Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 398 Target: Beijing! Immediately! At top speed!

I shouldn't have let those lunatics in the Equipment Department modify my private jet!
At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the black Gulfstream G550 "Slebniz" tore through the clouds with a deafening roar.

Angers regretted it for the umpteenth time, wondering how he could have lost his mind and handed the principal's private plane over to the equipment department.

The Gulfstream G550, an ultra-long-range business jet, was originally designed for business tycoons, political leaders, and top celebrities, emphasizing quietness and comfort. The designers described its flight as being like a giant blue whale swimming in the deep sea.

But the mentally unstable people in the Equipment Department are all explosion fanatics. Rather than swimming in the Blue Whale Sea, they want to see Sleibnir, the eight-legged winged horse of Odin, the chief god in Norse mythology. Legend has it that it walks on air, like a meteor streaking across the sky, and falls to earth in flames. It is the ultimate romance in the hearts of these explosion fanatics.

To this end, they abandoned the optional comfort, pushed the engine to its limits, and forcibly increased the speed to the extreme, making it almost twice as fast as the leisurely Blue Whale.

The speed is nearly twice that of the original model, and naturally the noise level is also seriously excessive.

But it's just noise, negligible in the face of extreme speed. They even wanted to load some high-yield bombs onto the plane.

In the eyes of these crazy designers, Angers is a great leader of the Secret Service and would certainly not mind crashing a bomb-laden plane into the enemy like Captain America, leaving behind a superhero-like farewell.

They can also appreciate the burning arc of a fireball streaking across the sky, as well as the awe-inspiring, earth-shattering explosion, thus fulfilling their ultimate pursuit of art.

Unfortunately, Angers minded, minded a lot, after all, the principal's life was also a life.

In the end, the madman in the equipment department had no choice but to succumb to the principal's tyranny and remove Sleibnir's self-destruct device, leaving only two Sidewinder missiles symbolically mounted inside the fuselage.

That is why Angers keeps Sleibnir out of reach, rarely using this precious aircraft except for attending auctions and important missions around the world, preferring to endure the inconvenience of flying in the standard luxury class on ordinary flights.

This time, however, things happened suddenly. His teammates tried every means to sabotage him, and Elizabeth Laurent suddenly launched an attack on the Solomon Temple Society, which is why he hurriedly took Sleibnir to Italy.

The annual council meetings of Kassel College are getting less and less productive each year, and this time it was all nonsense, a constant barrage of attacks and schemes against him.

All I can say is that it's really difficult to accomplish the great task of slaying dragons when you're with this bunch of insects.

Angers turned his head and looked out the porthole. The Siberian permafrost stretched out beneath the clouds like a vast, rough gray canvas.
After the farcical annual meeting, he had dinner with Elizabeth Laurent.

During this time, Elizabeth told him the reason why the Laurent family joined forces with the Westminster Banking Circle to kick out the Solomon Temple Society.

From receiving the package containing his deceased father's body to investigating the origin of the traces on his remains, and finally tracing back to the real culprit, Angers was informed of everything in detail.

Angers' face darkened upon hearing this. In the past, the Solomon Temple would have kept it hidden, but in recent years they had openly displayed their ambition to become the new dragon race.

Due to many reasons that were inconvenient to discuss, the Secret Service did not officially break ties with them, but they never expected that these people would dare to plot against the board of directors of Kassel College.

Although it wasn't mentioned at the meeting, Angers had already made arrangements after the farce ended. He instructed Cheng Shuangfan to continue detaining Zhao Xuzhen and his group, and then had the old fogies at Kassel College devise a comprehensive plan against the Solomon Temple Society. At the same time, he sent a senior commissioner to protect Elizabeth.

This is no longer a minor conflict. If the Temple of Solomon does not provide an explanation, they will have to bear the wrath of the Secret Society.

In the past, Angers chose to ignore the clandestine activities of the mixed-race society, solely because he was focused on slaying the dragon and did not want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

But now, things have changed.

The most powerful dragon-slaying weapon has awakened, and he can finally free up his hands to clean up those worms hiding in the shadows.

This is not only for revenge, but also to clear obstacles for those who come after.

He knew better than anyone that once the dragon race declined, those ambitious hybrids would inevitably transform into new dragons, who would be more cunning, greedy, and harder to eradicate than pure-blooded dragons.

Angers never doubted this.

