C-class Hybrids Forced To Slay Dragons

"Mr. Ruan, introduce yourself."

Ruan Tingtian, the leader of the new organization. With a junior high school education, he was just a low-level gang member a month ago, and he was not well-known.

Neva, an amazing gunslinger. Didn't go to school, was imprisoned for theft, and was blinded in his right eye in prison.

Veronica, whose specific affairs are unknown, is called "Teacher". Once a primary school teacher, he was tricked into an operating table because of family debt and lost a kidney.

Oberto, the thug. Take a commission, hunt the gang leader's cleaners, and miraculously survive after falling into the hands of Salvadoran gangs.

And, Diego, who was said to be internally executed.

Puerto Cortez, in the box of the Vanilla Hotel, a man in a purple suit and a black mask looked at the "untouchables" in front of him.

He brought 20 well-trained mercenaries with him, while the four had only one gun.

"How do i call you?"

"X."

The white powder business chain runs through several classes in several countries from Central America to North America.

Most of the executors are poor people living in poverty at the bottom and ex-convicts whose bad habits are hard to change. On the other hand, there are those with other formal identities who maintain the chain of wealth.

X is one of them, he can't show his face.

"Our name is Tingtian, we are the sons of Qingtian, and we follow the destiny of heaven."

Ruan Tingtian said in a deep voice, ignoring the contempt in Mr. X's eyes. X presumably thought they were some strange primitive cult.

"Did you do all of this?"

X drops a stack of photos on the table. 7 mansions burned, 11 assassinated drug officials, 29 gang leaders and drug dealers hanged from street lamps and flagpoles.

Countless gang members have been cleared. Steel fences, prison walls, and heavy fire defenses could not stop their violent actions.

No one knows why these incompetent weaklings suddenly carried out such a violent way to cleanse the perpetrators of San Pedro Sula, let alone how they did it.

"Yes. The city has been in chaos for too long, and it's time for her to change. Violence is not our end, it's just a means to our end."

The pale young men frankly admitted that they were responsible for hundreds of deliberate murders.

Of those who died, not all sin deserved to die. But whether forced or active, anyone has to pay the price for the path he chooses.

"I don't believe you. Tell me who's behind you."

"We have no intention of showing off force, and there are no so-called people behind the scenes."

Behind them are noble dragons, or gods.

"Mr. X, we can talk openly and honestly. God will not be a stumbling block for your business, we will not intercept any of your shipments, and San Pedro Sula remains the most reliable transit point for business."

Ruan Tingtian's words made X stunned. This meeting happened only because Tingtian's purges disrupted their transportation and trafficking networks.

He originally thought that the other party's purpose must be to uproot the gray business, but he did not expect such a development.

"Our condition is that all goods are received and transported by our trained personnel and that all goods are not sold in our city. The same is true when we operate in other cities."

X frowned slightly, this condition is actually not too much. Goods are sold in Honduras for only moderate prices and high prices at their final destination.

Only about 20% of each batch of goods is sold in Honduras, and the bulk of the goods continue to be shipped north. The key to everything lies in the commission.

"In the past, the gangs here used to draw from 15% to 25%. We will draw 25% of the amount."

Ruan Tingtian said a word, which made the atmosphere in the box suddenly tense.

You monopolize all the transit business by yourself, and still charge the highest price? Even if it is taken by the entry price, this ratio is absolutely unacceptable.

"Of course, there is another plan, which is 15%. But what we want is not money, but other equivalent things."

"You want arms?"

X frowned. It seems that this is Ruan Tingtian's true intention.

"No, we don't want guns, and this country doesn't need more guns."

Ruan Tingtian shook his head solemnly.

"We want schools, hospitals, power plants, and light factories. According to 15% of the commission, you will entrust a professional company to invest in the construction of our city."

"What did you say?"

Mr. X thought he was hallucinating.

"We can't do these things with money, but you can. Mr. X, the people you represent are amazing, and I beg you to mend the scars on the city."

This is also Li Wuyue's inspiration.

