Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

Lu Mingfei is in the dormitory.

Yes, Lu Mingfei and Finkel were squeezed on a chair, their heads leaning in front of Finkel's computer screen, their eyes following the participants in the war in every corner of the academy on the screen.

They were checking the surveillance footage of the entire Kassel Academy. Lu Mingfei knew that one of Finkel's identities was a top hacker, so it was not difficult for him to hack into Norma's channel.

In fact, when Lu Mingfei just woke up and heard that today was the "free day", he picked up Guanshi Zhengzong and was about to rush out, but was stopped by Finkel.

"Junior brother, do you have any hot weapons like miniature nuclear bombs or tactical grenades prepared?"

"No."

"Then do you have a detailed battle plan or cover personnel for the assault?"

"……nor."

"So you're going to rush out with a broken sword and fight against thousands of soldiers alone? Or you're going to have strong men and strong horses like the Student Union and the Lionheart Club who have sufficient supplies and food." Finkel rolled his eyes.

"You're the only 'S'-class in the academy, and you're an 'S'-class who left behind a legend of slaying a dragon. Who wouldn't want to step on legends and become a legend of the new generation?"

"Believe it or not, if you go out with a knife and walk to the bottom of the dormitory building, someone hiding in the dark will rush out, point an Uzi at your head, and sneer at you and tell you: 'S-class sir, times have changed!'"

As Finkel spoke, he tapped the keyboard and the screen switched, and the computer screen instantly changed to the perspective of the surveillance camera downstairs in their dormitory.

In the blind spots on both sides of the dormitory building entrance, there were actually two guys wearing red and black combat uniforms, holding Colts and Uzis in their hands, their eyes fixed on the dormitory building entrance.

"Alas, the world is fickle and people's hearts are no longer as they used to be. Caesar's people are fine, but I didn't expect that my senior brother's people would also try to murder me!" Lu Mingfei's heart sank instantly.

The man in black combat uniform on the screen had a badge with a brave lion on his chest. It was the symbol of the Lionheart Society, the soldiers under Chu Zihang's command.

"Do you understand your situation?" Finkel glanced at Lu Mingfei. "This is war, the equivalent of a world war between two superpowers, exchanging artillery fire. If you run in now, wouldn't it be like being dragged into the arms of a third, snobbish, and backward party? Who else would they attack? No matter which side, they won't let your impoverished country have the chance to influence the course of this war."

Finkel looked at Lu Mingfei, who was staring at the screen in silence. He thought that the other party was frustrated by what he had said.

"Don't worry, you are not alone, you have me here, your dearest brother will always stand by your side!" Finkel put his arm around Lu Mingfei's shoulders and winked at him.

"You? If I remember correctly, you should also be a member of the Student Union. With your servile nature, I'm sure you will pull out a Desert Eagle from under the table and shoot me in the back, and then carry me to Caesar to ask for credit?" Lu Mingfei glanced at Finkel.

"Slander! This is absolutely blatant slander!"

Finkel raised his hands and shouted, "You can doubt my ability, but you absolutely cannot question my innocence! Undercover agents usually choose those with thin bodies and ordinary looks who would not stand out in a crowd. Look at me, my tall and handsome figure... Do I look like the material for an undercover agent?"

"...As long as you are happy." Lu Mingfei glanced at Finkel and thought to himself that if you were not cut out to be an undercover agent, all the undercover agents in the world would be out of work. You are clearly the biggest undercover boss in Kassel Academy!

"I'd rather suggest that you wait until the Student Union and the Lionheart Society are both devastated before you make your move. When they've exhausted all their strategies and ammunition and food, and only Caesar and Chu Zihang are left fighting hand-to-hand, then you can descend from the sky with a revolver and kill them one by one. That would be so cool!"

Finkel clapped his hands on the table and fantasized excitedly. His overly imaginative expression seemed as if it was not Lu Mingfei but himself who was about to knock down Caesar and Chu Zihang, win the battlefield and enjoy the enthusiastic cheers of all the girls in the school.

"No need for that. It's boring just watching from here. I can't be the type to hide behind the screen and watch them fight while they're all fighting, then jump in and take advantage of the situation."

Lu Mingfei waved his hand. He had just been staring at the screen to firmly imprint in his mind the combat points of the Student Union and the Lionheart Society scattered across the campus.

Although he disdains to be a rat man, it's not too much for him to use a small cheat like full map perspective when he is alone, right?

Lu Mingfei opened Finkel's drawer and took out a silver-white Desert Eagle from it. Lu Mingfei walked out the door staggeringly with the gun in one hand and the knife in the other.

"Brother, I'm going out to kill someone. Wish me good luck in martial arts!"

Finkel stared at Lu Mingfei's back in a daze. How did this guy know that there was really a Desert Eagle hidden in his drawer?

……

The student union elites in crimson combat uniforms huddled at the edge of the corner of the Area 1 dormitory building.

