Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 441 Constantine: Jörmungandr is simply not a human being!

The helicopter landed. An old gentleman in a white evening gown with a red rose on his chest looked around the half-destroyed street with a fixed gaze.

"Principal, you are finally here."

Looking at this white-haired old man who looked like he had just finished a social dance, Russell, who stayed behind, breathed a sigh of relief: "The minister has taken Duke and Ajie to the sewer to chase the two naked men, but I feel that they are unlikely to catch up."

"Why? Is it because I didn't bring you with me, Michelangelo?" Ange was not angry because the mission failed and caused an impact that was difficult to conceal. Instead, he made a Ninja Turtles joke to Russell.

"Of course not, Mr. Splinter." Russell spread his hands and responded without hesitation:
"The sewer gas is too strong. If they really catch up with those two dragons, they will be frightened and set fire to them. I guess the entire New York sewer will burst into flames."

"Haha, is that so?" Angers nodded slightly and cast his eyes on the logistics specialist who was installing the signal amplifier: "Can you contact Fingel and the others?"

The high temperature caused by Jun Yan and Chi caused the magnetic field and signals of the entire street to become disordered. After Finkel led his men into the sewer, they completely lost contact.

If Angé didn't know that Fingel was in the secret party but his heart was with Xia, and that he had gotten a lot of good things from Xia Di by working hard, he would have really worried that something might go wrong with the three of them.

The logistics specialist completed the debugging and the communication channel soon returned to normal.

"Hello, hello, can you hear me? Is Russell there?" As soon as he connected to the channel, Ange heard Duke's enthusiastic call. He glanced at Russell, who turned his head to the sky and refused to answer. He said in a deep voice:
"This is Angers. Have you caught up with your target?"

Hearing the principal's voice, Duke immediately restrained his wild style and let Ajie answer instead: "Report to the principal, we are carrying heavy loads but cannot outrun those two naked people. We have lost them."

"It's okay. Norma has mobilized the cameras on the main roads to closely monitor the sewers and manhole covers throughout the city. You can come back now."

Finkel, who was walking cautiously in the sewer wearing a gas mask, felt that Anger might have sat in the office for too long and had become stupid, feeling a bit like the Emperor of China who was wondering why he shouldn't eat meat.

No matter how developed New York is, its manhole covers are mostly found in remote alleys, surrounded by garbage dumps.

As we all know, remote alleys like this usually don't have surveillance cameras.

If there was, it wouldn't have taken Batman so long to find the enemy who killed his parents.

But the person who said this was the world's most powerful dragon slayer, the leader of the secret party, the principal of Kassel College, and his boss's boss, so Finkel didn't dare to ask or say anything.

Well, maybe the dance he attended tonight was more open, resulting in the small head dominating the big head.

"Don't talk nonsense. The principal is investigating the disappearance of Director Laurent." Eva, who has been inseparable from Finkel since returning to the United States, spoke up at the right time and explained a few words for Ange.

Shufen, who had no privacy in front of his girlfriend, nodded silently. Thinking about how Lu Mingfei contacted him two days ago and said he wanted to come to the United States to play for a few days, he felt that this matter must be related to his unscrupulous boss.

But there is no evidence, so he can't just smear someone's innocence, for fear of being framed again.

"This matter is indeed related to Mr. Xia Di." Eva confirmed this and told him an interesting story that happened in London an hour ago.

"I knew it." Finkel sighed. He knew that finding the unscrupulous boss would definitely solve the problem, but the price to pay was too high, and he didn't want to torture himself for a stranger.

After asking Xia Di and others about their current addresses, he planned to go find them to reminisce and have a meal after this mission was completed.

It has been more than three months since the last time they met. The number of the Four Dragons has increased and decreased, and he doesn't know if there is still a place for his ace bassist Shufen.

Just when Finkel was leading his men back along the original route, Angé quietly dialed an unknown phone number. After asking, he was completely relieved and asked the intelligence tracking personnel to search the sewer for traces left by the two dragons and infer their whereabouts.

"Principal, what level of dragons do you think those two were?" Russell found a wheel that had not been melted by the high temperature and sat down, curiously asking the principal for his opinion.

"Just as you have judged, it is at least a second-generation species." Ange's expression was neither solemn nor relaxed, but generally speaking very calm:

"You just ran into those two dragons head-on. Did you see their appearance clearly?"

