There was dead silence in the room, only the chink of the wall clock could be heard.
These young people all come from outstanding mixed-race families. They are the new generation of elites and the spokespersons of the family.
Their vision and hearing are far sharper than humans. Some of them are natural shooters and can easily hit targets one kilometer away with ordinary military rifles without optical sights.
But no one saw the scene clearly.
Angers' actions seemed to have a period of time cut out of thin air. One moment he held the wine glass high, and the next moment, the wine glass fell on Mustache's face, and the folding knife was pressed against Mustache's throat.
The biting cold air was still in the throat of the young man with the moustache. He covered his neck and allowed the golden wine to flow. The shards of the wine glass were embedded in his face, but the damage was far less than the one that seemed not to be there. A folding knife of any lethality.
Everyone's shirts were soaked with cold sweat. They sat there blankly, trying their best to recall the moment when time was cut off. The burning majesty erupted from Angers' body, which was some kind of spontaneous realm born with the burning of blood.
According to the legends of the ancestors, dragon slayers cannot look directly into the eyes of dragons, because looking directly at such creatures will destroy the hearts of anyone who is not determined, and even destroy their souls.
Longwei!
Henkel soaked a handkerchief in an ice bucket and handed it to the injured young man: "Wipe your face. It doesn't matter. I didn't expect you to get anything from him. I just tested his attitude. You did a good job." .”
"oh oh."
The young man took the handkerchief and pressed it to his face in panic. Ice water mixed with wine, and bright red blood flowed down, staining the cuffs of his shirt red.
"It seems that our action this time will not get the support of the secret party." Another young man said.
"Not necessarily. At least he didn't leave anything on each of your throats. This is already the biggest gain."
Henkel turned to the injured young man: "You have already touched his bottom line just now. If you can save your life, he is already showing mercy."
"Bottom line?"
"Dead companions."
Henkel leaned on crutches and stood up with difficulty: "Whether he is a mixed race or an ordinary person, Angers values his companions beyond your imagination."
"He is already over 130 years old. A 130-year-old man should have prepared his coffin long ago and listened to his grandson's stories in peace."
"But when he was sitting quietly in front of me, drinking champagne, I felt that his body was tense and ready to jump at any time, like a crocodile before hunting."
Henkel opened the drawer and took out two golden old-fashioned revolvers.
He unloaded a bullet and placed it on the table, a .5-inch Magnum pistol round.
This kind of bullet can knock down a hippopotamus with one shot even without modification, and the head of this bullet is engraved with a mysterious pattern unique to alchemical weapons.
Alchemy Wheel "Texas Dawn".
The young people looked at each other and knew that their attitude towards Angers was too flippant.
It has been many years since Henkel took out the pair of alchemy revolvers that once wrote the history of the mixed race. He is already a prominent family leader among the mixed race, and it is no longer his job to use force.
But when he met Angers, he was always armed.
"I have to be wary when I meet him face to face. I am about the same age as him, but I am almost dying of old age, and he is still as lively as a young man."
Henkel paused, playing with the pair of alchemy wheels in his hands, and sighed softly: "I really envy his youth, and his wildfire-like... desire."
"Just...forget it?" A young man broke the silence.
"Ange is different from Frost Gattuso, but there is no doubt that they are both standard mass murderers. Anything related to dragons is sand in their eyes. If you don't want to die, just put your hands away as soon as possible. return."
Henkel walked to one wall and knocked on it: "Ange has left. Come out."
Little red door hidden in the wall
It opened and the middle-aged man walked out silently.
The silver-gray suit, shiny leather shoes and rose gold watch perfectly match his luxurious look with his tall and straight body.
The young people stared at his feet in unison. His steps were firm and gentle, with a strong sense of rhythm.
What a confident debut!
It strongly explains the positioning of "elegant and successful man". This man can completely replace Sean Connery to endorse LV travel bags.
He sat down on the chair opposite Henkel without saying hello to anyone.
When he stepped into the room where the leaders of the mixed-race family gathered, he felt like he was in a deserted place.
