Chapter 148 Journey (Two in One, Please Subscribe!)

At midnight, a shuttle bus took three people to the Chicago airport. A Boeing 747-400 large passenger plane, with its lights on, was parked quietly on the track, as if it was preparing for its transoceanic flight. There are very few flights at this point, and only this red-eye flight is still operating.

"What's going on? Is the college in such a bad state? We're going to save the world. This is official business. It's just a matter of taking a shuttle bus to board the plane in such a remote place," Fingel kept complaining, "Why is it still economic? Class cabin? If not first class, it must at least be business class, right? All the money is spent on rebuilding the 'foundation well', and you can't even afford three decent air tickets?"

"We have to keep a low profile in our travels. This is the only night charter flight left. People from the execution department stayed up late to help us get the tickets. There are three seats in a row, so it is difficult to get them. It is said that other tickets have been sold out. The next one Night flights will probably be scheduled until next month." Chu Zihang replied calmly, effortlessly carrying the large black suitcase to the boarding gate.

Fingel was stunned, "Really? That makes sense, so Caesar's group can't leave until next month? Great! It seems we won at the starting line. Maybe things will be over by the time they get to BJ It's over!" This guy seemed to be much more mentally balanced.

"But the Gattuso family sent him a 'Gulfstream' business jet. Although it is not as good as the principal's one, they set off an hour earlier than us and flew directly to the route." Lu Mingfei did some mental calculations. "They probably arrived four hours earlier than us, so it was actually us who lost at the starting line."

"Damn it, is this the legendary 'money power'? If you have money, you can really do whatever you want! Not only can you charter a plane, but you can also have two girls traveling with you!" Fingel was indignant, but looking at the faces of Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang Calmly, he decided to give Chu Zihang a blow. He pushed Chu Zihang with his shoulder, "Hey, let's interview Mr. Chairman. You are not as powerful as anyone else, and you were taken away by your own nemesis. How do you feel?"

"I don't feel anything. It's just your words. I will pass them on to Xia Mi, Nono, and Caesar." Chu Zihang didn't even look at Fingel, and handed the boarding card to the flight attendant with an expressionless face.

The flight attendant smiled like a flower, took the boarding pass, tore it open, and handed half of it back to Chu Zihang, "It's cool to wear sunglasses, handsome guy, you have a rare new face."

After Chu Zihang was stunned for a second, he gently replied: "I understand, thank you."

"Hey, sir, you're wrong, you're not really going to tell the truth, are you!" Fingel chased after Chu Zihang after checking the ticket.

The huge cabin of the Boeing 747-400 was packed to the brim, as if it had been booked by a tour group. The passengers all looked familiar, some were discussing international events with each other, and their children were making faces at each other on their seats.

"Economy class is so shabby, the seats are so narrow." Fingel muttered, while glancing sideways at the beauty with towering buns not far away.

This guy seems to be suffering from a disease of "if you don't complain, you will die". Ever since he left Kassel Academy... no, ever since he learned that he was going to perform a mission, he has never had a moment of free time to talk.

"The seat is just right, but you're too big." Lu Mingfei, who was sitting next to him, looked at Fingel who had filled up the economy class seat. What was terrible was that this guy even squeezed out a lump, trying to encroach on his own territory.

"Huh? 'Big'?" Fingel was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Don't 'Big' mean quiet in your Chinese Li language? Junior brother, you are so kind, you are praising senior brother in every possible way!"

Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes. The injury on his back had not healed yet, and he was too lazy to compete with his useless senior brother.

Originally, his recovery ability was far beyond that of ordinary people, but he didn't know if it was because he was too seriously injured this time, or because it was caused by a Dragon King... His recovery speed was obviously slower this time, and he would feel a faint pain when he turned over at night... …

It hurts so much! It hurt so much that he couldn't sleep with his teeth grimacing, okay?

"We will take the route of the Bering Strait and sail close to the Arctic Circle. It is also a direct flight, but the speed is much slower than Caesar and the others. The journey is about fourteen hours and we will arrive in the afternoon." Chu Zihang started from his Three sleeping bags were taken out from the black suitcase, which contained three sets of eye masks and earplugs. "Let's get some sleep and recuperate. We will start working as soon as we land."

