Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 255 This killer is too brutal!

Under the cover of night, sirens wailed on the streets of Tokyo as black and white police cars darted through the neon lights like fish.

The recent gangland shootouts and last night's shooting have put the entire Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department on high alert, with patrols in busy areas being more than three times the usual number.

Before the commotion in Takamagahara could even spread, police cars arrived with their sirens blaring, moving so fast that even the law enforcement officers of the Snake Clan couldn't keep up.

Fortunately, the humpback whale had already made arrangements, and the police simply went through the motions.

When they caught a glimpse of Ryoma Kaoru on the third floor, they immediately and tacitly classified the matter as a gangster dispute, and left without even taking a statement.

Ryoma Kaoru's public image has always been that of a weak woman who can't even open a bottle cap, so how could she possibly participate in a melee?

Her bodyguards aren't around right now, and she only has two male escorts and a maidservant with her. If anything happens, the Snake Clan will definitely cause trouble for them, so it's best to stay out of it.

Meanwhile, in the underground parking lot of a shopping mall not far from Takamagahara, Chu Zihang, wearing a mask, threw the lifeless Fujiwara Shinnosuke into a corner, his demon sword held against Fujiwara Shinnosuke's throat.

Caesar, dressed similarly but now wearing a knitted hat, held a gun and ripped off Fujiwara Shinnosuke's hood, revealing his baby face, which was mostly stained with blood.

"Ok?"

The moment Caesar saw that face, his brows furrowed deeply: "Fujiwara Shinnosuke? It's you?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Zihang paused slightly, his hand holding Murasame, which was about to pierce the skin, and frowned as he looked at the baby-faced youth.

Previously, Fingel obtained a list of support personnel sent by Kassel College, and one of the temporary commissioners was named Fujiwara Shinnosuke.

"Ahem, Caesar, what a coincidence, you're here too."

With his body limp and powerless, Fujiwara Shinnosuke managed a weak smile and greeted Caesar, completely ignoring the blade at his throat as if Chu Zihang were merely an insignificant background figure.

He's just a defeated opponent; he doesn't deserve to waste his life.

"This is a member of the Student Union's External Relations Department, in my year," Caesar briefly introduced to Chu Zihang.

He was the student council president, and although he couldn't remember the names of everyone under his command, Asians ultimately made up a small percentage of students at Kassel College.

Moreover, the rule for joining the student council is to run naked on a mountain road at midnight. If you look closely, you can also find photos of Fujiwara Shinnosuke running naked under the moonlight on his phone, with a bunch of student council members watching and taking photos with him on the side of the road.

"Tell me, why didn't you stay at the Peninsula Hotel instead of coming to a male escort nightclub to carry out an assassination?"

Caesar's voice was unusually cold, and the Desert Eagle with a silencer hung at his side. Fujiwara Shinnosuke had no doubt that if he said the wrong thing, the gun would be pointed at his forehead the next second.

On the way here, Chu Zihang had dislocated his still-intact right hand joint to prevent any accidents. Now, his two arms were hanging in two like noodles, and his feet were tied together with leather straps. Even if he wanted to escape using Time Zero, he would be powerless.

The family forbids its members from revealing their confidential identities, even if the other party is the family's future heir, or even if they are on the verge of death by gunfire. They must keep quiet without permission.

However, since Fujiwara Shinnosuke was originally a mole planted in the academy, this activation meant he would not return to Kassel and would carry out other missions under the family's arrangement, so his identity was no longer important.

"Cough cough, I am..." He was about to reveal his identity when he saw his young master pull out a needleless syringe from his pocket and plunge it into his neck with lightning speed.

Feeling the cold liquid being injected into his jugular vein, Fujiwara Shinnosuke's eyes widened in surprise: "Boss, what are you doing...?"

“You Japanese are all masters of concealment. Just to be on the safe side, I’ll give you a dose of truth serum first, so you won’t spout nonsense later.” Caesar injected a whole tube of truth serum into Fujiwara Shinnosuke’s body.

Once bitten, twice shy; Caesar would not fall into the same trap twice.

This stuff was something Old Tang got from the Mental Health Research Center. It's fast-acting and doesn't have too many side effects, and now it's come in handy.

“There’s no need, I don’t know how to…” Fujiwara Shinnosuke was a little annoyed and wanted to explain something, but the effects of the powerful truth serum had already kicked in, his pupils gradually dilated, and his voice became somewhat distorted.

"Speak, what is your purpose? Who sent you?" Caesar asked in a deep voice.

"I am... um..." Although he was poisoned by the truth serum, he was, after all, an assassin trained by his family at great expense, so how could he not have received corresponding drug resistance training?