Henkel raised his eyes and glanced at him: "We have settled the matter for you this time."
"It's something worth celebrating."
The man took out a bottle of wine from the ice bucket and took two wine glasses. After pouring the wine, he placed one of them in front of Henkel, his movements as smooth as if he was the owner here.
Handan raised the wine glass, tequila was shaking in the glass, and there was a curled up butterfly larva soaked in the brown wine: "Because of this incident, we have lost two families here, don't you think you should make some compensation? What?"
"compensate?"
The middle-aged man smiled: "You must have benefited a lot from my experiments over the years. If nothing else, just Mr. Henkel..."
The middle-aged man looked Henkel up and down: "It's really good. You were already so old when we first met, but now you can still pick up your spinner and drink the pure wine produced in Tequ Town. The top quality brewed from blue agave grass..."
The man skillfully sprinkled some fine salt on the mouth of his left hand, picked up a slice of lemon, raised the glass with his right hand, stared at the butterfly larvae curled up in the brown wine, and took a deep breath: "It's really a man's wine!"
He took a sip of the lemon, stuck out his tongue and licked the fine salt clean, raised his head boldly, drank the whole glass of tequila, and then loudly and forcefully spit out the bug on the silver plate.
He looked at Henkel, his pupils were a dark golden color that was different from ordinary mixed-race species, as deep as night.
"That's a miracle in itself, isn't it?"
Henkel was silent for a while, then placed the runner filled with Magnum bullets on the table: "Aren't you worried about me handing you over to Angers?"
The middle-aged man smiled: "Even if Angers suspected Henkel of this matter, he would never think of a family that has withdrawn from New York and left the United States for more than ten years."
"You thought of it from the beginning."
"This is also the purpose of my experiments when I arrived in New York."
Henkel also drank the tequila with the same action: "You are much more cunning than your father, Francis."
"You are much more cunning than I am, Mr. Henkel."
"It is a great misfortune for the Rockefeller family to provoke you."
"No, this is just a choice of fate."
"What about the Franz family? They were the seeds you planted in New York, and you just abandoned them?"
"This is also fate."
Francis stared at the wine glass: "The fate of the seed is either to grow into a towering tree, or to rot in the ground. From the moment they become abandoned, their fate has been doomed."
"What a cruel family."
"We are just walking on the path of destiny."
The two looked at each other and smiled, clinking glasses while the young people around them were confused, and decided the future of the two families in just a few words.
One of them is Rockefeller, who can influence the economy of the United States and the world.
After drinking all the wine in the glass, the middle-aged man adjusted his suit and said, "This body is no longer useful. You can dispose of it yourself."
After saying that, he swayed and fell down.
Henkel picked up the Texas Dawn that he had just placed on the table and pointed it at the man's head.
"boom!"
The middle-aged man who was elegantly tasting wine just now has turned into broken watermelons on the ground.
The young people around him tensed up, and all of them began to look at their noses with their eyes and their minds with their noses.
Henkel wiped the gun body with a handkerchief: "Find a few people and clean up this place."
After that, he left on crutches.
Angers sat in the driver's seat with a cigar in his mouth and was silent for a while. Then he suddenly started the engine and pressed the accelerator to the bottom. The Maserati jumped out of the water like a shark, with the rear tires rubbing against the ground and billowing smoke.
The crazy acceleration pushed the strong old man directly into the racing seat.
This is the effect of the car being fully powered. In just half a minute, it approached a speed of 400 kilometers per hour. I am afraid that only Bugatti, the fastest sports car in the world, can achieve it. At this speed, it can travel on an ordinary highway. Open, it's like firing an aircraft cannon shell from an old-fashioned shotgun!
The highway, which originally had few cars, suddenly became crowded. If you passed one car at such a high speed, you would undoubtedly encounter the next one soon.
The Maserati passed by one car after another in a strange arc, and the cars behind it honked their horns in horror. The whistles were lengthened by the top speed, and they were quickly left behind.
