Dragon Clan: Thought So Far

The further Ming Fei walked inside, the more frightened he became.

Their original plan was to resupply in Verkhoyansk and then switch to other means of transportation to continue exploring to the north.

But along the way, I didn't see a single living person, not even a dead body. There were ruins everywhere. White steam rose from the drainage wells on both sides of the concrete street, and sharp whistles came from the wells.

Snow fell on the cast iron street lamps, and icicles hung from the iron and tin tulip lampshades to form pale stalactites.

They had already put on boots before getting off the car, and now the boots could be heard cracking bones as they stepped on the deep snow.

The sound came one after another, like someone chewing ice cubes under the frozen soil, making people's teeth sour.

This place was a place of exile for political prisoners in both the Tsarist and Soviet eras. Looking at the map, it looks like a candlelight embedded in the northernmost part of the Eurasian plate.

There is very little information and intelligence about Verkhoyansk in the outside world, but as a former member of one of the most powerful intelligence agencies in the world, Lu Mingfei has a certain understanding of this place, especially since he had long made up his mind to go to Black Swan Port to find out the truth of that year.

Verkhoyansk lost its status as a place of exile many years ago. It is now one of the supply points for the Russian Northern Fleet and an important military base in the Far East. The Ministry of Defense has armored units capable of performing extreme cold missions stationed nearby all year round.

Given the climate in the Arctic Circle, it is impossible for either a human corpse or a dragon-blooded mastiff's corpse to rot into bones in such a short period of time.

But at the same time, if Verkhoyansk loses contact for a long time, Moscow will definitely send troops to inspect the place, which means that the massacre is imminent.

Combined with the broken bones on the ground, the answer was clearly revealed to everyone.

The people who massacred the town did not even spare the bodies of the victims, and here the huge packs of dragon-blooded fierce dogs were finally able to drink their fill of blood.

In the distance, a faded spray painting of the Labor Medal was still on the exterior wall of a five-story Soviet-era apartment building, but now the medal was torn in half by three parallel claw marks.

The steel bars protruded from the wound in the concrete, and the rust was a pale red color, as if it had been soaked in blood.

Although on the run, Susie still holds out hope for the Academy, recognizing the organization as the desperate wall between humans and dragons.

But if the school board or even the executive department appeared in this massacre, Susie felt that her faith was about to collapse.

Going further ahead, the bronze statue of Lenin in the town square lies on its back, with dark brown blood stains on the granite base. The statue's raised right arm is broken at the elbow, with frozen oil pipeline debris hanging from the broken part.

In 1956, the Soviet geological team laid the Arctic Circle oil pipeline system here. Now, the lifeline in the Far North, which was built with human lives decades ago, lies dead in the snow like a giant python with its tendons pulled out and its skin peeled off.

Chu Zihang used the tip of Murasame's knife to pry open the section of pipe in front of the bronze statue's folds, revealing the words "1937 Dnipro Special Steel Plant" on the sculpture below that had not faded.

With the Municipal Square as the center, the wreckage of destroyed armored vehicles were scattered around, and there were charred and blackened tanks lying in the snow like giant turtles. Their tracks were completely destroyed, their hatches were opened, and blood was spilled on the edges.

It is not difficult to imagine how fierce the resistance in Verkhoyansk was when the disaster struck.

This was an undefended town, so when the commander discovered that his attempt to drive the invaders out of the platform, the streets, and the residential areas had failed, he immediately concentrated all available forces near the town square for a desperate fight.

His choice was correct. The dragon blood dogs' sense of smell was more than ten times that of ordinary dogs. They had amazing endurance and speed. If they scattered and fled in this place which could almost be called the end of the world, they would only end up becoming prey to these beasts.

If they stay and hold on, they can rely on hot weapons to temporarily preserve their physical strength. As long as they can hold on until the nearby military base discovers the situation and sends troops to support them, they may have a chance of survival.

It’s just a pity…

Lu Mingfei sighed.

