Dragon Clan: Restart your life

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Angers' expression remained unchanged, he calmly stood up and disappeared from the screen for a moment. When he reappeared, he was holding a bottle of whiskey and a glass filled with ice cubes.

Brown-yellow wine gurgled into the glass. Angers slightly swung the eight-percent-full wine glass and raised the glass with a smile: "Mr. Herzog, I respect you."

He took off the cigar from his mouth, blew out a puff of smoke, and drank the wine in one gulp.

Herzog was moved, even though he was confused by Angers's battle for a while. He couldn't help but asked in surprise: "What does Principal Angers mean by this?"

Angers shrugged and said: "This is a farewell drink. My vice-principal told me that this is a Chinese tradition. Give your enemy a glass of wine before he dies, otherwise he will have no chance when the enemy goes to hell. Mr. Herzog, Hope you’re happy in hell.”

The smile on the old man's face disappeared, and he stared intently at the lucky man who was obviously dozens of years older than him, but not at all old, as if he was favored by the lady of time.

"Principal Ange, this joke is not funny." He said slowly.

"A joke?" Angers put down his wine glass, put the cigar in his mouth again, shook his head and sighed, "How could it be a joke? I'm very serious. I can only say that Mr. Herzog doesn't understand me, and I hate it the most. Guys like you who always want to be the 'new dragon clan' are really troublesome, can't you just dig a hole and jump in?"

"Mr. Herzog, anyone who wants to replace the dragon family is my enemy." Angers flicked the butt of his cigar, "And those who have been my enemies will end badly."

The old man on the screen was silent for a while, then he laughed softly, clapped his hands and praised: "You are indeed Principal Angers. Your determination to slay the dragon is really firm, so why don't we cooperate? In fact, we all have a common purpose. That is to bury all the dragons. This world does not need those monsters that have lived from the old times to the present. What it needs is more perfect creatures, and this world needs a perfect monarch to rule."

Angre smiled and said: "Don't compare you with me, it will make me so sick that I want to spit out my dinner. Do you want to bury all the dragons and then take the final throne yourself? Unfortunately, I am used to slaying dragons before Let’s dig out all of you bugs first and burn them to ashes. I also like Chinese culture, such as the saying, ‘In order to fight against the outside world, we must first settle down at home’.”

The old man shook his head regretfully and said: "Principal Angers, you don't know what you rejected."

Angers spread his hands and said sincerely: "Don't be like this, Mr. Herzog, do you think I'm mentally retarded?"

"Of course not. There is probably no one in this world who can look down on you. Even as an opponent, you are an opponent worthy of respect." The old man lowered his eyes slightly.

"She has been born and is sitting in front of me." Ange said helplessly, "If you really know me, then you should know what kind of person I am, but you are actually trying to convince me to cooperate with someone like you. "

"Mr. Herzog, you misunderstood. Everyone says that I am an old man like a lion. Although I don't think so. After all, people have to learn to be humble. But whether I am a lion or not, I will not hide behind Rats in the gutter cooperate.”

Angers raised his glass again, shook his finger slightly, and said contemptuously: "To put it simply, you don't deserve it."

The old man's face darkened: "Principal Angers, if I want, I can turn Tokyo into a slaughterhouse at any time."

"I'm really ashamed to say it..." Angers scratched his head, "What on earth have I done to make you think I am a savior?"

Angers waved his cigar, with the aura of scolding Fang Qiu, and said in a brisk tone: "As we all know, Hilbert Jean Angers was never a savior, he was an avenger. If you really let Tokyo and even Japan become It’s a purgatory, then I would be honored to inherit the legacy of the dead Japanese and chop off your head to complete my revenge.”

Herzog said lightly: "I am greatly disappointed by your stubbornness and prejudice. There are never eternal allies in this world, and naturally there are no eternal enemies. Enemies and friends can transform into each other. The Sheqi Eight Family cannot give you what you want. But I can give you the technology to purify your bloodline, the method to cultivate a controllable Deadpool, and even the method to usurp the throne. I come with sincerity, but you embrace it with humiliation."

"Sincerity?" Angers shrugged, "I just think you treat me as a retard."

Herzog said regretfully: "Your Excellency Angers, I would like to ask you a question. In the more than one hundred years you have been alive, have you ever felt the call from your bloodline?"

He stared at Ange through the electronic screen and spoke slowly: "Tell me, why are the hybrids unwilling to expose the secrets of the dragon clan to everyone? Do they not want to drag innocent humans into this war? Or do they? Are you afraid of becoming the target of public criticism, being suspected and feared by all humans, and being regarded as an alien?"

"There are too many possible reasons. In my opinion, these reasons may have occurred before, but they are not the most fundamental."

"Just like the Secret Party. The war between the Secret Party and the Dragon Clan has lasted for more than two thousand years. A group of idealists with dragon blood flowing in their veins have fought bloody battles for two thousand years for humans who are completely different from them? It really makes people want to laugh."

"Your Excellency Angers, there is one significant difference between you and previous secret party leaders, that is, you are a complete grassroots!"

"You don't have a family behind you, but what about before you? The previous leader, Menike Cassel, came from the Cassel family. I don't need to describe the glory of this family."

"Almost all the leaders of the Secret Party in the past are the owners of some prominent wealthy families, and there are even Christian popes among them. I remember that there is a family in the Secret Party called Beowulf, a legendary dragon-slaying family, but how did they get started? What did the ancestors of Beowulf rely on to ascend to the throne of king and create a kingdom? "

"Principal Angers, ideals are one of the most beautiful flowers in the garden of the human spirit, but the more beautiful the flowers, the shorter they bloom. With just the word 'ideal', the secret party cannot survive for thousands of years."

"How much wealth has the secret party obtained from dragon slaying over the past thousands of years?"

