Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei Returns from Warhammer Retirement

Chapter 287 Angers wants this Nibelungen

"How's Mingfei?"

Angers frowned.

A $600 Behike cigar burnt down, but never smoked.

"The situation is very grim."

The night watchman sat on the sofa and shook his head.

Although there is still one, it is still unacceptable to lose a heart.

Without two hearts pumping blood at the same time, Lu Mingfei's strength would drop by at least two-thirds.

For a fighter, this is no different from fatal wounds.

The Japanese branch was unable to deal with such serious injuries, so Lu Mingfei had no choice but to contact Angers.

Anyway, they have enough secrets in common, and this one is not bad.

Unexpectedly, Anger was quite calm about the fact that Lu Mingfei had two hearts, and just asked the vice principal to come over for consultation immediately.

"Can't it be restored with alchemy?"

he asked.

"Alchemy is not a miracle, and the Philosopher's Stone is not a real panacea. Moreover, the boy's body structure is completely different from that of ordinary people, so there is no way to do it."

The vice principal complained.

To be honest, when he saw Lu Mingfei's body scan for the first time, his jaw almost dropped to the floor.

The vice principal's first thought was that this kid is not human.

But compared to the structure of the dragon clan he had seen, he found that it was completely different.

Lu Mingfei told him straightforwardly that this was the result of the transformation of the sacred gene-seed.

As for whether the vice principal believes it or not, that is his business.

"What did Mingfei say?"

Angers ignored the second half of his words.

"He said just find him a Nibelung, but that's not iced Coke, you can find it in any supermarket."

The vice principal said helplessly.

"Nibelungen."

Angers lowered his head and pondered.

Indeed, Lu Mingfei seems to have always had a particularly strong interest in the Nibelungen.

Perhaps, there is really a way to heal his injuries.

After a while, he raised his head.

"Hey, you didn't mean that, did you?"

How many years have the relationship between the vice-principal and Angers, you can tell what he is thinking at a glance.

"why not?"

Angers asked back.

"There's nothing wrong with me, but it's no wonder that guy would talk to you, that's their lifeblood."

The vice-principal pouted.

"What's the use of a grave for a group of vampires who have infiltrated the crowd?"

Angers sneered.

He picked up the phone and paused, his eyes were firm again, and he dialed the extremely unfamiliar number.

"I never thought you'd call me."

In an old-fashioned bar on Sunset Boulevard, Henkel picked up a hockey puck and dropped it into tequila soaked in butterfly larvae.

"Trust me, I didn't expect that either."

Angers took a glass of rum from the bartender in a red vest and threw half a lemon into it.

"I suspect that you have provided false information. My people have searched Huaguo all over the country, but they haven't found the shadow of the Dragon King."

Henkel said with some displeasure.

Those who can be sent to find the Dragon King are his elite, and every day wasted in Huaguo is a serious loss.

"That only shows that the level of your subordinates is not good. And don't brag, old guy, we all know how big Huaguo is. It would be good if your little ponies can go through the three eastern provinces."

Angers sneered.

"Humph."

Henkel bowed his head and took a sip of his wine, which was equivalent to acquiescing to his words.

"Tell me, what did you call me out for? Don't say that you called me out for a drink. We haven't had such a good friendship since 1900."

The old cowboy threw his glass on the bar, and the wine splashed everywhere.

"I want the Nibelung that you have."

Anger said lightly.

There was a suffocating silence, and the bar was empty at some point, except for two old but still ferocious beasts.

"Do you know what you're talking about, Angers."

Henkel said slowly.

"I know."

Ong heats his head.

"To get it, we bloodied the entire Rocky Mountains with the blood of the Mormons. Now you open your mouth and want it over?"

Henkel leaned back, as if in awe of the whimsical idea.

"Are you confused, or do you regard the North American Mixed Race League as a branch of Kassel?"

There was sarcasm and anger in his tone.

"Lu Mingfei is injured and needs treatment from Nibelungen."

Ange's tone remained calm.

"Since when did the Nibelungen have a healing effect? ​​Besides, what does it matter to us if your people are injured?"

Henkel snorted.

This old guy doesn't think that the Secret Party and the North American Alliance are some kind of all-weather strategic partnership, right?

"I have no children, and Mingfei is my favorite heir, that is, my child. Now he needs Nibelungen to heal his injuries, so I will get him Nibelungen."

Angers' fingers tightened, making the iron wine glass creak.

"If I don't get it, I'll go into Wall Street and kill your young men one by one, until all the heirs to the North American League of Blood are dead."

His voice is colder than a puck.

"Are you threatening me?"

Henkel narrowed his eyes, with a dangerous golden light shining through the slits.

"I'm just letting you know, Henkel. Ming Fei is the only one who can kill the Black King and end the history of the Dragon Clan. If you destroy him, I will destroy everything."

Angers said.

"Old fellow, are you unreasonable? I didn't injure Lu Mingfei."

Henkel was appalled by his audacity.

"Reason? What reason do you have with a father who is about to lose his child?"

Angers crushed the wine glass into scrap iron.

Henkel was about to speak when the phone rang from his pocket.

His face changed, it was the ringtone of a special phone, which would only ring in the most urgent time.

"Hey, what's the matter?"

Henkel answered the phone.

"Patriarch, the executive department dispatched a large number of elites to surround Wall Street."

The person on the other end of the phone said hurriedly.

Wall Street, which is always crowded with people, is exceptionally quiet today.

Handsome men and women in combat uniforms stood in twos and threes at various intersections and in front of the gates of important institutions.

These people did not appear to be armed, but no one doubted that they were also terrifying killing machines empty-handed.

Some of them are active commissioners of the Executive Department, and some have retired.

But they have one thing in common, that is Angers' hardcore supporters, as long as he has a word, they can attack any enemy.

"Ange, are you serious?!"

Henkel shouted.

"What do you think? This Nibelungen I want to decide, even Christ can't keep it, I said!"

The Yatkan jackknife danced brilliantly and nailed the crumpled wine glass to the bar counter.

And "Texas Dawn" was also loaded, with the muzzle pointing up.

The clock hanging on the background wall was ticking, and the second hand went round and round.

"Things can't be given to you for nothing."

Henkel spoke suddenly, his tone extremely strong.

"purchase."

Anger said without hesitation.

"That is the Nibelung, the land of the dead, the holy place of alchemy."

Henkel tapped on the table emphatically.

"Is this enough?"

Angers took out a Philosopher's Stone the size of a fist.

"The Philosopher's Stone, good stuff, but not as good as the Nibelungen."

Henkel shook his head.

"What about this plus this?"

Angers took out another transparent container, and the lava-like blood was slightly rippling inside.

Almost as soon as he saw it, the dragon's blood in Henkel's body began to boil, like longing, fear, and surrender.

"This is."

He asked with a look of shock on his face, trembling.

"Blood of the Dragon King."

Angers said the answer he wanted to hear.

"You really killed the king."

Henkel said in a difficult tone.

"Ming Fei is the real 'Dragon Slayer'. As an old thing with half a foot buried in the grave, all I can do is to drag those who stand in his way to hell."

Angers put both the Philosopher's Stone and the Blood of the Dragon King on the bar.

The second hand turned fifty times slower.

Time Zero has been turned on.

(End of this chapter)