Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty Two: The Dragon and the Overachiever
Little Henkel has had an unrealistic wish since he was a child. He wants to become a dragon. That legendary beautiful and mysterious creature, whose long lifespan and unparalleled power makes little Henkel obsessed with it.
In fact, this wish is not only the wish of little Henkel, but also the wish of most North American mixed-race families. This group of exiles from Europe has a kind of arrogance and arrogance that is unique to Americans, and they regard dragons as their own.
own goals.
The same goes for their leader, Sir Henkel. His purpose of cooperating with Cassel is largely to use Cassel's resources to find the path to Jackie Chan.
Over the past few decades, Sir Henkel has become more and more disappointed. Many of the native mixed-race people in the United States cannot be cultivated. Most of them are lost in complex theories and knowledge. A few who have achieved academic success have also accepted the brainwashing of the secret party.
No longer willing to take the path of becoming a dragon.
Sir Henkel just sent his children to study as always, but his grandson, little Henkel, obviously had a different view.
"The secret party deceived us. They secretly hid the precious Dragon King's bones and excluded us!"
He shouted like this, and without even thinking about how he would deal with the remains after finding them, he led a group of guys with the same idea into Kassel College.
Then, he understood his youth and naivety.
In the environment constructed by EVA, they saw the legendary creature, with four legs and two wings, a lizard-like head, and a black dragon soaring in the sky, which even dimmed the scorching sun in the desert.
The shadow cast by his wings makes people feel as cold as falling into an ice cave. The name of that shadow is death.
Little Henkel could no longer say any proud words at this moment. The terrifying momentum of the dragon was like a mountain, shattering his pride. The carefully trained muscles could not squeeze out a trace of strength. He slumped in his seat.
, the heartbeat was deafening, and the world began to turn upside down.
At that moment, little Henkel thought of his casinos in Las Vegas. The two newly opened casinos that were making huge profits every day came from an island country woman. It was she who made little Henkel do such an arrogant thing.
move.
But now, it's too late to regret.
"Shoot, shoot!"
The loss of the commander, Little Henkel, did not affect the movement of the convoy. The people behind them boiled and roared, like ancient dragon-slaying warriors, holding machine guns mounted on the roof of the car and shooting into the sky.
"Ah! Die, die!..." these people roared.
Everyone was going crazy. They didn't even have time to think, they just pulled the trigger feverishly and fired the bullet at an angle.
In the dark, EVA counts their bullets expressionlessly. Through the blood left by Ender and Vice Principal Nicholas in the alchemy matrix, the environment can truly simulate the dragon's power, coupled with the dragon's text released by the hidden speaker.
, can easily make hybrids lose their minds and become obsessed with illusions.
"Mother!"
"Help!"
"Dragon, it's a dragon!"
Among the people brought by Little Henkel, some seemed to have developed psychic vision. The golden pupils of their eyes were burning, and they began to shoot at the surrounding comrades desperately. Seeing this, EVA updated a message in the log. Long Wen said to the mixed race
It does work wonders.
Since ancient times, dragon slayers have all been strong-willed warriors with amazing fighting prowess. Ordinary people will just lie on the ground and surrender in the face of dragon power. Ordinary hybrids will have visions and hallucinations when they hear the dragon's words. Only the most elite warriors
, in order to complete the great cause of slaying the dragon.
Gu Xi
And obviously, little Han Gao is not the same, nor are these guys who are rich and beautiful, but poor among them.
That night, EVA became more playful. When little Henkel was fished out by former runners from the school engineering department, he had long lost his original coolness. His suit was in tatters, his face was covered with bloodstains, and he felt an uneasy feeling.
The irritating smell of words came out from behind him, making the horses laugh.
"You... I am the grandson of Sir Henkel, and I want to negotiate with the head of Kassel College!" Little Henkel yelled through gritted teeth.
But the big men in the school administration department just smiled and put handcuffs on this guy who was overestimating his abilities. While discussing how to have a drink later, they sent the little Hengao to the execution department with monkey-like eyes.
The night in Kassel had not calmed down yet. Nicholas wiped his sweat and sat at Ange's desk again, panting. In the short time just now, he had already run back and forth between the moon and Kassel College.
In terms of speed, it is countless times faster than that guy in Angers.
As soon as he finished taking a breath, he received a notice from the school board that a conference call was about to begin.
In the Garcia family far away in Spain, Francois Garcia looked at the child in front of him. It was his most beloved illegitimate son, Fidel Garcia. He was born to Francois and a dancing girl and inherited
He is proud of his talent and his mother's beautiful face.
But that was all. Francois played with the rosary in his hand calmly. No one knew the history of the Garcia family, but their reputation for collecting alchemical antiquities was very resounding. All of this was due to the fact that they had almost
Centenarian Francois Garcia.
Fidel stood in front of his father with an indignant look on his face: "There is news from the island country that Angers and Luander have died in the explosion. Father, it is time to take back the ownership of Kassel."
Francois remained calm. He was one of the elders of the Secret Party and a member of the school board. He was always like this, playing with rosary beads and walking around in various areas of the school board calmly.
Among the forces, given the Garcia family's huge alchemy collection, the family's position is very stable.
"Are you involved?" Francois asked, his voice low and slow.
The young man shook his head: "Of course not. It's just that the island country has always been a partner of the family. I gave them a little help."
Fidel talked about his idea with great interest. If the island country branch breaks away from the secret party and Angers dies, the family can take advantage of the situation and take over Kassel College. They can also use the channels of the island country to join larger businesses, and even...
"We can further explore the secrets of the Chinese hybrids. Father, aren't you excited?"
There was a hint of disappointment in Francois's eyes. He had never thought that the originally smart Fidel had turned into a fool under the offensive of money, and even wanted to be buried with his family.
"That's enough, idiot!" he shouted sternly: "Do you think I want Angers to die?"
Field raised his head and looked at his father in front of him. The terrifying aura shocked him.
"Ange is the secret party's biggest support. Without him, the strongest dragon slayer in the world, and without his friendship with Luanda, the secret party would be far from reaching the scale it is today!"
"Father……"
Snapped!
The sound of gunshots echoed in the room. Before Field could finish his words, a hole appeared between his eyebrows. Francois waved his hand, and the bodyguard standing in the darkness put away his gun and walked over.
"Pack him up and find a place to bury him..." Francois was silent for a moment and then changed his words: "Forget it, cut off the head. If Angers comes back, send his head over."
"Now, I'm going to go to a conference call. Don't let anyone disturb me."