Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 212 Ordinary, dare to overstep! (two in one)

Old Tang and Caesar were lying in the back of the truck. Old Tang held a rifle in his hand and stood up from time to time to observe the situation outside the window.

As an old Jianghu, Old Tang actually knew that relying on the protection of the truck, in fact, he didn’t need someone to guard him at all, but what did he say, he had to show his usefulness, otherwise, wouldn’t other people’s money be wasted?
Old Tang knew that Ander paid for his employment this time. For the sake of his friend's contribution, Old Tang could only use some energy to give his employer some extra services.

As for the little golden retriever Caesar who asked to watch the night together, Old Tang didn't refuse either. In his opinion, there would be no danger at all, so it's better to let this kid from a rich family stay and talk to him.

"Aren't you going to sleep much?" Old Tang looked at Caesar, who was next to him with his eyes open. He straightened his chair and stared out the window, as if he was thinking about something.

"No, I've had enough sleep today." Caesar's pretty face was hidden in the darkness, and the light from outside shone through the car window and hit his golden hair: "It's just for you to watch."

Old Tang smiled and shook his head, gestured at the rifle in his hand: "I have a gun, I don't need your help."

Caesar didn't say anything, but just rolled down the window to let the gentle evening wind from the outside flow into the narrow space. Caesar knew very well that the enemy might still find him and his party. At that time, the ordinary person like Old Tang would be the most dangerous that one.

As a priest of Bahamut, Caesar felt that he had an obligation to protect ordinary people who were infested by evil, so he volunteered to stay with Old Tang.

"It's boring anyway, why don't you come and chat." Old Tang also straightened up: "Little Golden Retriever, you can speak Chinese better than me. You didn't go to an international school back then, did you?"

Old Tang went to elementary school in Huaxia back then, and he studied in a small county on the southeast coast. There was an international school in that county, where children from other people's families went to study. There were several little white people and little black people studying.

"No, my mother and I were in a unit compound at the time, and we were studying at the school for the children of that unit." Caesar recalled his childhood. There were many people from all over Beiping, and there were many unit compounds. Counting the time, Caesar's childhood should be regarded as the last glory of the children of the courtyard.

"I remember that there was a big movie theater in that yard, and there were many crickets in the grass next to the movie theater." Caesar recalled: "When it rained at night, those crickets would jump on the steps of the movie theater. Friends will catch them."

If Caesar had a choice, he would rather stay in the small and warm Khrushchev House in Peking than in the spacious but deserted Gattuso Manor in Italy.

Hearing Caesar's words, Old Tang was a little surprised: "I remember that Huaxia is very strict with foreigners."

"Our family," Caesar scratched his head, and finally said perfunctorily: "It has something to do with it."

Old Tang saw that Caesar was unwilling to speak, so he didn't ask any more questions, but continued, "What about your father, does he earn a lot?"

A trace of embarrassment and disgust flashed across Caesar's face: "Actually, my uncle is in charge of my family's business. My father is the kind of..."

"Playboy?" Old Tang answered, "Or a prodigal?"

"It's all," Caesar sighed. In such an atmosphere, he was willing to tear off a little bit of disguise: "He only has fun, spends money like running water, and changes men or women every night."

"No wonder your mother wants to take you out." Old Tang nodded, "Think about the good, my family is worse than yours."

"Your father also likes to have sex with dogs?" Caesar revealed Pompeii's little secret without hesitation. Anyway, Old Tang would never have anything to do with the Gattuso family in his life. This kind of excitement of secretly leaking secrets made Caesar He licked his lips.

"No, I don't have a family anymore. Since I dropped out of high school, I have lost ties with my family." Old Tang patted Caesar on the shoulder: "The family wanted me to be a dentist or an engineer or something, but I I like life better now."

"By the way, how is your mother?" Old Tang asked, he could see that Caesar loved his mother very much.

"Divorced, now we are separated by an ocean, but I still follow my father." Caesar showed a hint of envy: "If only I could be like you."

"It's absolutely fine, you look so strong, you must be a good bounty hunter." Old Tang's eyes lit up: "I'll give you a website later, we can set out missions together in the future."

"No, you don't understand. In fact, Italians are very similar to Chinese people, and they value family members." Caesar moved his body, and the light shone on his side face, like an oil painting by Branlen.

