Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 243 I Don't Know What Title Is Better
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Angers expression remained unchanged, he got up calmly and disappeared from the screen for a moment. When he reappeared, he was holding a bottle of whiskey and a glass filled with ice cubes.

The brown wine gurgled into the glass, and Angers slightly swung the eight-full glass, raising his glass with a smile: "Mr. Herzog, I respect you."

He took off the cigar in his mouth, puffed out a puff of blue smoke, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Herzog was moved, but he was a little confused by Angers' battle for a while, so he couldn't help but look surprised and said: "What is the meaning of Principal Angers?"

Angers shrugged and said: "This is farewell wine. My vice principal told me that this is a Chinese tradition. Toast a glass of wine before the enemy dies, otherwise the enemy will have no chance when he goes to hell. Mr. Herzog, Hope you're happy in hell."

The smile on the old man's face disappeared, and he stared fixedly at the lucky man who was clearly a few dozen years older than him, but not at all old, as if he was favored by Ms. Time.

"Principal Angers, this joke is not funny." He said slowly.

"A joke?" Angers put down his wine glass, put his cigar in his mouth again, shook his head and sighed, "How could it be a joke? I'm serious. I can only say that Mr. Herzog doesn't understand me. I hate it the most. You guys who always want to be the 'new Dragon Clan' are really troublesome, can't you just dig a hole and jump in?"

"Mr. Herzog, all those who want to replace the Dragon Clan are my enemies." Angers flicked the butt of his cigar, "And those who have been my enemies will end badly."

The old man on the screen was silent for a while, then smiled in a low voice, clapped his hands and praised: "As expected of Principal Angers, your determination to slay the dragon is really firm, so why don't we cooperate? In fact, we all have a common goal, That is to bury all the dragons, this world does not need those monsters who have lived from the old times to the present, it needs more perfect creatures, this world needs a perfect monarch to rule."

Anger smiled and said: "Don't compare me with you, it will make me so sick that I want to spit out my dinner. You want to bury all the dragons and then take the final throne by yourself? Unfortunately, I am used to killing dragons Let’s get all of you bedbugs out and burn them to ashes, I also like Chinese culture, such as the saying, ‘If you fight against the outside world, you must first secure the inside’.”

The old man shook his head regretfully and said, "Principal Angers, you don't know what you rejected."

Angers spread his hands and said sincerely: "Don't be like this, Mr. Herzog, do you think I'm mentally handicapped?"

"Of course not. There is probably no one who can look down on you in this world. Even as an opponent, you are an opponent worthy of respect." The old man lowered his eyes slightly.

"I've already been born, and I'm sitting in front of me." Anger said helplessly, "If you really know me, then you should know what kind of person I am, but you actually tried to persuade me to cooperate with someone like you. "

"Mr. Herzog, you have misunderstood. Everyone says that I am an old man like a lion. Although I don't think so. After all, people must learn to be humble, but no matter whether I am a lion or not, I will not hide with you. The mice in the gutter cooperate."

Angers raised his glass again, shook his fingers slightly, and said contemptuously, "In short, you are not worthy."

The old man's face darkened: "Principal Angers, if I want, I can turn Tokyo into a slaughterhouse at any time."

"I'm ashamed to say it..." Angers scratched his head, "What did I do to make you think I'm a savior?"

Angers waved a cigar, with the momentum of slamming Fang Qiu, and said briskly: "As we all know, Hilbert Jean Angers was never a savior, he was an avenger, if you really make Tokyo and even Japan Purgatory, then I am honored to inherit the will of the dead Japanese and cut off your head to complete revenge."

Herzog said indifferently: "Your stubbornness and prejudice have disappointed me. There has never been an eternal ally in this world, and naturally there is no eternal enemy. Enemies and friends can be transformed into each other. Sheqi Bajia can't give you what you want. But I can give you the technology to purify the blood, the method of cultivating a controllable Deadpool, and even the method of usurping the throne. I came here with sincerity, but you hugged me with humiliation."

"Sincerity?" Angers shrugged, "I just think you treat me as mentally handicapped."

Herzog said with regret: "Your Excellency Angers, I really want to ask you a question. During the more than one hundred years you have been alive, have you ever felt the call from blood?"

He stared at Angers through the electronic screen, and said unhurriedly: "You said, why are the mixed races unwilling to expose the secrets of the dragon clan to everyone? Is it because they don't want to drag innocent humans into this war? Or Afraid of being the target of public criticism, being suspected and feared by all human beings, and regarded as a different kind?"

"There are too many possible reasons. In my opinion, these reasons may have appeared before, but none of them are the most fundamental."

"It's like the secret party. The war between the secret party and the dragon race has lasted for more than two thousand years. A group of idealists with dragon blood flowing in their veins have fought bloody battles for two thousand years for humans who are completely different from them? It really makes people want to laugh."

"Your Excellency Angers, there is one significant difference between you and the leaders of the secret party in the past, that is, you are a grassroots through and through!"

"There is no family behind you, but what is before you? The previous leader, Menek Kassel, came from the Kassel family. I don't think I need to describe the glory of this family."

"The leaders of the secret party in the past are almost all the masters of some prominent and wealthy family, including the pope of Christianity. I remember that there is a family in the secret party called Beowulf, which is a legendary dragon-slaying family, but how did they get together? Home? How did the former Beowulf ascend to the throne and create a kingdom?"

"Principal Angers, ideals are one of the most beautiful flowers in the garden of the human spirit, but the more beautiful the flowers are, the shorter they bloom. With just the word 'ideal', the secret party cannot survive for thousands of years."

"How much wealth has the secret party gained from slaying dragons over the past few thousand years?"

