Dragon Clan: I can only cheat if I can't lose the Dragon King in seconds

Chapter 134 Big Tengu

"Fingal? What were you doing in the lifeboat?"

Mance frowned.

He remembered the inarticulate student.

When Fingel was in class, he always just slept on his stomach. At the beginning, he couldn’t help but wake him up and asked a few questions, but every time Fingel said it perfectly and accurately as if he was pretending to be asleep. The answer to the question, and then Mance left him alone.

Because even if he grabbed his ear and stood at the door of the principal's office, Ange would always raise the tea bowl or small pastry plate in his hand and smile to him, "Mance, don't get angry with the children."

Fingel would keep nodding on the sidelines to promise that he would not do it next time, with a correct attitude and heartbroken, as if he got another bottom in the final exam-although this is also his strong point.

For such a situation, Mance could only let it go, and he would continue to see Fingal's head facing him on the podium in the next class, like a silent mockery.

Therefore, during this mission, Angers actually sent this newly promoted F-level student to Mance on the ship. He felt very incomprehensible. He couldn't help thinking about whether Finger was the illegitimate child of Angers. Will the father kick his useless son onto a warship that has more than half the chance of sinking?Unless you have a new love again.

"The lifeboat, of course the lifeboat is lifesaving, hey...someone help drag him aboard!"

Fingel's grinning voice came in clearly, "I just went to the kitchen...ah no, when I was on the deck, I happened to see Su Ting with one hand on the side of the lifeboat."

"Selma, go help."

Mance was upset and frowned, "I'll go and see Chu Tianjiao...he's not in a good condition."

"clear."

Thelma stood up and walked out of the hatch, while the figure of Professor Mance entered the medical room through several corridors.

On the lifeboat, Fingal turned off the on-board communication in a hurry, and carefully arranged Su Ting's body.

"Tsk tsk... You haven't died in this situation, what kind of monster are you?"

He patted the nearly two-meter-long knife case on the side, the blood on the cold lines disappeared without a trace, closed the buckle, and lay there quietly.

Fingel said that he couldn't move Su Ting to some extent, it was not nonsense, because he just now...was really heavy.

Countless copper seems to flow into every joint and muscle, and the whole person seems to be magnified in a circle.

And this is not the most important thing, the important thing is that these golden yellow metals are actually the masterpieces of the Dragon King, they only bear the name of "copper", and the actual density is far greater than that of copper in the true sense.

But even so, Su Ting's heart is still beating vigorously, and the basic life-sustaining system seems to have been divided into two independent parts from the damaged body like a rag doll, without interfering with each other.

You kill yours, I maintain mine.

"This is the rhythm of family separation." Fingel imagined that two villains existed in Su Ting's body, and they were all shouting "I can't pass!"

This is the plot of a Chinese TV series he was watching some time ago, and now it suddenly came to mind for some reason.

"What division?"

Selma, who got off the Moniach, glared at him, her dark combat uniform outlined her perfect body curves.

"What's up with him?"

After seeing Su Ting's situation, Thelma's complexion immediately became heavy, and her two beautiful eyebrows frowned.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should have been injected with a lot of metal..."

He lightly touched Su Ting's swollen arm, which was as hard as iron.

"This?!"

Selma was surprised. Ye Sheng and Yaji said that Su Ting entered the Bronze City to explore instead of them. Did they meet the Dragon King directly underwater?

"Let's not talk about it, let's think about how to move him up there." Fingel frowned, "Now the junior brother weighs at least [-] kilograms...he has really become an 'important' person."

"Do you need me to strengthen you with the spirit of speech?" Thelma raised her eyebrows, "According to your description, neither of us can move up."

"Come on, I know that a mule is a mule wherever it goes... Come on."

Fingel looked bitter and bitter.

Some sharp chants sounded, and golden light flashed in Thelma's pupils.

Yan Ling·Wang Xuan's attendant, release.

