake valve, Chu Zihang had already unlocked the safety lock.

The hatch opened with the hissing of the hydraulic device. The extreme cold stabbed into the men's lungs like thousands of daggers. The frozen coal-carrying trestle fifty meters below twisted into the darkness like the spine of a giant python, and black coal blocks were scattered on the rusted conveyor belt.

"Don't let me down, Caesar." Pompey's voice came mixed with the wind and snow.

"I know, father," Caesar said softly.

There was a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth. If that man appeared in front of him, Caesar would even want to poke Dick into his eye sockets.

Perhaps it was because of this that Pompey only met Caesar once after Frost's death.

It was in the Pantheon outside Rome, the home of the Gattuso family. The senators, dressed in white robes like ancient Roman emperors, sat high on a marble platform and looked down at them. Caesar swung his gun and shot off the head of one of them, but the old men were not angry at all. They just ordered someone to take away Caesar's gun. They were so calm that even Caesar was scared.

Chu Zihang threw the assault rifle behind him. The hem of his black windbreaker was lifted by the airflow, revealing the ancient alchemical sword at his waist.

He leaped into the darkness against the strong wind, followed closely by Caesar. A moment later, dozens of bat-like figures rose from under the group of helicopters.

They used hang gliders instead of parachutes.

In this kind of weather, hang gliding can help the commissioner enter the city faster and more secretly.

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Snow flakes hit the glass like grains of crushed salt, and Beowulf's knuckles left a bluish-white mark on the metal casing of the telescope.

The shuttle they were on was crossing the permafrost, and the metal hull emitted a dying groan like an old man in the minus forty-degree air.

"They changed to a heavy helicopter after the military train." The old man in the old KGB uniform stared at the dashboard, the blue light of the LCD screen illuminated the chilblains on his nose. "The young people don't know how to hide their tracks. Bunin's military channel is still playing Katyusha."

There are always some words that are difficult to play a big role in frontal combat, but can be very effective in other aspects.

The Prophet's lower-level word spirit, "Flashback".

It can briefly flash back in front of the user's eyes the optical phenomena that have occurred in a certain area, which is equivalent to a monitor with a built-in playback function.

Coughing sounds came from deep inside the shuttle car. Elderly people who had retired for decades were checking their equipment. Their fingers covered with age spots brushed across the antifreeze coating of the PP-2000 submachine gun, just like caressing the young skin of their lover.

One guy made a joke with a phlegm sound from under his cold-proof mask: "Sergey, the bottle of vodka you lost to me looks like you'll have to take it to Valhalla to drink."

Beowulf puts down his telescope.

Outside the car window was a dying wasteland, with fine black cracks on the frozen surface, like thousands of dried blood vessels. In the distance, the rusty oil pipeline on the horizon was like a severed dragon spine, winding and disappearing at the end of the horizon. The wind blew from the far north, making people feel bitter and cold.

After the advent of the academy era, the Beowulf family's hunting team had been disbanded, so that even now he could not even recruit his own people to participate in this high-intensity and high-severity war, and could only recruit old hunting team members who had survived from the Blood Pact era to the present day from all over the world.

Most of them came from both sides of the Volga River, and a few were Tatars, but they were all trustworthy old friends who had not given up fighting for the human race even in the most dangerous times.

"We have seen new rails and carriages parked near the platform." Beowulf tapped the map on the table. It was obviously specially made by the academy, and the pages were marked with radiation warning symbols.

"It can be confirmed that Lu Mingfei, Susie, Zero Romanova, and Kristina Kabaeva, the four high-risk targets currently on the academy's wanted list, have all entered City 023 ahead. The goal of the Spring Hunting Operation is to destroy or arrest them. Do you understand what I mean?"

When mentioning the goal, Beowulf first said destruction, and then arrest.

This means that the school board had never intended to let Lu Mingfei return alive.

The old KGB suddenly started coughing violently. When he looked up, a strange golden light ignited in his cloudy eyes: "Are you still determined to follow that gentleman's decision? You know, Lu Mingfei's name is well-known among us..."

"Valentin!" The white scales on Beowulf's wrist pierced through his skin, and veins on his forehead throbbed. "All you have to do is swing your sword at our enemies like you did a hundred years ago!"

The carriage suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of wind and snow hitting the steel plates.

The old men stopped reloading, and ten pairs of golden eyes flickered in the shadows like candles about to burn out.

Outside the window, more shuttles were overtaking them and rushing towards the platform. Beowulf snorted coldly after a moment.

He no longer looked into the eyes of the old man named Valentin. "War has always been like this!" The dragon head emblem on the mithril cufflinks flashed coldly when Beowulf turned around. "We have chosen an emperor for ourselves, so we must follow the rules and obey the emperor's orders!"

"War is always like this." Valentin sneered as he looked at Beowulf's back, the Soviet Hero Gold Star Medal pinned on the left chest of his winter coat jingling, "But that was not the emperor we chose, it was you who chose him."

The old men laughed shrilly, like bellows pumping out strong winds, and they fixed bayonets on their submachine guns in terrifying unison, as if they had returned to their youthful days of the Red Square parade.

Someone started humming "The Farewell of a Slavic Woman", and the out-of-tune singing mixed with the smell of diesel flowed through the carriage.

A strange blush rose on Beowulf's cheeks, like anger or a sign of his bloodline getting out of control.

He looked out the window of the shuttle that was traveling alongside them.

Inside, an old man who looked even older than him was looking coldly in that direction through the wind, snow and resin glass.

No one remembers his name.

But in the Gattuso family sequence, he is...

β.

Noble beta.