Chapter 325 Extra: Her Royal Highness the Princess's Strategy for Moscow (1)

Lu Mingfei raised his head, and the snow fell all over the sky. The cold wind from Northern Siberia across the Ural Mountains whistled back and forth among the majestic dark buildings in Moscow decorated with gilded domes, like a banshee in the mountains. Hesitantly sang an aria in a high-pitched voice.

He leaned against the huge oak window embedded with carved glass, yawning and looking at the city in the snow. When it unfolded, it was hazy gray, with red palace walls and the colorful and solemn Basilica of the Ascension. Looking at each other from a distance in the square.

In the center of the west side of Red Square stands a solemn semi-excavated building made of red granite and black feldspar. It is the mausoleum where Lenin sleeps.

With his limited travel experience, Lu Mingfei vaguely remembered that the mausoleum should have a brick and wood structure when it was first built. He checked online and found that the current mausoleum was rebuilt in 1930.

In front of this majestic building stands a majestic bronze statue. He is riding on a tall horse, the horse's hair is flying and lifelike, pointing to the sky like an ancient Roman god, carrying a heavy assault rifle.

This does not fit the image of the great man during his lifetime, but it fits the cold and silent style of the Russian people.

A Camel cigarette was lit at Lu Mingfei's fingertips. He held the filter in his mouth, and the light at the end of the cigarette suddenly became brighter.

The burning embers of soot accumulated one centimeter long before slowly collapsing. Lu Mingfei sniffed the cold fragrance in the air, and the strong flames of burning oak crackled in the fireplace. He took a deep breath, inhaling into his lungs the smell that seemed to be left behind by a cold girl walking through the room, the charred smell of burning oak, and the smoke from Camel cigarettes, and then exhaled it. .

How many days were you on the run?

I don’t remember, I just remember running away for a long time.

Caesar was under house arrest, and Chu Zihang didn’t know if he was awake, but he thought that as his zodiac sign was Xiao Qiang, Senior Brother Fu Da Ming, he probably wouldn’t be shot and killed...

The senior sister is also in a difficult situation now, and it is difficult to continue to provide intelligence for their escape. The last text message sent by Qi Lan showed that the Dragon Blood Society's living space was being squeezed by the student union. The resources allocated by the college were getting less and less, and many members had left them due to pressure from their families.

This fraternal society, which was originally intended to help Lu Mingfei fight against the Student Union and the Lionheart Club during the Freedom Day, quickly declined after just two years of glory. In the face of mountains of irrefutable evidence, even those who once stood firmly on Lu Mingfei's side The senators also abandoned him as a sinner.

After losing the support of those old people who had a high say in the mixed race world, the Dragon Blood Society was unable to survive. The funds, talents, and technical support of the college were all gone after the school board declared Lu Mingfei's betrayal. The Dragon Blood Society was established by Lu Mingfei.

Many people have died, including Mr. Frost, who was considered more of a businessman or politician than a warrior, the young couple who sheltered Lu Mingfei and Eli Yi in Kunshan and even treated them to hairy crabs, who have been pursuing the truth and even came to Miss Charlotte Cassel who went to China...

Yes, yes, there is also the principal.

Thinking of Ange Lu Mingfei couldn't help but squeeze the cigarette butt in his hand. He didn't even notice that the fire was about to burn his fingers.

Hilbert Jean Angers was the first human being in the world to truly take the road to becoming a god. The flames of revenge jumped in his chest, and he walked numbly in the world for a hundred years like an unwilling evil ghost. Year. In the imagination of Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, even if he died, he should die with the returning Black King Nidhogg, and not end in that way...

The heating system in the room was running at full power, but Lu Mingfei still shivered slowly at this moment.

He felt it was too cold. This winter was really too cold. Many things he wanted to change could not be changed. The destiny he had always regarded as his old enemy was still as towering as a mountain and unshakable.

This man, whose eyes had become older after months of being on the run, gently tapped his chest through his coat and the hunting jacket he always wore under the coat, and a majestic and powerful echo came from his chest. .

