Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

White sea foam hits the black rocks. On the other side of the sea is the outline of a ferry passing by. Behind the outline is the shadow of an island. On the island are mountains. Beyond the mountains is the sea, and beyond the mountains are mountains.

A thin ray of light shone on the brown-black conference table, and the sound of waves spread quietly into the silent conference room.

There were only figures sitting around the table, their faces in shadow.

Jingle Bell.

"It seems that everyone is here, so I declare that this year's annual meeting of the school board has officially begun."

Angers sat down in a comfortable and lazy posture, picked up the small brass bell placed in front of him and shook it: "Let us ask Mr. Pompei of the Gattuso family to be the first to speak."

The entire conference room was silent, no one spoke or rang the bell.

"Ange, I don't mind hearing your jokes before the meeting starts, but please take it seriously if the meeting has already started."

The person ringing the bell sat on Angers' left hand, a middle-aged man on crutches.

Wearing a crisp black suit with a dark red handkerchief in his jacket pocket, he is the school director representing the Gattuso family.

He looked too old to tell his age, but in fact he was only in his forties.

But it was not the Pompeii Gattuso that Angers said, but the acting school director Frost Gattuso. Everyone could hear the strangeness in Angers' words.

"Yeah, the joke wasn't funny."

With a warm smile on his face, Angers looked at Frost and said, "But didn't you joke on me and my students first? You think this joke is just to lock my students outside and wait for them to die." Is it funny?”

After three seconds, someone rings the bell.

"This is indeed the rule. Unrelated persons are not allowed to observe school board meetings. It is not deliberately targeting anyone. You should know this."

The speaker was another female school director sitting next to Elizabeth.

If Jiang Shouyun saw her now, he would definitely retract his stereotype.

Because Elizabeth is not the youngest among the school directors. The female school director sitting next to Lisa looks only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Her long pale golden hair is tied on top of her head, and her makeup and outfit are somewhat deliberately designed to make her look more mature, but her little face with a little baby fat looks tender no matter how you look at it, like a delicate porcelain doll.

No matter how serious her expression was, she did not look like a person of supreme power.

Compared with the others here, she was obviously more impatient and was the first to break the silence and depression.

But after she opened her mouth, she realized that she had made a mistake, because Ange looked behind her with a half-smile, which made the girl's immature face turn a little rosy, and she glanced apologetically at the figure behind her.

The butler wearing white gloves behind her just hid in her shadow and remained silent.

Obviously, he is also in the category of "irrelevant persons" in the girl's words, but everyone here knows that he is standing behind the girl.

"It is our mutual decision to temporarily let the S-class wait outside. In comparison, Ange's wording is even more inappropriate." An old man twisting red sandalwood beads rang the bell, "He is not 'yours', but belongs to The secret party."

In the dim candlelight, his eyes were almost invisible.

The deep-set eye sockets seemed to hide a dry well, and the soft voice he muttered made him a little weird.

"It's such a familiar feeling." Ange's smile was slightly cold, "Are you already rushing to compete for the ownership of the 'weapon' before the meeting has really started?"

As soon as these words came out, the entire conference room fell into silence again, and the atmosphere seemed to become much more depressed.

The meeting had just begun, or not yet.

The atmosphere in the entire conference room has become tense.

Even Elizabeth glanced at Angers in surprise, obviously not expecting that he would be so aggressive at the beginning of the day.

In Lisa's impression of Angers, although he was sometimes too out-of-the-box, most of the time he was a model of an old-school gentleman.

If it were normal, Angers would first give a speech of appropriate length, summarizing the contributions made by the Secret Party to the cause of dragon slaying, and how many steps the hybrids have taken towards the ultimate goal of ending the age of dragons.

Then the school directors opened a bottle of champagne and began to praise him. Angers looked proud and pretended to be humble, but he couldn't say that.

After all these things are done, the exchange of interests will begin.

Whether it's secretly poking fun at each other, or exchanging business compliments with smiles on their faces, or even the former to the latter, it's all very normal.

But today's meeting did not have these complicated and cumbersome processes. Angers even opened fire on them as soon as he sat down and opened his mouth.

"Is the smell of gunpowder so strong today?"

Another man in his thirties or forties rang the bell, raised his hand and said: "Is this going to be a scolding battle or a fight? I don't like quarrels. Can you leave early? Today's 200-kilometer riding goal has not been reached yet." Finish."

He was wearing a bright yellow sportswear and had a bicycle helmet on hand.

Apparently, as he said, he came to the meeting on a bicycle.

"Why did you raise the topic to such a serious level in the first place? Maybe I should tell a not-so-funny joke to lighten the mood?"

Elizabeth Laurent, who accompanied Angers to the hotel, also sat at the table, picked up the small brass bell and shook it.

Other school directors turned to the new school director who supported Angers.

Under the dim candlelight, her face hidden by the black veil was looming, making it even more mysterious than outside.

Compared with Elizabeth at this time, another equally young female school director was obviously more immature in front of her.

The person who once sat in this position was not this young girl, but a gentleman of the same age as the two old men on the school board.

It's just a pity that an accident took away his life. Now it seems that his successor is a younger girl, but she seems to speak more maturely than her age.

As the speaker of the Laurent family with a voice on the school board second only to Frost, her position seems to be more biased towards Angers than her father.

This discovery made the old man twisting the red sandalwood beads look a little melancholy, feeling that the members of the school board had begun to change without even realizing it.

"Anyway, we are not here to quarrel today. Let's announce the topic of this meeting first." The old man muttered something similar to a Buddhist scripture, and then temporarily interrupted the noise with a low voice.

As for the initiator of the anger in the first place, he was sitting there as if nothing happened.

Angers lowered his head and cut his cigar without looking at Frost, and Frost also didn't look at him with an expressionless face.

