Dragon Clan: Dragon Slayer Wizard, professional dragon slayer

Chapter 103 IP from hometown (two-in-one, please subscribe)

"Why are you spitting on me?" Long Kui looked down at the unconscious giant blue snake on the ground that had been beaten by two punches, and patted the ice crystals on his chest, his voice as steady as a mirror.

This unlucky third-generation species never thought until it fainted that what caused it to fall into a baby-like sleep was just a painless breath just now...

Several rays of white light formed a ray of hope in the dark rainy night, shooting straight in from the warehouse door, instantly illuminating the entire dim A3 warehouse like daylight.

Then, accompanied by waves of slender black shadows shaking, there was the sudden sound of chaotic footsteps.

A moment later, dozens of strong men in black trench coats hurriedly ran in from outside the warehouse door, holding flashlights with enough wattage to drive away the entire darkness.

The sound of leather shoes stepping into puddles could be heard outside the window, starting from the door of the warehouse and continuing right behind. Long Kui, with his sensitive ears, even heard the dull collision of metal.

This is the sound of modern light and heavy weapons being loaded.

The men in windbreakers were the first to walk in, silently holding assault rifles. There was even cold rain on their resolute faces. The silver-gray half-decayed World Tree badge on their chests reflected on everyone's face. Those golden eyes that light up like light bulbs.

Everyone who just came in, the eyes of the man in black involuntarily fell to the giant green snake lying on the ground, his whole body twitching involuntarily. The automatic rifle modified by the equipment department in his hand couldn't help but clenched, and the metal collision of loaded bullets sound sounded at the same time.

The elite members of the execution department instantly pointed the black muzzles at the giant green snake on the ground. Everyone held their breath, and the blood in the chest couldn't help but surge rapidly, as if it was about to be released.

The third generation of the species, the lineage of the king of ocean and water.

"You're late."

Suddenly, a somewhat leisurely voice sounded from the center of the warehouse. All the highly nervous execution department elites immediately looked in the direction of the source of the sound.

Long Kui stood there, lightly wiping the water stains on his hands with the tissue in his hand, and said calmly without raising his head:
"I have the target under control. You can report it to the headquarters."

After hearing this, the executive department commissioners immediately carefully examined the motionless third-generation species on the ground and found that, as the young man said, there was no threat at all.

"He... passed out?" A man with a typical Aryan white appearance couldn't help but ask.

"No." Long Kui's casual reply instantly made everyone's nerves tense.

Then a light word came to the ears of these execution department elites again.

"The brain inside has probably been smashed to pieces by me. If it were a human, it would be considered brain dead."

After hearing these words, the men in black, who had become nervous again, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief again.

A third-generation species with autonomous consciousness is no joke.

Then someone quietly turned their attention to the young man standing in the center of the warehouse with no expression of excitement on his face, and couldn't help but feel a sigh in his heart.

As expected of the "S" class who was recommended by the minister.

It was so leisurely and satisfying to directly defeat a third-generation species with bare hands, as if this kind of strong stroke that could be engraved in the history of the secret party was insignificant to him.

The image of this "S"-level master as a dragon-slaying leader has been left an indelible impression on the hearts of all executive department specialists during the past few months of mission training.

But what these men in black don't know is that the inscrutable posture of the "absolutely strong man" in their eyes is just a figment of their imaginations.

Long Kui was just thinking about what he was going to eat tonight, and he was a little regretful that this third-generation pureblood was not a fire dragon.

Killing three generations of a species alone, something that would bring glory to other mixed-race species for a lifetime, was indeed not worth mentioning to him.
Only the second generation is qualified for him to use the power of the fire dragon. It's only the third generation, but Long Kui doesn't take it to heart yet.

Even when the other party revealed that he was not a fire dragon, his only interest disappeared.

It has been more than three months since Long Kui entered the execution department.

Ordinary execution department commissioners only have one mission a month, but in the past three months, he has completed more than thirty missions.

