Chapter 307 The Night Before
A hovercraft galloped on the vast snowfield in the face of the violent snowstorm. Two powerful air propellers blew out two flying snow dragons behind the boat, racing against time to cross the white hills one after another before it got dark. This scene repeats endlessly, and there is a vast expanse of white everywhere in the world.
This Soviet-era light full-floating landing ship was well maintained. The logistics team of City 023 spent nearly two hours filling the ship with oil, food and fresh water before letting it carry Lu Mingfei and his party left the city and headed for the first location close to the Arctic Ocean coastline, where the Black Swan Port was suspected to be.
Chu Tianjiao originally wanted to stay in City 023 and wait to return to Kassel College to give his son psychological counseling courses, but in the end he followed Lu Mingfei on the ship and continued traveling. He always felt that the end of his trip might involve the source of the "Black King Gene", and perhaps reveal and witness... Then his son's psychological counseling courses could be put on hold for the time being.
"I have calculated privately that in the past ten years or so, the boss has taken away about 20 billion US dollars in wealth from Russia through this auction; he may also establish similar organizations in other parts of the world to auction the 'Golden Saint' If you put it in other more economically developed places such as North America and Europe... the auction may be held every two years instead of every four years, and the wealth that can be collected will increase exponentially."
Old Bunin, who was responsible for driving the hovercraft, told the secrets he knew.
"Taking into account the economic aggregates of all countries in the world over the past ten years, the boss behind the scenes can collect at least 20 billion US dollars in cash every year from selling this 'elixir of longevity', excluding any taxes," Zero calculated, "This has already It exceeds the annual profits of Microsoft and no known rich person has ever made that much money.”
"Didn't that guy say that he would give us this industrial chain in Russia? Then wouldn't we be able to earn more than ten or two billion dollars every year?" Fingel's eyes lit up.
"But 'God' is dead, my body has been destroyed, and the 'Golden Holy Serum' has lost its raw materials and production methods... Unless you can launch new products, those customers in Russia will not mind if the boss changes." Old Bu Ning - or the only Alexander Bunin said truthfully.
"Hehe, don't worry about this. Our two alchemist sergeants you mentioned can solve it..." Fingel was eager to get started, but then he became discouraged. "But whether to sell or not, the regiment leader still has to give his nod..."
"So it is suspected that a long-awakened dragon king is hiding in the dark side of the world he created, silently controlling the destiny of mankind and devouring the world's wealth, while the secret party who has made dragon slaying its own duty has no idea." Zero said softly, Looking at Lu Mingfei who was sitting in the corner of the cabin meditating, "If this continues, without him having to do anything himself, human beings will fight against each other and be destroyed without knowing it in the war they have started."
"Don't be afraid, sister, we are here!" Fingel slapped his chest, "Our Sword of Revelation Legion's journey is across the stars and the sea! There is nothing to fear from such hiding guys, as long as our Emperor Your Majesty nods, we can also sit in the Wuchang seats!"
The words were filled with the feeling of "reversing" the Emperor's yellow robes with a big wave of his hand - but His Majesty the Emperor does not need to wear yellow robes. Judging from the portrait of the Emperor hanging in the Sacred Blood Hall, His Majesty the Emperor should be wearing That shiny golden armor.
Lu Mingfei was unmoved.
When he closed his eyes and recalled and read the story of the growth of the Primarch Sanctity, he was also listening to the conversation between them. The so-called "King of the Dark Side" was even placed in front of the young Primarch who had not yet commanded the legion. They are just objects waiting to be swept away and destroyed.
But he is not the original body. He does not have the beautiful and sacred image and charm of the Gene Father, which can convince countless people to be loyal, nor does he have the vast wisdom and knowledge like the ocean; he needs to act cautiously and cannot always be defeated in front of the enemy. And then it's up to the Emperor's divine power to save him.
The sky had become dark at around four o'clock. They were located in the northeastern part of Siberia. Although it did not reach the polar night, the days were short and the nights were long. Coupled with the influence of the snowstorm, Bunin's hands were turned upside down as soon as the sky darkened. When you leave the control column and can only rely on the compass, fine maps and terrain impressions to find your way, stopping the boat to rest is the most appropriate choice.
