Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 619 Only
Caesar is a second-degree disease, and the second disease has always been a kind of extravagant personal hobby, mainly manifested in spending too much energy on some useless thinking and slogans.

As a maverick with secondary illness, Caesar also secretly practiced 36 handsome postures for releasing divine spells in the student union office, and then he discovered that those cool postures and chants would only slow down his fighting speed.

As I said before, Gattuso's heirs don't really need to fight. Perhaps Caesar has received complete combat training, but in the final analysis he still lacks experience, about combat experience.

So after discovering the problem, he began to learn how to evolve like a sponge absorbing water. In the first year, Caesar learned how to investigate and how to cooperate with the team. way has been simplified.

In the second year, the inconspicuous Chu Zihang began to rise. In the process of forming a team with his old opponent, Caesar learned a lot of strange combat experience. He learned to be unexpected and omnipotent. Also learned to smash the enemy's face with a truck.

Now, in his junior year, he is completely different from the sophomore boy back then. Although he will still try his best to pose as a sophomore and give a shameful line, but in terms of combat experience, he is not at all. lack.

In Gattuso's manor, Gulweger was digging a pit with a shovel. As a priest who said what he said and did what he said, if he wanted to bury Gattuso's people in the soil, then he must Bury it.

"Phew..." Gulweger let out a sigh of relief. She has been growing vegetables behind the chapel all these years, and she is quite new when it comes to digging pits. The pits are extremely deep, and the fruits and vegetables planted must be longer than the ones she planted. excellent.

The butler, who was knocked down by Caesar, woke up faintly, just in time to watch Gulweger add a shovel of soil to his waist. Now the butler is half buried in the soil, even if he keeps struggling, he can't get out.

"It should be fine like this." Guerweger looked at the fruits of his labor with satisfaction, and the housekeeper was like a tree planted in a pit, looking up at Guerweger in despair.

On the side, Passy, ​​who was carrying the unconscious enemy, straightened his clothes and stood aside, reminding without losing the opportunity: "Perhaps, we should let them dig their own pits."

"Isn't that the same as the Mafia?" Gullweger frowned, and waved the shovel in his hand: "You support yourself, you have your jobs, and I can't be idle."

The Italian mafia had two unique skills back then. One was to pour cement on a person's feet, and then sink him into a lake; grave.

However, Gulweger didn't want to do this. These years of life had taught her to be self-reliant, so under the helpless eyes of Percy, Gulweger began to dig holes and bury people.

"Aren't you going to check on Caesar's situation?" Passy asked in a low voice.

Gulweger was sweating profusely and shook his head: "Believe me, this kind of thing is very easy for Caesar."

Is it easy? Passy looked up at the Gattuso Manor in the distance, where the sound of guns firing continued, and Caesar's figure flashed past a window with a wanton smile on his face, as if he was just a man. game.

……

Inside the manor, Caesar hid in a corner. Behind the corner was a group of the most elite Gattuso dragon-slaying squad. They were fully armed and formed a human wall, airtightly protecting the things behind them with a firepower covering net.

There is the road leading to the basement of the manor, where all the sleeping elders of the Gattuso family are waiting for the call of the younger generation.

The so-called dragon slaying team is not necessarily those who are responsible for slaying dragons. Most of the members may not have met the dragon clan at all, but the family is used to calling those elite teams the dragon slaying team.

Even if the most they have done is to assassinate the enemies of the family.

Would Caesar be afraid of bullets, of course he would.

Maybe small-caliber pistol bullets can't break through his shield, but the protective net composed of larger rifle bullets and multiple automatic rifles also makes him unable to resist the nature of force. Although he is a second-year student, he is definitely not stupid. Don't show your face to pick up a machine gun.

"The protection is very strict, and the antidote is also available. The Friga fog doesn't work." Caesar kept flashing the current situation in his mind, and he didn't dare to use his words. The air fluctuations brought by the weasel would reveal his position: "Maybe It can be like this..."

The dragon slaying team responsible for protecting the basement is very relaxed now, and even started chatting in the communication channel of the team. They look down on their heir to the Secondary School. From the eyes of these elites, perhaps Caesar's talent is very strong, but in terms of They are still stronger in battle.

"The young master is just playing with his temper again." The captain said so, holding the gun loosely, and said to the team members: "Just protect the laboratory, and the rest will be handled by other teams."

They are a team dedicated to protecting the basement. This task is performed by twelve different dragon-slaying teams, and they rotate every month. However, because the task is simple and easy, it is very popular with some team members.

"What do you think is that?" Suddenly, a team member in charge of security made a gesture, and the team immediately entered a combat state, but immediately every team member felt deeply confused.

Floating towards them in the air was a hammer emitting light blue light, which looked a bit illusory, like a ghost drawn in a cartoon.

"Be vigilant, try to shoot." The captain made a tactical gesture, and a team member pointed the gun in his hand at the hammer that was flying forward. Amid the roar of the gun, a shuttle of bullets hit the hammer head.

There was a little blue light on the hammer, but the bullet penetrated the hammer and hit the wall behind. The player who fired the shot turned his head. Even with the tactical eyepiece, others could see his confusion.

"What is this?" The captain cursed in a low voice. For mixed races, the unknown usually represents danger, so logically, the captain issued an order: "Shoot and don't let it come close."

For a moment, the team members fired one after another, and the bullets formed an insurmountable steel wall, smashing towards the blue hammer.

The hammer was crumbling in the metal storm of the bullets, even though the bullets passed through it, it still seemed to have caused damage to its structure. Finally, amidst the roar of the gunfire, the hammer shattered and spread out as a ball of dazzling white light .

"Attention, flashbang!" The captain pulled down the tactical eyepiece on his forehead, but this small movement made him miss the opportunity to make a shot.

In that brilliant light, Caesar jumped out from the corner, and the weasel roared to guide him in the direction. The bullets were shot from the gun in his hand, and every bullet was so precise that it landed on the vital point of the dragon slaying team. .

When the light went out, Caesar stood in front of the fallen dragon-slaying party, the light made his hair golden, like a child of the sun.

"That... what?" The captain looked at Caesar unwillingly, and the other party glanced at him, and said with a chuckle:
"It's just magic."

(End of this chapter)