In a state of near-instinct, the delirious Fujiwara Shinnosuke resisted the effects of the truth serum almost instinctively. His face flushed red, veins bulging, and at the critical moment, he aggravated his internal injuries, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Then, he managed to squeeze out words through clenched teeth:

"Yes... Lord Frost... sent me to... let you... leave... I... grabbed the Emperor... gurgle—woo—"

The conversation was broken and intermittent. At first, Caesar and Chu Zihang thought it was because the other was more determined, but they soon realized something was wrong. The difficulty of inhaling air through the nose had changed!

Against the wall, the saliva that seeped from the corner of Fujiwara Shinnosuke's mouth stretched into thin silver threads in the air. The liquid fell at an abnormally slow speed, like dewdrops stuck to an invisible spider web.

"Something's wrong!" Chu Zihang tried to lift the knife that was pressed against Fujiwara Shinnosuke's neck, but the movement of pulling the knife out became extremely difficult, as if his entire arm was stuck in a swamp.

Caesar roared in a low voice, and the wind demon named Kamaitachi was released, flying in the underground parking lot. The sound waves it brought back showed that 30 meters away, behind a black minivan, a thin figure was chanting strange dragon script in a barely perceptible voice.

Each strange syllable it uttered seemed to make the air increasingly viscous, like glue, as if the hagfish secreted a special mucus in the sea.

"It's Word of Power: Gel. Watch your breathing!"

Chu Zihang instantly realized what kind of Word of Power this was, and shouted to warn Caesar to be careful while decisively activating Bloodlust!

"Three o'clock!" Caesar's roar became muffled in the thick air.

He pulled the trigger of the Desert Eagle, and the muzzle flash stretched into an eerie orange-yellow stream.

Several bullets spun through the gelatinous air and suddenly stopped just an inch from their target, a scene so exaggerated it looked like Neo from The Matrix stopped a hail of bullets with one hand!

The slender figure behind the black van raised his head, a hint of mockery flashing in his pale golden eyes.

Cold sweat beaded on Chu Zihang's forehead. In his blood-surge state, his sword-wielding speed increased slightly, but it was only barely keeping up with his normal speed!

The blade of the village rain struggled to cut through the rubber, each centimeter of progress feeling like hacking at a rubber tire.

"Cough cough—coo coo—!" Fujiwara Shinnosuke suddenly convulsed violently, his face turning a horrifying bluish-purple.

The gelatinous air formed a transparent film around his mouth and nose, wriggling like a living thing as it crawled into his respiratory tract, up his nasal cavity and into his trachea, causing a strong feeling of suffocation in his lungs.

Seeing that the key witness was about to die, and unable to break through the gel-like barrier with brute force, Chu Zihang didn't hesitate to activate his second Bloodlust, chanting the dragon runes to summon the Sovereign Flame. In the blink of an eye, the underground parking lot instantly became scorching hot, as dense fire elements surged and converged.

Under Caesar's shocked gaze, Chu Zihang's veins bulged under his skin, forming a bluish-black network. His golden eyes, which never went out, burned as fiercely as lava, and the white blade of Murasame Sen's sword suddenly shone like a branding iron.

Wow——! ! !
The blade burst into crimson flames, drawing a horizontal line in the air as the young swordsman swung it. The gelatinous air instantly vaporized under the intense heat, turning back into high-temperature steam.

Junyan!

Crimson flames roared out along the path carved by the blade, instantly illuminating the parking lot, which was lit by only a few flickering lights, as if it were daytime. The flames burned through the gelatinous substance, creating twisted tunnels that hurtled towards the black minivan in the distance.

Upon seeing this, the small, thin figure hidden in the shadows narrowed its eyes and, without the slightest hesitation, turned and ran!

The Word of Power: Gel excels at crowd control, allowing for silent group kills. However, hybrids are not limited to physical combat; the proper way to fight is through the use of Words of Power.

Clearly, the strength of the Junyan is greater than that of the gel!

"boom--!!!"

With a deafening explosion, the black minivan was blown away by the shockwave of flames. The intense flames completely engulfed the spot where the small figure had just stood. The roaring flames instantly caught up with the fleeing figure, burning his short-sleeved shirt into a backless dress!

Ding Ding Ding-!
In mid-air, the bullets, whose momentum had been halted by the gel, were propelled into the distance by Jun Yan, but failed to hit the fleeing figure.

Caesar seized the opportunity created by Chu Zihang, firing his two guns in quick succession. The bullets traveled along the path burned by the flames and accurately struck the thin figure's shoulder.

"Oh!"
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The 50AE round blew off his right shoulder, and the splattered blood dispersed into eerie coral-like shapes in the collapsing gelatinous air. The thin figure instantly lost his balance and rolled on the ground like a gourd.

But Caesar didn't have time to finish off the enemy before the Kamaitachi brought new news: a new dragon chanting sounded from about fifty meters behind them!
"Watch your back!"

