Dragon Clan: Start by obtaining the Sett panel

Chapter 295: 9 Days...Destroy Japan

Cassell College, Chicago.

Schneider and Manstein looked at each other and rang the small bronze bell on the door.

"Come in, gentlemen." Ange's voice came from the door.

Schneider pushed open the door and saw bookshelves all around him, stretching all the way to the top of the building. The skylight formed by the bookshelves and ancient books was filled with golden sunlight. Angers sat under the skylight on the top floor drinking tea, while squirrels jumped around on the shelves.

"I know everything that happened in Japan. As a professor, don't be too impatient. Sit down and have a cup of tea first." Angers pointed to a seat next to him.

Schneider and Manstein sat down opposite Angers, and for a moment they didn't know where to start.

So many things had happened in the past few hours that they were all a little overwhelmed.

The ancient dragon city in the Japanese trench reappeared, followed by the collective betrayal of the Japanese branch. Then the nuclear power compartment of the submarine exploded on the seabed, triggering a volcanic eruption.

At present, the life and death of the three members of Caesar's team are completely unknown, tsunamis and mermaid tides have hit the coastal areas around Tokyo, and even the weapons system of the Seventh Fleet stationed in Japan has automatically launched an attack. The executive department has never encountered such a complicated situation since its establishment.

"It's not too bad now..." Finally, it was Angers who spoke first, breaking the silent atmosphere among the three people.

"Thank goodness for those Tomahawk missiles, otherwise the headlines of major newspapers around the world tomorrow would be about aliens attacking."

"We haven't found out who hacked into the Seventh Fleet's fire control system yet. It seems they don't want the Dragon Clan's secrets to be leaked out," Schneider said.

"But the Pentagon lost a missile worth $100 million. They will investigate it in depth anyway, right?"

"Don't worry about that. Since those people can gain control of the Seventh Fleet's fire control system, they can also do the cleanup work." Angé smiled.

"I don't know who they are, but they are undoubtedly a group of geniuses."

"We received a resignation letter faxed from the Japanese branch..." said Manstein.

"It would be more accurate to call it a book of collective rebellion. Those Japanese guys finally did what they had dreamed of for many years." Angé sighed.

"Haven't you contacted Caesar's team yet?"

"No news," said Manstein.

"The Trieste submarine disintegrated in deep water. The survival rate was already low, and with the volcanic eruption, nuclear explosion, and the swarm of corpses... the survival rate is not high."

"How much is not high?" asked Ange.

Manstein hesitated for a few seconds: "Norma said no more than 1%..."

"It can be said that there is no chance of survival, right?" Angers sighed.

"Some parents will be furious."

"What's worse is that Norma can't play a role now. The Huiyueji system of the Snake Eight Families has built a strict firewall, and Norma cannot access the network in Japan." Schneider said.

"Losing Norma is like losing our eyes. Even if Caesar's team survives, they won't be able to contact us and will eventually fall into the hands of the Snake Eight Clan."

"Let Eva do what Norma can't do."

"If you awaken Eva's personality, her authority will even exceed yours," Schneider reminded.

"No problem, Eva is our good girl, give her the attack order. The Eight Snake Families don't want our forces to infiltrate into Japan, so we must infiltrate." Angé took out a black card and slid it across the table to Schneider.

"Have Manstein ask the vice-president for the other one. The two black cards plus the authorization letter will be enough to wake up Eva."

"Is there anything else the principal wants us to do?" Schneider took the card.

"Wait."

"Wait?" Schneider was stunned.

"I'm waiting for someone to come over. It's been six hours since the explosion of the submarine Trieste, which Pompeii donated for investigating the deep sea of ​​Japan. Six hours is enough time for Frost to fly here from Rome." Angé shrugged.

"I lost the precious heir of the Gattuso family. I have to deal with the students' parents who are accusing me of this. I will talk about other things after I finish talking to Frost."

The phone on the table rang. Schneider and Manstein looked at each other, their heartbeats quickening.

As Angers had expected, the Gattuso family came to call for punishment six hours later. At this moment, the furious Frost Gattuso must have been on the CC1000 express train from Chicago to Kassel College.

Ange slowly sat up and picked up the microphone, "Hi! Ange! You are in the office, right?"

The voice that came from the other end of the phone was not Frost's roar, but a voice that sounded very unserious.

"Why is it you?" Ange was surprised.

"It's hard to explain this in a few words. I'll tell you more about this after we meet. Is your skylight open?"

"Open...what do you mean? Don't mess around!" Angé frowned.

"I'm not messing around. Look up at me, I'm saying hello to you. Now your closest friend Pompey Gattuso is only 200 meters away from you and is approaching you at a speed of 3.5 meters per second!" Anger looked up through the skylight. The sunlight was blocked, white parachutes fell from the sky, and the parachutists were waving at him.

"Pompeii, you lunatic! You will damage my roof by doing this!" Angers yelled.

"Don't worry, I just won the world championship in BASE jumping!" There was no need to say this over the phone. The parachute blocked the entire view, and the man shouted in the whistling wind.

