The moment Lu Mingfei was in a daze and the phone was connected, his confused brain reacted to the voice. Before he even had time to think, a name blurted out: "Dad, it's you."
Although the voice on the other end of the phone was a little distorted, it was clearly from Lulin City, where he had stayed in the North Pole for a long time. The voice of the other party was still the same as before, with a bookish air but a bit more majesty.
"Go to No. 351 Plushenko Street in Moscow, and the people there will take you to the shelter." Lulincheng said without any nonsense and directly in a commanding tone.
Hearing Lu Lincheng's words, Lu Mingfei was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, dad, I'm not going to the shelter, I'm here for something else."
Lu Lincheng's voice on the other end of the phone did not fluctuate at all: "The shelter will be closed in a while. You'd better come here as soon as possible. I won't be able to contact you after that."
With the awakening of the Dragon King and the arrival of the predicted doomsday, the doomsday sects will naturally seal the entrance and hide in the shelter to live their lives. However, Lu Mingfei did not come here for the safety of the shelter. He put the phone close to his ear and spoke quickly.
Said eloquently:
"Dad, Uncle De, Principal Angers, and Sister Luli are trapped in the Nibelungs. The vice-principal said you know the Nibelungs best. Is there any way to rescue them?"
Lu Lincheng didn't speak. He could hear the other party's breathing on the other end of the phone. Lu Mingfei didn't say anything either, but he had already thought of the other party's possible answer. On the other end of the phone, Lu Lincheng spoke after a moment of silence:
"You should really come here. Kassel has made you too naive and childish."
Lu Mingfei moved his neck awkwardly, changed the phone to another hand, and then casually hummed, waiting for his father's next words, Lu Lincheng continued: "About the Nibelungen, that is our highest
How can secrets be used to save the leader of the secret party?"
The so-called refuge of the doomsday sect is in an artificial Nibelungen. Because of this, this refuge is extremely safe, and Chairman Lu Lincheng has become the person who knows the Nibelungen best.
"But... isn't that Uncle De? The family should help each other." Lu Mingfei forced out a smile and admonished in a disgusting tone: "And with him here, those information will definitely not be used against the old man.
It’s yours, dad.”
Lu Lincheng didn't say anything. Lu Mingfei clasped his hands and said, "There is also the principal, he is there too. Dad, if you rescue him, maybe once he is happy, nothing will happen to him."
There was still no sound on the other end of the phone, and a heavy pressure spread throughout Lu Mingfei's body. He suddenly realized that he was not having a family affair with his father, but was discussing business with a high-ranking chairman of the committee, and asked him to take out
The most precious information to save the rulers of hostile forces.
But he still had a little naivety of a young man, so he wiped the sweat from his head, and then said: "There is also my sister, Lu Li, who is also trapped. She is also my mother's daughter. Dad, please help..."
There was finally some movement on the other end of the phone. It was a chuckle, a chuckle with a mocking meaning. Lu Mingfei's heart fell to the bottom, and Lu Lincheng's voice came unhurriedly: "She is you
Mom’s daughter is not mine, no, to be precise, she is not your mother’s child either, maybe she is closer to Ender’s bloodline.”
"But it has nothing to do with me."
"Uncle Dan De..."
"You should know what he is," Lu Lincheng said with a hint of disgust in his voice, "I joined the Doomsday Sect to continue humanity, not to save a lizard."
"Dad, you..." Lu Mingfei's chest heaved. He had never thought that his father would say this, but Lu Lincheng on the other side of the phone was already a little impatient. He interrupted Lu Mingfei and said:
"Remember to go to that location, your mother and I are waiting for you here."
The phone was hung up, and Lu Mingfei felt as if there was a wall in front of him. He wanted to get over it, but he couldn't get out.
A big hand was put on his shoulder. Lu Mingfei turned his head and saw Fingel, who was smiling next to him: "Brother, this is not how negotiations are done. Give me the phone and let me give you a demonstration."
Lu Mingfei took a few deep breaths and put the phone into Fingel's arms. He knew that his father was right. He was indeed a little naive just now, but this was because he was facing his own father.
Unfortunately, my father is no longer the father he used to be, and he is no longer the same person he used to be.
On the other side, Fingel gave Lu Mingfei a thumbs up and called back. As soon as the other side connected, Fingel revealed a coordinate: "73 degrees 23 minutes north latitude, 114 degrees west longitude."
51 points.”
Fingel opened the speaker with confidence. There was silence on the other side of the phone. He could vaguely hear the sound of his hand tapping the table and Lu Lincheng's breathing. Then he spoke: "Who are you?"
"I'm just an ordinary paparazzi, so I won't bother you," Fingel smiled, like a fox who stole a chicken, or like a gambler who won a large sum of chips: "But you and the doomsday faction, I'm afraid you have to worry about it.
What comes next.”
"Oh, the secret party can't bear it anymore, the shelter will let..."
Fingel interrupted Lu Lincheng's words unceremoniously: "You yourself know that the coordinates just now are the location of the doomsday sect's shelter. As long as I hand over the coordinates to the current secret party, the doomsday sect will never have peace."
"And brother, you don't think it's difficult to find you, do you?" Fingel sneered: "The coordinates just now were not told to me by Mr. Ander, I calculated them myself based on your material import and export data."
As he spoke, Fingel revealed that several companies were material suppliers in the doomsday shelter, and then continued: "Even if you don't use this method, you can see that the satellite cloud images are blocked nearby.
It’s snowy, if you look carefully, anyone can know where you are.”
Fingel's voice became louder and louder, almost in a roaring tone: "Who do you think is wiping your ass? It is you who need Mr. Ander now, not Mr. Ander who needs you. Move your butt."
With an S-level brain, it would be good for all of us if he gave out the information!"
There was no response on the phone. Fingel waited for a moment, then hung up the phone neatly and threw the phone back to Lu Mingfei. The two looked at each other for a moment, and finally Fingel couldn't help laughing.
"You two are quite similar, both stubborn." He said to Lu Mingfei carelessly. Just as Lu Mingfei was about to refute, the phone in his hand rang. It was a different number. Lu Mingfei closed it.
mouth, connected, this time he pressed the speakerphone, but heard a female voice, she whispered on the phone:
"Son, check your mailbox and remember to rescue your sister. You can come to us at any time."
The call was quickly hung up, and in the mailbox, there was a piece of information from his mother, Jovini.