Dragon Clan: No one wants me, Lu Mingfei.

Chapter 440: Running under the night sky, that is the lost youth of the King of Bronze and Fire!
Time went back half a minute. Just as Russell was using Metal Storm to try to interrupt Jun Yan, a familiar and mournful voice suddenly came to Old Tang's mind while he was reciting the spell:

"Brother—I'm here to see you."

Just this one move made Old Tang shiver, and also caused Jun Yan, which had been condensed to two-thirds, to explode on the spot.

Normally, if the release of the Word Spirit is disturbed by external factors, it will be interrupted, and the dragon text must be recited again before it can be released again, instead of exploding directly like Old Tang did.

But this is common sense in the world of mixed-bloods, and Old Tang is more evil.

The explosion that happened so close to him instantly burned Lao Tang's clothes. The strong shock wave helped him break through the partition of the stairwell and fly into the long-abandoned kitchen.

The pots, pans, and utensils became as hot as soldering irons under the high temperature. Old Tang, who was buried in them, was immediately scalded and screamed. He quickly got up and shook off the heat.

Realizing that the haunted house had become a ruin and he was naked, he didn't want to run naked in public, so he could only pick up a frying pan as a cover.

It was very strange. Logically speaking, the raging flames were enough to roast a person, and the thick smoke could suffocate a person to death, but Old Tang was fine. He even thought that the blonde girl he had seen in the strip club was hotter.

But he was no longer surprised by such small things. It was nothing more than a slight mutation in his body. He was not as good as the Human Torch in the Fantastic Four. There was nothing to be proud of.

The most urgent task was to find a way to escape from here. He didn't know how many FBI and police were lying in ambush nearby. If the other party was so cruel as to send planes and cannons to attack him, he would have to lose his nine lives.

He had just found the direction of the manhole cover and was about to rush out of the sea of ​​fire when the voice that caused him to go off the fire rang in his mind again, but this time it was accompanied by a hint of worry that was difficult to conceal:

"Brother, are you in danger?"

No one knew what the plan was, but when Old Tang heard these words and vaguely sensed that the other party wanted to kill him directly, he immediately put on a serious face and signaled the greedy guy not to meddle in other people's business.

There was no way, since he was naked now, with only a frying pan covering his vital parts, and even his hairstyle had been strangely changed into a flaming head by the explosion just now.

Super ugly!

If it was someone else, even if the FBI saw and filmed it, Old Tang wouldn't care.

But when he thought about letting the greedy guy see him like this, he felt as if he was about to be scrubbed by a rich woman with a freshly washed ball. He felt painful and terrified, with rejection written all over his face.

But soon he didn't have time to think about all these messes, because the FBI who had just hastily taken out the murder house raised their guns again and started shooting wildly in this direction.

With a "clang" sound, Old Tang's hand holding the pot shook suddenly, and he felt a faint tingling sensation in the palm of his hand. Little Tang was almost scared to tears on the spot.

After finding a shelter and hiding himself, Old Tang glanced at the frying pan with a small bulge on it. He realized that he was only one step away from losing his friend. He decided that if he could escape successfully this time, he would treat the frying pan as a family heirloom!

Just as he was lying on the ground and preparing to crawl forward, a sharp and angry roar suddenly came from outside: "You are not allowed to hurt my brother!"

This sound?
Is he a greedy ghost?

Isn't he a spirit?

Hearing the roar, Old Tang instantly thought of the young man who hid in the Bronze City in his dream and stole his money:

Why is he here?

Old Tang, who was horrified, stood up suddenly, and then saw a scene that he would never forget.

At the end of the street, a thin figure with flames all over his body raised his hand, and the area centered on him was shrouded in terrifying high temperature.

The transformer box that was just a stone's throw away melted into molten iron, and the sparks from the broken wires were as brilliant as fireworks. The luxury car parked on the side of the road only lasted less than ten seconds under the terrifying high temperature before a raging fire broke out with a loud bang.

The solid cement road surface continued to crack under the scorching heat, and the electric poles melted, causing the wires to break.

The next second, the broken road surface seemed to contain the black gold that mold loves most. After the sparks from the broken wires rushed into the cracks, flames suddenly gushed out like a fountain!

“Bang bang bang——!!!”

The street surface kept collapsing and high-temperature flames kept bursting out. Finkel rushed to Russell and Duke, carried them on his shoulders and ran away.

