Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 555 The Ruthless Person in the Executive Department
Chu Zihang looked back at the manor, Finger and Ling's sudden arrival caught him off guard, but fortunately Lu Mingfei had already solved this problem, saving him the trouble of blowing Finger's head off effort.

The anesthesia bombs brought by Huaxia have been exhausted, and most of the remaining live ammunition is terrifyingly powerful. Even if Chu Zihang is ruthless, it will be difficult for him to turn his classmates into a mixture of tomato sauce and tofu brain.

There are always those kind of ruthless people in the executive department, they can unceremoniously attack the companions around them, no matter whether they are polluted by dragon blood or bewitched by other humans.

But Chu Zihang couldn't do it, probably because he wasn't as cold as he showed.

At this moment, Chu Zihang's complexion changed, his two sword eyebrows twisted into a ball, he squatted down and put his palms on the ground.

He could feel the ground shaking, and something was coming here.

"come yet?"

Chu Zihang said to himself, the voice was very soft, hidden in the rustling of the leaves, he took out the grenade on his waist, with a brass dragon's head painted on it, and started on the only way to the manor What is arranged.

In a modified Jeep, the hose in Schneider's neck bobs up and down with the bumps, making his throat tickle, but he doesn't mind the itching he's grown accustomed to over the years.

"Minister, why do you have to come here in person, your body..." A young girl next to her looked nervous. She just graduated from Kassel College last year. She has been doing paperwork since she entered the executive department, and she was not allowed to go out until recently Opportunity.

The young girl packed her luggage with great interest, and ran to France with the seniors who were very powerful at first glance, and then she found that she was still too young.

She spent a week in France with a group of seniors just to find some second-year students at Kassel Academy.

The girl's mood at that time was as delicate as if she could only go to the construction site to collect ashes after graduating from a graduate student in civil engineering.

In the midst of her sigh of being unappreciated, an order came, and her team was packed and sent to the plane and flew to Germany. When she landed, she saw the extremely eye-catching figure beside her:

Executive Director, Schneider.

"Assistant Executive Illaoi, you don't need to care about my body." Schneider said calmly, his voice was like a banshee scratching the blackboard with her nails, which made people's skin crawl.

"Yes... yes, I understand." Illaoi avoided Schneider's sight in a panic, and looked at the forest outside the window. She knew that what she was going to was the Cassel Manor, the holy land of the Secret Party.

As a high-achieving student from the history department, she naturally knew what it meant, but she had never been there, and she was looking forward to it for a while.

At this moment, the fire in the woods outside the window flashed away.

boom!
"Get down!"

"Enemy attack!"

Schneider held down the back of Illaoi's head and pushed her under the seat. The violent explosion hit the car body, and the specially treated glass cracked and trembled like spring ice floes, and then exploded into countless pieces.

In the metal storm composed of glass and shrapnel, the members of the fully armed executive department could only tremble, but the anger in their hearts continued to grow.

The surrounding sounds gradually subsided, and the flames gradually extinguished in the surrounding humid environment. Schneider brushed off the glass shards on his body

"A booby trap?"

Schneider muttered to himself, the explosion came from under a tree by the side of the road, and it wasn't too powerful. Facing the heavily armed executive officers, it was only enough to draw a few bloodstains on their bodies.

"The means of a child."

Schneider grinned disdainfully, and got out of the car under the protection of the commissioner next to him. After noticing that Finger and Zero had left, Schneider keenly sensed that something was wrong between the two, and immediately dispatched a small team to Germany.

If it weren't for the Gattuso and Laurent families who couldn't command him, more people would come here.

"Get out of the car and walk, and advance steadily towards the Cassel Manor, don't disperse." Schneider looked around, the forest was so quiet that it made people panic, and added: "The machine gunner is ready to suppress fire."

Under the roar just now, the forest road leading to the Cassel Manor is now eerily quiet. The members of the executive department formed a battle formation and slowly moved forward while scouting the surrounding situation.

At this moment, a grenade with a brass dragon head printed on it was thrown from the woods, bounced on the ground, and landed right in the middle of the team.

Schneider immediately shouted in that broken voice: "Take No. [-] potion, keep your mind clear, it's just an anesthesia bomb."

A little yellow smoke gushed out from the grenade, and the members of the executive department calmly took out the antidote, opened their sleeves, and injected it from the arm.

But Schneider, who was surrounded in the middle, was unmoved, watched the yellow smoke spread calmly, pulled out the pistol on his waist, and shot at the bushes where the grenade was thrown.

The bullet hit the tree trunk, sawdust splattered, Schneider flicked his wrist, the muzzle of the gun moved sideways, and the flames of the muzzle soared. A figure flashed between the trees, followed by a muffled groan.

At this moment, Illaoi, the girl next to Schneider, suddenly shook a few times, and then fell to the ground with a snap.

"How come, the antidote doesn't work." A commissioner shook his sleepy head. The drug they administered just now was a special drug for Friga's anesthetic, and it also has a strong effect on other types of anesthetics.

"Because it's not an anesthetic, it's a non-toxic and harmless sleeping pill." Chu Zihang walked out from the darkness and watched his former teammates fall to the ground one by one. Only Schneider was still standing there, wearing a windbreaker, looking Like a lonely vampire.

"Mr. Schneider, don't you want to sleep?" Chu Zihang asked his former instructor as he wiped away the blood on his cheeks from the bullets.

Schneider walked out of the light yellow mist, looked at the former reserve ace of the executive department, his muscular face trembled slightly, and said calmly: "I haven't slept well for a long time. In order to maintain my life, those people in the medical department went to I have a lot of things injected into my veins."

If you can describe Schneider's state in an easy-to-understand way, it is that there is no trace of blood in the stimulant. After the Greenland incident that year, his body was torn apart, and now he can only rely on machinery and drugs to hang himself.

"Is that so, then I'm sorry." Chu Zihang raised the rifle in his hand: "The last anesthesia grenade has been used up, and I only have live ammunition in my hand now, Mr. Schneider, surrender."

"You think you can capture me?" Schneider raised his pistol at the same time, but aimed at his own temple instead of Chu Zihang in front of him.

There is no shortage of ruthless people in the executive department, whether it is ruthless to others or ruthless to oneself.

(End of this chapter)