He didn't care before, because he was only focused on killing all the dragons and sending them all to their doom with his vengeful soul flame.

And by the time that day comes, he will most likely be gone.

At that time, whoever succeeds him in the future will have to face the "new dragon race," which is even more cunning and troublesome than pure-blooded dragons.

Angers is already very old. He has exhausted everything just to slay the dragon, and he really doesn't have any more energy to suppress future enemies.

Fortunately, Lu Mingfei appeared out of nowhere, displaying unparalleled domineering power to suppress all dragons in the world, freeing up the old lion who was full of revenge.

Now, he can finally turn around and deal with the lice that he had been forced to let roam freely in his blind spot.

Although the Solomon Temple has already provoked Lu Mingfei, no one can predict what Lu Mingfei will do next. Expecting him to suddenly decide to go on a spring outing to the Solomon Temple headquarters is anyone's guess.

Right now, the world's attention is focused on the resurrected dragon in the capital, so he can take this opportunity to strike a blow against the Solomon Temple.

However, Angers knew that the Temple of Solomon was no ordinary organization. Their so-called "Dragon Knights" were not just titles; they actually kept pure-blooded dragons.

A direct confrontation would be too costly; we must operate covertly and strike decisively.

Enter the village quietly, don't fire.

He is indeed the world's strongest assassin, but it's still a bit of a stretch to expect him to single-handedly teach those old monsters of the Solomon Temple a lesson they'll never forget.

Coincidentally, there's a Japanese guy who's a lazy bum and a former world's strongest mixed-race individual.

Yesterday, Genji discovered Uesugi Kotsu's medical records, and everyone realized that the seemingly invincible former Shadow Emperor of the Snake Clan had already reached the end of his life. Although it seemed that he could still burn for a long time, no one knew whether an accident or the end of his life would come first.

Given Uesugi Kotsugi's physical condition, anyone else would have died long ago. He was only kept alive by the imperial bloodline. With current medical technology, he could do nothing except for dissecting and studying the tissue sections. Therefore, Genjiro and the others were also helpless.

Genji once asked Angers if Kassel College had any way to save Uesugi Koshi, and the answer he received was that there was no way, just wait to die.

Angers majored in medicine at Cambridge, but changed careers because he couldn't slay dragons with medicine, so he naturally knew how serious Uesugi's situation was.

Of course, it's not entirely hopeless. The Temple of Solomon has been studying the mysteries of dragon blood for centuries, artificially cultivating super hybrids as powerful as dragons. Their medical expertise is unfathomable, and they might even possess techniques for prolonging life.

Although Uesugi Kotsugu had bravely faced death at sea, Angers knew that he was afraid of dying.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, this old man will never refuse it, as can be seen from his annual secret medical check-ups; he still wants to live.

Especially now that he still has children alive, and they have all found partners, and who knows when grandchildren or great-grandchildren will be born, he is even more reluctant to die.

After all, these are old friends I've known for almost a century, and there are fewer and fewer people in Angers who can be considered old acquaintances.

Therefore, after finishing dinner, he took a short rest while the plane refueled, made an appointment with Elizabeth to return at her father's funeral, and then hurriedly headed to Japan.

He had seen photographs of Georges Laurent's body; it was badly damaged. Although it had undergone some basic treatment and was kept in a freezer, it couldn't remain unburied indefinitely. He had to give Elizabeth and her father an explanation before that happened.

With that in mind, he flew from night to day and rushed to Japan to recruit people as quickly as possible.

However, just as he was holding his wine glass, turning his head to look down at the Siberian permafrost, his eyes searching for something, his cell phone on the table suddenly rang.

He looked away from his search, picked up his phone, and saw that it was Chu Zihang.

Angers was slightly surprised. He had given out his contact information and hadn't expected Chu Zihang to call him.

After all, Lu Mingfei has too many secrets about him and his surroundings, and Chu Zihang would not take the initiative to contact him unless absolutely necessary.

But it's only been a few days.

Could it be that they have found Fenrir hidden in the capital?

A hint of anticipation appeared on his aged face. Angers answered the phone, and before he could even say hello, he heard the icy young man on the other end get straight to the point:

"Principal, Lu Mingfei has found Friedrich von Long."

This simple sentence directly and forcefully controlled Angers, freezing him in place. A strong sense of murderous intent and savagery suddenly appeared on his body, like a lion awakened from painful memories of the past.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and then began to flow backward with a hundredfold frenzy.

