Chapter 22 Douluo Continent
Chicago International Airport, an international transportation hub, sees tens of thousands of passengers arriving and departing daily. Security is very high, and homeless people are generally not allowed to stay overnight.
Unfortunately, Linto, Lu Mingfei, and Finger were three extraordinary individuals, each with a mobile phone ticket and a subway card. The airport security personnel couldn't easily ask them to leave, so they had no choice but to let them linger in the rest area until they ran out of money and had to leave.
"Money? You probably won't be able to spend it all in this lifetime."
Linto shook his finger: "I brought my parents' bank cards with me, consider it Stark Industries' first investment."
Lu Mingfei: "..."
Fingel: "..."
At this time, the luggage that his aunt had prepared for Lu Mingfei came in handy, and the three of them shared two quilts.
With two layers of cotton quilts, one thick and one thin, and many holes, it looked like he had traveled back from northern Myanmar, but he wasn't cold enough to be freezing.
With the electric pressure cooker, this area became a doomsday refuge. Fingel would take the money to the supermarket, buy some meat and vegetables, and start cooking as soon as he got back.
Surprisingly, this guy, who seems like a rascal, is actually quite knowledgeable about cooking. He can make German-style pork knuckle and traditional Beijing-style hot pot with just a pressure cooker.
Linto wasn't surprised at all; as the saying goes, to win a woman's heart, you must first win her stomach. Fingel wasn't exactly a lifelong single woman from a repressive era; with EVA by his side that year, he'd definitely have some hometown dishes cooked up.
This young couple is like Tang San and Xiao Wu, a pure love story, said to be the God of War. Even after so many years, Finger still longs for his deceased wife.
Of course, this is only the higher-level problem that the three of them are facing.
The fundamental problem is that trying to survive the apocalypse in this subway station seems a bit like absurd philosophy.
To prevent these three individuals from feasting on meat in the rest area and attracting the attention of countless passengers, the security department had no choice but to allow them to dine in the security department's storage room.
In no time, Fingel became acquainted with the security team leader. Last night, while everyone was drinking Korean soju and grilling pollack on a gas stove, the security team leader cursed the Kassel College for being a disgrace, daring to neglect young talents like Linto and Lu Mingfei.
Fingel is missing from the details.
Having wine and meat and not having to go to school is quite carefree, but in China, people think that going abroad would make them returnees, while in the United States, they would be homeless. Lu Mingfei is having a hard time.
Linto then displayed his exceptionally high emotional intelligence befitting Iron Man, reassuring Lu Mingfei that while their social class was indeed lower, the Academy probably wouldn't truly ignore them. The lack of service on the CC line was likely due to staff shortages at the Academy, as summer vacation wasn't over yet.
Lu Mingfei hesitated, but he just wanted to know just how low his bloodline class really was.
Linto didn't even glance at his file, saying that judging by the extent of his procrastination, he was probably on par with medieval serfs.
Lu Mingfei's mood sank further. Fingel, who was standing next to him, said that there were actually people lower than serfs, and that some people's class should be dog excrement.
Lu Mingfei's eyes lit up: "Who is dog poop?"
"Isn't Dog Poop sitting right here chatting with you?" Fingel and Linto put their arms around each other's shoulders and smiled.
Lu Mingfei: "..."
The night grew increasingly dark, clear as agate. Only the three of them remained in the waiting hall. Fingel and Linto were fast asleep, sprawled out on their backs, while Lu Mingfei covered himself with a blanket and curled up on the wooden bench, dozing off.
"If you didn't know better, you'd think you'd come to Chengdu..."
After glancing at each other's bedding, Lu Mingfei looked regretful. What happened to the American womanizer he was promised?
They're about to spend their fourth day at this airport.
The 24-hour sandwich shop was lit up. Lu Mingfei's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he slowly closed his eyes.
After a while...
As Lu Mingfei fell asleep, Linto and Fingel launched themselves into the air.
"It's time."
Linto and Fingel exchanged a glance and immediately made their beds.
"Turn it on!" Fingel nodded confidently, taking the camera from Linto: "Just film him sleeping?"
"Can."
Linto's eyes flickered: "Although I don't know if this will cause a ruckus at Chicago Airport, it's worth a try."
"As expected of you, I was pulled into a fantasy world when I watched this episode as a kid." Fingel joked, licking his lips. "What if Lu Mingze suddenly appears and finds the two of us doing such an improper thing?"
"Well…" Linto hesitated for two seconds.
During these few days together, Linto and Fingel often found themselves in situations where Lu Mingfei was not around.
During these spare moments, Lin Tuo revealed some information about Lu Mingze.
Of course, this is only his personal perspective.
Linto is going to become the leader of the Avengers. There is already an Avengers member here, who can be considered one of their own, so there is nothing to worry about.
The information, namely about Linto's own words being imbued with power, and Lu Mingze's immense power to invade people's minds out of thin air, was all awe-inspiring.
"Putting everything else aside, just the granting of the power of words is the Dragon King's permission," Fingel remarked at the time.
Right now.
"If he could find out, we'd both be found out by now." Linto waved his hand. "I think we're recording Lu Mingfei's sleep talking right now, what do you think?"
"Okay, okay..."
Fingel pressed the record button, the light immediately lit up, and then there was complete silence.
The two watched Lu Mingfei's lips move silently.
"Shh, he's about to start." Linto looked at Lu Mingfei and called out to Fingel beside him.
"What if he wakes up?" Fingel whispered cautiously.
"It's either classical mechanics or fluid dynamics, but given the current situation, as long as Lu Mingfei doesn't see us, Lu Mingze shouldn't be able to detect our presence either," Lin Tuo said.
Lu Mingze's perspective is limited to that of Jiu De Mai, Su Enxi, Zero, and Lu Mingfei.
If these obstacles are removed, then one can play the Emperor's Step.
Linto has restrained the regulator for 300 seconds.jpg
As the atmosphere fell completely silent, Lu Mingfei began to speak whatever came to mind from his dream—
"The bell has rung, and the past must begin to be revisited. Are you ready?" Lu Mingfei asked in an elegant voice.
"The bronze mountains will melt, the seas will boil, the earth will turn up its spine, and finally the storm will destroy everything."
Are you ready?
"Um... do you want to go buy some food or make a phone call? I have a little money here." As he said this, Lu Mingfei changed his tone and made a gesture of rummaging through the blankets for money.
"..."
Upon hearing this, Fingel couldn't hold back any longer. This guy actually stole some money from his own stash?
Linto told him not to make a fuss, that it was all part of the plan.
"..."
"After all these years, you're still so kind, brother." Lu Mingfei returned to his previous tone, his voice tinged with regret.
"Wow..."
With a final, ghostly scream, Lu Mingfei fell into a deep sleep, as if he had died on the spot.
on site.
Only Fingel and Linto remained, staring at each other.
End of this chapter...