"I hate that irresponsible father and the family atmosphere, but I can't let go of the family's career and honor. Do you understand me?" Caesar explained, he hated the annoying Gattuso family, But I have to admit that Gattuso has made great contributions to the dragon slaying over the years.

Caesar was unwilling to deny the contributions made by those predecessors, but he couldn't separate those sacrifices and glory from this despicable family, so he could only continue this way of getting along with each other.

"I probably understand, just like my father always said that he wants to honor his ancestors and spread his branches and leaves." Old Tang lit a cigarette he bought just now: "Do you mind, smoking?"

"You can do whatever you want." Caesar shook his head.

"If you want me to tell you, don't think so much. You can do whatever you want," Old Tang took a puff and shook the ash out of the window: "In modern society, a person can live well."

As he said that, Old Tang also began to tell his own story. Unlike other honest Chinese academics, Old Tang was not a safe guy since he was a child, especially after he came to the United States.

"The first time I came to the United States, I was fooled by that shabby elementary school," Old Tang said about the situation when he first came to the United States: "All kinds of facilities are shabby, bullying emerges endlessly, and many people are involved in drugs."

"People from outside gangs find older children in the school and recommend hemp grass and red beans in the school." Old Tang said with dancing: "I am a Chinese, and I am good-looking, and those people just look at me and ask for money."

"He fucked, the domestic children are all hands-on, no matter how bad it is to use steel pipes." Old Tang talked about his experience back then, still a little scared: "Here is directly shot, you know a ten-year-old boy was shot with a gun What does it feel like on the head?"

"Later, I couldn't take it anymore, so I made some money secretly, found a few big brothers from the middle school next door, and became their little brothers for a while, and finally suppressed those who bullied me."

Thinking back to this point, Old Tang also sighed: "That's why, you don't understand the hardships of us people. Later, you were forced by your family to go to high school, and you can't study any more. You can only go out Work hard."

Shaking his head, the atmosphere in the car became a little sad. In the atmosphere just now, the two of them unknowingly said something that was buried in their hearts. Old Tang threw the cigarette butt out of the car, and turned around and said:

"Don't talk about this kind of thing anymore. Every family has their own hard-to-read scriptures. Let me tell you the story of when I was exploring the ruins of the Inca pyramids in the tropical rainforest."

As he spoke, Old Tang told the story of his adventure in a tropical rainforest in South America when he was entrusted by someone.

And not far away, a commissioner of the executive department was investigating suspicious persons near the town. Suddenly, behind him, there was a creaking sound of feet stepping on the stone.

The commissioner of the executive department suddenly turned his head, and the flashlight under the gun caught a person in a black robe. The commissioner of the executive department immediately said: "Suspicious target found, location ****, ****."

But surprisingly, there was no echo in the walkie-talkie, not even the noise from the current passing through.

"Damn it," the commissioner immediately raised the muzzle of the gun, but found that his body seemed to be bound, and his hand was moving involuntarily, as if it had its own will.

In the silence, the commissioner watched in despair as his body moved. He first put down the rifle in his hand, then took out the pistol at his waist. The cold muzzle pierced his soft mouth, and then...

Snapped!
The muffled gunshots echoed in the lonely environment, and the pistol with the silencer made a short and slight sound. The death of a life only needs to accelerate a pea-sized copper particle to 300 meters per second.

The man in black who saw all this just smiled excitedly and morbidly under the cover of the hood, showing his blackened gums.

The man in black walked towards the brightly lit town in the distance. He knew very well that his goal was in it, and after completing this great task, he would be promoted from a bishop to an envoy, a further glorious evolution.

The man in black walked through a forest full of dead trees, stepped on the rough stones on the ground, and walked towards the truck parking lot. The enemy was very smart. They lost the car with the locator, but the course of action was too single. Their location can be found with a little extrapolation.

The bishop once again showed a morbid smile, touching his cheeks with white scales. The excessive evolution drug dragon veins had already hurt his nerves, turning him into a terrifying weapon that defies pain. This person is getting closer to Deadpool At the same time, it also made him more deadly.

In the dim light of the parking lot, a truck with a tattered front was parked there. These heretics who didn't know how to evolve didn't even make the necessary cover-ups. In the eyes of the bishop, this was the blind arrogance of the heretics.