"That's not the case. One is that it was too dark and the other is that the whole body is covered in lava and you can make out a human figure." Russell shook his head and quickly added:
“But I’m guessing they’re not Native Americans.”

Not only him, but other staff members present could also guess this, after all, the dragons that came later called him "brother" in Chinese.

"Nonono, my judgment criteria are not so frivolous." Russell snorted and raised his hand to draw a semicircle in front of him:
"I saw it clearly just now. None of them has a real American butt like Wayne's."

Upon hearing this, Ange sighed deeply and felt that he would have to ask Manstein to deal with the discipline issues on campus when he returned. If this continued, when his ace and successor, whom he had been thinking about, entered school, the entire school and even the entire secret party would be in chaos.

Highlight a person who has no moral integrity and no bottom line!
……

On the other side, after taking Constantine around in the sewer for more than an hour, Old Tang finally stopped moving forward.

The two brothers found two sets of clothes at the supply storage point they had prepared in advance, and they finally avoided the embarrassment of continuing to run naked.

Sitting down on the relatively clean cement floor, Old Tang took out a bag of bread and handed it to Constantine.

Although Old Tang was not a muscular man, he was still two sizes larger than the skinny Constantine. The clothes did not fit him well and he looked like a child who had stolen adult clothes.

Constantine took the bread, smelled the aroma of malt, and felt the saliva in his mouth secreting crazily, but after opening it, he did not give up his mouth immediately. Instead, he carefully exhaled a mouthful of hot water to carbonize any dirt that might be on his hands.

After he finished cleaning himself, he picked up a piece of bread and handed it to Old Tang, saying softly, "Brother, you eat."

Seeing this, Old Tang, who was about to drink a sip of water, couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. The last time someone took the initiative to share food with him was when his adoptive father was still alive.

"It's okay, you eat first, I'm not hungry." Raising his hand and ruffling the boy's fluffy and soft long hair, Old Tang turned around and took out a box of milk, opened it and placed it in Constantine's arms:
"You consume a lot of energy, so you need to replenish your nutrition."

He actually didn't exercise that much today. Apart from releasing Jun Yan twice, there was no special consumption. Even though he had been running for more than an hour, he didn't feel very tired.

"Thank you, brother~" Constantine's pretty and cute face was filled with a sweet smile, and he held the bread in his hands and ate it in small bites like a girl, with a dignified and elegant manner, which made people think of those young ladies who were raised in the boudoir in ancient times. Shaking his head, Old Tang didn't know why he had such a ridiculous illusion.

About a minute later, Constantine finally finished a piece of toast and drank a sip of milk to moisten his lips. He then handed the food to Old Tang: "Brother, eat."

He wasn't actually hungry, but he knew that if he didn't eat, his brother would definitely not eat either.

Although my brother is much gentler than he was 2000 years ago, the things in his bones have not changed.

As he expected, Old Tang was unable to refuse his kindness after all. He took the food and started eating slowly.

Compared to Constantine, Old Tang's eating manner was much rougher. He spoke while chewing: "Constantine, right? I speak more directly, please don't mind.

I just have a question, why do you always call me brother, and why do you always appear in my dreams? Have we met somewhere before?"

"Brother, you just haven't regained your memory yet, so you don't remember me." Constantine's voice was soft and weak. He reached out and grabbed the hem of Lao Tang's clothes, and refused to let go as if he had grabbed the greatest dependence in his life.

"What do you mean by retrieving your memory?" Old Tang held a piece of bread in his mouth, his face full of confusion. "My memory is very good. Except for the things before I was three years old, I can remember everything after that very clearly."

"Brother, you haven't awakened yet." The thin boy pursed his lips, grabbed Old Tang's clothes and sat on the steps of the sewer, telling him the story of his previous life:

"That was more than 2000 years ago. At that time, we left the bronze palace in Northern Europe and headed east. You took me across..."

From the migration across the Eurasian continent that took who knows how many years, to encouraging Gongsun Shu to establish himself as king, to the son of destiny Liu Xiu entering Sichuan to kill Gongsun Shu, the two brothers finally refused to kill each other and chose to cocoon themselves, and have been sleeping in the Bronze City ever since...