The luxurious decorations inside the cabin faded and disappeared, replaced by the flames that burned the Kassel manor a hundred years ago, the dying roars and wails of his companions, the fragile body of Menek Kassel, and the corpse of his companion who perished with Deadpool...

And, that shameless figure who disappeared quietly a century ago amidst chaos and betrayal, Friedrich von Long!
"Are you sure it's him?" Angers tried to control his voice, but it still became somewhat hoarse.

"It's confirmed. He's using the alias Lin Fenglong and has been doing antique business in Beijing for many years," Chu Zihang relayed truthfully. "Lu Mingfei asked if you wanted to pick it up in person or if he wanted it packaged and sent to you."

"Heh...hehe...such a big surprise, I definitely have to be there in person."

A low laugh rolled out from Anger's throat, not of pleasure, but of a chilling, almost shattering madness.

The wine glass in his hand groaned under the strain, and tiny cracks spread instantly.

Friedrich von Long!
This name is the longest and deepest poisonous thorn that has entangled him on his long road of revenge.

For a century, he vanished without a trace like a ghost. Angers searched almost all of Europe and even the world, but could not find him.

It turned out that he was hiding in the capital, in the very place where he had chosen to betray the Secret Society, the Lionheart Society, his teacher, and his comrades.

After ending the call, Angers put down the shattered wine glass and stood up. His eyes, which usually held a gentlemanly teasing or profound wisdom, were now burning with a blazing, molten gold-like light.

"Change course!" He connected to the cockpit communicator, issuing an absolute command with unquestionable authority: "Target: Beijing! Immediately! Top speed!"

The U.S. Air Force's ace test pilot, now the pilot of the USS Sleibniz, was horrified upon hearing this:

"Principal, are you kidding me? Entering another country's airspace without declaration and permission, especially in the capital city, a place of great importance, are you trying to challenge the capital's air defense system?"

His voice carried three parts disbelief, three parts incredulity, and four parts "You fucking want to die, don't drag me into it."

What happened somewhere unknown to him that made the principal risk a serious diplomatic or even military conflict with a major power by changing course?

"Principal, calm down! If we get locked onto by their air defense system, you can jump out of the plane. I don't have a parachute!" the pilot shouted.

He was fired from the Air Force after his reckless driving caused the first prototype of the $12 billion F-22 to crash. He then became Angers' personal pilot. Fearing that he might crash Sleibnier again, Angers specifically canceled the pilot's parachute.

If something really happens, everyone else will survive, but he will definitely die.

Unless they unlocked the cockpit before jumping.

After hearing this, Angers realized that his modified Gulfstream G550 would not be able to pass the inspection and enter China.

Not to mention the two Sidewinder missiles mounted inside the fuselage, the prototype's flight speed of twice its normal speed alone would make it impossible for it to be allowed entry.

"Change course and head to Seoul, South Korea."

Angers gave the order in a deep voice, even though he wished he could just put on a parachute and jump out of the plane right now to go to Novosibirsk and take a direct flight to the capital.

But there were no suitable flights today, so he had to go to South Korea instead, where it would be easier to operate, since the Koreans have always been America's lackeys.

"Yes!" The pilot breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted the target, and contacted the academy headquarters to request permission.

Angers, on the other hand, had Eva book his flight and arrange the fastest flight to the capital.

He sat down again, watching the scenery outside the window crawl by at a snail's pace, and felt more and more that Sleibnir was not fast enough. He would have to ask the equipment department to step up their efforts.

At this speed, even the best stones can't keep up with the latest developments.

Fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm slow and steady, like a countdown before a war drum.

The anger from a century ago has never been extinguished; it has simply been buried by deeper schemes.

Now that the traitor has been found, it is only up to him, the sole survivor and the last avenger, to personally carry out the final judgment that is a century overdue.

Angers grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and took out a folding knife from his pocket, slowly wiping it.

"Friedrich von Long, my friend, we can finally meet again."

……

Meanwhile, inside Yangjiao Hutong, Friedrich, who had collapsed on the ground of Fenglongtang, was ashen-faced.

He lost his ability to move, but not his five senses. He clearly heard the conversation between Chu Zihang and Angers, and heard that Angers wanted to come and take him, the traitor, in person.

The voice, if not exactly filled with gritted teeth, at least indicated a readiness to tear him to pieces.

Feng Long, this time I might really be going to die.

(End of this chapter)