The heart was still working vigorously, pumping hot blood throughout the body.

Lu Mingfei slowly moved his gaze closer. He saw the professionally trained girls who were responsible for patrolling the palace, blatantly carrying Bobosha on their backs and wrapping their coats tightly in pairs. Wind and snow inspect the building for security holes.

Their collars were turned up and the brim of their hats was drooped, revealing only the enchanting and beautiful heterochromatic pupils hidden behind their windproof glasses.

Elisabeth Palace belongs to the Romanov family. It was returned to its true owner by the Russian government, but there are very few descendants of the Tsar who can be investigated. As a descendant who can provide evidence, Zero inherited it under the name Renata.

In other words, they were at Her Royal Highness's home.

The group of people responsible for security here are the mercenaries who were originally transferred to Tokyo by Su Enxi to protect the "Tamamozen Hot Spring Hotel". There is no doubt that they are all young girls, and their slender bodies hide the ruthlessness to kill people and break bones.

If any intruder is fooled by the tight waists and long, tight white thighs of these beautiful girls hidden under their coats, and thinks they are just a bunch of showboats with little fighting ability, then they will definitely pay a heavy price.

The girls came from the "Hippolyta Training Camp" in Siberia, which is known for its harshness and cruelty. The name of the training camp comes from the hunting goddess Hippolyta in Greek mythology. The instructors are all ace mercenaries who are famous among bounty hunters. Their students only recruit beautiful girls, and they don't mind who they train spies for.

Russia, Belarus, Ukraine, Estonia... The core spy circles of the Soviet republics can see super agents coming out of this training camp everywhere.

Zero's maids are such people. They are proficient in assassination, fighting, infiltration, subversion, and are loyal to the contracts they signed. There is still a little dragon blood flowing in their bodies. The wind and snow can't hurt them. The only thing that can hurt them is the shells falling from the sky.

But this is Moscow. No one will fire at the Elizabeth Palace here. Even if the Russian National Security Department wants to take action on this building, there must be formal procedures.

There is a fruit plate on the table next to it, with fresh fruits in the fruit plate, and a Russian book with a golden bookmark next to it. Lu Mingfei learned Russian well. Sometimes when chatting with Ling, she would say that you can play a Tatar who grew up in Moscow.

He recognized the book as "The Brothers Karamazov", a work by Dostoyevsky. Many years ago, when he was still in the literature club of Shilan Middle School, everyone liked the works of British and American people. Only Lu Mingfei would read Russian books. He always felt that he could see those touching words in the works of so-and-so Sky and so-and-so Eva. He also read this book.

There was a bookmark inserted inside. I think it should be what Ling was reading recently. Lu Mingfei gently ran his fingers over the cover of the book and the gilded illustration on the cover, hesitating whether to open it.

"The winter in Moscow is too cold. Even time is frozen at this time. The low temperature and blizzards also cause trouble for the hunting team of the academy. In addition, the strict Internet control system in Russia makes it difficult for Eva to expand her tentacles. We will be safe in Moscow."

Under the arch connecting the corridor and this room that looks like a living room, a girl leaned there at some point. Next to her was a huge malachite vase with long branches of bright red roses in it. The blazing color formed a sharp contrast with the girl's white skin.

The girl tilted her head slightly, and her platinum pupils reflected the man by the window and the white sky outside the window.

It was indeed Ling. She was wearing a very long blue-gray coat, a mink hat, and high-heeled deerskin boots on her feet. Although she was petite, this dress made her look a little slender from a distance. There was a faint expression on the girl's face.

When Lu Mingfei saw Ling, a smile appeared on his face. He patted the seat next to him by the window and raised his chin to Her Royal Highness.

Ling hesitated for a moment, blinked, and her neat eyelashes trembled. Finally, she walked to Lu Mingfei's side with rhythmic steps.

"In fact, you don't need to take risks, right? The Romanov family has a wide network of contacts in the world of mixed-bloods, and the academy has no intention of taking action against you." Lu Mingfei put his hands behind his head, but he didn't dare to look at the quiet and cold girl beside him.

