Lu Mingfei Returns from Monster Hunting

"You told me to be fully prepared before? But buying a broken ship means being fully prepared? They are going to slay the dragon! You don't even know the true face and ability of that dragon king. What is fully prepared?"

Pompeo asked: "Why can't we add more manpower, buy more ships, or get a few nuclear submarines to form an escort fleet? Can you get an aircraft carrier? Doesn't your free empire have 11 aircraft carrier battle groups? Can't you send one to the Arctic Ocean?" "

The white-bearded old man coughed and said awkwardly: "Mr. Gattuso, I can understand your feelings very well, but those aircraft carriers are not our assets. If you want to mobilize them, you can only negotiate with the Pentagon."

"You're using the Pentagon to suppress me, right?" Pompeo immediately took out his phone, "I'll call right away! I have a lot of good friends in the Pentagon! They are all hard relationships that can pick up girls with me!"

"Calm down! Calm down!" Professor Manstein had to stand up to smooth things over, "Speak up if you have something to say."

His forehead was full of cold sweat. They all knew who Pompey was. He never considered the consequences of his actions, which really made him rush to the Pentagon. Then the abnormal climate in the Arctic Circle will definitely arouse the suspicion of all countries.

"Pompeii! Pay attention to your attitude! Caesar is also our school director, and as an uncle, I am also very concerned about his safety. But things have happened, we have done everything we can, and now we can only wait for the results." Frost said coldly.

"The loss of contact with the ship means that the Dragon King has appeared. My son is very likely to be under the opponent's minions now. He will bid farewell to my old father with a wave of his hand. You are not his biological father, so of course you don't care!"

"Then what do you want me to do to satisfy you?"

"Send a fleet of aircraft carriers, add three nuclear submarines, bring my son back, and blow up the dragon with Tomahawk missiles." Pompey spread his hands.

Frost's face turned black immediately: "This is impossible, I thought you were just joking."

Pompeii rolled his eyes: "You still want to become the leader of the secret party even if you can't do these things? Believe it or not, I will vote for your opponent first in this year's election!"

"Except for not being able to send nuclear submarines and aircraft carriers, I can meet your other requirements." Frost said through gritted teeth.

He really has nothing to do with Pompeii now. This guy is still the nominal leader of the Gattuso family and has great power in the Secret Party.

"Okay, then I have three requests."

Pompey held out three fingers.

"One, until my son comes back alive, the hunt for Leviathan is under my command."

"Second, during this period, I have the right to mobilize the branches of the Executive Department around the world, and I also have the right not to report the progress to the elders, but I guarantee that you will receive a detailed report afterwards."

"Three, I need the highest authority of EVA."

"Mr. Gattuso! Your request is too much! The secret party is not your personal defense force of Gattuso's family!"

The person who spoke was Beowulf, the captain of the Secret Party Action Team. He was highly respected in the Secret Party and one of the core members of the Elders.

At this moment, he was already furious, and the twitching veins on his forehead could accurately express his mood.

What he hates the most is the Gattuso family. They are just some rich capitalists. In the era when the Beowulf family shed blood and sweat for dragon slaying, the surname "Gattuso" has not yet been born!
However, in the past hundred years, the Gattuso family has emerged in large numbers, becoming the largest of the mixed-race forces, while the Beowulf family has been declining day by day, becoming synonymous with old things.

Beowulf always believed that it was these cunning Sicilians who took away the glory of the Beowulf family. They drank expensive wine, behaved frivolously and showed off, interacted with powerful people, and amassed amazing wealth with ease.

The status of the Gattuso family today was built with money, but the surname of the Beowulf family was polished with the blood of warriors of all ages.

Beowulf still retains the pride and dignity of the dragon-slaying family at the bottom of his heart, and he can't tolerate Pompeii, who has relied on the family for several generations.

"Sorry, everyone here, it seems that you haven't understood some things."

Pompeii suddenly became quiet, and no longer lying on the table like a shrew, he found an empty chair and sat down, leaning back on the wide chair back.

At this moment, he is handsome, calm, and smiling, making people think of Al in "The Godfather", the emperor of the dark world, even sitting in the sun, he is still cold.

"All organizations in the world, whether they are large countries or small schools and companies, are nothing more than a group of people gathered around a certain purpose."

"The more rigorous and orderly the organization, the greater its purpose. The secret party is of course a great organization. Many years ago, it had clear goals, strict organization, and many talents."

"But in today's stable society, without the overwhelming dragons, is its purpose still the same as before?"

Pompey looked around, but no one answered, even Frost frowned and remained silent.