And these tasks... are all very dangerous tasks for A-level hybrids!

But in the eyes of others, these chances of a narrow escape from death were like giving him money in the eyes of Long Kui.

In the past three months, his name has become famous throughout the executive department.

The efficient task completion rate and perfect task achievement made Long Kui the recognized "ace" of the entire execution department!
The S-class has completely convinced the Executive Department, a group of embryo-killing organizations, with his near-perfect performance.

Because they seem to have discovered that in terms of violence, the entire execution department combined is not as strong as Long Kui alone...

……

Medium-sized cargo ship docked at the Port of Chicago.

Long Kui stood on the watchtower, holding a black umbrella, looking down at the group of people using a crane to transport the huge long dragon shadow towards the cargo ship to the deck of the ship.

The executive department specialists in black trench coats felt busier than ever before. While shouting instructions on the walkie-talkie in the rainy night, they waved to the school workers on board to issue instructions.

After looking at it for a while, Long Kui felt a little hungry.

If it weren't for the extremely poisonous blood of the dragons in this world, he would have really wanted to cut off a few pieces of meat from it and taste it.

But when he thought of the dark blood that could melt even rocks, Long Kui gave up the idea.

It’s not that he’s afraid that eating it will affect his body. After all, the Dragon Slayer’s stomach is like a dimensional black hole and can hold any substance.

It's just that Long Kui is afraid of acid.

The dragon blood in this world can be used as high-strength sulfuric acid, which shows what dragon meat tastes like.

After putting away his black umbrella and putting on a layer of transparent raincoat, Long Kui, who felt a little bored, held the escalator beside him with one hand and jumped down. After lightly climbing over the railings, he finally landed smoothly. above deck.

As soon as he landed, an intellectual woman in a dark green school uniform, holding a waterproof satellite phone in her hand, walked directly in his direction.

"Call from headquarters."

The intellectual female commissioner came closer and handed over the satellite phone in her hand.

"I know, thank you, senior sister." A polite smile appeared on Long Kui's tired face, and then he took the phone from the other party's hand and went straight into the interior of the freighter. "Hey, it's me, Long Kui."

The concise words came out clearly from his mouth. From the moment he received the call, Long Kui knew whose call it was.

To that person, meaningless politeness can only be met with impatient urging.

"Is the mission completed?" On the other end of the phone, along with the dull sound of water waves hitting the window, a hoarse male voice like sandpaper slowly sounded.

"It's done, the third generation of the King of Ocean and Water, but the status does not seem to be slavery, more like a... pet?" Long Kui felt the regular vibration coming from the inside of the freighter, knowing that this ship Medium-sized ships have already set sail.

Tianlong's magic was running silently, leaving him little time.

"Anyway, my brain is not very bright." Long Kui raised his eyes and glanced at the waves breaking in front of the circular window, and continued to narrate calmly.

"Well done." After a few seconds of silence, the highly recognizable hoarse voice sounded again.

"It's just a little effort, Professor Schneider." Long Kui lightly knocked on the dining table in front of him.

He just ordered a bowl of spaghetti, which should be served soon.

"What's happening to the body now?" Schneider suddenly asked.

"It has been fixed and loaded into the freighter, but I have to say that even though my brain was smashed into a ball of paste, I can still feel the vigorous vitality."

"If the vitality of the pure-blood dragons had been fragile, they would not have been entangled in human history to this day." Schneider was not surprised.

"But for you... it's not difficult to kill Him completely, right?"

Long Kui nodded slightly and raised his eyes slightly:

"It's really not difficult, but I think living animals are more valuable for research."

"Well done." Professor Schneider on the other end of the phone nodded:

"Living pure-blood dragons are indeed more useful than dead corpses. It seems that you have learned these few months of classes in vain. You are worthy of being the most outstanding student in the academy."

"Can he still be called an outstanding student after taking ten classes in three months? Then Caesar should be having a party in Norton Hall, pouring red wine into the swimming pool to celebrate."