This is Selma's speech spirit, which can promote the secretion of adrenaline, accelerate the production of endocaffein and dopamine in the brain, and make them lose a small amount of pain. It is a "group buff" type of speech spirit.

"Huh, I love this feeling!"

With a howl, Fingel lifted Su Ting's body as carefully as possible, and then placed it on his broad back.

"Find a rope, please. I need to tie him to my back." Fingel muttered, "Damn it, it's like a grave robber fleeing with a mummy on his shoulder."

"Hey Fingal... I didn't expect you to be quite big." Selma was amazed, and quickly pulled out a bundle of nano-material thick ropes from the lifeboat.

Fingel has always liked to wear oversized clothes and walk with shrunken shoulders. Some students in the college said that he looked like a rascal.

"Brother's shoulders have always been very broad... When I was young, I don't know how many beauties wanted to lean on it."

There is nothing wrong with Fingel calling himself a senior brother. His seniority in the academy can be said to be the best among all the students. After all, trying to find another student who has been studying for more than ten years is like being in Finding duck eggs in a chicken coop is just as unreliable.

"Brother, don't be too busy... Do you think that is a helicopter?" Thelma pointed to a black spot where it was.

In fact, it can be recognized without Fingel's confirmation. It is a helicopter, like a giant black bird flying across the sky above the Yangtze River.

"Isn't this place blocked? Where did the helicopter come from?"

Selma subconsciously touched the bottom of the lifeboat seat, where there were usually a few weapons stuffed by the academy.

"Wait, that seems to be a native mixed race. I recognize the logo on their plane." Fingel squinted his eyes, adding a hint of wretchedness.

"Are you sure?" Selma was very cautious. She first looked at the location of the weapon system of the Moniaher, and it was quiet there, indicating that it was not a dangerous person threatening.

"You don't believe me? People from the Feng family in Siyuli! Senior brother has taken their plane before, and they took a special passage and took a special plane! How could such a beautiful thing be remembered wrong?"

Fingel yelled dissatisfiedly, "What are they going to do, land?"

"Looks like...they've slowed down." Thelma noticed a small parachute being thrown from the cabin.

"It's here to deliver things... It's weird." Selma thought to herself that this group of guys didn't rush to ask about the harvest, so why did they leave their things and run away?Is this the fear of getting a gift in return?

The helicopter appeared in surprise, and now it has disappeared from sight again.

"Are the local mixed races acting so weird?" Selma scratched her head, her long, smooth hair cascading down her shoulders, "No wonder the secret party has been unable to cooperate deeply with them, the logic of this behavior is really I can't figure it out!"

She began to worry. It is said that most of the dragon kings will wake up in China. If this continues, it will be difficult to carry out the dragon slaying work, right?

*
"Report, Xunyi No. [-] has completed its launch mission and is now returning to Base No. [-]."

On the helicopter, the pilot stared intently ahead.

"Got it, good luck."

A thick male voice sounded, and then the communication was hung up.

The pilot is a little confused, wish me luck?
This voice is the superior directly under him, who has always been meticulous, and suddenly popped out after the task was completed, what does it mean to wish you good luck.

His mind is a little messed up.

When the communication ended, the green dot representing the communication went out, but it turned on again soon.

"Xunyi No. [-]! Xunyi No. [-]! Please reply!"

The same thick male voice reappeared in the pilot's earphones in less than two seconds, and he had a premonition that something had happened.

"This is Xunyi No. [-]."

The pilot carefully opened the reply.

"What are you doing?! You left the base without any instructions, are you going to defect?!"

There was even a funny broken sound in the hoarse voice of the superior on the opposite side, but now the pilot couldn't care less about joking about it from the bottom of his heart, he patted his helmet with some horror, and pulled the mic to his mouth.

"But four or ten minutes ago... I received an order to enter the blocked waters of the Yangtze River and drop an iron box at the secret party's Moniach."

The pilot said, "There is a recording of the communication, the recording is here, the recording is here..."

