Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner

"Urgent mission, rating "SS", retrieve important information by 19:00 today. Detailed mission description Norma has sent an email to you." Schneider paused and lowered his voice, "Restrain ...... don't make the scene too big, try to avoid casualties, don't be like those crazy people in the equipment department ......," the microphone came faintly the sound of explosions, Schneider's voice burst with anger, "They are tearing down the campus!"

　　"'SS'?" Chu Zhang was not interested in the lunacy of the equipment department, what surprised him was the level of the mission. The highest level mission he had participated in before was "A".

　　"You heard it right. According to the original plan, you will return to school today, right? Norma booked a direct flight for you and Lu Mingfei to Chicago tonight on UA836."

　　"Lu Mingfei?" Chu Zihang froze.

　　Schneider paused, tough raw, and cold as he also found it a bit difficult to say this arrangement, needed to deliberate the words: "This operation, the commissioner is 'S' level Lu Mingfei, your job is to assist him, you have to follow his arrangement."

　　Chu Zhang was a bit puzzled for a moment. What does this mean? The emperor approached the Great General and said, "I want to send you to fight the barbarians in the north together with Eunuch Lu, the chief administrator of the palace. The great general naturally knew that Eunuch Lu was here to watch over him as a supervisor, to fight the war himself, to receive the merits of others to go, but still only to receive the decree and thank him. This is the normal state. The abnormal state is the emperor said I give armor sword BMW to Duke Lu, let him charge in the front to kill, you run logistics for him in the back ...... this is to kill Duke Lu, right?

　　"Understood." Chu Zhang's tone was still light. He is a person who will not argue.

　　Hang up the phone, he turned around and pushed open the door of the closet, and there was a black elongated tennis bag lying in the corner. Pulling the lock, the black shark skin-wrapped hilt clung to the racket. He gripped the hilt and sheathed the blade an inch, iron-blue light splashed out and icy coldness traveled rapidly up his wrist.

　　Mikami Blade - Murray, the legendary demon blade that naturally oozes spring rain to wash away blood after killing. Someone forged this otherwise non-existent blade from recycled metal and enshrined it in a shrine for ten years to feed its hostility.

　　"Did you get your Kashiwajin bag yet? I've been on the waiting list for two years, do you think they only sell to VIPs?"

　　"Bought ah, last time I went to Europe, I bought a few tens of thousands of small things in Hermes home, the clerk whispered to me that there is still a stock, I did not even think about it and took it, but it is a shallow water crocodile skin, the grain is not obvious."

　　"You're so beautiful! It's good that you got it, when will you lend me the back!"

　　"Little lady, give the little face to the master a kiss and you will be rewarded."

　　"Go to hell!" A woman curled up on the sofa, using her bare feet to kick the woman across the room, was caught by the woman across the room.

　　The four aunts giggled, all disheveled, makeup smudged on their faces, and were rolling around on the couch in silk nightgowns, sipping black tea to cool off. The three bottles of cognac last night were so powerful that they all fell and slept in such a mess at Chu Zhang's house until the sun was up.

　　"It's almost noon, what should we eat?" Someone suddenly felt hungry.

　　The door opened silently and the tall, thin boy walked in, sweeping a glance at the cans all over the floor and the four women who were so beautiful in their youth that they were known all over town, he frowned: "What a mess, can't you ask Aunt Tong to help you clean up?"

　　"Ouch, Zhang so handsome oh, come, come, sit with an auntie for a while." Aunt Shanshan said happily.

　　Chu Zhang wore a pair of washed blue denim pants, a white T-shirt, the whole body simple, crossbody black tennis bag, and hair with a freshly washed sandalwood scent.

　　He is no longer a child, a real "male", but the beautiful aunts do not have to avoid his concept, the jade legs across the jade legs, the snake waist wriggling as usual snake waist wriggling. They are watching Chu Zhang grow up, the sisters in Chu Zhang's old mother's first child, is simply a toy that fell from the sky, the aunts like. Chu Zhang's early childhood memories are tragic, vaguely two or three years old himself was covered by the rich smell of perfume and grease, on all sides are flaming red lips, aunties grabbed to hold, slender jade hands pinching his small buttocks ......

　　"Do not sit down. I ordered a meal for you, two eel rice and two teriyaki beef rice," Chu Zhang said, "it will be delivered in a moment."