"Oh yeah!"

Schneider and Manstein were stunned, not because this guy was so good at playing, but because his name was Pompey, and his full name was Pompey Gattuso. He was Caesar's biological father and the current head of the Gattuso family.

Pompey, who landed successfully, took off his equipment and raised his hands to the three people, like a champion celebrating his victory: "Dear gentlemen, applause! Cheers! Remember you are talking to the world champion of BASE jumping, Pompey Gattuso!"

"I didn't expect it would be you..." It was the first time that Angé frowned in front of the two professors. One could imagine his disgust for the man in front of him.

"What? You don't welcome me? This makes me so sad. If I hadn't asked Percy to stop that guy Frost and provided you with submarines, you would still be considering how to enter Japan..." Pompey's face showed a trace of loss that couldn't be more fake.

"Stop your performance, gentlemen. I want to talk to Mr. Pompey alone for a while." Angers first glanced at Pompey, then turned around and spoke to the two professors.

Schneider and Manstein left tactfully, while Pompey smacked his lips in regret.

"I still want to have a good chat with these two legendary professors..."

"Aren't you worried about your son? He has been missing for a long time." Angé asked.

"What is there to worry about? He is my Pompeii's son." Pompeii smiled.

"If you hadn't said he was your son, I would have thought you two were complete strangers." Angers couldn't understand why Pompey could still laugh at this time. It seemed that Frost was more like Caesar's biological father.

"You can doubt anything, but you must not doubt my ability to sow seeds. There is no doubt... Caesar is my only son." Pompey's face became serious, as if his dignity was insulted.

"So this is all you care about?" Angé suddenly felt like punching this stud in the face.

"Actually, the reason why I'm not worried is because of another reason, but before that I have something else I want to tell you." Pompey sat opposite Ange and skillfully poured himself a cup of tea.

"Oh? What information is worth a stud like you leaving your girlfriend to come and tell me?" Ange asked. "This story starts from when I learned that you found Takamagahara in the trench..." Pompey's mouth curled up.

"I looked up all the earthquake data in Japan in the library. Among the disorganized papers, there was one particularly interesting one, which said that geological evidence could be found that about 10,000 years ago, there was a crisis that almost destroyed Japan in an instant. It was a super earthquake of nearly 10 magnitude, which almost collapsed all four islands of Japan."

"Can an earthquake collapse a country covering hundreds of thousands of square kilometers?" Angers was a little skeptical.

"It's not impossible, because Japan's territory is too fragile. The geologist is very famous in the academic world and he would not make random guesses without evidence." Pompeii shrugged.

"The highest magnitude earthquake observed so far was the Chilean earthquake, which was 9.5. Earthquakes of magnitude only exist in theory."

"What do you mean?" "Didn't Fenrir's 'Shiva Karma Dance' almost destroy Beijing?" Pompey shrugged.

"It's strange that every time there's a disaster of this magnitude my son is at the center of it."

"That magnitude 10 earthquake was... an explosion of the Word Spirit!" Angé figured it out in an instant.

"That's right, my brother. The earthquake was actually caused by a great king... no, we should call it God. After all, its destructive power is more terrifying than Norton and Fenrir." Pompey paused and continued.

"Takamagahara is its burial place, but such a great being will never truly die. It simply entered a deep sleep until ten thousand years later, when an icebreaker from the Soviet Union descended from the sky with a cabin full of fresh fetal blood. The Dragon King sucked the fetal blood and resurrected."

"I heard from the news from the Trieste that they witnessed the most solemn blood sacrifice in the world in the deep sea, but they didn't find the sacrificed person. The sacrifice alone required an ancient dragon embryo. If it wakes up, the world will probably be destroyed directly, right?"

"This is trouble..." Angé sighed. He was now certain that the thing hidden by the Japanese branch on the seabed was definitely the legendary White King.

But even if he knew, he still felt powerless. After all, Norton and Fenrir were already difficult to deal with. How could he kill the White King who was almost on par with the Black King?
"No, it's not a problem..." Pompey suddenly spoke, his eyes meeting Ange's.

"I forgot to tell you, that guy is already in Japan."

"Who?"

"Who else could it be? Of course it's the real controller behind the Gattuso family, Mr. Gu Ye..." Pompey said.

"It sounds like you have no problem with him controlling the Gattuso family?" asked Angers.

"What opinion do I have? I just need some girls to pick up, and...what do you think would happen if he knew that his three friends had no news at all in the Japanese branch?" Pompey continued.

"The Eight Sheqi Families were destroyed... It's such a pity for my students. This situation could have been saved." Angé sighed.

"Stop pretending... Brother, I know that if he doesn't go, you will make those traitors pay the price. After all, you didn't tell the board of directors about their autonomy..." Pompey patted Ange's shoulder.

The agreement between the Snake Eight and the Secret Party was signed by Angers, so the school directors did not know about it. But it was obvious that Pompey had already investigated it after the branch betrayal.

