"Lu Mingfei, why are you here?" Su Xiaoqiang, who was holding her mother's arm affectionately, looked at the skinny boy following a little white fat man not far away, and exclaimed.
"Qiangqiang, is this your classmate?" A mature lady wearing a fancy dress, with her black hair tied into a bun and a fringed hairpin said.
Su Xiaoqiang nodded.
Tianrun Shopping Mall is the largest shopping mall in this coastal city, with a wide variety of products. Urban residents are accustomed to coming here to purchase daily necessities, and it is normal to meet acquaintances occasionally.
"What a coincidence!" Lu Mingfei saw his classmate and was about to extend his hand to say hello. After seeing the woman next to Su Xiaoqiang, he quietly took his hand back and put it behind his head, scratching his head in embarrassment.
"Hello, aunt!"
Lu Mingfei bowed ninety degrees again and said hello nervously.
"Hey, Xiaoqiang, Lu Mingfei, you're here too." Before Su's mother could reply, the girl in the white dress and the girl in pink walked over quickly, hand in hand, and Lu Mingfei's eyes instantly lit up.
"What about us? Lu Mingfei and I are not on the same page." The little goddess in a black dress shook her head arrogantly, refuting the ambiguity in Liu Miaomiao's words.
Liu Miaomiao curled her lips and was about to retort that she didn't mean it like this when Chen Wenwen grabbed her wrist and greeted the mature woman in front of her: "You are Xiaoqiang's mother. We are all Xiaoqiang's classmates and we often go to school.
When she mentioned you, you are indeed as young and beautiful as Xiaoqiang said."
No woman would refuse such a compliment, especially when it comes from a girl with a quiet temperament.
Su's mother immediately laughed and called to Su Xiaoqiang's classmates, "What are you here to buy? I'll pay for your bills for our Xiaoqiang, so don't be polite. You must always be good friends from now on."
"No, thank you, auntie, we have enough money." Before Chen Wenwen could say anything, Liu Miaomiao, in pink clothes and black trousers, was the first to refuse.
Lu Mingfei on the side had envy in his eyes, but he also shook his head and asked his classmates' parents to buy him something. He still felt bad about it.
Su's mother also felt that these words were too explicit. These children were in their teens and should not be treated with adult interests. It was not sincere to bring trouble for her daughter.
"Wait a minute, Auntie, Auntie will go buy you milk tea." Mother Su smiled again, with such a warm smile that they didn't know how to refuse.
"Lu Mingfei, what are you doing? Why don't you follow me?" A fat man wearing Adidas sportswear and Nike sneakers shouted loudly from a distance, interrupting everyone's conversation without politeness.
Lu Mingfei had no choice but to wave his hands in embarrassment, indicating that he didn't need to buy his share, and then left the crowd and ran towards Lu Mingze in front of him.
He was only wearing a loose white T-shirt and black pants. At first glance, he looked like bargains from a street stall. Standing next to Lu Mingze, he looked like a landlord and an old wealthy man. The smooth white fat young man and the skinny young man in a short shirt
Si.
"That's his cousin. Lu Mingfei has been living at his uncle's and aunt's house." Chen Wenwen saw the confusion in Su's mother's eyes and explained in a low voice.
Su Xiaoqiang and Liu Miaomiao looked at each other, with complicated emotions in their eyes. It turned out that Lu Mingfei's seemingly free life was not so good after all!
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A man in a black robe pulled up his wide hood and shrouded his entire face in the shadow. He could not see clearly his appearance and figure. He walked up the escalator and slowly entered the building. The sign of the mall clearly read "Tianrun" in large artistic characters.
The man's golden eyes were shimmering under the hood, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his smile was cold. He found another good prospect.
Lu Mingfei rarely went to the supermarket. No matter how dazzling the products in the mall were, he could only look at them without money. The two hundred yuan in his hand was not even enough to buy several boxes of Chen Wenwen's favorite Dove chocolates.
He just walked along the tall aisles of the shopping mall, thinking about what necessary things he should buy and how much money he could have left to buy Chen Wenwen her favorite food and a paper bag of bluebells.
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Even though the man in black robe has a weird appearance, Tianrun is a big shopping mall after all, and occasionally some Cosplayers are hired to help attract people, so naturally no one pays much attention to him.
The man now has red threads flashing in his golden eyes, his heart is beating vigorously, and the realm of speech spirit and blood tie is opened. He is looking for the hybrids hidden among ordinary people around him through the vision generated by bloodline resonance.
"Your Highness, there is a suspected overseas smuggling target who appeared alone in Tianrun Mall. He is wearing a black robe and a hood. He is 179cm tall, his appearance is unknown, and his weight is unknown. The probability of Yanling being a blood-tie is more than 50%." Pure white earphones.
Inside, the prime minister's cold mechanical male voice came out.
As long as the man in black robe appears in the sight of the city's cameras, it means that the prime minister can monitor his every move. It is not until the purpose of his actions is thoroughly analyzed through the character portrait through data modeling that his identity as a legitimate wanted suspect can be truly confirmed.
"Got it." Qingyue's male voice sounded, and Li Longyuan pressed the headset.
"Uncle Zhao, make arrangements. I have to rush to Tianrun Mall as soon as possible." The handsome boy stood up from his seat and called the bad boy Zhao Yan in the lobby through the headset. At the same time, he picked up the extended black baseball bag next to him.
He opened the silver-white metal elevator door in front of him and walked in, his body slowly falling down.