The two men were hit by Fa Junyan at close range. They were stunned by the explosion and had not yet fully recovered. They did not do anything else and still did not release their fingers on the trigger despite the violent shaking.

It's a pity that their shooting skills could not be fully utilized when they were riding Fingle at full speed, and the bullets flew to someone's house.

Even at this critical moment, Russell still had the leisure to chat:
"Ajie, didn't you brag before that 'Lü Bu is invincible on horseback, and Dian Wei is invincible on foot'? Do you think Duke and I, with the Minister's rare horse, can compete with them?"

Ajie, who was also suppressing fire to provide cover for his teammates, couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard this: "Wait until you have practiced your shooting skills to the point where you can shoot at a distance of 50 meters without missing the target before you say this!"

"Fuck, you said 'within seven steps, the fist is faster, and outside seven steps, the gun is faster', how come..."

"Shut up!" Finger Ma Frings couldn't stand his teammates' noise. After running a safe distance, he threw the two people on his shoulders out, turned around and asked his girlfriend while being alert:
"Norma, how long will it take for the support to arrive?"

The mission this time was just an A-level capture mission, and with four elite hybrids dispatched, it should have been an easy task, but no one expected that two pure-blooded dragons would appear and catch them off guard.

"Support is on the way. It's expected to take another two minutes!" Norma's voice rang out in the communication channel. "There was a sudden chain reaction on Rosenberg Street, causing a huge traffic jam. When the Executive Department's special agent was transferring to a helicopter, someone happened to be setting off fireworks nearby. We have just dispersed them."

Finkel was almost speechless when he heard this. He only knew that the intelligence work of the Executive Bureau was poor, but he didn't expect that the specialist in charge of logistics was also so poor.

Fortunately, the logistics specialists who had been blocking the entrances and exits near the residential area had arrived and joined the siege of the pure-blooded dragons.

"No, bullets have no effect on it!" The sniper standing on a high place reported his discovery, "The target is surrounded by high temperatures. Our bullets will melt as long as they enter its two-meter radius. Even my sniper armor-piercing bullets are no exception!"

"God help the Queens police not to come so quickly."

"Don't worry, the New York police only come to clean up the situation after the fact!"

"I can rest assured that."

Schneider, who was at the headquarters of the Executive Bureau of Kassel College and had just connected to the mission communication channel, said: "..." He knew that Finkel had founded a news department full of optimists, but he didn't know how they could be so heartless when faced with the crisis of mission failure. For a moment, he didn't even know whether to say that they were unorganized and undisciplined or were born with big hearts.

"What's going on?"

A hoarse and unpleasant voice like that of an evil spirit appeared on the communication channel. The originally noisy and even noisy sounds immediately became silent, and only the sounds of intense gunfire and heavy breathing could be heard.

On the screen in front of Professor Schneider, the real-time transmission of Norma's intrusion into the surveillance was playing. He also learned about what happened through Norma, but it was only a simplified version after all. He still needed to ask the executive specialist to know the details and make the most practical judgment.

"Professor, I suspect we have encountered a second-generation species, or even a first-generation species!" Finkel had already switched to a grenade launcher and was inviting this distinguished being, who had awakened at some unknown time, to taste the little desserts carefully prepared by humans.

But unfortunately, the other party seemed like a fairy from heaven who was not affected by worldly affairs. No matter how enthusiastic he was, she still refused to let go of her grudge:
"This guy is too strong. Bullets and grenades have no effect on him. From what I've seen, he can give orders to metal and fire. He must be a descendant of the Bronze and Fire Kings."

"Yeah, if the minister hadn't run fast, the three of us would have become roasted suckling pigs." Russell still had lingering fears when he thought of the scene just now.

"Shut up!" Finkel yelled at Russell, who was trying to steal the show, to get out, and then continued to report the information he knew:

"...The dragon called the guy who broke into the mission site earlier "brother", and it seemed that he came here just for him.

Honestly, I just hope he's a dragon adopted by a half-blood, rather than two dragon-blood brothers teaming up to wreak havoc in New York."

As soon as he finished speaking, a new signal was connected to the communication channel, and then everyone heard a man's voice:

"Don't worry, I'm on my way."

This voice was full of vicissitudes and infectious. Just a few words boosted the morale of the executive officers who were suppressing the fire on the scene, and even the three noisy paparazzi from the news department became more excited.

There is no other reason, because this voice belongs to their principal, the world's strongest dragon slayer - Hilbert Jean Angers!

