Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 509
Ender didn't like the sea, it was damp and deep, filled with a dampness he hated.

But to rank his least favorite terrain, it must be the tropical rainforest full of swamps and giant trees. Not only is the air full of humidity, but there is no sunshine he likes.

At this moment, in Brazil, Rio de Janeiro, Ender is sitting on the sofa, thinking sadly how to spend the next rainforest life happily, but outside this luxury hotel, there is a slum that is clearly separated from it.

This is the city of God. The meaning of this sentence does not refer to the belief of the local people, but means that living here can only be resigned to God, waiting for God to take him away.

Even for mixed races, this is the same here. The South American branch has always been one of the branches with the highest death rate. There are many mixed races who have crossed the bottom line in the layers of slums, facing those fledgling commissioners. Stretch out their sharp claws.

This situation has not been alleviated until the last few months. A group of people with eastern faces were transferred to the Brazilian branch by Angers. Their combat effectiveness is not weak, and their detection capabilities are even better. In just three months, they Increased task completion rate by ten percent.

These people are the Fumo family, one of the Sheqi Eight Clans. They used to be the killers of the Sheqi Eight Clans. As long as the family has an order, they can teach the Japanese Prime Minister what it means to be open-minded.

As sharp knives, they don't have much self-will. Even Fuma Kotaro, who is the head of the house, doesn't have his own name, but has always used the name of the original head of the house as a code name.

This structure has greatly improved their stability, and also allowed them to be successfully accepted by Angers after the disappearance of the Eight Sheqi Clans, and distributed to various branches that lacked people.

As the head of the family, Kotaro Fuma and some elites were dispatched to the South American branch. Their task was not to support the local branch, but to recover the dragon veins produced by the eight Snake Qi families in the past.

In the past, the Evolution Sect relied on Yamata no Orochi to extract a large number of evolution medicine dragon veins from its blood. Some of these medicines were kept by the traitors in the Yaki Hachi family, and the other part was sent to South America, and then circulated in the black markets of various places. In the end, there were countless Deadpools in the slums of South America.

Now, Fumo Kotaro half-kneeled in front of Ange and Ander, reporting his achievements these days to them.

As a qualified knife, Fuma Kotaro doesn't care about human rights and other ignorant things. He and the Fuma family have very simple rules. Bind people, ask for information, and then pour cement and throw them into the sea in Rio de Janeiro .

"I understand the truth, why do you need to pour cement?" Ender couldn't help complaining: "It's better to just bury it."

Fumo Kotaro was stunned for a moment, and then replied after a long silence: "In this way, it is more like a gangster."

"This side seems to prefer skinning off, or hanging heads on poles," Angers interrupted, "but let's keep hearing what he has to say."

Fuma Kotaro breathed a sigh of relief, and continued talking.

In the past three months, after pouring no less than [-] concrete piles, this group of ninja killers who were about to turn into civil engineering dustmen finally found a major culprit, and he was the main recipient of the dragon veins back then.

Even though he was just a young man, Fuma Kotaro still cautiously chased after him. The other party was well informed and fled to the vast Amazon rainforest early on. However, Fuma Patriarch still caught the other party's little tail.

So, after entering the rainforest, Fumo Kotaro followed the escape trajectory of the opponent all the way, and just when he was about to catch up with that person, a sudden change occurred.

"Suddenly there was a pyramid in the rain forest, and a giant snake with wings was entrenched on the tower," Fuma Kotaro vividly described the situation at that time: "The giant snake rolled up a whirlwind and blew me off the tree. I went to that area again, but I couldn’t find that place again.”

"Then you found this inscription there?" Anger frowned, and clicked on the photo in his hand.

Fuma Kotaro nodded: "Yes, this stele suddenly appeared like a pyramid, and there are some human bones around it, which were absolutely not there before."

Anger looked at the mission report in his hand and nodded: "You go out first."

"Yes." Fumo Kotaro answered with a bow, then reincarnated and left, leaving Ander and Anger sitting on the sofa.

"The time is right," Anger said, pointing to the time on the report, "it's exactly when Hela releases the spirit of speech."

"That speech spirit has caused quite a commotion, and the Doom faction is going to freak out." Ender smiled and nodded. Hella's speech spirit exposed the location of the Nibelungen on Earth, which naturally included Doomsday Send that fake.

At that time, the Doomsday faction was in chaos, and the fluctuations caused by the words spirit were not small, and even the temperature-maintaining modules failed for a while. According to Qiao Weini, many guinea fowls in the chicken farm died.

"According to the report, the Nibelungen should have been transferred?" Angers frowned. "Or is there a problem at the border because of Hella's words?"

"It's all possible. You can't be sure until there." Ender spread his hands, raised his head randomly and said, "Look, how can you get in without me."

"Use Agent Orange to destroy the rainforest in that area, and then release cloud bombs?" Anger tilted his head, and calmly said a crazy plan, and Ender complained helplessly:
"This is the style of the Americans. As a British, you should provoke the two dragon kings to fight each other and be an excellent shit stirrer."

"Sorry, I've been in the United States for a long time." Ange shrugged, but kept opening and closing the pocket knife. For him, this was a rare opportunity, an opportunity that he had been waiting for for a hundred years.

Angers stood up, walked to the window of the hotel, and looked at the slums with dim lights in the distance. A hundred years ago, he never thought about today, but now, everything is finally coming to an end.

His vengeance, his rage, will be dissipated in this operation.

Snapped!
"What are you pretending to be?" Ander slapped Angers on the back: "An old rascal, why pretend to be deep, don't act like you are dying, the days are still long."

Anger showed a wry smile. As a giant dragon, Ender always viewed everything with his own concept of time, but he knew that even if he was carrying dragon's blood, he was still an old man.

"Ah, it looks like I'm going to die again, I'm going to die," Ender pouted: "Don't be so virtuous, believe me, you will survive, there are still many places we haven't ventured before."

"So, live on and witness my legend, Ange." Ender stretched out a fist and said with a smile: "It's a deal?"

Anger smiled, and bumped fists with Ander: "It's a deal."

(End of this chapter)