On the platform more than 20 kilometers away from Verkhoyansk, they met a confused administrator named Old Mac. He said that he had heard gunfire coming from the direction of the town the night before, and that the end of the world was coming and everyone was going to die.

At that time, Lu Mingfei thought he was a weird old guy, but now it seems that the old man may be the only survivor of Verkhoyansk.

As for the doomsday talk, it may be due to broadcasts about plate tectonic movement, which lead to the belief that an earthquake or some other natural disaster is approaching Siberia.

"Junior brother, has our whereabouts been exposed?" Chu Zihang was walking in front and suddenly turned his head to look at Lu Mingfei behind him.

“How could it be…” Lu Mingfei didn’t finish his words and suddenly frowned.

The snowmobile they were riding was the tool that Bunin had prepared for his escape. Who could say that there wasn't a built-in tracker on it?

"When we were recuperating dozens of kilometers away from here, we saw the flames of the city," said Chu Zihang.

Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a chilling sense spreading from his tailbone upwards.

The dead don't turn on the lights.

Only living people can turn on the lights.

In other words, Verkhoyansk might have been operating normally just twenty hours ago.

Someone knew the direction of their actions, and Verkhoyansk might be hiding something or intelligence that Lu Mingfei could not get, so those people slaughtered everyone here overnight.

Who are those people? Is it the dark king standing deeper behind Alexander Bunin? Or the Holy Palace Medical Society? Or Pompeii?

But if they already knew Lu Mingfei's whereabouts, why didn't they use an intercontinental missile to blow him to pieces in the uninhabited area of ​​Siberia?

Even Lu Mingfei himself felt that this escape was aimless, but it seemed that someone had already seen through his fate and knew under which crooked tree this reckless warthog would eventually stop to rest.

The best option at this time is to turn around and go home, because what is waiting for the warthog under the crooked tree is not ripe apples, but a poisoned trap.

But Lu Mingfei never looked back.

He held his waist, where his Desert Eagle was tucked. People have many chances to start over in their lives, but this time he wanted to be a bullet fired from the barrel of a gun.

"We need to find a sturdier snowmobile so we can trek north," Zero said.

The town square was obviously no longer available, so under Bunin's leadership they continued to walk deeper into the town.

The onion dome of the Orthodox church standing against the City Hall was shattered by a shell, and the rusty cross was stuck diagonally into the completely frozen ice of the fountain. A charred iron chain was wrapped around the cross, and a hideous corpse was locked at the end of the chain.

It was indeed the corpse of the Dragon Blood Hound.

It was not killed by bullets or shells, but by hanging.

This means that there are mixed-race people among the people guarding Verkhoyansk, and of course they could also be the artificial super soldiers mentioned by Bunin.

But it is said that the so-called super soldiers had been eliminated many years ago, and it was by killing them that Alexander Bunin entered the powerful circle of Moscow.

Using the barrel of a gun to push aside the snow, he could see tiny cuneiform characters engraved on the inside of the chain link. It looked like some kind of mystical weapon with an alchemical matrix engraved on it. Lu Mingfei suddenly felt a little regretful for not bringing Su Xiaoqiang along on this journey. Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, was sleeping in her body forever, so maybe he could tell something.

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"Hellhound..." Bunin said softly, his eyes cloudy and confused.

Everyone looked at the harmless old hamster that was hiding among them.

As a clone of the real Bunin, he is not a modified super soldier like the original, nor is he baptized with dragon blood like Alexi and others. In Zero's eyes, he is the cleanest one among the group, but also the smallest and weakest one.

"Moscow first deployed this weapon in Afghanistan in 1979, codenamed 'Hellhound'." Bunin explained, "I was born even later. I knew this information because my boss hoped that I could play his role more realistically and more deeply into the hearts of the people... There are always some of our partners who know the dark history of that era. I cannot be ignorant when facing these people."

"The serum you extracted and sold should have come from the black snake under the pier, but City 023 captured it long after 1979." Susie frowned.

