Dragon Race: Lu Mingfei Returns from a Wolf

Thank you to the leader of "Always Have Nothing"

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"1 minute and 7 seconds, 125 dummies, knocking down an average of two per second, without being hit by any paint bullets, so powerful..." Willy looked at the data fed back on his laptop and marveled repeatedly.

"Lu Mingfei, come back, the second test is over." Mance spoke into the headset.

"Copy that." Lu Mingfei took off his tactical goggles, put the pistol in the tactical bag on his thigh, put the safety on the Uzi submachine gun, put it on his belt, and walked out of the valley.

This is an experimental valley outside Kassel College, and it is also one of the venues for practical acting classes. The dummies are used for training and examinations. The black combat uniforms are equipped with trackers, and the dummies can pass through the trackers.

The signal tracks and fires paint bullets for shooting.

"How do you feel?" Mance came over and helped him take off his combat uniform. Inside was a black vest, and his left arm was equipped with a special metallic arm guard.

The appearance is an extended metal exoskeleton, which is tightly attached to Lu Mingfei's skin. Rose-red gemstones are inlaid on the shoulders. A rope is between the arm and the wrist. The tip of the hook is like a bullet.

Tighten it, taking on the shape of an exquisite rhombus crystal, with the tip consistent with the direction of Lu Mingfei's wrist.

The painting style has a futuristic technology feel, like some kind of super soldier equipment.

"The feeling of stagnation has been reduced a lot, the weight is also much lighter, and the length of the rope has reached my expectations." Lu Mingfei said: "If I have to say there are any shortcomings, it is that it is too troublesome to put on."

Professor Manns and several researchers came over to help Lu Mingfei take off this "Mechanical Prosthetic Hand - Internal Beta Version". It took several people busy for half a minute to take it off.

"This is something that needs to be optimized in the next stage." Mance put the prosthetic hand back into the black suitcase. "The data has been sent to your mailbox. Go back and analyze it carefully. Give me the experimental summary before the day after tomorrow."

"Okay professor." Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Next week is the extracurricular practical class for freshmen. Based on your rating, you will definitely be assigned to participate in more dangerous tasks. Pay attention to safety." Mance locked the suitcase.

"Will you meet Deadpool?"

"There is a high probability that it is, or it could be some kind of perverted murderer." Mance handed the suitcase to Willy, took out the cigar cutter and cigar box, lit a cigarette with a lighter, and puffed away, "Before setting off, I will tell the Justice

I will conduct a debugging by hand and allow you to take it with you in this practical class. This is your first actual combat, so use it with caution."

"I will be careful." Lu Mingfei suddenly paused and asked again: "What should I do if I encounter a perverted murderer? Is it the same as how to deal with Deadpool, or should I call the police?"

"We are a special execution agency and have priority." Mance patted him on the shoulder.

"I understand, professor." Lu Mingfei nodded.

"You should go back to school first. We still need to restore the venue. The exam for "Magic Alchemy Design Level 1" is on December 22nd. Remember to review."

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Lu Mingfei returned to the dormitory downstairs and changed back into his dark green school uniform. He entered the dormitory building, climbed the stairs and came to the door of 304. He inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it. The lock cylinder and the pattern on the key clicked together.

After moving, turn the door with the door lock and open the door.

"I'm back." Lu Mingfei said.

Fingel was still lying on the bed, yawning under the quilt, his hair disheveled.

It's already 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and he hasn't gotten up yet. He looked like this when he went out in the morning, and he still looked like this when he came back.

"What's for dinner?" Fingel shook his head, rubbed his eyes, and sat up from the bed.

"I have to go to the research room at 5 o'clock to help Professor Guderian organize the reports to be submitted for tomorrow's meeting." Lu Mingfei opened the window, and the refreshing wind blew through the door, making the room much brighter.

Today is a sunny day and it is the weekend. The sun is shining all over the campus. Many people are walking in sportswear or basking in the sun.

"Then I'll have to go to the cafeteria and eat pork knuckles." Fingel climbed the ladder and got off the bunk bed, put his feet into his slippers, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

"Or you can wait for me to come back and I'll take you to the cafeteria to eat skewers." Lu Mingfei took off his school uniform jacket, put down the wedge ball on his back, and changed into a pair of light clothes.

"Forget it, I will starve to death by then." Fingel spat out a mouthful of foamy mouthwash at the sink, "What's the date today?"