Old Tang felt like he was listening to a historical story that was so true that even the details were perfectly restored. He even forgot to chew the remaining bread in his mouth and perfectly put himself into the role of the character named Norton or Li Xiong in the story.

"Later, brother, you woke up early and left Bronze City, and I have been unable to find you since then." Constantine did not mention that his brother abandoned him and left alone. In his opinion, his brother must have been in a state of chaos and acted only on instinct at the time, so he ignored his existence.

Seeing how miserable he is now, he must have suffered a lot in the outside world.

The boy's heart, eyes and even face were filled with the word "heartache", which made Old Tang blush after hearing the story. He cursed Norton in his heart for being an irresponsible and stupid brother.

He is willing to abandon such a good brother. What a bad person he is!
What, you said he is Norton, and Norton is him?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
If Old Tang is really Norton, the King of Bronze and Fire, then after listening to Constantine's heartfelt words, even if all his memories are awakened on the spot, at least some related fragments of memory should emerge in his mind.

But sadly, no, nothing.

Apart from the emotions of being touched and angry, Old Tang didn't feel anything else.

Well, at most there was a sense of closeness that was hard to describe in words, as if they really did have the same blood flowing in their bodies.

"Impossible, there must be something wrong." After Constantine learned about Old Tang's condition, he subconsciously reached out to check his body to see if his attack just now accidentally injured his brother's brain.

However, he looked at Lao Tang's afro over and over again, but couldn't find any signs of damage. He could only sit there and began to doubt Long Sheng.

Old Tang felt sorry for him when he saw him in such a distracted state, but since it concerned his family, his identity, and the dream that made him a wanted criminal in the United States, he could only harden his heart and start questioning:
"Xiaokang, let me ask you, when we first met in the dream, what did you say about meeting a very bad person?"

In fact, on the second night after realizing that 300 yuan of his money had been transferred away, Lao Tang questioned Constantine in his dream, but the other party was like a robot with a fixed dialogue program, repeating the same sentence over and over again, "Transfer yuan and help me go back to Changjiang."

It is precisely because of this line of being greedy for money that Old Tang thinks Constantine is a greedy person and seeks help from exorcists, priests and fortune tellers everywhere.

When Constantine heard this, the expression on his face instantly became extremely aggrieved, and a layer of mist covered his eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye, which could condense into dewdrops and slide down the corners of his eyes at any time.

"Brother, you have to make the decision for me." The weak boy whimpered and fell directly into Old Tang's arms.

Old Tang was so confused by Constantine's move that he quickly held his shoulder and comforted him: "What's wrong? Are you being bullied?"

"They, they are simply not human!" Constantine, who was buried in Old Tang's arms, half-truthfully vented his grievances, with a tearful voice, and recounted his experiences these days:

"I was sleeping in the Bronze City and dreaming about you. Suddenly, everything turned upside down. Somehow, Cocoon and I were transferred out of the Bronze City. Samson, who was in charge of guarding the Bronze City, didn't notice anything unusual, so I was directly hung up by a group of humans...

After an unknown amount of time, the cocoon was moved to many places and finally fell into the hands of a hybrid. He seemed to find something wrong with the cocoon and handed it over to a very strange human.

At that time, I had not yet fully awakened and could only vaguely sense the changes in the outside world. For safety reasons, I set up a protective field inside the cocoon, and the result was...

Jörmungandr appeared, and she found a powerful follower who provided her with food and shelter!"

Hearing the name Jörmungandr, Old Tang, who had been able to remain calm, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and his hands itched to hit something.

"And then, what did she do to you?"

"She, she hit me with a feather duster, whipped me with a belt, flicked me with glass beads, and even stuffed stinky tofu and durian into my cocoon to smoke me!

Every time he eats, he deliberately comes to me and smacks his lips. He always wolfs down delicious food and drinks in front of me, and even burps!"

Old Tang: “…Anything else?”

"Also, she would occasionally bring Fenrir to show off in front of me, and even threatened me that her brother didn't want me anymore, saying that you were living a colorful life of debauchery in the outside world and had long forgotten me!"

Constantine muttered to himself, and suddenly raised his head, looking at Old Tang with tearful eyes: "Brother, you won't forget me, right?"

Old Tang: "..."

(End of this chapter)