Chu Zihang suddenly turned around and saw a bald, muscular man in a leather jacket leap out from behind a Toyota sedan. His hands were clenched as if he were squeezing an invisible balloon.

Based solely on the movements, Chu Zi'ang recognized it as Yin Lei, a powerful incantation capable of compressing air into air bullets!
"Damn it!" the bald, burly man roared, flicking his hands and sending a fist-sized ball of air hurtling towards the two men.

"boom--!!!"

The lightning bolt exploded halfway through its flight, overturning all vehicles within a 20-meter radius. The terrifying shockwave was powerful enough to injure a person's internal organs.

However, Chu Zihang, who faced the Yin Lightning head-on, didn't even flinch. He exhaled a scorching breath, and the long sword in his hand reignited in flames.

欻——

A streak of fire shot out diagonally, then instantly expanded into a raging fire dragon, roaring as it engulfed the bald, burly man who was poised to strike but had no time to dodge.

boom--

After the flames passed, only a dark golden skull remained, along with a few unfortunate vehicles that had been blown away and burst into flames.

The car owner, who was thrown into the air by the lightning, retracted his "MMP!"

Chu Zihang delivered a fatal blow, but Caesar failed to witness his brilliant performance. In the instant the Yin Thunder exploded, the violent roar and shockwave nearly scattered the swarm of Kamaitachi. At this moment, a buzzing sound still echoed in his head, and he felt a sharp pain as if he were being pricked by needles.

Even so, he still managed to detect a new threat amidst the buzzing interference—

At the entrance to the parking lot, two men and women wearing tactical vests rushed out and opened fire in a fan-shaped pattern with MP5 submachine guns.

At this moment, Caesar and Chu Zihang were in an open area, with all the surrounding cars blown up, leaving them nowhere to hide.

Chu Zihang grabbed Caesar and threw him into the rolling car. The crimson flames of the demon sword Murasame in his hand instantly turned black, and then the demonic flames spread wildly along the blade, instantly extending into a broadsword more than two meters long.

"Puff puff puff puff——"

The bullets came like a storm, but the moment they hit the burning demonic flames, they seemed to collide with the gel they had just been in, instantly losing most of their momentum. They hit the blade and Chu Zihang without causing any pain or discomfort.

However, Chu Zihang's attack was not insignificant!
In the unbearably hot basement, all the moisture seemed to evaporate at this moment, and a ball of black flames condensed in front of Chu Zihang, even the black flames attached to the blade seemed to be pulled.

Upon seeing this, the man and woman with guns in the distance instantly turned into birds of a feather, each flying away when disaster struck.

however……

"Bang bang bang bang!"

In the chaotic instant of the gunfire, Caesar leaned out, raised his gun, and fired. His powerful physique gave him terrifying control over firearms, and the Desert Eagle, with its enormous recoil, was like a toy in his hands.

He held his hands out at right angles and frantically pulled the triggers at the fleeing enemies on both sides. His exaggerated pectoral muscles countered the recoil, and a strand of golden hair fell down his side while wearing a black knit hat. He would definitely be worthy of being called a golden bullet if he were in a Conan movie!
Caesar's gunshot successfully slowed down the two men's progress. The next instant, the condensed royal flame exploded, and terrifying light and fire swept over them.

These two are somewhat intelligent; they know to dive to the ground to avoid the most terrifying and effective killing altitude of the Lord's Flame.

Unfortunately, the one who releases the King's Flame is unaffected!
The moment Junyan exploded, Chu Zihang charged out with his sword, his speed from the second burst of blood allowing him to catch up with the two fallen duo in the blink of an eye.

With a swift stroke, the male gunslinger, who had just landed and was about to bounce back up, was sent to the underworld to meet his grandmother.

As for the other one, she was unlucky. The waves were too turbulent, and it was a demanding and technically challenging job. She couldn't lower her head immediately and passed away before her male partner.

Caesar had already quietly knocked out the gel figurine with the severed arm that was trying to sneak away. Seeing that Chu Zihang had not left any survivors in no time, he thought to himself that there was indeed no wrong nickname, only wrong names.

This killing of a child is too brutal!

As he was reflecting on this, he suddenly realized something was wrong and turned to look at Fujiwara Shinnosuke, who had just been filled with gel and was about to suffocate.

But at that moment, there were only piles of unfortunate cars there, and not a single person in sight.

Apparently, the baby-faced man was accidentally buried under the car in the shockwave from the lightning.

The Word Spirit Weasel circled in the parking lot, making sure there was no danger lurking. Caesar carried the half-dead prisoner forward and saw only two slightly twitching feet bound with leather straps, and blood splattered all over the ground, spreading continuously.

(End of this chapter)