"I'm willing to take this risk." Ling said, she looked in the direction where Lu Mingfei had just looked, frowned, and blew a mouthful of hot and humid steam on the carved glass, so that small water droplets immediately stained it.

Ling glanced at Lu Mingfei, and Lu Mingfei reluctantly handed over his right hand. Her Royal Highness grabbed the big hand and pressed it on the glass to wipe it, wiping out an area that was drier and more transparent than other places.

Both of them looked outside through that area, like two cats or dogs locked together in a cage hugging each other for warmth, looking at the huge but unreal world through the cracks in the cage.

Between Lenin's Mausoleum and the red wall, there is a row of tombs from north to south, and in front of each tomb stands an exquisite stone tablet.

Lu Mingfei had already visited there on the first day of his visit to Moscow, and he was also lucky enough to visit Yekaterina Park.

The birth and death dates and names of the tomb owners were engraved on those stone tablets, and their busts were also erected. The expression of each bronze statue was cold and solemn, and looking from afar across the snowy sky, it looked like some kind of postmodern dark art.

There are buried those who really held power and influence in the previous regime of this land, such as Zhukov, Frunze, Kalinin, Dzerzhinsky, Voroshilov, Brezhnev and Andreibov, Lenin's wife Krupskaya, Gagarin, the first astronaut in space, the famous writer Gorky and the chief rocket engineer Rolyov are also buried here.

The bronze busts of those people were engraved with what they wanted to leave in this world, some of which were love for their wives, some of which were expectations that international communism would eventually win, and some of which were confusion about the bleak future of the great alliance.

"Don't ask me why I think so. We have discussed this issue many times. I am willing to do so." Ling's voice was cold, and her two hands that were still holding Lu Mingfei's hands were also slightly cold, and the coldness slowly penetrated the man's skin, deep into his flesh and blood, and deep into his bones.

"What happened that night..." Lu Mingfei hesitated to mention that thing.

"Is this the reason why you are hiding here, unwilling to face the facts, and want to shirk responsibility?" Ling said coldly, she raised her head to look at Lu Mingfei's eyes, and the white and golden pupils still seemed to hide thousands of years of ice.

After the war in Tokyo, Lu Mingfei suffered from a serious...blood defect disease. It was called a disease, but it was more like a hybrid that could not control the evil and violent will of the dragon in his heart. In other words, Lu Mingfei was falling.

This was incredible. Even if he pushed the blood-blasting technology to the unprecedented fourth degree, even if he turned himself into something comparable to the Dragon King with the help of the little devil, Lu Mingfei never showed any signs of falling. But after that incident, his blood began to become unstable.

According to the little devil's explanation, power and strength began to be unbalanced in his body. Something terrible was happening to Lu Mingfei, and his distortion had even reached a level that some people could not tolerate.

Sometimes Lu Mingfei would become less like himself, and less like Lu Mingze. He was more like another thing with great majesty. Endless crimes were branded in his heart by justice, and the seeds of sin were slowly sprouting. He could feel that he was still himself at that time, but he became... very strange, as if he wanted to destroy something madly.

Unless he did something evil.

Just like the mythical weapons forged by the twins of the King of Bronze and the King of Fire many years ago, arrogance, jealousy, anger, laziness, greed, lust and gluttony, those sins seemed to have become the things he relied on to survive. Once he entered a state of losing control, Lu Mingfei had to do something that could make him feel relieved, otherwise the result would be...

Death.

Not his death, but the death of others.

Lu Mingfei still remembered that in the swaying lotus pond on Yangcheng Lake, the colorful pleasure boat carrying him and Eri drifted beside the shallows. He wailed in pain on the deck, and all the thoughts of doing evil were suppressed. But when he closed his eyes and opened them again, there was a red-gold light column piercing the sky in his pupils. The light column really seemed like a wild demon awakening, and the ancient language echoed over the entire Kunshan. That was Lu Mingfei saying to run away, run away quickly.