"December 7th." Lu Mingfei packed up the clothes he had changed and prepared to throw them into the washing machine. "There are still 18 days before Christmas. After the practical classes and a few more exams, it's almost time to have a holiday.

"

"The semester has passed again." Fingel applied facial cleanser in front of the mirror, patted his face with his fat hands, and combed his hair, "When is your practical class?"

"It starts next Monday." Lu Mingfei sat on the bed, "What did you do in the practical class that year? I remember you said that you were an 'A-level' when you entered school, right? It's impossible for an 'A-level' to go to the office to collect scandals and gossip.

Bar."

"Back then..." Fingel paused, "It was so long ago that I even forgot about it."

He turned on the faucet, rinsed the milky white cleanser off his face, and wiped his face dry with a white washcloth.

"Let me think about it." He looked at the mirror in a daze and said slowly: "I remember that I went to destroy a small gang in Chicago. It was called... the 'Tango King', yes, the 'Tango King'."

"'Tango King'? A name imitating 'Latin King'?" Lu Mingfei asked.

He had been in Chicago for more than three months and still heard about the "Latin King".

The Latin Kings were founded around the 1940s. This organization is located in Chicago, Puerto Rico and Mexico. Although it is not as violent as other gangs, it will participate in other illegal money-making activities.

For example, casinos, gambling, marijuana trading and gun trading, etc.

But he had never heard of "King of Tango". It sounded like some kind of second-hand inferior counterfeit.

"It was a makeshift gang formed by delusional lunatics," Fingel said. "You know, the requirement to join their gang is to be able to tango. It's outrageous."

"So what do the 'Tango Gang' usually do? Teach others how to dance tango?"

"Yes, how do you know? Their usual gang activity is to teach others to dance tango."

"It's true. Then will they force tuition fees from others? If I teach you, you have to pay me."

"No, they don't charge money, they just leave after dancing."

"Then why are you going to destroy this little gang? It sounds like they are a public welfare organization that teaches people to dance for free."

"At first I thought it was a charity organization." Finger said: "My partner and I danced a tango together, and were appreciated by their boss and joined the gang."

"Everyone who joins the club has to dance a tango and sway to the rhythm." Finger recalled, slowly lowering his hands as if hugging an invisible partner. "They believe that there is a tango king in the world.

, everything was born under the dance steps of the King of Tango.”

"Cult?" Lu Mingfei frowned.

"Do you know what the cult's common tactics are?"

"I learned something in the "Criminal Minds" class." Lu Mingfei touched his chin and said, "The most common way is to praise you constantly, such as 'I admire you very much' and 'The Lord is watching you'

, 'You are unique and excellent', first use this kind of rhetoric to gain your trust. Cults often target vulnerable groups who are at a low point, such as those who have just broken up or are unemployed. Such people are even more lacking in others.

recognition.”

"It seems that you learned well." Fingel swayed in the tango dance steps and slowly moved from the bathroom. "On the first night we joined the gang, we saw a breathtaking sight, the fountain in the center of the town.

In the park, there were about five hundred people dancing tango, men, women and children, everyone was dancing. A huge speaker was playing deafening music. Can you imagine the scene? It was like a grand carnival until the early morning.

The music never stopped.”

"Yan Ling?" Lu Mingfei asked next.

"No. 67 Sirens. In ancient Greek mythology, sirens are monsters with human heads and bird bodies. They use their singing voices to make passing sailors lose their minds and cause ships to hit rocks and sink. Because they often wander in the sea

Among the rocks or ships, it is also called the Kraken."

"I remember the effect of the Siren. It can emit syllables that are indistinguishable to the human ear, and can hypnotize and suggest people with a lower bloodline than myself. The psychology teacher Masashi Toyama has this voice spirit. Could it be..." Lu Ming thought of something

Theoretical possibility.

It is common sense to use the language spirit to sing the dragon text. Only the awakened person of the language spirit can sing those mysterious syllables. At the same time, the "spirit" in the body must be consumed as fuel. If the dragon text is recorded with a tape recorder, it will

To ordinary people, it is just a strange syllable that has no meaning.

Usually, the dragon text is chanted with the mouth, but a few extreme word spirit users can sing those syllables in a more subtle way, just like the seals in "Naruto". Experts can do it

One hand seal.