Old Tang was chatting with Caesar, when he suddenly saw a man in black from the window groping towards the car, his strange appearance made Old Tang alert.

"You stay here," Old Tang said with a gentle smile on his back, "I'll go down and smoke a cigarette."

Old Tang didn't want Caesar to get out of the car. In his opinion, he, the bodyguard, should protect Caesar. As he spoke, Old Tang opened the car door and walked towards the man in black.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Old Tang walked over and saw the sickly cheeks of the man in black and the scale-like attachments on his skin: "Do you want me to find a doctor for you?"

The bishop looked at the man in front of him. He knew that Old Tang, an adventurous bounty hunter who used various bounty missions to run around the world, was a smoke bomb sent by Kassel College.

And the revenge of the religious order, let's start with this lowly ordinary person.

Thinking of this, the bishop raised his arm, ready to release his own spirit of speech, Arachne, this spirit of speech is the superior of the spirit of speech, snake, and further manipulate the enemy's body by manipulating bioelectricity.

Therefore, this word spirit was named after Arachne, a woman who was turned into a spider in Greek mythology. Those electric currents are like spider silk, trapping its enemies.

Now, the tiny bioelectricity is sent out along the bishop's arm, and enters into Old Tang's body in a way that neither conforms to Ohm's law nor Joule's law, manipulating his nerves wantonly.

But the bishop realized something was wrong in an instant, his speech spirit was trembling in the body of the man in front of him, and those tiny electric currents were thrown back by a huge force, carrying an extremely terrifying message:

"Mortal, dare to overstep!"

The sound of the Hong Zhong Da Lu version rushed from the bishop's fingertips all the way to the top of his head, and exploded in his skull. The bishop's body suddenly knelt down, and the scaly forehead hit the ground, bleeding black and red blood.

"Holy shit, buddy, don't scare me." Old Tang was taken aback. He thought the person in front of him was a bad guy, but he didn't think he was a lunatic. Before the Chinese New Year, he knocked himself out.

As he said that, Old Tang wanted to help him up, but was stopped by someone. Caesar stood beside him, frowned and looked at the man lying on the ground, and said, "Be careful, there might be a problem."

"That's right, I think it's probably drug use." Old Tang put his hands away: "There are scales on the face, it should be some kind of skin disease."

"Do you want to call the police?" Old Tang took out his mobile phone and was about to call 911, but Caesar stopped him.

"It seems that someone is coming." Caesar stopped Old Tang from moving. Along with the conversation between the two, an ambulance with the logo of St. Elizabeth's Psychiatric Hospital stopped in front of them. A man in black is strapped to a stretcher.

"Are you all right?" One of the medical staff asked, "This patient has overdosed and has contagious skin diseases. Don't touch him."

"No, no," Old Tang waved his hands hastily, "He just fell down like this?"

"Epilepsy, this gang of drug addicts is like this. We wouldn't be willing to accept him if he didn't have some money at home." As they spoke, the medical staff tied up the man a little more tightly, and the two worked together to transport the man to the hospital. car.

"It's really dangerous. Fortunately, you are here." Old Tang heaved a sigh of relief. The guy who thought he was difficult to deal with turned out to be a mentally ill patient with holes in his brain.

But Caesar was full of suspicion. He knew very well that the man just now was a dangerous person who was about to turn into a dead waiter, but such a person knelt down in front of Old Tang without saying a word. What happened?

Afterwards, the vibration of the mobile phone in his trouser pocket interrupted Caesar's thoughts. He turned on the mobile phone and saw the message from Ender: "Don't be nervous, it was the protective item I gave Ronald just now."

Caesar's doubts were suppressed, and it didn't seem unacceptable if Mr. Ander made the move.

"What are you looking at?" Old Tang asked.

"No, nothing." Caesar put the phone away: "It's just a message from home."

On the other side, the restrained bishop lost his breath in the car. His body was intact, but his spirit had already collapsed.

"It's really bold enough to dare to attack the King of Bronze and Fire." The special team of the executive department communicated.

"But it seems that the other party has not been awakened?"

"It's just a conditioned reflex, just like the hand-holding reflex after being burned."

(End of this chapter)