"Is this the sorrow of the poor? After landing, Caesar and the others even had time to go to Wangfujing Snack Street to order some bean juice, pancakes and fruit, and watch an opera. But as soon as we landed, it was work, work, endless job! I've wanted to try pancake fruit for a long time! Lu Mingfei always said it's better quality and cheaper than pizza." Fingel took the sleeping bag from Chu Zihang's hand and complained dissatisfied, "Don't you think Is fate unfair? We are both team leaders, but you are a rich second generation and you are just a poor rich second generation. There is a saying... The gap between the rich second generation and the rich second generation is bigger than the rich second generation. There is a huge gap between it and a pig!”

"My dad is just a driver who helps people drive." Chu Zihang took off his sunglasses and put on his blindfold, so skillfully that his golden pupils were exposed to the air for only a moment.

"But I heard..." Before Fingel could finish his words, a hand suddenly covered his big mouth.

"Stop it! You haven't heard anything because you are deaf." Lu Mingfei quickly put the earplugs into Fingel's ears, "I have been wheezing all the way. I know you are very tired, everyone is very tired, so Go to sleep, good-for-nothing senior brother, if you 'big one' comes down, everyone will feel more relaxed."

"Senior brother useless...Senior Brother useless?" Fingel was stunned, "Hey, you used to call me Senior Brother, what's the point of calling me Senior Brother Useless?" Then he glanced at Chu Zihang beside him, He understood instantly, "Damn it! You don't have to be so insulting to distinguish your two senior brothers, right? This is simply a personal attack!"

But no one paid any attention to him.

The plane had already risen into the clouds, and they were traveling through the thick night. There were dark clouds and mist outside the window. The lights in the cabin were warm, yellow and deep. Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang had already fallen asleep side by side, as if they had sunk into the deep night.

"Beauty, beauty!" Fingel waved, calling in a low voice to the stewardess with the towering bun he had been paying attention to, "It's a long night, a long night, are you bored too? Is there any cold beer? I can chat with you all night long. ,free!"

The stewardess who was on routine inspection was stunned for a moment, then walked towards Fingel and smiled: "But I'm very expensive, what should I do, handsome guy?"

"Hey, to be honest, we are actually going to do something big this time!" Fingel lowered his voice and pointed at Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang who were sleeping beside them, "Do the men in black know? ? The Avengers know, right? We are similar to those. Now if you chat with me, you will be credited in the credit book for saving the world!"

"Save the world? Oh, are you talking about going to China to have a BJ to slay the dragon?" the stewardess asked casually.

"Huh?" Fingel was dumbfounded. He could vaguely see a strong golden light leaking out of the corners of the stewardess's eyes that were not covered by her contact lenses.

"Look behind you." The stewardess pointed toward the back of the plane. Fingel followed the direction of her finger, turned his head mechanically, and looked back.

Under the dim spotlights, pairs of dazzling golden lights danced like rows of ancient candles. Even the slits of the sleepy old man's unclosed eyes would seep out a faint golden light from time to time. A naughty child seemed to have noticed Fen's eyes. Geer glanced up at him and made a face. The golden color in his eyes was as intense as champagne illuminated by a gas lamp!

"Don't you know? Everyone on this plane has the same goal as you, the dragon 'Fenrisulfr'." The flight attendant's gentle voice sounded, and she touched Fengel's head, "It's so cute. , a naturally handsome guy and so on."

The Boeing 747-400 was carrying hundreds of mixed breeds from Chicago to BJ, the capital of China. At the same time, countless planes full of hybrids were rising into the sky from all over the world, like moving dragon nests, heading towards the same point in this huge world!

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A white Gulfstream business jet passed over the Arctic Circle. Not far away, Nono and Xia Mi's breathing gradually became soothing and steady, and the two girls finally fell asleep.

Caesar opened his eyes in the darkness. He rolled over and stepped lightly on his slippers, making almost no movement during the whole process, like a nimble squirrel.

He lowered his head and glanced at his watch. The luminous hands were swinging in the darkness. When taking off, he deliberately set the time to BJ's time zone. The time displayed at this moment was BJ's six in the morning. The sky should be bright. The Arctic Circle was under their feet, and the plane window was It was still pitch black like eternal night outside.