But these words became ancient dragon characters when they came out of his mouth. The order of death was issued from his mouth, and all the people on the shallows died and turned into flying ashes like catkins.

After leaving Tokyo, Lu Mingfei lost control only twice. The first time, he killed hundreds of innocent ordinary people and the mixed-race couple who helped him.

The second time was three days ago. Lu Mingfei didn't want to show his terrible side in front of Eri, so after sending her away, he put a Desert Eagle filled with Philosopher's Stone bullets against his throat.

Of course, he is not afraid of death. Lu Mingfei has never been afraid of death. He has been waiting for this day for a long time.

He can die in a huge conspiracy, or die under the teeth of a dragon king. It is not an unspeakable way to die to be pierced through the skull by a Philosopher's Stone bullet.

But Ling kicked the gun away with a kick, and the princess leaped in from the door with strength from nowhere, pressed Lu Mingfei, who was as strong as a crane, on the bed where Queen Elizabeth II had slept, and forced him to drink vodka with ice.

Lu Mingfei had never seen Ling so angry before, and his white face, as white as an iceberg, was painted with a delicate red because of anger, and there was a thin mist in the corners of his eyes. She sat on Lu Mingfei, pouring vodka into his mouth while punching Lu Mingfei's shoulders with her fists.

She said, "What do you want to do? What do you want to do? You promised me that you would never betray me. You said that as long as I am still useful, you will never give up on me. Lu Mingfei, you are a bastard, Lu Mingfei, you are an idiot..." As she spoke, Ling started to cry.

Lu Mingfei was a little puzzled, but he felt a sudden pain in his heart. The memories of the snowfield and the memories burned by the fire pierced into his mind bit by bit.

He wanted to comfort the crying and cursing girl in front of him, but the tide of sin was constantly hitting the peak of reason.

Ling suddenly found that he could not move, because Lu Mingfei reached out and grabbed her slender wrist, and the other hand clamped her swan-like slender neck.

There was a beast-like desire in his eyes, and the expression on his face was as ferocious as a demon rushing out of hell.

Ling was not afraid, she just stared at the man's eyes blankly, and the past events that came to her were reflected in her wooden pupils.

A long, long time ago, so long ago that even Ling herself could not remember whether that incident really happened, there was a boy in the westernmost port of Siberia where it snowed all year round, who treated her with such eyes and almost the same actions. He put her on his legs, kissed her neck and cheeks, and bit her still very tender lips. Then the boy was injected with sedatives, put on a straitjacket, and locked in the deepest confinement room of the port.

Ling felt that she was about to lose her breath. She reached out to touch Lu Mingfei's face. Lu Mingfei thought she was going to resist, and her face showed a struggling expression.

But she just gently stroked the man's cheek and wiped away the sweat oozing from his forehead.

Lu Mingfei was suddenly stunned. The last bit of reason made him suppress all his sinful desires.

Before Ling could even react, he used lust and another long knife brought back from Tokyo to cut off the ligament connecting his upper arm and forearm.

The pain that penetrated deep into his bones made his eyes blurry. Lu Mingfei said, "Go quickly, go quickly" while stumbling and pushing Ling away with his shoulder to stand up and try to escape, but the girl hugged him from behind.

The petite, soft body trembled slightly, and Lu Mingfei suddenly realized that she had taken off her long skirt, and the slender wrists around his waist were as smooth as white jade carvings.

Ling pressed his forehead deeply against Lu Mingfei's back, his heart pounding, and his breathing disordered...

"I don't want you to die, please, survive..."

-"I just feel guilty, maybe you should let me die." Lu Mingfei lowered his eyelids.

"If it was Jörmungandr or that little mute standing here, would you say the same thing to them?" Ling took a step forward, so that she almost bumped herself into the man's arms, and she still stared at the pair of black pupils, her eyes bright and sharp.

It's a clichéd plot, but next I will write about how Ling and Lu Mingfei actually had a secret love a year ago, but Ling was not good at expressing it, and Lu Mingfei didn't have the courage to speak.