Volume 2 Hello, Xia Mi Chapter 145: Feast of Dragons (Part 2)
The plane had risen above the clouds. It was a dark night outside. The lights in the cabin were dimmed. Lu Mingfei fell asleep with her head resting on Chu Zihang's shoulder. To be honest, it was not a comfortable position. The stiffness of the neck after sleeping like this would not be much less than if you just adjusted the seat and lay down. But the point was not whether it was comfortable or not, but who you were resting on. Even if Chu Zihang only had a faint smell of laundry detergent, the wonderful hormones would make Lu Mingfei feel that he was fragrant.
Under the sea of clouds, there are floating icebergs on the sea surface within the Arctic Circle. They look like small hills, but in fact the part below the sea surface may be tens of meters. The speed usually depends on the ocean current and wind speed, which can be up to 50/1 of the wind speed. The so-called tip of the iceberg refers to these dangerous things. The Titanic hit such a thing, resulting in the world's largest peacetime shipwreck so far.
On a huge iceberg, the girl looked up at the silent night sky. A Boeing 747 was whizzing past her head thousands of meters away. At this distance and in the darkness of night, it was theoretically impossible to intuitively perceive such a thing, but the girl's eyes were firmly fixed on the direction of the Boeing 747.
She reached out and picked up a broken piece of floating ice on the sea, crushed it into small pieces with her bare hands, and put it into the glass at hand, and a glass of mellow polar whiskey was born. This is usually a specialty of polar cruise ships. Those ice blocks may be thousands or even tens of thousands of years old and are very difficult to melt. People who travel to the polar regions always try to enjoy such a special opportunity. Generally, the bartender uses a pickaxe to knock a piece off the specially prepared ice blocks. She is probably the first person in the world who dares to stand on a moving iceberg and pick up ice with her bare hands.
The temperature was about -40 degrees Celsius. It was a challenge to go out in such weather, but the girl was wearing only a burgundy summer dress, which was even backless. She had a set of wine glasses, some frozen baguettes that could probably be used as mace, some salmon and squid frozen in ice, and a backpack.
Considering that she didn't look like she was freezing but was enjoying a glass of wine, and occasionally took a salmon and melted it with her hands to eat as sashimi, the scene looked more like she was preparing for a camping trip. The huge iceberg was drifting slowly with the global ocean currents at a wind speed of 50/1. The precise calculations ensured that it would completely melt near Hokkaido, Japan, and she might run into a whaling ship. She didn't need to spend money on air tickets, she could complete her global trip just by enjoying the ocean life for a few months.
This is Xiyue's slow-paced lifestyle. She walks when she wants to and stops when she wants to. When she sees a piece of land and thinks it's worth going, she jumps directly into the sea. Of course, Kassel Academy can't find her anywhere in the world, because their tentacles can only reach places with networks. Even the global satellite network can't locate a figure on an ice floe in the boundless sea. After all, no one thought she could cross the ocean in this way.
Caesar woke up in bed and saw darkness outside the porthole.
As the heir of the Gattuso family, Caesar has resources that are, to some extent, richer than those of Kassel College. When Lu Mingfei and the others had to go to Chicago International Airport to take a special line, thinking that this was very convenient, the Gattuso family's Gulfstream business jet had already taken off, carrying only three guests.
Caesar really didn't like his family, but that didn't mean he would completely reject everything from the Gattuso family. There was no contradiction between the two. It was a waste to have resources but not use them properly. Spending a lot of their money, wanting the best and most expensive things, but not listening to them, was also a way to disgust those old guys. At first, they seemed to be hopeful, but later they turned around and ignored them. That was called a top-level rebel. Caesar knew this well and enjoyed it.
Therefore, there will even be a specially customized big bed on this special plane, because even the softness and hardness of the bed have been adjusted according to his requirements and it is very comfortable. You can tell by how soundly Nuonuo and Xia Mi sleep. Maybe even their homes don’t have such a soft big bed. The little pompom on the nightcap is curled up on the pillow.
Waking up in the middle of the night was an accident. For most ordinary people, it was just a matter of getting up or drinking a glass of water and then going back to sleep. But this was different for Caesar. His sleep was usually very stable and he would sleep until dawn. If he woke up in the middle of the night, it meant that something unusual was happening around him, perhaps some kind of danger, or a wild beast approaching.
This habit came from his hunting experience when he was a child. When other children were still digging clams and fishing in the river, Caesar was already fully armed with a hunting rifle and hunting in the deep forests of Siberia. At night, he slept in the hunter's cabin, watching the crackling of firewood. If he caught something during the day, he would have a full meal today, and if he didn't catch anything, he would go hungry today. The only thing he could eat was the vodka given to him by the old hunter. If he got drunk, he wouldn't feel hungry.
This is both playing and learning. The Gattuso family is very fond of this heir and spares no effort in his training. Caesar has never had any free time since he was a child. Even the way he relaxes usually represents some kind of improvement. For example, he would write a song to exercise his musical sense, or put on protective clothing to have a fencing competition with the teacher in the dojo. He even played video games, which is unimaginable for such a large family heir, but Caesar played that game just to study the chaos of the American West. After completing the game, he had memorized that period of history by heart, and every story he told seemed like he had experienced it himself.
As a result, Caesar's senses are very sharp, like a veteran who has experienced many wars. Even without the blessing of Kamaitachi, he can possess the so-called battlefield intuition, which is a strong sixth sense that cannot be explained by science.
He looked around and saw silence everywhere. Except for the three-member team assigned by Kassel College, the rest of the crew members were from Gattuso's family. Even the stewardess Caesar remembered meeting her before. There was certainly no way there could be any danger in such a place.