The snowflakes were swept into whirlpools by the storm, and looked like dense silver needles splashing under the illumination of the cabin lights. The black night and white snow intertwined into chaotic colors.
The temperature outside the ship has plummeted to minus 63 degrees Celsius. If you pour hot water outside, it will instantly turn into splashing ice crystals. Even the excellent physical fitness of the mixed race cannot withstand such extreme low temperatures. How can ordinary people die of mixed races? How will he die?
Fingel was originally eager to "HEN SHIN" and run out to test the cold resistance of a wave of external dragon scale armor. However, since there were lesbians in the cabin, it was difficult to strip naked. However, if he transformed directly without stripping naked, it would be a waste of one set. Men's thermal underwear, Fingel said he didn't want to spend the rest of the time in a vacuum, so he gave up the plan.
A stove has been set up in the cabin to cook hot pot. A few cans of beef are added to the soup base cooked in ice water and compressed vegetables are mixed with vodka. In this ice and snow environment, it is already a paradise-level enjoyment.
"More than a hundred kilometers ahead we will encounter the first supply station, where we can replenish supplies and diesel." Bunin was studying the map to confirm the planned next route.
"Why is there a supply depot in a place like this? Is this also a legacy of the Soviet era?" Chu Tianjiao asked.
"I don't know... This is a map I found in my main body room. It has more than a dozen supply stations marked on it. The route seems to lead us directly to the Laptev Sea... right at the coordinates you gave me, Your Majesty the Princess. nearby."
Zero walked over, frowned and compared his map with the map in Bunin's hand, and found that it was indeed the case. The master who made the map seemed to have prepared a well-supplied road for them in advance. She recalled the boss's words that Mai Shutoku had recited to her: "This journey that is destined to begin begins much earlier than originally planned..."
Does the king of the dark side of the world also want to send Lu Mingfei to Black Swan Port? Or "Paradise"? Her eyes moved to the newly marked position on the map by Lu Mingfei, and her pupils shrank slightly.
"Your boss prepared it? That's really thoughtful. I hope I can have hot pot next time."
Fingel was carefree and used his chopsticks to scoop out the beef from the pot, then put it into Lu Mingfei's bowl with a flattering smile, receiving a look of disgust and disdain from Chu Tianjiao.
"I don't know. I didn't dare to explore the secrets of the original body before, so I certainly don't know more than you do," Bunin said.
"It doesn't matter, I don't really want to guess riddles, just keep going. At least before we kill what the alien wants us to kill, we don't have to worry about being plotted by it," Lu Mingfei said calmly, "No matter what What’s at the end, I just hope its fist won’t be softer than ours.”
"Indeed, there is nothing here that can resist us!" Fingel shook the vodka and shouted in a Hong Kong comic accent. His whole body had swelled up since he was able to transform.
The hotpot party didn't last long. Despite the extreme weather and the fact that he was on a hovercraft protected by light armor and two high-speed machine guns, Lu Mingfei still arranged the candidates and rotation times for the vigil - mainly Chu Tianjiaofen. Geer and three of his warriors were in charge.
After Bunin filled his stomach, he found a corner and slept with a blanket. Too many incredible things happened to him today, and he was an old ordinary person, so he was mentally exhausted.
With no internet and no books to kill time, Fingel, who was full of energy, suggested playing Texas Hold'em poker to kill time, but Lu Mingfei refused:
"Rather than this kind of game with unclear meaning, it would be better for me to tell you the story of my genetic father, the ninth heir of His Majesty the Great Emperor, Sangliese. This may allow you to gain insights from it and benefit from it for the rest of your life... …”
Zero put on a blanket and curled up on the sofa, falling asleep slowly amid the howling wind and snow outside the ship and Lu Mingfei's peaceful storytelling. She didn't know why, but before going to bed, she thought of General Vatuking again, and the image of Lu Mingfei protecting herself with his body in the fiery and tar hell.
Suddenly, she seemed to have returned to the time she couldn't remember the last time she parted with Zero. It was also in such a snowstorm that two small figures were chased by the pioneers of hell.