"Speaking of which, it seems that the truth that the hybrids don't want the secrets of the dragons to be exposed is right in front of our eyes."

"Of course, you may not understand these things, because as I said, you are a grassroots, you don't care about your wealth or family, you only care about your revenge. But in order to get the support of the school board, you sometimes have to do something Concession, so that those school directors who hold huge wealth will give you some money, so that you can continue to build your dragon-slaying army."

"You see, in a sense, I am no different from your companions. Since you can make concessions to your companions for power and money, why can't you cooperate with me?"

He smiled, anticipating with interest what Ange would say.

Is it belittling and cursing at himself, or an impassioned speech to emphasize that his school directors were also brave and fearless dragon slaying warriors?

Angers also smiled, then raised his glass and drank: "To you."

Two simple words, but it seems to say "I never talk too much to the dead", this kind of contempt makes Herzog's face gradually cool down.

He looked at Ange coldly, and Ange looked at him with a smile.

"It seems that we have nothing to say." Herzog said slowly.

"You finally realized." Angers smiled and closed the video call.

When the call was hung up, Ange got up with a frown, and came to the window. It was raining heavily outside the window. The amount of rain in such a night inevitably made sleep uneasy.

Angers walked into the bathroom, took a basin of water, and politely woke the vice principal from his sleep.

"Don't sleep, we're in trouble." Angers said in a deep voice.

He is far from indifferent to innocent people as in the previous conversation.

He can drop a nuclear bomb over Tokyo in order to bury the god who is about to wake up, but this must be the last resort. Before that, as long as there is a chance, he will try his best to fight for it, and he will not give up on anyone easily.

The vice-principal blinked his eyes in a daze.

"Do you know about Tokyo's drainage system?"

"...What wrong signal did I give you to make you think that I actually understand this thing?" The vice principal scratched his head, "If you ask me about Mr. Bo and Mr. Wu, I can chat with you for a while. "

Hearing this inexplicably familiar conversation, Ange's face darkened.

"Since you don't understand, then I hope you can bring someone who understands to Japan." Anger emphasized, "The sooner the better, we may run out of time if it is later."

"People who understand these things?" The vice-principal wondered, "Isn't that just the equipment department? It's more difficult to get the equipment department here at a time like this."

Anger's eyes showed encouragement: "Aren't you born to ascend to the sky?"

The vice-principal stared and said, "Your tone of voice is exactly the same as when I fooled those bastards in the equipment department."

"Oh, it seems that you have already mastered the method of fooling those bastards, awesome! I look forward to you bringing those bastards to Japan, how can saving the world not bring experts?" Anger thumbs up.

The vice-principal pondered for a moment, nodded in agreement and said, "Indeed, both the principal and the vice-principal are in Japan, so how could those bastards not live and die with us."

With his hands behind his back, he wandered around the living room with his head down, muttering in his mouth to make him think about how to lure those bastards over.

With a sudden flash of inspiration, the vice-principal suddenly raised his head, clapped his hands and said: "Yes, we will reimburse them for first-class air tickets and luxury hotels, and then tell them that the izakaya in Tokyo is the most exciting place in the world..."

"What if they have doubts? After all, Japan has been a bit uneasy recently." Angers said tactfully.

"Standing here is enough to prove that Japan is the safest place in the world. They have nothing to fear." The vice principal raised his eyebrows.

The principal nodded in relief, saying that the vice-principal is very self-aware. Over the years, he has performed "a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall" to the fullest and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

In addition, the only one who knows a group of second-hand goods best is the leader of the second-hand goods.

His Excellency the priest who listened beside him didn't know whether to shake his head or nod, but he sat in the corner of the sofa in the living room from the beginning to the end, holding a bottle of vodka and drinking by himself.

"Your Excellency, does this rain make any difference in your eyes?"

While the vice-principal was making a phone call to fool people, Angers quietly came to the sofa and had a drink with the priest.

"Professional speaking, the distribution of elements is completely disordered."

"What can affect the distribution of elements on such a large scale?" Anger asked, "Is it the food of the night?"

"That is indeed one of the factors." Looking at the dark sky outside the window, the priest sighed softly, "With such a large-scale turbulent flow of elements, it is natural that some dragon king-level creatures will be resurrected."

"Is it a god?" Angers seemed to be muttering to himself.

"More than that." The priest spat out the answer that made Angers palpitate, and said with deep eyes, "The god you speak of has become someone's shield. Someone is using the drastic changes in her recovery to hide the signs of her awakening."

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"Bondarev is too suspicious." Caesar said, "Compared to Herzog who has surfaced, we know nothing about him, and even Herzog himself doesn't know him. .”

He suddenly fell silent, shook his head and said: "This topic is temporarily suspended. If we want to investigate Bondarev, we must first find the research institute Herzog said is located in Black Swan Harbor. Only by finding there can we prove that Herzog What Zog said is true. Before that, let's get rid of Herzog."

"The data collection is not bad, we can withdraw." Chu Zihang nodded, shaking the camera in his hand.

"Okay, there is one more question before we withdraw." Caesar nodded, looked at Xia Mi and said, "What about these dead servants, will they get out of control after you leave?"

Xia Mi said: "I can force them to gather together, did you bring bombs? We 'bang' them to fake death!"

"Girls, don't blow up your house all day long." Caesar said earnestly, "I think it's better to burn it to death. I don't worry about this kind of thing being burned to ashes. So I leave this place to you and your wife."

He patted the shoulders of the couple, and carried Desert Eagle and Yuanzhinv towards the door.

A moment later, the perfect combination of wind and fire erupted in this underground research room as spacious as a stadium, burning everything that was not in the world to ashes.

(End of this chapter)