"Speaking of which, it seems that the truth about the hybrid's unwillingness to let the Dragon Clan's secrets be exposed is right in front of us."

"Of course, you may not understand these things, because as I said, you are a grassroots person. You don't care about wealth or family, you only care about your revenge. But in order to gain the support of the school board, you sometimes have to make Concede so that the school directors, who hold huge wealth, can give you some money so that you can continue to build your dragon-slaying army."

"You see, in a sense, there is no difference between me and your companions. Since you can give in to your companions for power and money, why can't you cooperate with me?"

He smiled, anticipating with interest what answer Angers would give.

Is it a denigration of himself, an angry scolding, or an impassioned speech to emphasize that his school directors were also brave and fearless dragon-slaying warriors?

Ange also smiled, then raised his glass and drank: "Here's to you."

Two simple words, but they seemed to say "I never talk too much to dead people." This contempt made Herzog's face gradually cool down.

He looked at Angers coldly, and Angers looked at him with a smile.

"It seems we have nothing more to say." Herzog said slowly.

"You finally realized it." Angers smiled and closed the video call.

When the call was hung up, Ange stood up with a frown and came to the window. It was raining heavily outside the window. On such a night, the amount of rain would inevitably make sleep uneasy.

Angers walked into the bathroom, took a basin of water, and politely woke the vice-principal from his sleep.

"Don't sleep, we are in trouble." Ange said in a deep voice.

When it comes to treating innocent people, he is far from being as indifferent as in the previous conversation.

He can drop a nuclear bomb over Tokyo in order to bury the god who is about to awaken, but this must be the last resort. Before that, as long as there is a chance, he will try his best to fight for it, and he will not give up anyone easily.

The vice-principal blinked, looking confused.

"Do you know the drainage system in Tokyo?"

"...What wrong signal did I give you to make you think that I actually understand this thing?" The vice principal scratched his head, "If you ask me, Teacher Bo, Teacher Wu, etc., I can chat with you for a while. "

Listening to this inexplicably familiar conversation, Ange's face darkened.

"Since you don't understand, then I hope you can get someone who understands to come to Japan." Ange emphasized, "The sooner the better, if it's later we may not have time."

"Anyone who understands this?" The vice-principal asked, "Isn't it just the Equipment Department? It's even harder to get the Equipment Department here at this time."

Ange's eyes widened and he said encouragingly: "Aren't you born just to ascend to heaven?"

The vice-principal glared and said, "The tone you speak now is exactly the same as when I fooled those idiots in the equipment department."

"Oh, it seems that you have mastered the method of fooling those idiots, great! I look forward to you bringing those idiots to Japan. How can you not bring experts with you to save the world?" Angers thumbs up.

The vice-principal thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Indeed, the principal and vice-principal are both in Japan. How can those idiots not live and die with us?"

He was wandering around the living room with his hands behind his back and his head lowered, muttering to him to think of how to fool those idiots over.

Suddenly, the vice-principal suddenly raised his head and high-fived: "Yes, we will reimburse them for first-class air tickets and luxury hotels, and then tell them as people who have experienced it that Tokyo's izakayas are the most exciting places in the world..."

"What if they have doubts? After all, Japan has been a bit uneasy recently." Angers said tactfully.

"My standing here is enough to prove that Japan is the safest place in the world. They have nothing to be afraid of." The vice-principal raised his eyebrows.

The principal nodded with pleasure and said that the vice-principal was very self-aware and had performed the phrase "a gentleman should not stand under dangerous walls" vividly and deeply in recent years, which was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

In addition, the only person who understands a group of idiots best is the leader of the idiots.

The priest listened and didn't know whether to shake his head or nod. He sat in the corner of the sofa in the living room from beginning to end, holding a bottle of vodka and drinking from it.

"Your Excellency, does this rain make any difference in your eyes?"

While the vice-principal was calling to fool people, Angers quietly came to the sofa and had a drink with the priest.

"Professional speaking, it means that the distribution of elements is completely disordered."

"What can affect the distribution of elements on such a large scale?" Angers asked, "Is it the Food of the Night?"

"That is indeed one of the factors." The priest looked at the dark sky outside the window and sighed. "With such a large-scale elemental turbulence, it is natural that dragon king-level creatures will be resurrected."

"Is it a god?" Ange seemed to be muttering to himself.

"More than that." The priest spit out an answer that made Ang Ze's heart palpitate, and said with a deep look, "The god you talk about has become someone's shield. Someone is using the violent changes in the sky during her recovery to hide the signs of her own awakening."

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"Bondarev is too suspicious," Caesar said. "Compared to Herzog who has surfaced, we know nothing about him, and even Herzog himself doesn't know anything about him. ."

He suddenly fell silent, shook his head and said: "This topic is temporarily suspended. If we want to investigate Bondarev, we may first find the research institute in Black Swan Port mentioned by Herzog. Only by finding there first can we prove that Herzog Everything Zog said is true. Before that, let’s get rid of Herzog.”

"If the data collection is good enough, we can withdraw." Chu Zihang nodded and shook the camera in his hand.

"Okay, there is one more question before we withdraw." Caesar nodded, looked at Xia Mi and said, "What to do with these dead servants? They will lose control after you leave, right?"

Xia Mi said: "I can force them to gather in a group. Did you bring bombs? We will kill them with a 'bang'!"

"Girl, don't blow up all day long." Caesar said earnestly, "I think it's better to burn it to death. I won't worry until this kind of thing is burned to ashes. So I'll leave this place to you and your wife."

He patted the couple on the shoulders and walked towards the door carrying the Desert Eagle and Yuan Zhennu.

A moment later, the perfect combination of wind and fire erupted in this underground research room, which was as spacious as a stadium, burning everything that was not allowed in the world to ashes.