Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner

The electronic flow from the North American headquarters of the intelligent hub "Norma" rushed out, across the Pacific submarine cable, rushed to tens of thousands of clients around the world, at a time tens of thousands of screens in front of the people have stopped breathing, what level of news? In the past, it seems that only the head of the faculty's first girlfriend's real photo released this level of gossip to have such a stroke.

"Reward: tonight 19:30, seeking Aspasia restaurant (coordinates: east longitude 119.28439, north latitude 26.08774) to book a seat for two people to dine, the name of the person who booked the seat Lu Mingfei, the reward for people willing to 'a promise' in exchange."

Posting id "village rain".

This is in the night watchman discussion forum is rare, comparable to the South China tiger. But everyone knows who that is, the president of the Lionheart Club, Chu Zhang, openly offered a bounty to secret parties around the world.

Seven time zones apart, Italy, the town of Portofino.

7:00 a.m. sharp, the mountains around the Gulf of Genoa, the sea is sprinkled with sunshine, gulls gathered in clouds of low-flying. Waiting for the small fish to jump out of the undulating waves, the sea on a sunny morning is a sumptuous table for the gulls.

Unlike the gulls, which target small fish, it waits for an occasional cod or eel that comes to the surface and soars through the air.

A vague shadow is becoming clearer and clearer, what floated up from the bottom, is not small. The flesh-eating bird of prey's blood came, and the kestrel gathered its feathers and poked out its sharp claws, hitting the surface like a diving bomber.

The water broke open and the prey leaped half a meter out of the water, clutching the kestrel's claws in a tenth of a second. The kestrel vibrated its wings in panic, but could not break free. It was wrong this time, it was not an eel or a cod, it was not supposed to be in the deep waters of Genoa Bay. How could a human being enter the bottom of the sea without diving equipment?

"Shh." The young man laughed coldly and put up a finger on his lips, he was speaking to the kestrel.

Suddenly, a faint golden color flashed in his eyes, as if reflecting sunlight. The kestrel gave up struggling and quietly rested on the back of the young man's hand, only a moment's stare, it was tamed.

"From this moment on you are my falcon, let's call you Anthony. He was an ancient Roman general. It goes better with my name," the young man said, "Oh, my name is Caesar Gattuso."

He waved his hand, and Antony took the command, took to his wings, and hovered in the air. Caesar swam backward, like an arrow breaking the water, toward the sea. A small motorcycle, only half a meter high, was parked on the uninhabited beach. The little guy was a cut short of the height, but the shape was an authentic Harley cruiser motorcycle, majestic, and the rising tide did not pass its wheels. Caesar straddled the seat, and twist the throttle. The little guy let out a cheerful roar, raising a man-high water splash, and rushed up the road. The highway went up the hill. Caesar swept past rustic houses with pink and yellow walls and deep verdant woods and looked back down the hill to the bay where yachts gathered, with white wind flags flying from their masts.

Caesar raised a white bath towel over the top, and Antony immediately understood his master's gesture, lowering his height to follow the motorcycle, his wings soaring with the wind, sometimes above the white bath towel, sometimes below it, like a warrior following his master's warhorse.

Caesar put on sunglasses to block the increasingly hot sun, handsome face smile faint.

This is his summer life, and the "S" level bad man Lu Mingfei's life is very different. Spend the hottest weeks in Portofino, staying in a suite rented year-round at the Splendid Hilltop Hotel. The town is full of rich Italians and luxury goods, yet rustic and natural. It is also an excellent diving port, full of red coral and the wreckage of ancient ships, on which schools of fish swim lazily. He is as familiar with this place as he is with his garden.

The splendid hotel was originally an ancient monastery, the swimming pool and restaurant are hidden among the ancient trees, and from below it looks like a garden hanging in the air. When the topless Caesar stepped into the lobby, the secretary had already handed over a cell phone.

"It's from your classmate, who appears to be an officer of the student council."

"What is it?" Caesar asked casually, clutching the microphone between his neck. He had left a few of his right-hand cadres on campus during the holidays so that any news would reach him promptly. Caesar was not used to losing control of the situation.

"Big deal! Lu Mingfei is having someone over for authentic Italian food tonight and can't get a reservation, so he's looking for help."

"Which one?" Caesar froze, the accent familiar, but not the person who stayed behind.

"Your faithful pony, Fingal!" The voice was rather flattering.

"What does it have to do with me?" Caesar frowned.

It was true that Fingal was a member of the student council, but if Fingal did not take the initiative to jump out, Caesar would never recall that he had this number of henchmen. This guy repeated too many grades, the original file can not be found, and has not been reported since Caesar took office, is the authentic wandering god.

"But Chu Zhang put out a bounty!"

"Chu Zhang?" Caesar's face stared up.

"Chu Zhang offered a bounty saying that whoever can help Lu Mingfei solve the reservation of Aspasia restaurant tonight, he will promise to do one thing for someone within his ability and without violating morality. In short, it was a promise from him to come to him if there was a problem."

"A great reward." Caesar pondered for a moment.

The game of "bounty" was common at Cassel Academy, a quid pro quo for mutual help. Caesar himself had offered a bounty when he was chasing Nono and offered to send him postcards from his hometown all over the world during the holidays, each card saying, "My hometown is a beautiful place, I hope you will visit it with Caesar Gattuso one day." The postcards piled up in a small mountain on Nono's desk, and Caesar sent each sender a new version of the PSP as promised.

But compared to Chu Zhang's bounty, several hundred PSPs are nothing. A "promise" of the president of the Lionheart Club, the value can be very low and can be ridiculously high. You can ask Chu Zhang to learn how to bark, and you can also ask Chu Zhang to give up the position of the president of the Lionheart. Caesar believed that Chu Zhang would practice what he preached. This kind of person was worthy to be Caesar Gattuso's enemy. Caesar began to find it interesting, Lu Mingfei booked a seat this matter has nothing to do with him, but ...... everything Chu Zhang does has something to do with him!