"The principal is here, and there is a mission!"

Russell excitedly jumped out of the cover and started firing wildly. As soon as he showed his head, he found a familiar ball of twisted fire condensing in front of the monster's head.

"..." After being stunned for less than a thousandth of a second, Russell suddenly rushed back to the place where he had just dodged, and at the same time shouted loudly in the communication channel: "Get out of the way, it's Jun Yan again!!!"

There was no need for him to remind them, as everyone had already retreated behind the shelter to avoid the impending explosion.

"boom--!!!"

An explosion several times more powerful than the one that had just destroyed the haunted house descended. The thick flames engulfed the entire street. The commissioners of the Executive Bureau who were hiding behind the bunkers did not dare to show their heads. The horrifying high temperature even burned the surveillance cameras. Professor Schneider in the rear lost control of the scene.

So, they naturally couldn't see that a naked man with an afro holding a frying pan to cover his body had just stood up, but was blown backwards by the horrific shock wave and fell straight into the still burning ruins.

Old Tang: "..."

My worries may be a little unnecessary.

This money-grubbing ghost was so powerful that he didn't need to worry about anything!
"elder brother!"

When he saw that his attack accidentally injured Old Tang, the thin figure immediately panicked, and his originally slightly staggering steps as if he had just learned how to walk instantly turned into a fast run as if he was about to fall at any time.

He rushed directly into the ruins that were collapsed by Junyan's shock wave, and used his hands as a pickaxe to dig out the antique named Ronald Tang in the ruins.

Not long after, just as the explosion caused by Jun Yan gradually dissipated, Old Tang, naked with dead eyes, was dug out.

"Brother, I finally found you." The thin figure hugged Lao Tang's waist tightly, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to strangle him in half. The severe pain immediately brought him back to his senses.

Just when he was about to warn the greedy guy not to touch him by saying "men should not touch each other", Old Tang felt a warm liquid wet his chest under the high temperature flames.

In an instant, his hand that was trying to push away the greedy ghost froze in mid-air.

Looking down, I saw this figure, who might have just graduated from elementary school, with his head pressed tightly against his chest. On that hideous and ugly face, which was cracked like the surface of a volcano, two lines of golden liquid like lava were falling.

And in those bright golden eyes that reflected the firelight, there was hidden a deep attachment and dependence.

Old Tang looked at these clear eyes like mirrors and his own reflection in them. Suddenly, he had an illusion that he was the whole world to this little monster!

Although this little monster looked ugly, Old Tang could see that underneath its lava-like shell, it had skin as white and smooth as a peeled egg.

This ugly body is just a camouflage he uses to protect himself.

"Brother - don't you recognize me?" The scary-looking little monster in his arms raised his head and noticed the confusion in his brother's eyes. He couldn't help but pursed his lips, and his voice was full of unspeakable grievance and resentment:
"Brother, don't you recognize me? I am your brother Constantine."

As he spoke, the ferocious shell on his face fell off, revealing a handsome and lovely young face. Judging from his appearance, he looked somewhat similar to Old Tang when he was a child.

Of course, Constantine did not have the funny drooping brows on his face.

"Well, let's talk about this later. Our most urgent task is to run away now. If we are surrounded by FBI planes, artillery and tanks, we will probably die here." Although greedy for money... Constantine's appearance surprised Old Tang a little, but he still did not forget to escape.

Now he no longer cared about the frying pan that saved his little brother's life. He dragged the boy who was suspected to be his biological brother and ran away, aiming for the manhole cover they came from!
Constantine was dragged away by his brother, and his mind could not help but recall the scene of the two brothers being chased by the army two thousand years ago. The only difference was that the two brothers were not wearing fancy clothes now.
They are all running naked!

In the distance, the Executive Bureau commissioners, noticing that the aftermath of the Sovereign Flame had dissipated and that the pure-blooded dragons had stopped attacking, poked their heads out of their shelters one after another. When they saw the scenery in the distance clearly, the expressions on their faces became very interesting.

Next to the still burning ruins of the haunted house, there were two naked guys, one big and one small, running away hand in hand. The sparks from the transformer box and broken wires were like the atmosphere in a movie, adding a somewhat moving filter to the scene of their escape, making them look less embarrassed.

In the moment they were stunned, Old Tang pulled Constantine into the sewer.

"Fuck, chase him!"

"Catch those two naked guys!"

(End of this chapter)