Everything on this Gulfstream was adapted to his preferences, including warm lights, comfortable mattresses, constant temperature and constant oxygen, but for some reason he couldn't fall asleep in the familiar environment, and felt uneasy in his heart. It seemed like something bad was approaching him.

His intuition has always been accurate, but he is not sure whether this so-called "bad thing" is something bad that is about to happen... or some dangerous guy.

He shook his head, as if trying to get the uneasy feeling out of his mind. He found it difficult to fall asleep, so he took out his laptop from the drawer and connected it to the charger. The network was automatically matched.

In the darkness, a faint white light shone on Caesar's face. He dragged the computer page to a frequently visited website in his favorites, and the mouse arrow hovered over the URL. He held his breath and looked back at Nono and Xia Mi in the corner. The two girls had calm smiles on their faces and seemed to be still immersed in sweet dreams.

The mouse came down, and Caesar turned around. A familiar page passed by. The black page of the hunter's website was like a black hole, swallowing up the last ray of light in the cabin. Almost no one knew that there was another one of Caesar Gattuso. Identity - a bounty hunter.

The information about hunters on the hunter website is absolutely confidential, and even the Gattuso family and Cassel Academy cannot penetrate it, so Caesar still keeps this one of his few secrets. Unlike the Night Watch Forum of Kassel College where every ID can be checked, it is very likely that some family leader-level figures will speak behind an ordinary ID.

The identity of a hunter can even be traced back to Caesar before he entered Kassel College. At the age of fifteen, he had the ID of "Hunter Market" and "Governor of Gaul", because in history, Caesar the Great once conquered Gaul. The reason why he used the hunter website was simply because he felt that the classes in the aristocratic high school were too boring at the time. Young masters would always pursue exciting adventures and secrets, but at that time he did not understand what was hidden behind the hunter website. Dark... In fact, he doesn't understand it now, but he has heard people from the executive department talk about this website. From the adjectives oozing out of the words, he can feel their awe and... fear of this evil website. meaning.

Caesar immediately noticed the eye-catching Dragon King bounty post. It was placed at the top of the entire website. The post was still filled with nearly 10,000 replies. Putting aside some hunter IDs that had been missing and had been diving for many years, this number almost represented The total number of all active users, most of whom are mixed race.

Caesar dragged the post all the way to the bottom, quickly searched for every reply, and quickly filtered out spam messages. Most of the replies are useless. Most of them are questions about rumors or speculation about the number of hybrids involved in dragon slaying. In fact, 100 million US dollars is definitely a high bounty, but for some big families in the hybrid world It's nothing, it's just the funds to hold a charity party. Many of them do not hesitate to join the Dragon Clan's battlefield, mostly for other interests.

Some frustrated heir candidates want to be recognized by their families, and the great achievements of slaying the Dragon King will undoubtedly be the best proof; more families are looking for the dragon bone cross, which is the most precious wealth after the death of the Dragon King, which contains The spirit of a Dragon King can be extracted from it into the most exquisite Philosopher's Stone.

Suddenly, Caesar's eyes were fixed on a reply that received no response: "Dragon King related items, two hundred thousand US dollars, payable in cash."

Logically speaking, this reply is the same as those advertising posts, most of which are deceptive. After all, this website is famous for being a mixed bag of good and bad people. It is not surprising that all kinds of people appear, and the sale of Dragon King-related items... sounds like it. Like Arabian Nights, an inexperienced liar.

But Caesar always felt that something was wrong, and his fingers felt like they were stuck on a mouse and he refused to drag them. He patiently read the post several times, picking out every sentence and word and chewing them thoroughly, but he still didn't find anything wrong... He probably didn't get enough sleep and his brain was deprived of oxygen, Caesar was like this Thinking. He planned to skip this reply and see if he could sift through the few remaining replies to find any useful information.

It wasn't until Caesar glanced unconsciously that he was stunned. He finally realized that it wasn't him who was neurotic, and that strong sense of awkwardness was not hidden in the content of the post.

He scrolled down and found that most of the user IDs were a string of numbers, or common animals followed by a string of garbled characters. The ID on the hunter website is unique, and most of the short IDs have been registered, so it is rare to see a clean and tidy ID. His "Governor of Gaul" is already short and unusual.

But compared to him, this replyer's ID was even scary-simple.

"Phoenix".