Dragon Raja 4; Chapter 140: Desperados Have No Way Out (2)

Dragon Raja 4

He could’ve taken Highway 10 into the Nibelungen, but he chose this shortcut instead. He had a gut feeling this entrance still existed, and it brought him directly to Odin. Of course, the downside was that he would be immediately surrounded by Odin’s warriors, with no chance to retreat, not even to reach the Maybach’s door handle.

He had told Lu Mingze that cryptic line about Guo Jing standing at the traffic light, meaning that life had offered Guo Jing two paths: take Huang Rong and fight to death at Xiangyang for the Song dynasty, or return to Mongolia and become a prince, have kids, and raise little archery heroes. But Guo Jing chose neither. He lied to both Huang Rong and Hua Zheng, telling Huang he was going back to Mongolia and Hua that he was staying loyal to Song. Then, without a second thought, he rode his little red horse straight to Xiangyang.

This string of deductions had exhausted Lu Mingfei’s brain cells. His fatigue came from constantly searching for a way to break through. But as soon as the light of the mirror reappeared, he felt a wave of relief. He only had one chance to try.

This was what it meant to be a true gamer—finding a path in a hopeless situation, discovering the possible in the impossible! Lu Mingfei grinned to himself, Lu Mingfei, you’re something else! In the world of games, you’re the best!

A final battle this epic deserved an equally epic soundtrack. He fiddled with his phone and found the perfect BGM:

“In the crowd, I see you again, just as charming, just as beautiful / Slowly relaxing, slowly letting go, just like before, still indifferent;

You don’t need to say too much, you know yourself well enough, we both know what we’re about / No need to care too much, and don’t be sad, because one day, you’ll leave me.”

It was Black Panther Band, 1991, “No Place for Me.”

He pulled back the rain cover, retrieving the rocket launcher from the tricycle’s bed.

Lu Mingze really is a reliable scoundrel, Lu Mingfei thought. He had promised that no matter how many times Lu Mingfei restarted the game, the golden-finger cheat would always give him access to this rocket launcher. And in the real world, that promise held just as true.

Nearby, Odin’s warriors let out shrieks and prepared to charge. But Lu Mingfei fired first, sending the warriors scattering like firecrackers among tin soldiers. They retaliated with a violent charge, descending the hill like a tidal wave, their claws flashing with blinding white light. Some warriors even plunged their hands into their own sides, pulling out ribs to use as weapons. The scene would’ve been terrifying for most people, but Lu Mingfei had long since grown accustomed to such horrors.

One crate of rockets didn’t last long and did little damage to the black shadows. Some of the warriors were blown back ten meters, only to rise again and continue their assault. Even the ones with their legs blown off crawled toward him.

Lu Mingfei kicked the tricycle away and drew his M4 Super 90 shotgun. He fired while sprinting backward, setting off the gas canisters in the tricycle with a shot, creating a sea of flames that temporarily blocked the warriors.

He had told the old man he needed to rent the tricycle to refuel a stranded truck on the highway, so the old man had generously filled the bed with nearly 100 liters of gasoline. That’s why he had left the gold watch with him—he knew this noble steed wouldn’t be making it back.

The warriors, however, pressed forward through the flames, and Lu Mingfei swung the empty rocket launcher like a bat, breaking the neck of the fastest warrior. He then pulled out his shotgun again, advancing while firing, blasting enemies away with the scattershot.

He tossed two incendiary grenades, which contained thermite. Upon detonation, they created areas of 3000-degree heat and thick smoke, temporarily blinding the warriors.

Discarding his now-empty shotgun, Lu Mingfei flicked open his trench coat, pulling out an Uzi submachine gun. The brass casings flew into the air like popcorn as a storm of bullets rained down on the warriors.

When the Uzi ran dry, he switched to two Beretta 92F pistols, planting shots in a warrior’s head and shoving a grenade into its mouth, kicking it back into the horde.

He had never looked so cool during his time at the Execution Bureau. Too bad there wasn’t a camera around to capture this. There were all kinds of legends about him at the academy, but no one ever got to witness his truly awesome moments. Quite a shame.

The Berettas were soon empty too. Only a few titanium-manganese alloy claws remained. Lu Mingfei wielded one in each hand, slashing through the warriors’ throats, sending their sticky black blood spraying.

