Dragon Race: Dragon of Eternal Time

Chapter 131 The Arrival of Gods
"Thanks to this damned dragon bloodline, we can live for a long time, and many deadly diseases will bypass..." Anger said freely, "The day I die, the parts of my body must be too old to be used... Or it might be swallowed by the Dragon King in one bite, but no matter how you think about it, my meat can't be delicious."

"Sit still, children!" Angers started the engine and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. Maserati roared and rushed out like a lion breaking free from its chains.

This male lion completely ignored all traffic rules, rushed left and right, overtook cars continuously, ran red lights, forced other vehicles to brake suddenly, blocked the entrance in all directions, and as long as he passed the intersection, all traffic was paralyzed.

This is totally not the way a centenarian should drive. It is clearly a young drag racing party.

No wonder it is said that Kassel College is a paradise for lunatics. It turns out that the principal who takes the lead is an old lunatic!
"Ahhh! So exciting!" Xia Mi raised his arms high and cheered loudly.

Mo Shi lowered his head and played the mobile game very calmly, while Chu Zihang quietly closed his eyes to rest his mind.

No one was intimidated by the high speed.

"You are all calm, you are indeed the best group of students in our college." Anger shook the goblet in his hand with great enjoyment, added another piece of ice, and drank it down in one gulp.Then continue to accelerate.

It can be seen that driving fast is a very enjoyable thing for him, and it is even worth having a drink to celebrate.

"Grandpa Principal, your driver's license will be revoked for drunk driving." Xia Mi reminded.

"Don't worry about the children, they won't renew the driver's license for a 100-year-old man." Anger said with a smile, "I didn't have such a thing as a driver's license when I was driving, and there were no traffic rules at that time."

During the conversation, the Maserati driven by Angers passed between the two cars by a narrow margin, which shocked the two drivers into a cold sweat and couldn't help yelling.Angers just stretched out a hand out of the car window in an internationally accepted gesture of greeting.

Then it accelerated again, giving out an incomparably joyful cheer that only young people would emit, which accelerated the secretion of adolescent girls' hormones.

The other party could only grit his teeth with anger, but watched Maserati disappear helplessly.

This is not an old gentleman, he is clearly an old hooligan wearing a gentleman's skin!
In the end, Maserati stopped slowly on the speed bump on the side of the road.

"Are you ready, Mo Shi? You are in charge of this auction, Chu Zihang and Xia Mi are with me." Anger handed a tiny bluetooth headset to Mo Shi, "During the auction, we will use this communication."

"I've already got the mission plan in mind. I'm Klein, a very unlucky newcomer to the industry. As long as it's the auction item I like, it's rubbish..." Mo Shi said that Kassel College was doing this for this The false identity given to him by the mission.

"Yes, we have already publicized this false identity through the strength of the news department. With this identity as a cover, we can reduce some ignorant competitors." Angers took out a cigar, stuffed it into his mouth and lit it.

"Understood." Mo Shi nodded.

"Here is your invitation card, don't lose it." Anger handed over another envelope, "There is also a bank card inside, which is the account Norma opened for you at the Bank of Zurich, and 200 million US dollars have been deposited .You get off here first, and the college will send a car to pick you up later."

Mo Shi reached out to take the envelope, then put on the Armani haute couture suit that Ange had prepared for him for this mission, adjusted his collar, and got out of the car alone.

After Mo Shi got out of the car, Angers started the engine again, and Maserati drove away.

"See you at the auction house, brother!" Xia Mi poked his head out of the car window, waving his arms and shouting.

Mo Shi also waved politely in response.

He looked up and saw that the clear blue sky was cloudless, as clear as jasper.Today is a rare fine weather, very suitable for going out for a walk.

Without making Mo Shi wait too long, a black stretched Lincoln sedan slowly stopped in front of him.

The door opened, and the driver came down: "It's Commissioner Mo, I'm a member of the executive department responsible for assisting you."

"Well, I'm sorry." Mo Shi nodded.

"Please get in the car, Commissioner Mo." The driver Mo Shi opened the door in a respectful manner, and his movements were impeccable, which was enough to show that he had received professional training.

In order to carry out various disguised infiltration missions, the Executive Department has very strict training on acting skills and various skills.Basically an ordinary member of the executive department, he can be a driver, a cook, or even jump to the identity of an artist.

Mo Shi got into the car, started the extended Lincoln, and slowly drove into a small road hidden in the downtown area, Pennsylvania Road.

There are towering buildings on both sides of the road. They were built in the prosperous metropolitan era in the 50s. After a long time, the plaster on the walls has peeled off, like the face of an old man, mottled.

The sun can't shine into this street, it's a bit gloomy, you can even see green moss under the corner of the wall, and a breeze blows, bringing a little bit of coolness.

At the end of the road stood a huge old square building like a sleeping monster.

The building is called the Municipal Opera of Chicago.

Celebrities used to gather here. Every night 60 years ago, all kinds of luxury cars were parked at the gate of the opera house. The polite gentlemen came to enjoy the elegant opera with their young and beautiful female companions, and the waiters shouted loudly. Chanting each of the noble names.

After the changes of the times, it has now declined, and it is no longer as noisy as in the past, but just fell into a deep sleep quietly.But today, it woke up again, with a more upscale car lined up at the door than ever, with red taillights flashing.

This scene, as if time went back in time, returned to those countless nights 60 years ago.

A black stretched Lincoln sedan slowly stopped in front of the gate of the Opera House.

Its grandeur and calm demeanor made the waiter's pupils shrink suddenly, and a storm arose in his heart. He could feel that the person in this car was definitely an extremely dignified figure!He quickly ran down the steps.

The car window lowered slowly, and a slender, white, young hand with well-defined bones stretched out, and handed out a dark red invitation card with a luxurious gold border.

"Mr. Klein L.M!" The waiter chanted this extremely strange name loudly, as if welcoming the arrival of a well-known god.

(End of this chapter)