So it was some kind of strange premonition of the future? This kind of thing had happened before. On the night when his mother, Gullveig, the woman he loved most in his life, died, he suddenly woke up from his sleep and stared blankly at the heavy rain flashing across the night sky, the lightning dyeing the world a pale white color.
Perhaps the only dangerous thing recently is the current dragon-slaying operation in China.
Caesar took out a laptop from his suitcase and connected to the Internet. It was the same flight schedule interface that Chu Zihang had seen on another plane not long ago, but the information that the Gattuso family could provide was obviously much more detailed than Chu Zihang's version. On Caesar's interface, he could even see in the name of whom the six charter flights were booked, and even had a list of some of the passengers.
The leakage of such secrets is undoubtedly a major problem for airlines, but there is no such thing as an impenetrable wall in the world. As the top noble family in Italy, the Gattuso family has invested in all the major private airlines in the world, so it is easy for them to get the information from the inside. The word "secret" looks particularly ridiculous in front of such a family. It is just an excuse for those who have no right to ask. When you have the right to open the door, the secret can only be called the information written in your notebook.
The two chartered planes in North America were composed of wealthy families of mixed-race people in North American society, and idle mixed-race people, each occupying one plane. The composition of mixed-race people in North America is quite simple. Although the land is vast, the number of mixed-race people is not even as large as that in Europe. Most of these wealthy families migrated from Europe before the World War and have close interests with Europe. The idle mixed-race people came to this new continent to live since the independence of the United States, gradually multiplied and settled down, and generally have low bloodlines.
In a mixed-race society, those in Europe can be said to have the best life. In the two world wars, the ace combat heroes all have their shadows. Tracing back to their background, they are often some famous factory entrepreneurs or aristocratic financiers. Their keen sense of smell and excellent operational capabilities enabled them to suffer very little loss in the world wars, and they jumped out to contract various money-making businesses in the post-war national restoration work, and thus quickly rose to the top position.
The most representative of them is the family called Quick Hand Henkel. He has connections with all the current school directors of Kassel. Although he cannot become the nominal leader of the European mixed-race people, he has the longest seniority, and those ordinary mixed-race people who have no family power behind them will also come to him. In terms of number of people and influence alone, he should be considered the best in Europe.
Caesar had never met this old man, but only knew him through family connections, and he had no intention of having any contact with this group of people, because Han Gao and his group were almost the top moderates in the mixed-blood society, and they had never considered killing dragons, let alone being enemies with the dragon clan. But they also knew that if the Dragon King awakened, he would always come to kill them, and the Dragon King cared more about the hatred with the mixed-bloods than ordinary people, so Han Gao also invested in Kassel College, so that at least there would be a group of stormtroopers standing in front of them when the fight between humans and dragons was endless, so they could take the opportunity to transfer assets and make preparations.
Two European charter flights were booked in Henkel's name, without any cover-up. This seemed a bit abnormal, because a group of people who advocated peaceful coexistence actually took the initiative to board the dragon-slaying plane. In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will understand that these people are just going to support the scene and look for opportunities. They certainly don't want to fight the Dragon King to death, but they care about the Dragon King 's body. If it is for those things, Caesar believes that they will even fight other hybrids.
The most dangerous one was the charter plane from South America. For most people, when they mention South America, they think it is a very chaotic place, with gangs and drug lords emerging one after another, and the most despicable batch of mixed-bloods come from South America. In the local area, they are usually gang leaders and drug traffickers. The hatred between humans and dragons is bullshit to them. They care more about money than those European financial players, because money means territory, guns, explosives, drugs and women.
Whether North American or European hybrids, they disdain to associate with this group of people, but it is undeniable that these scum also have dragon blood flowing in their bodies. Kassel College even has to cooperate with this group of people when necessary, because their influence in the local area is sometimes comparable to that of the government. For some dragon relics or cultural relics, the college even has to spend a lot of money to redeem them from this group of people.
After many times, these people have tasted the sweetness, and even specially set up a bounty hunter team to fly around the world to find dragon relics, which is more active than Kassel Academy. The means are also extremely bad. Simply put, it is bombing! If the ruins cannot be opened, bomb them! If there are dragon servants, bomb them! If there are traps, bomb them! In short, the damage they caused is probably much more than what they got, but they don’t care, because this can minimize the losses. They came here to get something to exchange with Kassel Academy for money. It is faster than drug trafficking. If you even lose your life in the middle of the process, what’s the point! If you encounter anything, just bomb it.
Even the Gattuso family has a headache with this bunch of bastards. They don't have many resources in South America. The two sides even had a fight at sea before. The opponent maliciously hijacked it even though they knew it was a Gattuso family cargo ship. Frost was so angry that he hired the Brazilian government navy destroyer to confront these bastards.
But when faced with the sky-high ransom, these people were not afraid of death. They used a lot of ancient boarding battles and internal traitors to successfully board the warship, forcing Frost to have no other choice but to hand over the ransom. To this day, he has not forgotten this deep hatred and is calculating when to take revenge. As for why he is so honest... because the seven-year-old Caesar was on that cargo ship that year...
Caesar didn't think it was a big deal. Being hijacked was a unique experience. What's more, he had lived a pretty good life on the ship. The barbarians didn't abuse him, and he was well fed and fed. They even took him to experience what it was like to be a pirate... Caesar found it quite exciting, but he was annoyed by their lack of respect for women. He kicked the half-breed who bullied the girl into the sea to feed the fish. The guy couldn't swim, and no one else noticed it. They simply thought that the guy was dead and had a low nerve.
It is hard to say that such a group of guys who are a combination of bandits, thugs, drug lords and pirates, disguised as inbound tourists, will not cause some trouble in this dragon-slaying operation. It is conceivable that this will probably become the most exaggerated dragon-slaying incident in the history of mixed-races. Each participant represents a different position. It is simply a feast for dragons.
