Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 440
Texas, a state that perfectly implements the spirit of the United States, upholds the principle that everyone has a gun and he is stable. This is a natural reserve for American mixed races.

Compared with those desperate people who landed in the United States on the Mayflower, many of the mixed-races who came to open up this new continent were of a different kind, the descendants of those European mixed-race families who could not get along.

They came to the United States with a sum of start-up funds given by the family, bought land on the huge plains in the south-central United States, and lived a life of alcoholism, hunting, and scalping landlords in the decadent years abandoned by the family.

The days passed like this for 200 years, until the end of the First World War, Europe was shattered, the original most powerful secret party lost its elite in the month of mourning, the major mixed-race families were involved in the war, and then the group of abandoned people in the United States Waste looked at his hometown, and was surprised to find that the old family had already declined, and he became the strongest one.

Most of the thirteen families in the United States can trace their ancestors back to a certain European mixed-race family. The original family was destroyed in successive years of war, so these exiles inherited the family name and dominated the United States.

This may be a kind of lying win, but it is undeniable that the mixed races in the United States have lived very well in recent years.

But now, Henkel, the leader of the North American mixed race, is sitting like a needle in his yard. When he was young, the mixed race in the United States was not that strong, and everyone was in a decadence abandoned by Europe.

It was this kind of decadence that created a group of mixed races like Henkel who wanted to change the status quo at that time. They walked out of the industry accumulated by their ancestors, began to communicate with Europe, and began to participate in the politics of the United States. The days are changing day by day. it is good.

Do hard days make strong, and strong days make life easy, but alas, easy days make weak.

A hundred years have passed, and the lives of the mixed races in the United States are becoming more and more reckless. The business is booming, and Europe is weak. The green dollar bills grew, and a kind of ambition that shouldn't have started to swell.

The leader among them is Henkel's grandson, Henkel Jr. Sir Henkel's son married very early. Perhaps because of his blood, he had no children. It was not until the 80s, with the development of test tube technology, that he gave birth to a child with modern technology.

A few years after the child was born, Henkel's incompetent son died of drinking too much. This guy lived under the shadow of his father all his life.

This child born with technology does have characteristics different from ordinary mixed races. Unlike those red necks who only know how to drink, pick up girls and barbecue, he is more rational, and he has been interested in economics and business since he was very young.

After graduating from Kassel College, little Henkel went to Harvard and wandered among the business elites, causing Sir Henkel's property to inflate like an inflated ball. Thinking of this, old Henkel sighed.

Money always makes people lose their minds. In the vortex of business, little Henkel was fascinated by the eyes. Under the promise of a lot of money from the island country Saki Hachi, he led a team of mixed races who supported him to attack Kassel college.

Then, he was defeated, completely defeated, completely defeated.

The old man poured a glass of whiskey, trying to use alcohol to suppress the sorrow in his heart, he was already old, he was too old to hold the gun in his hand, he was always nagging and repeating a sentence, and he was too old to control himself Can't live with those young kids.

On the surface, he is still the leader of the American mixed race, but secretly, he is just an old man who can't even control his grandson.

Ding Dong!

The doorbell rang, and Henkel got up from the rocking chair, walked through the green and yellow grass, and saw two familiar figures at the door of the house. Angers and Ander stood at the door, and behind them was a man in clean clothes. A man in work uniform, he lowered his head, not daring to look into Henkel's eyes.

"Hey, long time no see, old cowboy," Ender greeted with a smile, "I brought your grandson, come and meet this young man who has undergone labor reform."

The old man froze there, with a little excitement in his eyes, and turned his head away randomly. His grandson led a team to attack Kassel and then disappeared. He always thought that the ashes of this kid had been thrown away.

"You have become merciful Angers." Old Hangao opened the door and said a word without beginning and end. Angers showed a victorious smile and said with a gentlemanly humility: "I am an educator now , I am always extra tolerant to those children who make mistakes."

"Fortunately, he didn't cause casualties. According to the school's rules, he should have a period of labor education." Anger patted the back of little Henkel and said.

"That's right, we found a decent job for Little Henkao, responsible for cleaning the sewers and toilets of the college." Ender nodded: "For the half-year probationary period, he has done a good job. "

Little Han Gao's face was calm, and there was a kind of numbness in his eyes. He looked at his familiar grandfather, lowered his head and said, "Grandpa, I'm back."

Old Han Gao sighed, took his grandson's arm, and dragged him into the house, Angers and Ander followed behind him, Hen Gao's house was like his, not much taken care of, exuding a wild atmosphere .

The old man quickly settled his grandson, turned around and walked in front of Ander and the two of them. The three of them sat down in the courtyard. The old man looked at them. They were rivals, but they were more familiar with each other than best friends.

But Ander and Angers have something that they don't have: ambition.

Henkel's eyes are always fixed on his own small town, while Ange and Ander see farther and are more greedy. Henkel has always felt that this kind of greed is the secret of their energy.

Henkel's back bent down, he looked at Angers, his tone was a little unwilling, then he calmed down, took out a stack of documents from under the recliner and said: "This is the property of thirteen companies in North America, I think, maybe the secret The party will need these things."

"I can no longer control those young children," Henkel's eyes flashed a trace of ruthlessness: "Instead of letting them die at the hands of the secret party, it is better to let them join you, North America is too small to accommodate the second force .”

Henkel has been arguing with Angers all his life. In fact, he has long known that he cannot compete with Angers, but people always have that breath. Now that the breath has been vented, Henkel has aged a lot.

Ander and Anger looked at each other, and Ander spread his hands and said, "Actually...the college's business ability is not good."

"what?"

"So... just keep these things, we are here for other things."

"whats the matter?"

"fishing."

(End of this chapter)