From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Chapter 172 Snowden

London in the gloom.

In the suburbs, the Snowden family mansion.

In the special department workroom, the girl is sitting on a leather sofa playing tarot cards by herself. She is surrounded by bookshelves. There is an old-fashioned telephone on the coffee table in the middle. She can do anything in this room. The only thing she has to do is to play on the phone. Answer the call promptly when it rings.

With a monthly salary of [-] pounds, as a professional student, it is difficult to find such a high-paying and easy job, but the girl knows that this means that the consequences of making mistakes will be very serious, and as for the content of the work, the senior before promotion I told her two simple examples from my career.

The first call the senior received was from a boy whose voice was so hoarse that it made people uncomfortable. The other person's request was 20 pounds in cash. Just like a kidnapper asking for ransom, no money was required.

The second call came from a woman who spoke very garrulously. Her daughter was targeted by a smuggling group. Because she had made mistakes, she did not dare to kill the group leader, so she could only call her family for help.

Sir Snowden agreed to both requests. The cash the former wanted was successfully delivered that night, and the latter's smuggling group was completely defeated by MI[-] within three days.

And everything has a price. The documents and documents of these seekers are all on the surrounding bookshelves. There are various amounts of tin coins in the bags. Whenever they make a request to the family, Sir Snowden will take one accordingly. As for the origin of the tin coins, it is based on their past contributions to the family.

To put it simply, the criminals exchange their past achievements for the future, and for the family, it is repaying the past with future help.

"This is what it means to have a price."

The girl recalled the family motto given by Sir Snowden when she first met him, but she did not listen very carefully. Her attention was completely attracted by the handsome appearance of the middle-aged Sir.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and the girl woke up from her memories, feeling confused and excited. This was her first time dealing with work.

"Very serious consequences."

Thinking of this, the girl quickly picked up the phone.

"009 document bag, take it out and count the tin coins."

The voice coming from the other side revealed a sense of weakness, but the tone was full of strength, like a wounded beast growling at danger.

The girl got up and took the document bag No. 009 as requested. After opening it, there were five tin coins inside, which meant that the other party could take away at least 100 million pounds in cash from the family.

"The first one, exchange execution priority."

"The second one is in exchange for a stay at the Dorchester Hotel."

"The third one, exchange for the A-level standard weapon box."

"The fourth one, in exchange for an evolution potion."

"The fifth one, in exchange for a handmade suit."

The phone was hung up, and the girl's eyes were complicated. The so-called priority execution means to abandon the reporting link to superiors and directly notify each department to start the operation process. The Dorchester Hotel is one of the family's important industries, and residents will receive Snowden Jazz's asylum, known as death immunity in the hybrid world, does not exceed three days at most.

Instinct told the girl that something was weird this time. Although Sir Snowden could quickly detect abnormalities based on the department's operations, there must be a time lag. The obvious conclusion was that the other party did not want Sir to know what happened during this gap.

But the rules were here, and she was unsure of the consequences of violating them. Reporting rashly might result in internal execution.

"Everything has a price." The girl muttered silently. …

Night falls.

Next to Hyde Park, outside a towering high-end hotel.

A sturdy young man was walking down the street, holding a cup of black coffee in his big hand with bulging veins. He had a cross sword tied to his back, and his style was quite different.

But the passers-by who passed by only took a second look at this, because the young man had a sunny and gentle smile on his lips, and his eyes did not conceal his joy. At most, people thought that he was a dedicated participant who had just come down from the London Secondary Comic Con. , after all, he is too calm.

Wiglaf raised his head and poured the black coffee into his mouth, his eyes fixed on the Dorchester Hotel not far away. His prey was at the end of his rope, and he thought he could get some respite by using his latent identity. As expected, he was only worthy of being a waste under the purebloods.

"Snowden's asylum, what is that."

Wiglaf walked to the hotel door. The word asylum made him almost want to sneer.

At the door, the attendant politely said, "Sir, please show me your invitation."

Wiglaf pulled out the Giant's Sword and said coldly, "This is the invitation."

"Please don't joke." The smile on the attendant's face disappeared.

At the same time, several hybrids in the hall rushed towards this direction.

"No one ever dared to stop Beowulf when he hunted the dragon."

Wiglaf's right arm suddenly thickened several times, and the bronze color appeared. The golden hilt of the Giant's Sword suddenly sprang out with dozens of sharp thorns, wrapping around the palm like thorns, and squirmed back and forth, slowly sucking the blood of the holder.

The Cross Sword, known as the Blood Glory, seemed to be roaring angrily, becoming several meters long in the blink of an eye. The blade was wide, and the bright red water light vibrated and flowed. With the ethnic group of the King of Ocean and Water as the main material, this sword The sword has great cutting power.

With a swing of the sword, the door shattered, and the sword wind easily broke through the wall, cutting off the attacking hybrids.

The blood gathered towards the giant sword against gravity, making the sword's blade even brighter red. Wiglaf walked straight into the hotel without avoiding the corpse, and crushed the attendant's head under his heavy footsteps.

The golden eyes were blazing and bright. The security personnel who witnessed this scene in the monitoring room seemed to have been hit hard. Those with low bloodline could not even stand still. In the world of mixed races, bloodline is a strict and cold class.

Wiglaf followed the guidance of Rong Guang and walked up the stairs to the top. The prey stabbed by the giant sword will leave a mark, and it will not stop until death comes. The two sets of alchemical matrices, cutting and retrieving, are undoubtedly from The smelting and casting system is the work of master alchemists and has a history of thousands of years.

The top floor is not a suite, but several large and spacious conference rooms, specially provided to those organizations that are on the verge of collapse, in order to extract huge rewards in desperate times. There is no moon on this night, and the city lights are reflected into the room along a row of floor-to-ceiling windows. It is enough Provides vision for powerful hunters.

As soon as he entered the door, Wiglaf smelled the pungent smell of blood. The prey fell to the ground. It seemed that he had been brutally interrogated before death. The person who killed him was wearing a black robe and was standing next to him. A drop of blood fell from his sharp claws. fell in time.

"Are you looking for death?" Wiglaf said with squinted eyes. Two male lions met on the grassland. Of course, they couldn't thank each other for killing their prey. The result of intruding into the territory was a fight.

Blood fell again, the sound was as harsh as the beating of gongs and drums, and both sides charged at the same time.

The giant sword glowing with blood cut into the enemy's flesh and blood, and a clear feeling of numbness spread from the sword body to the palm of his hand. Wiglaf's pupils widened slightly. This was definitely not the skeleton of an ordinary hybrid!

(End of this chapter)