Dragon Race: Dragon of Eternal Time

Chapter 149 Hell Shura
"..." The old cowboy was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Okay, what do you need me to do?"

"It's very simple. An investigative team from the school board will arrive at the college tomorrow. You can use your position as vice-principal to meet them for me, and try to delay the time for me." Angers stuffed a cigar into his mouth and lit it.

"I understand, leave this matter to me. I'm good at socializing. Isn't it just drinking? Will you reimburse me for drinking? I don't have any money." The old cowboy spread his hands, "All my assets are used to study alchemy. You know, that thing is a bottomless pit for swallowing money."

"Of course, as long as you can bring down those guys from the investigation team, you can drink as much as you want, and all the expenses will be paid from my private account." Anger exhaled a puff of smoke and said very straightforwardly.

"I didn't expect my virtual function as the vice principal to come in handy at this time." The old cowboy laughed at himself.

"No, my friend, it is because of your 'discipline' that the order of our Kassel College can be maintained so well." Angers picked up the umbrella he brought, stood up, and opened the door of the room. Door.

The cold wind from outside rushed in, blowing Angers' silver hair wildly.

"Hello, Angers." The old cowboy suddenly stopped Angers.

Holding a black umbrella, Angers stopped, didn't speak or look back, just stood quietly in front of the door.

"You only think about revenge, and you have driven yourself to a dead end. What awaits you is destruction. What do you think of yourself? Nemesis?" The old cowboy asked Angers behind Angers.

The rain was like a string of dense bead curtains, falling from the edge of Angers' umbrella. He raised his head silently, looked at the dark sky, and slowly exhaled a puff of pure white smoke: "You are wrong, it is revenge!" God."

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Central control room late at night.

Under the instruction of Principal Angers, all daily affairs were stopped tonight, and even the entrances and exits were completely blocked. From ordinary staff to professors, no one had the right to enter this room.

Although the daily affairs have stopped, all the computer screens are lit up, and the "popping" sound of typing on the keyboard is even denser and louder than before.

Because tonight a mysterious organization has entered here, and that is the organization that controls the power of public opinion - the News Department of Kassel College.

The head of the Ministry of Information, Fingal, was sitting in the seat that only professors on duty could take on weekdays.He carelessly set his feet on the expensive walnut table, on which were stacks of thick papers and rows of red Coke cans.

There are also many useless papers and empty Coke cans scattered under the table.

Fingel's eyes were red, and he stared at the computer screen in front of him like a wild beast, which refreshed at a high speed. All the information about Superman and superpowers in the world was transmitted to the computer in front of him.

He received an order from Angers and began to deal with the video that Chu Zihang took during his mission, the posts on the news forum and other details.

That is the so-called washing coal balls.Whether it's discrediting someone or whitewashing someone, as the "King of Paparazzi", he is professional.Coupled with his unparalleled hacking skills, this task is his.

"Minister, here is a 'Tianya Community' post about Chu Zihang's use of the word spirit 'Jun Yan' to set fire to a fire during a recent mission, and was witnessed and photographed, although he didn't have a face, But it was enough for the group of school board members to analyze based on the time that this is Chu Zihang himself." A section chief of the news department reported loudly.

"Don't call me for this kind of trivial matter. I have the administrator privileges there. You log in with my administrator privileges, modify the time of posting, and then limit the flow of posts. Try to be as secret as possible, and don't leave any clues. , go, do as I say." Fingel waved his hand in awe-inspiring manner.

"The brother of the Associated Press offered a thousand dollars, as long as he pays him a thousand dollars, he will take down the report published on their website!" Someone shouted loudly.

"Give it to him." Fingel waved his hand again.

"As expected of our king!" A younger brother standing behind him praised him while massaging his shoulders.

"Come on, try to resolve this matter nicely before those guys from the investigation team react!" Fingel clapped his hands.

"Then...can you pay us back after this task is completed?" the younger brother asked cautiously.

"That's all it takes?" Fingel turned his head and squinted at him. "The principal said that as long as we complete this task well, he will clear all the debts on our credit card."

The younger brother suddenly regained his energy, and all his sleepiness disappeared: "From now on, Chu Zihang is a perfect person in our eyes. If anyone dares to say something bad about Chu Zihang, we will never end with him!"

"It's not over with him!" The paparazzi who were busy in front of their notebooks raised their hands and shouted together.

This group of people are all Finger's creditors. In order to get their money back, they can only succumb to Finger's coercion. It's uncle.

"Boss, here is a video about Chu Zihang, it's not easy to deal with..." someone said.

"Project it on the big central screen!" Fingel raised his head and took a sip of Coke.

A black and white picture appeared on the big screen, the picture quality was very blurry, and there were flickering snowflake particles.It should be a picture taken by an old-fashioned camera.

In the picture is a quiet old building in the dead of night, only the shadows of the trees blown by the wind, the atmosphere is a bit weird.

"Is this a horror movie?" Someone swallowed.

Suddenly, the window shattered, and a dark figure flew upside down.Another person followed closely behind, stepped on the first person's body, raised the long object in his hand in mid-air, and slammed it down.

It was clearly a long knife with a cold light!

The long knife pierced through the chest of the first person, and blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the person who did it and the entire wall red.

The last person who made the move took the killed one as a meat pad, and fell to the ground unharmed.He stood up, wiped his face covered with blood, looked around, and then seemed to have discovered the camera, a long knife flew over, and the screen was completely turned off.

Although the picture quality was too blurry to see his face clearly, the paparazzi all recognized the identity of this person, because the pair of dazzling golden pupils in the dark were too eye-catching.

"This is too... too cruel... It's like Shura crawling out of hell." Someone said in a trembling voice.

(End of this chapter)