Dragon Raja 3; Chapter 241: Attack of the Rat Team (3)

Dragon Raja 3

“We’re already wanted by the police for smuggling nuclear fuel, terrorist attacks, and child abuse. As long as we don’t commit that last one, we’ll be fine,” Caesar said coolly, as he strapped a scabbard holding a combat knife to his thigh. He tucked two Desert Eagles into holsters at his sides and secured eight magazines of special Freyja bullets to his belt. “Don’t worry, we’re just going to blow up the core of Kaguya-hime, which is the first line of defense for the Yamata no Orochi family. Once it’s down, they’ll be blind, and Norma can regain control of Japan’s network.”

“Don’t change out of your clothes just yet; we still need to leave some evidence,” Chu Zihang reminded them.

“Good call,” Caesar said, putting his weapons down and slipping back into his fitted purple suit. “Lucky I didn’t take off my makeup.”

He slumped onto the sofa, pulling the massive woman on top of him and placing a microphone in her hand, while taking another for himself, striking a pose as if they were about to sing karaoke. Chu Zihang, meanwhile, fished a phone out of one of the guest’s handbags and snapped a picture.

Then Chu Zihang put on a party hat and sat among the guests, singing “Happy Birthday,” while Lu Mingfei pretended to gamble with them, and Caesar and Chu Zihang arm-wrestled shirtless. Each time they took a photo, they made sure to adjust the phone’s timestamp. Later, when the guests woke up and checked their phones, they would think they’d had an unforgettable night with the handsome boys—except, of course, they wouldn’t remember any details, leaving them to fill in the blanks.

“Brother, that huge woman is probably going to imagine she pinned you down!” Lu Mingfei was horrified. “If these pictures ever leak, our reputations are toast! And we didn’t even do anything!”

“Not doing anything and being upset about getting a bad reputation?” Caesar replied, busy checking the fuses on the C4. “Want me and Chu Zihang to leave you here for a while so you can fix that?”

“Stop joking! From now on, I’m sticking with you two, shoulder to shoulder! No way are you leaving me behind!” Lu Mingfei declared, striking a heroic pose.

There was no way he could stay behind. If he did, Caesar would definitely tell everyone back at school, “That night, Chu Zihang and I stormed Genji Heavy Industries and blew up Kaguya-hime… Oh, you ask what Lu Mingfei was doing? No idea. We left him in a private room with ten women in low-cut dresses, all passed out drunk.”

Chu Zihang slung his long sword across his back, donned a black trench coat, and pulled on a black baseball cap. Caesar followed suit, wearing a similar trench coat, both lined with vivid ukiyo-e patterns. Somehow, they had both managed to get their hands on Execution Bureau uniforms.

“Isn’t this too risky? With our Japanese skills, we’ll get caught the second anyone asks us a complicated question!” Lu Mingfei protested.

“We’re not planning to barge in. Genji Heavy Industries is as heavily guarded as Japan’s Self-Defense Forces HQ. Caesar and I have spent the past few days studying the place. From the first to the 20th floor, it’s just regular office space. Above the 20th floor is the Yamata no Orochi family’s private area, accessible only with keycards, and guarded by armed security. Even in Execution Bureau uniforms, we’d be questioned as soon as they saw unfamiliar faces. And without Norma’s help, I can’t forge keycards.”

Chu Zihang spread out a hand-drawn map. “Our only option is to enter through the sewers and get into the so-called ‘inner district,’ where there’s no keycard system.”

Lu Mingfei remembered their tour of Genji Heavy Industries, where they had taken an elevator down to the basement and seen the vast Tokyo sewer system. The Ganryū Research Institute’s submarine dock was set up in a massive 12-meter diameter pipe.

“The inner district is likely even more secure than the outer areas, right?” Lu Mingfei felt uneasy and doubtful.

“No one knows what kind of security the inner district has, but at least by using the sewers, we can avoid the busy areas,” Chu Zihang explained, tracing a route on his hand-drawn map of the Shinjuku sewer system. His finger moved along the web-like paths. “There’s a sewer right beneath Takamagahara. We’ll follow it eastward, bypassing the Shinjuku subway station, and after entering the main sewer, we’ll reach Genji Heavy Industries in just under two kilometers.”

“This sounds like ‘crossing the river by feeling the stones,’ but we’re not dealing with some small stream here. Genji Heavy Industries is more like the Brahmaputra River, and one wrong step and we’re drowned!” Lu Mingfei couldn’t hide his fear. He was sure he was green—not out of concern for the environment but from sheer terror.

“How would we know unless we try? Worst case, we fight our way out,” Caesar said nonchalantly.

“Of course, you two killing machines can fight your way out easily! But what about a fragile scholar like me?” Lu Mingfei protested.

“Well, then you could stay behind and watch over the ladies? It’s a perfect job for a fragile scholar like you—spending the night alone guarding a dozen half-dressed, unconscious women,” Caesar teased.

“Do you think I’m that heartless? Could I really let you two charge into danger while I sit here twiddling my thumbs? Don’t say another word—just give me a gun!” Lu Mingfei demanded, once again assuming a brave, resolute stance.

“Excellent! The Student Union members never back down!” Caesar pulled out a hefty Beretta 92FS and tossed it to Lu Mingfei. “Already prepared for you. It’s got a thirteen-round magazine: the first nine are Freyja tranquilizer rounds, the last four are mercury-core anti-dragon piercing rounds. Don’t use those last ones on humans or hybrids. While mercury isn’t lethal to humans, it’s still a hassle if it gets on them, and the anti-armor rounds will leave nasty through-and-through wounds.”

“Are there dragons in Genji Heavy Industries?” Lu Mingfei tucked the gun into the back of his waistband. “If it were up to me, I’d load all Freyja rounds.”

“Who knows? I just have a feeling there’s something bigger hidden behind all of this—something more outrageous than our wildest guesses,” Caesar said thoughtfully. “Like an iceberg, where the part you see is only a tenth of its actual size. The real truth is submerged beneath the surface. Better to be cautious.”

The elevator descended to the basement, and when the doors opened, the world outside was pitch black.

Chu Zihang turned on a flashlight, its beam illuminating a dust-covered Madonna statue. Despite its age and faded colors, the statue still radiated a golden-red sheen, indicating that it was made with real gold dust.

This was the second basement level of Takamagahara. Lu Mingfei hadn’t known there was a second basement. Of the four elevators, only one freight elevator reached this level.

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