She was also a major participant in this incident and knew some secrets that even the members participating in the auction did not know.

If the Soviets had produced dragon subspecies for use in warfare before the Cold War, then their encounters with hybrids and dragons would have been even earlier.

"In fact, during the East and West German era, Hellhounds were considered an early achievement," Bunin said. "On the battlefield, they were consumables similar to bullets. Once they were deployed, they could be left alone and cleared after a few hours."

Before the Cold War, Dragon Blood Mastiffs could indeed be seen as decisive tools on the battlefield. They were like ghosts and hard to defend against. Their scales could even withstand direct bullet fire. They were also extremely cunning and knew how to work in a team.

But as the Cold War progressed, the world's two largest industrial empires began to invest more of their budgets into the research and development of weapons and equipment, and the role of these beasts began to decline.

"When the boss helped the dignitaries in Moscow execute the super soldiers, the hellhounds should have been executed together. I didn't expect them to appear here." Bunin sighed, "They are uncontrollable and may have spread to the surrounding area."

"You seem surprised, but you didn't show a similar expression when there were more dangerous things following us when we left Moscow," Lu Mingfei said.

"Because those things came from Kassel College, and what we are seeing now may come from the government." Bunin frowned.

"There will be no consequences if I go against a college. As long as I make concessions politically and commercially, Moscow will protect me. But if I go against the government, we may be wiped out from the world tomorrow by an intercontinental ballistic missile along with everything within a few kilometers."

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang looked at each other. Bunin was right. The government of this country might have been responsible for the massacre. This was the only reason that could explain why the nearby troops seemed to have no intention of investigating.

They continued walking towards the abandoned dock of the Yana River. The Tsarist-era exile station built of logs made tiny crackling sounds in the strong wind.

The rotten pine wood looked precarious and could collapse at any time. Lu Mingfei stood on tiptoe and looked through a window frame. On one of the walls inside was nailed a huge moose skull, with a bayonet stuck in the gap between the horns, which looked brand new and shiny due to long-term maintenance.

The window of the department store next door was broken from the inside by some huge force, and scattered ruble banknotes fell to the ground.

Under the iron sheet of the ruins of the oil station, half of the turret of a T-34 tank was exposed, and the armor seams were rusted.

Chu Zihang's golden eyes suddenly lit up. There seemed to be a garage behind the iron sheet, and there might be a new snowmobile inside.

The original car had run out of energy, so they had to leave it behind and move on.

There was no way for them to reach the coast of the Arctic Ocean relying solely on manpower, because the city was 900 kilometers away from the nearest coast.

Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang jumped into the deep pit in front of the iron sheet. They worked together to shake off hundreds of kilograms of snow, and then lifted the barrier that protected them from wind and rain.

There are rows of abandoned tracked vehicles and tanks parked here. This kind of heavy equipment could not have arrived here on its own. I think the government used heavy transport trains and even heavy helicopters to transport them.

"It seems that at its peak, Verkhoyansk had a very strong armored force, with tanks, armored vehicles and anti-aircraft guns. The Russians have stockpiled powerful military forces in this ghost place far away from human civilization, but who are these things used against?" Lu Mingfei whispered.

Even the United States during the Cold War would not send bombers here. This is neither a densely populated area nor an industrial cluster. Did the Russians at the time build a strong army here just to hunt nearby reindeer?

"Something's not right. Look at the paint jobs on these tanks." Chu Zihang knocked on the hull of a tank, and a hollow sound came from inside.

Lu Mingfei wiped away the dust with his palm, his pupils contracted slightly.

"The Black Sun is regarded as the source of all things in the antimatter world in the field of alchemy." Chu Zihang said.

Lu Mingfei took out a black card from the inner pocket of his shirt. It was made of alloy and had a sharp, cold edge.

It was Chrisga who asked Xia Mi to hand it to Lu Mingfei when they went to Tokyo.

There is also an almost identical totem engraved on it.

Totem of the black sun.

The emblem of the Willy Society. (End of this chapter)