"Anyway, this is the information I gave you. It's up to you what to do next... Well, the Thai girl is still waiting for me, so I'll leave first." After saying that, Pompey finally poured Ange a cup of black tea, stood up and left the office.

Ange sat under the skylight again, drinking the last cup of black tea that Pompey poured for him before he left.

The sun was about to set, and the patio was filled with mottled shadows. Angers face was a mixture of light and dark. The squirrels were lying on the bookshelf in groups of three or two, looking at him, not daring to approach.

They also realized that the owner here had suddenly changed. He was no longer the kind old man who exuded the fragrance of books. He became majestic and solemn, and lazy footsteps were heard on the stairs.

"That kid is actually in Japan? It looks like we're in big trouble. What are you going to do next?" The vice-principal walked upstairs slowly, carrying a half-filled bottle of brandy, his denim shirt unbuttoned.

"If it's me, the Sheqi Eight Clan shouldn't lose anything..." Angers said, "But if it's Gu Ye, I don't know."

"I remember you said that the boy cares a lot about the people around him, so he would be the best weapon to slay the dragon..." said the vice-principal.

"After all, his relatives still need to survive in this world."

"That's right, that's why he betrayed Cassel, he was too sentimental..." Angers paused for a moment, "I don't know how many of the eight Snake families are left, but I think it's time to go to Japan again."

"Huh? What are you going to Japan for? To stop Gu Ye from attacking the Sheqi Eight Clan who don't like you in the first place? You suppressed them before, so they obeyed you, but now they have rebelled. Japan is an enemy camp to you. As an enemy, you are going to help them? Do you think they will believe you?" asked the vice-principal.

"No, I don't mean to help the Sheqi Eight Clans, but the dangerous existence that is about to revive... we must not leave its body in the Sheqi Eight Clans." Angé said.

"Are you so sure that Gu Ye can kill that being who is more powerful than the Dragon King?"

"Wouldn't it be better if they died together? His goal has always been to threaten the Dragon King of the world, so he will fight no matter what. What we have to do is to be the oriole..."

"The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind...Anger, you are becoming more and more like those annoying politicians."

"Who made me, an old man, unable to compete with young people? As long as it can enhance the strength of the human side, I can do anything." Angé sighed helplessly.

Ever since a super-special guy like Gu Ye appeared, Angé began to compromise and gradually turned towards the direction he hated the most.

He could think of a way to deal with the Japanese Dragon King like a warrior, but the success rate was so low that he was not confident that he could succeed. Instead of doing this, he might as well make use of his former students.

After all... when he left, it was obvious that he still couldn't let go of these friends who were related to him.

"What about the Eight Clans of Sheqi? Are you going to watch them perish?" asked the vice-principal.

"We can't do anything. Traitors always have to pay a price. They have done too many things without telling us. The dragon-slaying war can no longer tolerate another traitor..." Ange took out the folding knife from the drawer and inserted it into the leather sheath on his wrist.

"If that guy kills Gu Ye, the academy will be handed over to you. Use all weapons and bury Japan and me together if necessary!"

"You really think highly of Cassel... We are just a school." said the vice principal.

"No, Kassel College may not be able to do it, but EVA can definitely do it." Angers looked at the vice-president.

"I understand. Then... I wish you good luck in martial arts."

At this moment, the Blade of Vengeance, which had been dormant for a long time, finally decided to swing the final sword.

At the same time, within the Sheqi Eight Families and Genji Heavy Industries.

"Have you confirmed that the leader of the Demon Clan is dead?" Gen Chisei asked Sakurai Nanami, the head of the Sakurai family.

"Yes, at present the headquarters of the Oni Clan in Osaka has fallen apart. Among the families loyal to them, seven have announced their allegiance to the Eight Snake Families, three young leaders were beaten to death, and one gang announced its dissolution..." said Nanami Sakurai.

"We have sent an anonymous email to the Metropolitan Police Department. The email contains evidence of the crimes of the Ghost Clan. If the judge accepts this evidence, more than half of the cadres of the Ghost Clan will be sentenced to prison..."

"I didn't expect that they collapsed before we even started the war against them...Have you found out who did it?" Yuan Zhisheng asked.

"According to reliable intelligence, they are a male and a female hybrid, but rumors are circulating that they are not human and are suspected to be... Dragon Kings." Sakurai Nanami took a deep breath and spoke with difficulty.

“Dragon King? It seems that the revival of God this time has attracted not only humans…” Yuan Zhisheng frowned, this news was really bad.

"By the way, there is one more piece of information..." Sakurai Nanami hesitated for a moment, but still chose to report to Minamoto Chisei.

"explain…"

"The man who is suspected to be the Dragon King said: He only has 27 days of vacation in Japan, so he will use 9 days to travel, 9 days to give us the opportunity to prepare, and the remaining 9 days... to destroy Japan."

"You are really... extremely arrogant!" Yuan Zhisheng felt a nameless fire rising from his chest, and he grasped the long sword at his waist.

"Notify everyone to prepare for war. This time we are not targeting the fierce ghosts, but...united against the outside world!"

(End of this chapter)