Communication recording is a basic function on every plane, but no matter how much he searched, the communication records in the past hour were completely blank!

It's like a naughty kid from a relative's family during the New Year's holidays carefully erased the homework he had written so hard with an eraser, and he couldn't even find a trace.

He couldn't prove that he was in communication with his superiors during this hour!

"Order? Whose order?!"

"you."

The other side of the communication fell into a long silence, wondering if the superior had fainted and sent to the hospital, or was checking whether he had any communication records with Xunyi No. [-].

The pilot swallowed, and couldn't help but think of all the strange legends of flight accidents he had heard during training.

Was he talking to an unknown ghost just now?

*
"who are you?"

Angers raised his eyebrows, looking at the pitch-black figure stopped by him with interest.

This guy's face was covered with a mask, and his tall figure was more than two meters tall, but the wide sleeves made him look like a thin bamboo pole.

The mask is the face of a big tengu, with a long red nose and round eyes that look kind of funny.

But the appearance of this person is not funny at all.

When Ange found him, he was running in the dense forest in the direction of the Three Gorges, his movements were as quick as a bolt of lightning.

"Hilbert Jean Angers?" The figure's voice was hoarse, like the weird sound of two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

"It's me, but I don't remember asking you if you know me."

There was a hint of coldness in Angers' words. The old headmaster, who used to be an extremely gentleman, no longer looked kindly in this deserted dense forest.

For those who tried to intervene in the Kuimen project at this time, Angers would not have a good face.

"Heh...the nameless person." The figure smiled lowly, turning a blind eye to Angers' question again.

"But I advise you not to stand in my way again."

The last sentence made people feel humbled into the dust, but the next sentence immediately set up the image of a madman who was so arrogant that he didn't know the so-called.

Everyone who knew Angers' identity paid enough attention to him. This old fox that has lived for more than 100 years may even be one of the strongest hybrids. Anyone who appears in front of him should be careful.

But the shadow actually didn't care about him.

"Big Tengu... Sure enough, he didn't wear the wrong mask." Anger said coldly, already holding the sharp jackknife in his hand.

The exquisite copper-inlaid wooden handle, the ancient and twisted patterns hovering on the knife body, reflect a light red color.

The traditional image of Ootengu in Japanese lore is that of a proud man, and his silhouette perfectly matches the image shown by his mask.

"You don't seem to care about me at all, do you think I... can't kill you?"

Angers smiled, "You Japanese have always been like this. You hide your deep arrogance in your deformed prudence, for fear of being discovered by others, but after you put on your mask...the arrogant lunatics are released."

Angro's irritating words did not make people angry, his two-meter-tall figure swayed, and his hoarse and soft voice sounded again: "Listen to you, you seem to have a deep understanding of Japan... …and in fact, you can generalize a group as little as much and as little as you want."

"I don't want to hear too much nonsense." Angers raised his hand slightly. As long as he is willing, the sharp jackknife will be inserted into the neck of the figure in the next moment, and the blood will spray out from the wound like a fountain .

"Do you know? Every minute of delay here may mean that the team sent by the secret party to China has taken another step towards the complete annihilation of the terrorist solution, so there is no need for you to stop me."

The figure giggled, it sounded disgusting.

"The entire army was wiped out? Every commissioner in the executive department is an elite, and there are even two commissioners on that warship no less than me." Anger smiled.

"But no matter how powerful a hybrid is...will be as fragile as paper when facing the Dragon King." The human image was singing, "Is S-rank enough to deal with the revived Norton? Or... plus A twin on the throne?"

"you?"

Only then did Ange get serious. The man actually told the truth about the Dragon King without any burden, but about the fact that the Dragon King on the throne is actually twins... Not many mixed races in the world know about it.

Being able to know such crucial information means that his status is definitely not low, but he showed a contemptuous and indifferent attitude in front of Angers.

Either he has the means to be confident that he can save his life, or he is a complete lunatic.

"Give me a reason to let you go."

(End of this chapter)