It wasn't just once or twice that the two had disputes in meetings. This time, they were just more purposeful and aggressive.

Frost put a voice recorder on the table and said, "Before we begin, I would like to ask you to listen to a recording."

When everyone looked at him, he pressed the switch of the recorder.

The process of an auction that took place on the Greenland Sea not long ago was played.

All kinds of crashing sounds and exclamations filled the ground in confusion, and finally the deafening roar was distorted, and the recording stopped abruptly.

Everyone's expressions were so calm, as if they already knew the process.

However, when they heard the voice asking for a price increase of billions or even billions, Elizabeth and the other female school director's brows couldn't help but jump.

"This is an audio record of a ministry mission that took place in the Greenland Sea a month ago. It is an audio record of what a 'distinguished' professor of the college and three students encountered while completing the mission."

Frost sat back in his seat and said: "A gathering suspected of illegal trading of alchemical items was held by an unidentified organizer. The guests present were a mixed bag of mixed breeds, business tycoons, capitalists, and people from all over the place who wanted to pick up leaks. Hybrid forces.”

"I heard gunshots and explosions on the tape."

The man in sportswear touched his mountain bike helmet and asked, "Are there any casualties among the mixed-race forces at the scene?"

They only roughly understood the whole story of the incident, but the specific details are still not clear yet.

Those participating in the auction are a mixed bag, and improper handling may cause some trouble. After all, there are still some people with backgrounds, and their power is not much weaker than the secret party.

In particular, China's old things left over from the Manchu Qing Dynasty have some background. It is only because of tradition and domestic reasons that they have never easily expanded their influence abroad.

But if someone harms their common interests, it is easy to touch their extremely sensitive nerves and twist them into a rope in a short time to point the tips of the knives outward.

Their grandparents had already suffered a big loss in this regard, so they would not set foot in that area easily.

"Fortunately, the person you locked up outside was at the scene of the mission."

Angers lit a cigar, looked up at the alarm clock and said vaguely: "He is the person who leads the task team, with a first-year student, a second-year student, and a loser who has been delayed for two years. He does an outstanding job." After completing that mission, all the organizers and garrison forces on the scene were wiped out, and all the hostages on the scene suffered almost no casualties."

After that, he looked at Frost and exhaled smoke from his mouth: "So? Recycling alchemy tools into the ice cellar is one of the responsibilities of the college, right? Do you want to claim the public expense reimbursement bill I submitted? ?”

"Although I do want to curb your surly style to a certain extent, you should know that the issue I want to talk about is not this insignificant matter." Frost rang the bell and said expressionlessly.

Ange looked at him with a smile and said nothing. He looked like he didn't understand what he meant at all. He looked like a very shameless old hooligan.

"The drug 'Forbidden Fruit Type I' that can activate the blood in the body, briefly cross the critical blood limit and still retain human sanity?"

The old man twisting the red sandalwood beads said in a low tone: "Since there is Type I, does that mean there are Type II and Type III?"

"They have mastered the technology to create and control Deadpool. Will they master... the bloodline recasting technology?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene became a little quiet.

Obviously everyone here, including the youngest female school director, understands the importance of bloodline recasting technology.

If the steam engine was an invention that changed the entire world and the future, then the mature bloodline recasting technology was far more important to them than the steam engine.

It can be said that it is their hope to break through the limits of mankind and reach the top, and it can even become the cornerstone of the forces behind them to build a magnificent dynasty.

No hybrid force can remain calm in the face of mature bloodline recasting technology. Maybe there were hybrids from their forces participating in the auction on that ship.

"Are there any samples left?" the old man twisting the red sandalwood beads asked.

He seemed more eager than anyone else here.

Especially after seeing the appearance of Elizabeth, the young school director, he felt even more the fear brought to him by the approaching death.

"It's a pity." Ange spread his hands and said with a smile, "It's gone."

"It was The One you said destroyed all the samples during the mission." Frost said with a cold face, "I need you to give a reasonable explanation."

"explain?"

Angers held the cigar between his fingers and blew out the smoke, and said with a smile: "Hey, he is only 18 years old. He is a young man who just got his driver's license not long ago. Before that, his only driving experience was bumper cars in an amusement park."

"You still have to crash when you are a newbie on the road. Even if I have a driver's license, I will always crash, right? That's why there are always more new cars in my garage, either Aston Martin or Maserati."

"In the same way, although he is an outstanding young man, he was a little impulsive on his first mission. It is completely understandable, right? I crashed a car when I drove for the first time..."

"Ange!" Before Angers could finish his joke, the old man holding the string of beads interrupted him with some dissatisfaction.

Angers raised his hands with a smile and said lazily: "The One is always different. It is worth understanding that he does some deviant things."

"Rebellious young people are certainly not worthy of our attention." Frost sneered and glanced at the rest of the people at the table, "But an 18-year-old, with unknown powerful power, and a rebellious person who does not obey orders, is It's time for us to discuss his safety."

After that, he took out a remote control and pressed it, and a screen slowly lowered from the end of the long table.

The screen lit up, and the first thing that appeared was a photo that had been enlarged and processed for clarity. It was a figure shrouded in wind and snow.

The red-gold eyes swayed in the mist, and with a swing of the knife, he violently crushed the glacier under his feet into powder. The broken ice that shot out was as gorgeous as flowers in the snow and mist, as if it were a scene that could make people feel terrified. of picture scrolls.

Although the video was very blurry, the impact was still strong.

Frost paused the video, everyone looked away, and their originally indifferent expressions became serious.

They had never seen the other party actually take action, and they did not expect that the young man could do it to this extent.

"If I remember correctly, you said he was only 18 years old this year." Frost rang the bell and looked directly into Ange's eyes, "How can you be sure that a child wielding a sword can control his own power?"