Chapter 370: The man whose collar is lined with gold
16:13, Biological Laboratory of Kassel Academy
Dry ice turns into mist and rises around to maintain a constant temperature. On the operating table in the laboratory lies a young boy wearing only shorts and a bare upper body. His limbs are bound by belts, and his eyes are a little panicked.
"Principal, is this necessary?"
Lu Mingfei raised his head to meet the scrutinizing gazes of Ange and Flamel. He regretted the decision he made a few days ago. He felt like a guinea pig at the moment.
The shy old cowboy with a beer belly looked at the wailing boy and said disdainfully, "You look so scrawny, you look like a gold mining worker in the 1970s and 1980s in the West. What's so interesting about it? You're also delaying my swimming lesson."
Time. If you have nothing to do, look at bikini beauties with big breasts, thighs, long butts, and have less gay thoughts in your mind.”
Lu Mingfei didn't know whether to say MMP or not. He was frightened by the openness of his fan support group. Now everyone seems to have some abnormal sexual orientation.
"give it to you."
Angers, who was returning from the Sea of Japan, patted the old guy next to him on the shoulder, turned around and walked out of the laboratory, observing the situation inside through the single-pane glass next door.
"Then let's start implanting the alchemical matrix first, boy."
A meaningful smile appeared on Flamel's face. He opened the equipment box in his hand, and there were gold-plated tools, tweezers, surgical scissors, scalpels, suction devices, and some bottles and jars inside.
Contains colorful liquids.
"Hey, I seem to have forgotten to bring the anesthetic. But this kid's whole body is tied up and he can't move much, so it's not a big problem."
Flamel expertly put on protective clothing and sterile gloves, and when he walked into the ward with a scalpel, he suddenly muttered, and Lu Mingfei's face instantly turned pale and frightened.
"ah!!!"
Soon there were horrific screams.
22:04
The wound where the special biological alchemy matrix was implanted in the heart has been perfectly sutured. The boy's hair is wet and his forehead is covered with beads of sweat as big as soybeans.
If Lu Mingfei could use one word to describe the nearly six-hour process, it would be pain, so painful, heartbreaking.
When Lu Mingfei saw Flamel making an incision on his chest with a scalpel as thin as a cicada, he was so frightened that he almost lost his soul.
He even thought that Cassel's favor for him was just a pig-killing platter. He used a scholarship of US$36,000 per year to lure him to a foreign country, and used the compiled dragon-slaying career to let him relax his vigilance and take advantage of the opportunity.
Take away his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, corneas and blood.
If the little devil had jumped out and wanted to make a deal with him at that time, Lu Mingfei would have eagerly agreed.
Flamel's knife was very fast, and his movements were as skillful as a butcher's work, so that when he implanted the miniature alchemical matrix box into Lu Mingfei's body, the boy felt the pain of tearing his heart.
Then he fainted directly.
When he woke up again, the ceiling above his head was still lit with sterile lights, and the restraints had been removed. He sat up in a daze, and when he tilted his head, he could see the shimmering gold pair in the glass window next to him.
Hitomi reveals her identity as a mixed race.
The cut on the chest had been sutured and removed. Within six hours, it scabbed and healed rapidly through coagulation factors and cell division, leaving only a faint white mark.
Lu Mingfei suddenly found that he could control the brightness and extinction of these golden eyes, instead of having to be possessed by a little devil or stimulated unconsciously every time.
Just when Lu Mingfei grinned with joy, Flamel couldn't help but snorted with disdain and sneered at Ange who came in: "This is the student you like. After injecting the next-generation seed blood and adding the alchemy matrix,
After that, my physical fitness barely reached the level of B-level students, my combat skills and experience were far behind them, and I didn't even have the slightest tendency to develop spiritual vision. It was a waste of resources."
Lu Mingfei, who was still staring at the glass window curiously observing the changes in his body, couldn't help but blush, and climbed down from the operating table dejectedly.
"Rough jade must be polished before it can shine. We in the education industry must be good at discovering the unique shining points of each student." Angers walked up holding a briefcase with his head held high.
His words inexplicably reminded Lu Mingfei of the tutor he met during the summer vacation when he was a freshman. He also stood on the stage and gave a passionate speech. The parents below were rushing to pay for it, fearing that their children would leave if they were too late.
The standard line for key high schools is further away.
Facts have proven that speech is a bonus to status and charisma, such as the famous mustache during World War II.
Even if Lu Mingfei only listened to a short part of his speech in history class, he couldn't help but feel moved. And Ange obviously also has this kind of exaggeration power that makes people die for him.
He firmly controls the "popular hearts" of this college. Even if they have graduated many years ago, the students still regard this old man who perfectly combines elegance and violence as their idol, and regard his classic quotations as a beacon for their dragon-slaying career.
Although there are some undisciplined and prickly students like Caesar in the academy, deep down in their hearts, they all have high respect for this man who is firmly on the road of revenge against dragons.
Except for Li Yongyuan, he has no respect for people, gods, or heaven and earth in his heart, and he doesn't care about any position. He only follows his own path.
"Principal's recommendation, I haven't found out which area I am talented in yet." Lu Mingfei scratched his head modestly, but his bright pupils seemed to be seeking answers from Angers.
"You... have great potential, greater than both Caesar and Chu Zihang."
The lion-like old principal looked at the boy who insisted on breaking the casserole and asked the truth, and he held back a sentence for a long time.
"Ha, hey, that's it."
Lu Mingfei was a little embarrassed when he met Ange's strange eyes, and responded with a sneer.
Comparing a student who gets perfect scores in every exam with one who only gets a passing grade, isn't it obvious which one has greater potential?
"Before going to Japan, I prepared a special gift for you. I hope you like it."
Angers handed the briefcase in his hand to Lu Mingfei, successfully changed the subject, "Open it and take a look."
Lu Mingfei took it politely and opened it curiously. Inside the groove lay two silver-plated Desert Eagles and two curved daggers. The shape of the daggers was close to the Japanese Kodachi, but the decoration was simpler.
Only the handle of the knife is engraved with a winding arabesque pattern to increase friction, and the front and back of the pistol handle are engraved with the emblems of the Equipment Department and Kassel College.
They are all high-quality alchemical weapons designed by the Equipment Department.
In the dark compartment below is the black long windbreaker and shirt worn by the executive department commissioner.
"Like it?"
Lu Mingfei's eyes widened when he looked at the opened briefcase, and he nodded repeatedly. Which middle school boy didn't have a martial arts dream when he was young.
I never thought that he, a passerby who could only applaud in the audience while Linghu Chong and Zhang Wuji were discussing swordsmanship in Huashan, would be wearing a long trench coat with a gold stand-up collar and stepping onto the battlefield alone with a sword in hand.
No matter what the outcome is, the elite style of leaving in such a cool way is so cool.
"Actually, I wanted to ask for a famous sword to give to you, but the person who collected it told me that the sword has now found its owner."
Ange smiled playfully, wondering if Lu Mingfei, who kept nodding his head, heard what he said clearly.