Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 286: For Your Majesty (101)

Dragon Raja 5

“Understood,” Lancelot replied.

He had grown accustomed to this man’s capriciousness, a quality that couldn’t even be described as capricious, but rather as boundless wildness. But Lancelot believed in that man, believed in him without principle.

“You might find it a bit tricky, but that guy is actually in a very weak period right now. Don’t worry about him transforming; if he does, he’ll just die even faster.”

“Understood.” Lancelot’s reply remained concise and forceful.

“But the body must be brought back. Who knows if that dangerous thing might come back to life?”

“clear.”

“Then I wish you good luck. Become a hero and save the world. You’ll enjoy your retirement with your beloved fiancée.” The man hung up the phone.

Lancelot stood in the snow for a long time, holding the phone, before finally squeezing it with a little more force and crushing the pieces in the snow.

This should be the final order. Whether he returns with Lu Mingfei’s body or leaves his own body in City 023, he no longer needs to answer this phone.

When Lu Mingfei woke up, he thought it was the middle of the night because when he drew back the curtains, it was black pitch outside. But looking at the enamel clock on the wall, it was already ten o’clock in the morning.

He pushed open the window and was surprised to see snow, as thick as a wall, falling off the glass. Sunlight and snow rushed into the room, revealing a crystal-clear world outside.

The snowstorm that started last night buried the entire city of 023 under a thick layer of snow, making even the gray cement walls look like they were covered with a thick layer of chalk, and the basketball hoops on the playground were half-submerged.

Lu Mingfei opened the door. A small brass cart was parked outside, with several white porcelain plates covered with sterling silver lids. That was his breakfast. Since arriving in City 023, breakfast had always been delivered like this, delivered whenever he wanted, accompanied by a small alcohol stove to heat it up – quite pleasant indeed. Clearly, the fierce blizzard hadn’t affected City 023’s considerate service; everything was operating as usual.

Lu Mingfei pulled the cart in. Today’s breakfast included smoked herring and Italian fettuccine with rich beef gravy. As usual, the bread was covered with precious Bega caviar, and there was even a copy of a Moscow morning newspaper. Lu Mingfei was sipping warm black tea and admiring the snow. Just as he was about to take a bite of his wide noodles, someone suddenly pushed the door open. Christina, dressed in a high-necked serge dress and stiff high boots, strode in with a powerful stride.

“The GRU troops aren’t coming!” Christina rushed to the window, looking outside with a grave expression. “In this weather, the trains definitely can’t pass!”

Lu Mingfei paused for a moment, then understood her concerns.

She must have been carrying a tracking device or similar device so that GRU forces could track her. But in such terrible weather, with the tracks covered by several meters of snow, even a powerful jet train couldn’t break through, and the GRU’s armored trains were equally powerless. The snowstorm continued, rendering snowmobiles and helicopters useless. Unless following fixed markers like the railway tracks, driving a snowmobile through this frozen, no-man’s-land was tantamount to suicide.

It seemed like even God was on Alexander Bunin’s side.

Christina plopped down on the sofa opposite him, looking extremely anxious, while Lu Mingfei buried his head in his breakfast. Christina was first surprised, then glared at him angrily, but just as her anger was about to burst from her eyes, her stomach growled.

Without looking up, Lu Mingfei handed her a slice of white bread. Christina struggled with her appetite for a few seconds before taking the bread and munching on it. The intelligence officer was clearly a person full of love for life; you could tell from the way she devoured her food. She could forget about ALS and her difficult mission while eating, which also indirectly confirmed her declaration of “living a more exciting life than others.”

A moment later, the two leaned back on the sofa, rubbing their swollen bellies. Christina frowned again, clearly at a loss as to what to do after losing the support of the GRU forces.

“I want to know more about that auction. What should I do?” Lu Mingfei picked up his teacup again, and for no apparent reason, he thought of Anjou.

“If the snow keeps falling like this, even we’ll be trapped here and die. I don’t know if this year’s auction will even take place,” Christina said.

Lu Mingfei handed the large kraft paper envelope from the brass cart to Christina. He had opened the envelope, glanced at its contents, and then casually tossed it aside.

Christina emptied a card and an invitation from the envelope. She read the invitation and her face darkened.
The invitation stated that the Romanov family’s bank accounts had been verified and that the Romanov family had provided sufficient financial guarantees, so Lu Mingfei was honored to be invited to attend the small auction following the reception.

Bunin is a man of his word; what was agreed upon last night arrived this morning with the invitation. Christina’s change of expression was undoubtedly because she hadn’t received a similar invitation.

“First, there’s a reception, with food, drinks, dancing, and gambling.” Christina leaned back on the sofa. “Everyone probes each other’s finances. Some don’t have enough money, and some didn’t even get an invitation. They can pool their chips to form an alliance. they’re selling, and ideally, I’d like to have evidence.”

“What a grand display.” Lu Mingfei nodded, but perhaps he wasn’t entirely insincere. He had also made a name for himself at auctions in Chicago, snapping up hundreds of millions of dollars in one go.

“So you’re just guessing they’re selling contraband weapons, and that’s just guessing, right?”

Christina nodded. “The highest-level arms deals in the world can’t compare to that small auction. Even nuclear warheads can be bought for tens of millions of dollars each on the black market. These people come every year, and what they buy must be very profitable, but we really can’t think of any kind of arms that could be so profitable.”

Lu Mingfei nodded, thinking that perhaps your boss was tempted by the profits, but it wasn’t convenient to tell the righteous female intelligence agent directly.

“But I’m just a secretary. I only got the invitation because of my boss’s financial backing. If I go, I’ll probably just be holding up the sign for her,” Lu Mingfei said.

Christina waved to interrupt him, pulled a smaller envelope from her inner pocket, and tossed it to Lu Mingfei. Lu Mingfei squeezed the envelope, still warm from the girl’s body, with a puzzled look; it clearly contained a card as well.