He glanced at the ground, and as long as a shadow appeared there, he would raise his hand and shoot without hesitation. After all, the gun was loaded with Frigga tranquilizer bullets, and even if he killed a hundred people by mistake, it would not really harm anyone else's life.

He had been squatting here for more than an hour, and the pain in his neck made his head feel dizzy, but at the cost of the possibility of reaching "S" level, it was all worth it!

"Are you squatting on Lu Mingfei?"

"Yeah, you..."

A sudden sound appeared above his head. After he reacted, he quickly raised his head and prepared to shoot.

But it's too late.

The scattered red dust was like a brilliant flower blooming between his eyebrows, and Lu Mingfei fell from the sky.

"You're out."

Lu Mingfei blew on the muzzle of the Desert Eagle and said expressionlessly.

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Chapter 64 Battlefield Ghost

"What the hell, what's that noise?"

The Lionheart elite in black combat uniforms stared at the corner of the wall.

In fact, he had always known that there was a student union member lurking on the other side of the corridor from him, but they both tacitly agreed not to fight each other because their ambush had the same target - that "S" level!

But just now there was a scream from the corner on the other side, and then there was no movement. Damn, that guy was stabbed in the back?

Are the student union members so incompetent that they were eliminated without even having the energy to resist?

It felt like the Grim Reaper was passing through the darkness, and before the dying person could even open his mouth, the deadly scythe would snatch away his last words and life, which was chilling.

This elite member of the Lionheart Society was the first to stick the muzzle of the black Uzi rifle out of the corner of the wall. His head was hidden behind the gun, and his sight moved slowly bit by bit, trying to see the figure of the attacker.

suddenly!

He could only see a flash of bright white light, and the sharp tip of the knife shot up rapidly, and his Uzi was sent flying far away. He didn't even have time to think about whether to pull out the Colt or tactical folding knife on his waist, because the knife was already across his neck.

The sharp tip of the knife was pressing against the flesh in front of his throat. If it moved a little further, it would easily pierce his Adam's apple and take his life.

He didn't even dare to swallow or breathe, he could only hold his breath, his eyes couldn't help but glance down, and he saw his own trembling reflection on the mirror-like blade.

A figure holding a knife slowly walked out from the corner. He looked at the Lionheart elites with a smile on his face, but uttered devilish words.

"Admit defeat, or...die?"

"Admit... admit defeat."

After that person left, the Lionheart Society's elite collapsed to the ground as if all his strength had been drained. In the cool October autumn, beads of sweat could not stop appearing on his forehead. One by one, they hit the smooth granite ground and formed a steaming puddle.

Only now did he realize how ridiculous it was to have imagined that he had once imagined himself becoming the top figure in the academy by reaching the "S" level!

Was this the pressure from an "S" rank? Was this the strength of a person capable of slaying a dragon single-handedly? He had never smelled such a strong scent of blood from either Caesar or Chu Zihang.

The smile on the corner of that person's mouth was like a sickle that could take his life. Once he made the wrong choice, it seemed that the only thing hanging over him was... death!

……

The Lionheart team in the dense forest has quietly sneaked into the front line of the exit of the oak forest. The next moment is particularly critical, because the towering church in front is their important target.

Occupying a higher field of vision has always been one of the most important decisive conditions for victory in a battle between two armies. The captain of this three-person Lionheart team is a junior senior, Elvis Carman, who has participated in two Freedom Days and is a veteran with great combat experience.

"There must be guys from the student union lying in ambush on the top of the church in front!" Elvis said with certainty, hiding behind a large oak tree.

"Captain, what do you think?" A schoolmate from the same team asked in a low voice while hiding behind another huge tree in the distance.

"I can smell the smell of conspiracy in the air!" A trace of solemnity flashed in Elvis' eyes.

The Lionheart Club has always been at a disadvantage compared to the Student Union in terms of numbers. This is a fatal natural disadvantage. The Student Union can therefore allocate more manpower to control various important strongholds in the college, such as the library, the church roof, the cafeteria... Elvis fell in the "Battle of the Cafeteria" last year, and he still remembers it vividly.

How could you forget that?

As a pioneer of the stormtroopers, as soon as he pushed open the white door of the cafeteria, dark figures rushed in from all directions, with the black muzzles of guns pointing straight at him. He was like a reindeer caught in a trap, and the crimson bullets exploded like brilliant fireworks on his body.

He was shot like a hornet's nest by the sinister villains in the student union!

Then the anesthetic in Frigga's bullet took effect and he completely lost consciousness.

By the time he was awakened, the setting sun was already high in the sky. His companions were sitting on the steps of the cafeteria. The pride of the Lionheart Society on everyone's face seemed to have been trampled into nothing by the nobleman named Caesar Gattuso.

Night had not yet arrived, but the gloom on their faces seemed darker than the night.

That night, the victorious Norton Hall was brightly lit throughout the night, and cheers spread throughout Kassel College, except for the Lionheart Club, which was as silent as death.

The next day, Professor Manstein severely criticized Caesar for filling the swimming pool with champagne to celebrate, which caused the pool to freeze and crack, but the Lionheart Society was not happy at all.