Long Kui couldn't help but complain.

In the past three months, he has been able to complete all the courses in school, which is only ten lessons in total.

These ten sessions were spent sitting in the last row, discussing delicacies from around the world with the handsome blond Italian man.

It has to be said that the noble young master from a wealthy family is indeed very knowledgeable. Long Kui did not expect that this gentleman could use fluent Chinese to accurately describe to him the taste of African mosquito cakes and freshly squeezed tree sap.

But every time when I was listening to it with excitement, a group of strong men in black trench coats would politely "break in" and directly interrupt the words of the gardener who was standing on the podium and working hard to cultivate "plants".

Then those people used a "transfer order" handwritten by the head of the execution department, leaving a "special task", and under the envious and adoring eyes of all the students, they handed over Long Kui, who was sitting in the last row and chatting with Caesar. It was taken.

"Having only taken ten classes and still being able to complete the exams in all subjects alone, isn't this considered the best student?" Schneider said lightly.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I can't help but think of the miserable days when I took the subject exam." Long Kui couldn't help pinching his eyebrows, and interrupted the topic tiredly.

That period was the most painful time in his life.

What is the concept of memorizing a professional book that is as tall as Fingall in three days?
In order to make up for the upcoming loss of grade points without using the task points that he could exchange for bonuses, Long Kui stayed up for three consecutive days without sleeping, burning the midnight oil and reading. Finally, with the support of Tianlong's magic, he was able to memorize all the knowledge for a semester. point.

During that time, even Fingel couldn't help but quit playing the game, fearing that he would disturb the junior's study progress due to the slightest movement.

It's not that he has high expectations for the academic performance of the junior students in the same dormitory as him, it's just that he doesn't want to be thrown out with his bed and bed while playing games.

"Then let's talk about the next mission." Schneider heard the "sadness" of his general and decisively changed the topic.

"Next mission?" Looking at the steaming tomato meat sauce pasta that was just pushed to the table, Long Kui's hand that was about to pick up the steel fork couldn't help but pause.

Then he frowned slightly and expressed displeasure:

"Didn't I say that this is the last task of this semester? After finishing this task, I should go straight into the vacation early."

Long Kui also wanted to take advantage of this winter vacation to go to Japan and bring Mamon back.

In three months, the somewhat clumsy red-haired miko should be able to speak, right?
"I just received an interesting task temporarily. After much thought, I think it's best for you to handle this matter." Schneider ignored his complaints and said calmly.

"Tell me, where is another pure-blood dragon who has awakened?" Long Kui fiercely inserted the steel fork in his hand into the pasta in the basin on the table. After stirring it vigorously for a few times, the golden noodles were rolled into I took a big dollop, then dipped it into the tomato meat sauce on the side and put it in my mouth.

"It's not that serious. It's just that Norma's IP address has been actively searched several times recently." Schneider said calmly and calmly.

"It's normal. There are so many mental patients in the world. Maybe a few of them who have been discharged happened to search the website of the world's largest mental hospital?"

Long Kui ate the spaghetti on the steel fork, shrugged and responded nonchalantly.

"It's not that we haven't considered this issue, but after Norma's precise calculations, that IP address has been inquiring about information about the college in recent months. Finally, the system determined that this was a man-made search with a precise purpose. .”

The head of the executive department spoke in a hoarse voice and spoke slowly. Finally, he paused and asked inexplicably:
"Interestingly, this IP address shows a coastal city in China."

Long Kui's hand that was cutting the noodles suddenly paused for a moment, and his eyes couldn't help but raise, and there was a faint glint.

"China's... coastal city?"

"It seems you have guessed it." Schneider's calm voice sounded in his ears again:

"Norma used super computing power to eliminate all the locks in that coastal city one by one. Finally, she found the login records of that IP in the last period of time on a computer on some public intranets, and found a large number of them. Search information about our college.”

"The place where that computer is is your alma mater..."

"Shilan Middle School."

(End of this chapter)