Sending the black money of the gang to the down-and-out people can win the trust and pursuit of the citizens. But if you keep posting it, you will only raise a bunch of stupid people who are delicious and lazy.

It might be faster to improve the infrastructure situation with alchemy, but that would be too dazzling. This kind of engineering is more suitable to be done in human's own way.

"Hahahaha...cough cough cough!!"

Mr. X couldn't help but start laughing, almost breathless.

"I guessed that you might be violent, lunatics, careerists...but I never thought that you are a group of dreamers!"

Do these people think that their business is a shantang, and they still use drug money to run a school, do they teach how to grow leaves in the school?

"15%, what do you think?"

Instead, when he was fighting bravely on the streets before, Ruan Tingtian was already throwing his fists at him. But at this time, his heart was unexpectedly calm, which was the sense of peace brought by the power over the other party.

"No, it's not possible. 10% commission, paid once a year, or the negotiation ends here."

The four newly born high-level mixed races shook their heads at the same time, and the golden pupils ignited under the beauty pupils.

"kill......"

dong dong.

Before Mr. X could finish speaking, the two bodyguards fell to the ground and died at the same time. Ruan Tingtian took two breaths at them, it was the breath that brought death.

"Shoot, shoot!"

The gunshots rang out before X gave the order.

Before the mercenaries entered the box, a shuttle of bullets had pierced through the door and penetrated into their hearts.

The wind demon pulls bullets and reaps the lives of violent people who run for money or seek thrills. The blind right eye did not affect the accuracy of Neva's shooting at all, and she no longer relied on her eyes to aim.

The brown curly-haired Latin girl pressed her hot muzzle and whistled at Mr. X.

Former "cleaner" Oberto walked over to the arrogant negotiator, tore off his mask, and scratched Mr. X's neck with a cold, sharp steel tick.

"Fernando Avaroya, born in San Pedro Sula. DEA (USA Drug Enforcement Administration) senior agent, one of the heads of the Honduras Source Entry Drug Control Program.

Earned a bachelor's degree from Pennsylvania State University, entered the local police department, was recruited by the DEA, and was sent back to Honduras in 2009..."

Mr. X trembled all over, listening to Ruan Tingtian calmly introduce his name, life, work experience, and family situation. And "teacher" Veronica recorded everything with her mobile phone.

At this moment, it feels like he is organizing his funeral.

"Do you have anything to add, is there anything that needs to be corrected in the above, dear Fernando?"

The DEA agent was breathing hard, not even going to jail if his identity was revealed.

"We were born in the same city. Even if our skin colors are different, every drop of blood in our veins comes from this land.

Fernando, you have betrayed the land and hurt your roots with poison. Your sin is greed, ignorance, cowardice! "

The pale-skinned young man's voice gradually rose, as if the words of the judgment were read out.

"Oberto, charge some interest."

The steel sign penetrated the palm of Fernando's right hand and nailed it to the table. A slightly old hand full of calluses firmly covered Fernando's mouth.

"Left hand."

Another steel stick pierced through the flesh.

Fernando's screams filled the entire box, greeting these ignorant pariahs with the most vicious words.

"continue."

Steel sticks stabbed out mercilessly, securing the detective from hand to foot.

Oberto's eyes were as calm as ice, and his knicked, wrinkled hands were as steady as a pile driver.

"Fernando, remember the pain at this moment. The tragedy and pain you have brought to this land is ten times that."

Those steel sticks avoided the victim's blood vessels but severed his muscle fibers. No matter how much he cursed or begged, the pain would not stop.

Tears flowed down the detective's face, and he banged his head against the table in a frantic pain.

Oberto swiped away the pierced steel sticks one by one. The agent has been in pain to the point that his brain is whitened, and chaotic hallucinations are emerging in his brain.

"20%, business continues. I don't care what method you use, but that money has to be used for the development of the city. Now, go to the hospital.

You can start praying. Pray that the hospital with outdated equipment and technology can save your hands and feet. "

The four left the Vanilla Hotel, leaving behind Mr. X, who was wailing and crying. He is just a cog in the business chain. It will take time for them to break the chain of tragedy and sin that has lasted for decades.