The humiliation brought by defeat can only be washed away by victory!

This year, the Lionheart Club will have the super "A" level Chu Zihang, and he is no longer the ignorant little reindeer he used to be. Elvis is very confident.

"The Lionheart will win!"

He thought he was letting out a passionate roar, and was about to raise his gun and lead his team to break out of the church from the side, but a deep sigh came from behind him.

"Alas, I'm sorry, Senior. Although I understand your reluctance, the Lionheart Club may not win this year."

Elvis and the other two members of the team turned around suddenly, and behind them... there was no one!

The leaves on the trees were motionless, but the dead leaves on the ground seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind that had arisen for no apparent reason. It was as if a ghost, invisible to any of them, was hiding in the dense forest, a ghost that did not even exist in this world...

"Who?" The girl from the Lionheart Club bravely asked deep into the jungle.

"I."

The sound rang in her ears, and the sharp light of a knife suddenly appeared before her eyes. The knife shadow seemed to fall heavily from above her head with an overwhelming momentum. The blade, which was like a line, almost split her pretty face in two at the widow's peak in an instant.

But the sharp blade suddenly stopped just before it was about to cut her, stopping an inch in front of her nose, emitting a cold and dazzling white light.

"Senior, you're out."

After saying this, the person turned around and disappeared. Cold sweat had soaked her body tightly wrapped in combat uniform. The girl from the Lionheart Society sat slumped on the dead leaves and branches, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

"Damn it!" Elvis was the first to react. He quickly raised his Uzi and shot at the figure that suddenly appeared and then suddenly disappeared behind the tree, but the bullet only left a blood-red mark on the tree trunk.

"what!"

A familiar scream came from Elvis's right. He turned around and saw another companion with a glaring bullet hole on his neck, his body had fallen to the ground.

"Senior, there are only two of us here."

A faint voice came from the front, as if the instinct of fear drove the body. Before Elvis could even think, the Colt in his other hand had already made a sound.

However, what made him even more desperate was that after a sharp friction sound, the bright red Frigga bullet was split into two halves by a line of silver light, and a bloody mist filled the air.

The man in front of him walked towards him step by step through the red fog and stepped on the dead leaves. The familiar figure who was so popular in the Night Watch Forum now looked as terrifying as a devil.

"Don't come over..."

Chapter 65 Battle Situation

"This is so weird!"

"The Lionhearts should have passed through the oak forest long ago, right? Why haven't they shown up yet? Even if they were to steal our asses, it wouldn't take them this long, right?"

"Could it be that they fell asleep in the woods?"

"Hmm... I remember there seemed to be a girl in the team led by Elvis. They hid in the woods..."

In the attic at the top of the church, the student union members wearing crimson combat uniforms couldn't help but complain. Those who were carrying shoulder-fired rocket launchers were almost bent over by the weight, and the guys holding binoculars as scouts had their eyes sore from staring.

The atmosphere was so weird, so weird that it was a little scary. The church they were in was an extremely important stronghold. If it were in the ancient battlefield, it would be a "battlefield for military strategists". Even if those guys from the Lionheart Society would not break through from the exit they expected, they would never give up this important stronghold, right?

"Someone is coming out of the jungle!" A scout holding a telescope suddenly shouted.

"Is it the three-person Lionheart Society team led by Elvis? Which direction did they come from?" the student union team asked hurriedly.

"No... I only saw one figure, not in black combat uniform. He was wearing a school uniform. He's not a member of the Lionheart Society!"

"Damn it! Someone's involved in the battle! Besides the Student Council and the Lionheart Club, who dares to wander around the school at this time of day?"

"This is a battlefield, and there are no outsiders on the battlefield! As long as he steps into this battlefield, he should be prepared to accept the cruelty of the Freedom Day War. Anyone outside the Student Union can be attacked, even Principal Ange is no exception!" A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Student Union captain.

This is the style of Freedom Day. Anyone who shows up on the battlefield will be regarded as a target for concentrated fire, even the strong men in the school engineering department and the professors in the professorial corps are no exception.

On a previous Freedom Day, it seemed that a student who had been punished by Professor Manstein, in order to deliberately retaliate, took a Thompson gun and broke into the office building and started shooting wildly. An hour later, the entire office building was littered with the "corpses" of professors. It was a scene of corpses everywhere!

As a result, that brave student was boycotted by the professors. He failed five courses in a row that semester, and his GPA, which was originally excellent, was degraded terribly!

But he is still hailed as a hero and a brave man among students!

"Sniper, get ready, blow his head off!" the squad leader gave the order.

"Captain... I can't do it!" The member holding the sniper rifle said in panic, "He moves too fast, I can't lock on!"

"Damn it, there are people like this in the academy besides the Student Union and the Lionheart Society?"

The team leader turned to the member carrying the bazooka and gave an order, a sneer on his face. "If we can't aim our bullets at him, then use area attacks. Give him a big blast. I'll see how he dodges!"