Lee's Heavy Industry, lobby on the first floor
After receiving the order, Zhao Yan immediately took out a new light motorcycle from the garage of Li's Heavy Industry and parked it at the glass door of the hall, attracting the attention of those who came and went.
"Wow, is this the Ecosse ES1 Spirit, a limited-edition motorcycle worth 20 million US dollars? Equivalent to more than 120 million yuan?" The knowledgeable people in the crowd exclaimed. This platinum gray streamlined body can perfectly reduce the weight.
With resistance from the wind.
This car completely adopts the design concept, technology and materials of F1 racing cars, which improves aerodynamic efficiency while greatly reducing the weight of the car body. It can reach a top speed of 380 kilometers per hour. Under the elegant and gorgeous body, there is a roaring beast hidden.
"key!"
Li Longyuan took the elevator to the bottom floor and was dressed in black. He didn't have time to change into his military uniform. His tall and straight figure actually gave off the temperament of a hard-blooded soldier. He greeted Zhao Yan who was standing next to the motorcycle.
The man quickly threw out a key, and Li Yongyuan caught it in the air. He took the pure black helmet and put it on, got on the motorcycle, turned the key in the ignition, turned the accelerator and stepped on the clutch in one go, with the engine roaring in a low voice.
And go.
"Cool!" The crowd behind him exclaimed, and even Uncle Zhao, a bad handsome man, couldn't help but sigh in his heart at the coolness of the action.
This Ecosse ES1 Spirit is simply the ultimate embodiment of aerodynamics in real life. The maximum power of the engine exceeds 147 kilowatts and the mass is only 120 kilograms. Drivers without superb skills cannot control this car, which is called the "Wind Talker".
"Motorcycle.
"Wait a minute, it seems that the young master is not old enough to take the motorcycle driver's license test yet, right?" Zhao Yan's pupils shrank, as if he thought of something extraordinary.
"Prime Minister, keep the entire route open." On the asphalt road closest to Tianrun, a platinum-gray light motorcycle was speeding and the boy spoke coldly in a black helmet.
"My lord, I obey the order!"
The prime minister sent a cold reply sound unique to the machine.
The next second, the traffic lights in front of the boy all lit up green regardless of the time. The many car owners waiting behind the zebra crossing only saw blurry black shadows passing by, and only the billowing air waves and the low engine remained in the air.
Roar.
A minute later, the traffic lights returned to normal and the traffic flow became smooth again. No one cared about the brief interlude that had just occurred. They drove their cars to the next destination and returned to the instinctive order of life.
In Tianrun Shopping Mall, the man in black robe seemed to feel the dragon blood rushing around him through the tall merchandise shelves. The power was as majestic as the boundless ocean waves. His body was shaking instinctively, half because of fear.
, half excited.
What is scary is that this hybrid with excellent bloodline can completely crush him to death through the high-level suppression of bloodline resonance. What is exciting is that this hybrid has not yet awakened the dragon bloodline and can be used to test the latest evolutionary medicine.
"Professor Guderian, there is a suspicious person approaching Lu Mingfei, do you want to take action?" On the third floor of the shopping mall, a man in a black trench coat seemed to be leaning casually on the transparent guardrail, but his eyes were constantly looking at Lu Mingfei and others below.
people.
"Don't act rashly yet. This is within China. Leave it to the orthodox people to deal with it." The old man's clear Chinese voice came from the communication phone in the man's hand.
"Understood!" the man replied in a low voice, casually put the communication device into the lining of his black trench coat, and disappeared into the crowd again.
"Brother, brother..."
A little boy's soft call came.
"Whose child is missing?" Lu Mingfei whispered to himself. He turned around in confusion and saw a little boy standing behind the corridor composed of two rows of shelves.
The little boy looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. He was handsome, with smooth black hair sticking to his forehead. He was wearing a black suit, a white silk shirt and small square leather shoes. He looked like a young master who had escaped from an aristocratic family.
"Little brother, are you lost?" Lu Mingfei looked at the boy. He always felt that the boy's eyes had a depth that was completely inappropriate for his age.
"Brother, you finally came to see me!"
The boy opened his hands, as if he wanted to give Lu Mingfei in front of him a hug.
Lu Mingfei was startled and shouted quickly: "You have recognized the wrong person, I am not your brother."
"What's your name?" Lu Mingfei then asked, wanting to see if he could help him find his family.
"Lu Mingze." The boy said with a smile, with nice dimples on his face, innocent and cute.
Lu Mingfei almost jumped up, pointed at him in shock and said, "You, you, you, how could you be Lu Mingze?"
Lu Mingze's little fat boy had lived with him for so many years, and it was impossible for Lu Mingfei to forget the appearance of his arrogant cousin.
So he hurriedly pushed the boy away and ran out, hoping to find the real Lu Mingze. But he was surprised to find that the surrounding scene had already turned into a blur of light and shadow. He could only vaguely feel the flow of people passing by, and heard the noise and bustle.
There was the sound of crowds. But when he stretched out his hand, he couldn't touch anything.
His body seemed to be blurred, and it seemed that the world around him was illusory.
"Brother, you finally came to see me." The little boy behind sighed again, opened his arms, the golden pupils in his eyes were shining brightly, and his body was still so solid. It seemed that only the two of them were in the real world.
in the world.
Lu Mingfei collapsed.
"Strange, why is the person missing?" The man in black robe murmured in a low voice. He had clearly seen red threads twisting and gathering here before, but they disappeared without a trace after he came over.