Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 56 Caring for the Lonely and Widowed Elderly
After becoming a member of the Secret Party Presbyterian Church, Ander was dragged back to the United States non-stop by Anger.

With some time to go before Beowulf's child was born, Ender decided to tackle another instability.

"Have you delivered the things you were asked to send?"

Ander sat on a plane flying across the Atlantic Ocean and asked Angers.

"Penicillin strains, pharmaceutical production lines, industrial lathes...you want a lot. I entrusted a friend from the UK to Hong Kong Island to send them to China."

Ender nodded in satisfaction, joining the secret party is not without benefits.

"I thought you would give Huaxia more help?"

Anger seemed a little strange to Ander's behavior. With his ability, not to mention a few machines, it would not be a problem to kill the five-star emperor.

Ender shook his head.

"You underestimate Huaxia too much, Angers, don't treat them as lowly beggars and give them alms."

"They are a group of human beings with ideals, just watch, even without me, Huaxia will still win this war."

Angers closed his eyes, ignoring Ander who was chattering on the sidelines. Although he joined the U.S. military, it was just a name. He didn't care who won or lost in the war in the Northern Dynasties.

"By the way, remember to keep an eye on the islanders, I'm worried that those people will be restless."

"There are only a few half-grown children left in the Bajia of Sheqi, and I guarantee that they will not appear in the Northern Dynasty."

Angers in this life did not have a tattoo on his back, mainly because he was worried that the transformation technique would fail when tattooing, but his powerful strength still conquered the Bajia of Sheqi, just like the famous Khan of Tongliao said:

A mushroom cloud in Hiroshima sent Dad to the Snaki Hachi Family.

"Instead of worrying about island countries, it's better to worry about the mixed race in North America."

The United States is a magical land. Tens of thousands of years ago, bison ran wildly here, and the wind of freedom blew this land.

After the colonists with bacteria and guns arrived, their barren minds were filled with the wind of freedom.

The sparsely populated environment here is naturally a hotbed for anarchists, especially for those mixed races.

North American mixed races seldom settle on the east coast. They prefer the unfettered central and southern regions, where they are big landowners with tens of thousands of acres of fertile land, and they can play the game of being emperor on their farms.

And the leader of these mixed races was the famous sheriff of Texas: Sir Henkel.

You must know that people in Texas have some problems with their heads, which are more obvious in these mixed races. Therefore, for a long time at the beginning, the main job of Sheriff Henkel, nicknamed Kuaishou Henkel, was to mediate those mixed races. kind of contradiction.

Until one day, a team of high-risk mixed races attacked the town where Henkel was located. At that time, he had just got off work and was getting drunk at the bar.

Hearing the cry for help, Henkel emptied the bullet in the revolver without looking up, and then asked the bartender for a glass of whiskey.

Those flying bullets pierced through the windows of the bar, and pierced the brains from the eyes of those hybrids. Before they could even kill a human being, they died under Henkel's alchemy revolver "Texas Dawn".

The strong strength made Henkel famous in the first battle, and he was elected as the local mixed leader by those rough mixed-race cowboys.

"We are going this time to convince Henkel."

Anger introduced Henkel's story to Ander, and if he wanted to make the North American mixed race obedient, he had to get Henkel down first.

"I'm good at convincing people."

Ender patted his chest confidently. For Ender, things that can be solved with tongue are nothing.

A few days later, Sir Henkel's home in Texas, USA.

Although he is known as Sir Henkel, Henkel does not own the title of a certain kingdom, it is just a nickname.

Sir Henkel doesn't live in the castle either. He has a beautiful house in a small town. The residents of the town know Henkel as an old sheriff with accurate marksmanship. He always has a little western cowboy taste in his work. .

Old Hangao lived alone. Every day he would ride his horse to inspect the land, chat with the mixed-race families in the east, or go to the bar for a drink after completing the inspection. His life was simple and monotonous.

After completing the day's work, the old man Henkel returned home with a little drunk, washed up a few times, put on a loose nightgown and lay down on the bed.

His wife had died long ago, and his son had run away. Poor old man Gao lived alone with his horse, and the spacious house looked deserted.

Caring for the lonely and widowed elderly.

Henkel closed his eyes. He is now over 70 years old, even if the body function of the mixed race will decline by this time, he has not noticed that some yellow gas has filled the whole room at this time.

"Did you drink too much today?"

Henkel fell asleep drunk. He could vaguely hear something moving, but he was so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers.

"Maybe it's a mouse."

Henkel had a dream. He dreamed that he was fighting a huge dragon. The dragon had golden scales and looked so graceful.

Henkel's chest tightened suddenly. He turned around and found Angers standing behind him, holding his favorite gun in his hand, and hit him in the back mercilessly, just like he did to Angers back then. Do that.

Henkel woke up panting and found himself buried in the soil with his head exposed. The soil seemed to be controlled by some force, leaving a gap in his chest so that he would not suffocate.

There were two people standing in front of him, one of whom appeared in a dream, his former friend: Hilbert Jean Angers.

"Ange, you %&%%￥#@#*%..."

Years of life in Texas allowed Sir Henkel to accumulate a wealth of swear words. Words starting with F popped out of his mouth like machine guns, and swept through his eighteen generations of ancestors and female relatives centered on Angers.

"Calm down Henkel, there is a guest."

Angers had a playful smile on his face. When Ender planned to have some physical communication with Henkel, Angers knew that it was time to watch a good show. Although he would not use this method to deal with Henkel, he could see It is still very interesting to be deflated by a person who has backstabbed himself.

So Angers watched Ander stun Henkel with the breath of the dragon, and buried him in the soil next to the house with magic.

This gave Angers the pleasure of a successful prank, maybe this is childlike innocence, after all, men are still teenagers until they die.

Ender tidied up his clothes, walked out slowly, and said very politely to Henkel who was buried in the ground:

"Sir Henkel, I'm here to negotiate terms."

"Do I still have a choice?"

"Of course, I'm very democratic. Do you want the revolver or the axe?"

"Can I choose the third one?"

"Sorry Sir Henkel, American democracy is like this, you can only choose the less thin of two shits to swallow."

(End of this chapter)