For a Ferrari traveling at 200 kilometers an hour, the car passed by it as if it were passing by a standing pedestrian.
The relative speed is 200 kilometers!
The crazy guys in the equipment department tuned it! There is no doubt about it!
Angers' word spirit is "Time Zero" that can extend the effect of time. Once he releases this word spirit, the speed is far from fast enough and is about the same as a bicycle.
For a crazy old man who likes to drive fast cars and possesses such a spirit of speech, how could his car not be a beast that just runs to the edge of losing control?
It was clear that they were not driving in the opposite direction, but the car in front seemed to be coming head-on. The merging movement drew arcs out of Martha's exhaust, and the lights and shadows outside the front windshield were dazzling.
The old guy Angers put on his sunglasses and sang some old song loudly in the sunshine!
He actually knows very well that Rockefeller and the family starting with F are just scapegoats being pushed out.
Behind them may be standing a mixed-race family, a large number of medieval nobles, and half of the mixed-race world.
But these are not important. If they really cooperate with dragons, then Angers will really kill everyone present on the spot, and then fabricate a reason for collective Deadpool transformation to rationally escape. There is no problem at all.
But Angers did not do this.
Wanting to become a new dragon... this is a matter within the mixed race.
From Ange's point of view, these things are actually harmless.
Even if these "ideal" guys become new enemies after the dragons are wiped out, that's still a problem after the dragons are wiped out.
Even if we put aside the alien society, this kind of thinking cannot be absolutely unified within the mixed race.
And it’s not like Angers doesn’t know how to do anything.
This is also the meaning of his existence.
Every time he flew over London, Angers looked down, looking for the River Cam, and then along the River Cam for the Bridge of Sighs...
A hundred years ago, there was a school rule in Cambridge. Students who violated the school rules were punished to think beside the bridge, and the students always sighed while thinking.
Cambridge is no longer what it used to be, but Angers still misses it very much.
To Angers, today's Cambridge is just a phantom of the Cambridge a hundred years ago, but he still can't help but go back there again and again.
Standing there, you will feel warm, and you will vaguely smell the atmosphere of a hundred years ago. The white silk dress and Oxford-style white-soled high heels in your memory are fresh again.
Angers had no relatives, and his best friends were all dead. He lived a sad lifespan in the mixed race. There were not many things left in this world worth remembering for him.
So what if all the dragon kings are killed?
Will Cambridge ever happen again?
Will my friends be resurrected?
The girls I once admired will jump out of their graves and talk to
Do they also turn into skeletal husbands, divorced, and run into the arms of Angers?
Wearing Angers' favorite white silk dress and Oxford heels?
No more, all this is no longer possible.
but!
He still can't allow this to be ruined!
If Cambridge is destroyed, there will be no place to remember it.
If Kassel Academy is destroyed, Angers will have failed his friends in the Lionheart Society.
If you destroy the tombstones of girls you have a crush on, then risk your life with them.
These are the last of these meanings in life...
Although as ethereal as a phantom in the floating light...
But it is also the only thing in his life.
Angers blew the cigar butt out of the car.
eternal life……
These so-called "new dragons" are trying to steal the power of dragons. They will one day become enemies, but now, they are all effective forces against dragons.
He will send them all to the battlefield as the sharpest sword to destroy dragons, even if he straps alchemy bombs to them.
Both the new dragon clan and the old dragon clan will be buried on the battlefield in this war, and the old guys will erect their tombstones with their own hands.
This is the life of this old guy.
I have lived for more than 130 years but have been dying generously. I have always been rushing forward at high speed and I don’t know when I will hit the wall and my bones will be shattered. I can sing loudly without fear even if I get used to it.
He is such a lonely and strong man.
Driving a luxury car, wearing a custom-made suit, and carrying a beautiful young woman on his arm, he looks very impressive. He looks like an absurdly old playboy, but there is a fierce energy buried in his heart. Once exposed, it is like the gun that never leaves his body. As intimidating as a jackknife.
(End of chapter)