"The king of tango dance used the tap sound of tango to sing Long Wen. The syllables were hidden in the music played by the huge speakers. Everyone who heard the music was hypnotized by him." Fingel said: "'Tango

Wang' was only established for seven days, and it expanded like a tide, but no one called the police. Even the police were obsessed with dancing. It was not until Norma monitored that no one turned on the TV in the area for three nights that we launched an investigation.

"

"You can actually sing the dragon text with dance steps..." Lu Mingfei was a little shocked.

"The world is so big, there are always some extraordinary people." Fingel spread his hands.

"Then how did you subdue this gang? Use blood to suppress it? Senior brother, you are 'A-level', sirens shouldn't be able to affect you, right?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Indeed, including me, there were two 'A-levels' in the team at that time. There was a team leader with an executive department specialist with 5 years of experience. There were also quite a few B-level specialists. I was just there to mix in the numbers." Finger

Er shrugged, "But there's a problem. The hypnotic effect of sirens is permanent."

"Then you caught him and released him from hypnosis?"

"We surrounded him." Fingel said lightly: "But the moment he realized that he could not escape, he danced crazily, and the dance spread through the speakers to the entire town, and when we destroyed the speakers

At that moment, he immediately jumped from the 12th floor of the advertising building and fell to pieces."

"This..." Lu Mingfei fell silent.

"When the Tango Dance King was assessing my partner and I, he came over and said to us: You guys danced really well and I admire you very much." Fingel and Lu Mingfei looked at each other, "After this practice, the deceased

There was only one, but everyone in the town was hypnotized, and even if the executive department took measures later, there would still be people dancing the tango uncontrollably."

"He didn't become Deadpool, did he?"

"No, but later tests found that his blood concentration had reached a critical point, and he would transform into a deadpool in a few days." Fingel said: "His actions caused hundreds of people who were unable to live a normal life.

'Disabled people', some people will trigger symptoms when they poop, and the elderly will break bones and fall because of dancing. If we don't hypnotize these 'patients', they will keep dancing until they die of exhaustion."

"My gun was pointed at his head. If I had shot earlier, he would have never had the chance to undergo such a deep hypnosis." Fingel shifted his attention and took out a bagged sandwich and a box from the locker.

"Pure milk," but I hesitated. I shouted to him, hoping that he would stop and cooperate with our work, but he was completely crazy. The team members who were acting with me were hypnotized by him because the blood concentration was not enough, and he vented wildly.

My own 'spirit', until I found the sound transmission equipment and destroyed it, it was too late."

"Lu Mingfei, remember." Fingel thrust the straw into the milk carton, "If the dragon's bloodline exceeds the threshold that humans can bear, it will be assimilated, and its will will tend to violence and killing, or in other words

People who tend to be paranoid will inevitably go to extremes in a certain direction. The more they exceed the threshold, the harder it is to be called a 'human being'. This process cannot be turned back. They will eventually become aliens who follow the power of the Dragon Clan, so the Executive Department

The mission is also called 'slaying the dragon' rather than 'slaying the man'."

"You want to tell me not to be lenient, right?" Lu Mingfei asked: "If the executive department does not intervene and allows the 'Tango King' to transform into a deadpool, I am afraid that everyone who joins the 'Tango King' will dance until they die.

.”

"That's one thing." Fingel took a bite of the sandwich. "The so-called slaying the dragon is also carrying the sin. Remember to see a psychology teacher often. This will be very helpful."

"What a sin..." Lu Mingfei couldn't help but hold the handle of the wedge pill in his hand.

"Thank you for the reminder, senior brother. I will pay attention to it." He smiled and put Qianwan under the bed. "Would you like to play some games? I won't go out in two hours."

"Come on, why don't you come?" Fingel was already sitting at the computer desk. He opened all of Lu Mingfei's computers. "Why do you think I got out of bed?"

"Good guy, you are so fast." Lu Mingfei jumped up from the bed and sat on his right side.

The black bank card full of scratches was placed in the middle of the computer room between the two of them. The afternoon sunlight shone in from the window, and the silver scratches shone slightly.

Winter is here, and the days when the sun shines will become fewer and fewer. Today is a rare sunny day.

The appointed day is coming soon, and Lu Mingfei is already ready.

He quietly turned his head and glanced at the card, then logged into the game account. This was a new game, only released in April this year. He was exploring the wasteland with his senior brother.

"Eriyiのlol" invites you into the room.

"sakura" and "violent bear" join the room.

In "league of legends", three people entered the 5v5 matching queue.