He had fought these guys hundreds of times in the γ world line. They were practically old friends by now—having killed each other before. There was no need to check stats. He could judge by instinct whether he had done enough damage to each shadow.

Black blood splattered like a sweet, sticky rain, and he moved through it like a ghost. If these shadows had any human emotions, fear would be an appropriate one.

Gunfire illuminated his face again and again. His expression twisted with excitement, and an inexplicable urge to laugh welled up within him.

The nurse hadn’t been wrong—Lu Mingfei was truly out of his mind. But maybe this was his true self—someone who occasionally went mad.

“No longer believing in what’s right, people have become so cold / No more reminiscing about the past, for I am no longer who I used to be;

I’ve felt loneliness, I’ve been neglected. But never have I felt so utterly out of place!”

“Ten steps, one kill, a thousand miles, leaving no trace.” This is what that felt like—no longer a man with no retreat, but a man charging forward with unstoppable momentum!

Lu Mingfei loaded fresh magazines into his guns, glaring at the sea of black shadows before him. “Come on!”

Meanwhile, at City Hospital No. 3, in the darkened ward, the gods woke up to find the station master and tricycle uncle huddled together, whispering about something conspiratorial.

“Little Lu left just like that, with such a carefree swagger. I don’t think he’ll be coming back,” the station master sighed.

“Aren’t you the one who takes sleeping pills every night? How did you manage to be awake when he left?” the tricycle uncle asked.

“Why would I take those pills if I’m not sick? I just check into the hospital every year to get a few free meals.”

“In this stormy weather, why didn’t you tell him to wait until the rain stopped? What if he catches a cold?” the tricycle uncle fretted, clearly worried about their young hospital friend.

“Little Lu’s destined for great things! Revolutionaries travel far and wide, their journey never stops! What’s a little rain and wind to someone like that?”

“You really don’t get it. Those three junior sisters of his will be heartbroken. They’re all great girls—who do you think Little Lu liked the most?”

“Brother, you’re missing the point. Those girls? They’re just comrades in arms. Little Lu’s heart belongs to his senior sister.”

“He’s been staying here for so long, and his senior sister never even came to visit. What’s so special about her?”

“I heard him talk in his sleep once. He said, ‘Senior sister, I will save you. I will do what I promised.’” The station master raised his beer. “Come on, let’s toast to Little Lu! May his journey be smooth!”

“To Little Lu’s smooth journey!” the tricycle uncle echoed, raising his own bottle.

Before Lu Mingfei left, he had piled the beer that Shao Yifeng brought on his bedside table with a note: “Thanks for taking care of me. I’m off to do something big.”

The two men noticed that the “immortal” had sat up. They were about to invite him for a drink when they saw him pull a phone from under his pillow and rush to the bathroom.

The “immortal” locked himself in the farthest stall and quickly dialed the only number in his contacts. After a few seconds, the international call connected.

“This is Agent 009! This is Agent 009! I have crucial intel!” he whispered urgently.

“Who are you?” a confused woman’s voice came from the other end.

“Agent 009! It’s me, 009, boss!” The immortal was trembling with excitement. “His Majesty has led the Imperial Guards into battle! His Majesty has made his move!”

“Oh, right! I remember you now… You’re the guy from the mental hospital… I’d almost forgotten you existed… Okay, message received. Now go get some rest. What Imperial Guards? What battle? Stop adding drama to your life!”

The immortal straightened up in defiance. “Requesting to join the mission, ma’am! Requesting to join the mission!”

“Please! That six-pack guy can at least offer some flank support. You, on the other hand, would be walking to your death. I have a heart of mercy, so go back home and rest!”

“Really? There’s nowhere I can be useful?” The immortal was dejected. “I thought… I thought…”

“Your payment has already been transferred to your son’s account! Delete this number. Your mission is complete!” The woman on the phone sounded impatient, ready to hang up at any moment.

The immortal hesitated for a moment. “I… I just have one more question… I don’t know if I can ask it…”

The woman paused too. “Go ahead, go ahead. Who am I to deny an old man’s request? But I don’t guarantee I can answer it.”

“His Majesty and the noble consort… What’s their relationship? Is it really worth it for His Majesty to go this far for her?”

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