......

"Sir, are you all right?"

This is what Li Wuyue meant. He doesn't like titles like "boss", "boss", "adult".

When they went to negotiate in Puerto Cortez, Li Wuyue also embarked on the journey. He said he was going on a trip to America.

On January 20, when Ruan Tingtian met Li Wuyue again, he looked tired.

Newspapers carried news of a massive explosion over the suburbs of Chicago, accompanied by a haze of suspiciously colored scarlet. No casualties yet.

"Nothing. Just an accident while traveling."

The raid on Cassell was far from having the desired effect. But at least he killed two humans with dubious abilities.

The raid was designed to create panic within the Secret Party and to cut off their elite. And, exposing wrong information, making that "Norma" misjudgment.

He understood the upper limit of contemporary hybrids, and the suspected appearance of Yemengarde was a pleasant surprise.

"Is the task to you all executed smoothly?"

"Business integration is smooth, the central church is being expanded, and the teams participating in the campaign have been recruited."

"Good. Tomorrow, get ready for a new race.

This is the method of cultivating the dragon subspecies, itachi. "

Li Wuyue handed a stack of pictures to her spokesperson, and then disappeared as usual.

Ruan Tingtian had a bunch of questions in his heart before he could throw it out. For example, Li Wuyue's name, where it came from, and his ultimate purpose. But there was nothing but icy air in front of him.

He stared at the blue sky in a trance. There is not a cloud in the sky, but he always has a sense of depression that the heavy rain is about to pour.

After a long time, he moved to the city's central church.

A lot of people have gathered in the church, and the "teacher" Veronica is standing on the priest's podium.

The people gathered here, without exception, are all addicts. After the source of goods is blocked, these people have become the biggest unstable factor in the city. They converted the central church into a "drug rehab".

Veronica doesn't read any classics, just some light-hearted customs, or retell other people's anecdotes and childhood stories.

Her voice hides the power to soothe the soul. In those ordinary and trivial stories, the church was peaceful, and the manic crowd fell into a drowsy and beautiful fantasy, and some had fallen asleep.

Veronica's voice is hypnosis. Hypnosis can be used to deceive, seduce, or to soothe the mind.

In the process of purging crime, killing is just a temporary solution, and the key to success lies in governance from the source.

Veronica's appearance is very relatable, and she will be pushed into politics. Her background as a teacher and her unfortunate past experience are all advantages she can use in the campaign.

Li Wuyue painted a grand blueprint for them. Let the dragon blood race occupy the high-level of all walks of life and determine its development direction.

Rebuild the city from the ground up and let its citizens choose their own draconic blood, even if they rule dictatorially.

He couldn't see where he was going, but he was a little uneasy. Ruan Tingtian looked at the cultivation method of the weasel, and a shadow slowly appeared on his face.

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"New Testament, 2 Timothy," chapter four, verse seven.

"I have fought the good fight, I have done the way, I have kept the way.

Henceforth there is a crown of righteousness reserved for you. "

Angers stroked the pure black Bible with his hand and slowly finished the eulogy.

Finally, he woke up from the hospital bed and came to the funeral of teachers and students in Kassel in a wheelchair.

Although Luo Yin was a troublesome student, his words successfully persuaded Angers.

"You cannot be absent from their funerals. You are their teacher, their guide, their comrade-in-arms.

Every funeral in Kassel ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ has mourners in black suits. Principal, you have never been absent. "

Fuck the devil.

Angers leaned on the wheelchair, pretending to be recovering from a serious injury, the wrinkles on his old face like a drawn sword.

In the sound of gunfire, the pigeons scattered and took off, and the bass in the cemetery played "Sound of Silence".

"Although I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death, I am not afraid of suffering... I usually use this sentence as a eulogy. But the one you read, Principal, is really handsome."

"I hope the priest can use this sentence at my funeral."

"Their war is over, our war has just begun."

Luo Yin pushed the principal's wheelchair.

"Tomorrow is my first performance on the school board. Principal, please help."