Some of them did not understand the meaning of Pompey's sudden mention of the sociological term "organization".

There are also some people who are too lazy to listen to Pompey's nonsense because of their disdain.

"To protect world peace and suppress the revival of the Dragon Race, we can find various high-sounding goals for ourselves today, but are we really dedicated idealists like the goals in our goals?"

Pompeii's voice was as low as an ancient bell, ringing the original sin that members of the Secret Party were most unwilling to admit.

"That's impossible, gentlemen, ideals are one of the most beautiful flowers in the garden of the human spirit, but the more beautiful the flowers are, the shorter they bloom. With just the word 'ideal', the secret party cannot survive for thousands of years."

"Not for our own family, not for our own rights and status, what kind of secret party and organization are we talking about?"

He pointed at Beowulf who had yelled at him angrily before: "Dear Mr. Beowulf, I respect you because your ancestors made great achievements in slaying dragons in the past, not you. Now I ask you a question." question."

"Your ancestors once established a country on the Scandinavian Peninsula. May I ask what did they rely on? Could it be by slaying dragons?"

"Without the mountains of gold and treasures piled up in the dragon's lair, would you be where you are today? Mr. Raff, Mr. Turing..."

Pompey looked over one by one, and finally stopped at Frost.

"Including my dear brother, if you want to listen, I can tell each of you the family history of each family."

"That's right, the secret party has made huge sacrifices. If there is no secret party, the dragon kings may have ruled the world again, but relatively, the major families that make up the secret party have also earned wealth, power, and status from dragon slaughter."

"Every family has enthusiastically sent young people to this academy to receive training. Do you really want to dedicate their lives to our great cause?"

"At least when I decided to send Caesar to school, it wasn't because of this problem. At that time, I thought how could the new generation of the secret party not have the surname of Gattuso's family."

"Everyone knows that if a family withdraws from the secret party, it closes its door to the dragon world, which is also the door to wealth."

"Maybe what I just said was not very clear. What I mean exactly is that, in a sense, dragon slaying is... a business for the secret party now."

"Pompeii! Shut up! This is the Hall of Valor! The ashes and souls of the secret party's victims are being sacrificed here! How dare you say such things in front of them?" Show fierce light.

Many people subconsciously bowed their heads to avoid it, and a terrifying aura that was invisible to the naked eye was emanating from Beowulf, like a frenzy.

In just a few seconds, Beowulf has expanded the field, which covers the entire conference hall.

His muscles swelled, and his bones were squeezed like firecrackers, and his already strong figure became bigger and bigger, and his shirt would burst at any time, just like a real-life Hulk.

With the continuous use of dragon serum for many years, Beowulf's bloodline has reached an unimaginable level. Even Frost, the highest-ranking member of the secret party, dare not look directly at Beowulf's edge.

In other words, few people in the entire Council of Elders dared to touch Beowulf's reverse scale.

Many years ago, he was known as the "Dragon Bloodthirsty", a title only worthy of a warrior with dragon blood on his hands.

"If you think I'm just ignorant and raving, then it's no big deal after listening to it? Anyway, I have always been ignorant and shameless in the eyes of everyone. Even if I am flirting with a dancer on my lap, Mr. Beowulf Don't be so angry, right? But why are you in a hurry when I seldom say a few serious words?"

Pompey still smiled, and he watched Beowulf quietly.

Although he came to the door in the name of "a heartbroken student's parent", he still wore his signature white suit and white leather shoes, with a silk scarf as bright as a peacock's tail feather wrapped around his neckline. Old boy's dress.

But such Pompey withstood the pressure of Beowulf and all the elders.

The frenzied aura dissipated when it came to him, as if blocked by an invisible wall.

"Your Excellency Beowulf." Frost said slowly, "At this conference table, everyone has the right to express their opinions. Any violence should not be used in this conference hall."

Beowulf glared fiercely at Frost, but when he met the eyes of the other senators, the fury gradually died away.

Although he was also dissatisfied with Frost, he was right. The Hall of Valor is a solemn place and should not be desecrated by violence.

Moreover, not all the members of the Council of Elders had objections to Pompey. Some were silent, wondering if they heard Pompey speak.

Beowulf adjusted the collar of his shirt, took a deep breath, and sat back heavily.

"There is nothing wrong with doing business. Without business, the world would not develop so fast. It is the desire for money and power that makes human progress."

Pompey raised the corner of his mouth and said with a wave.

"Dragon slaying is a common business for everyone in our secret party, but you must be clear that we are not the only ones who can do this business. There are many mixed-race families in the world besides the secret party, such as the Henkel family in Chicago, and the Japanese family. The Eight Snake Qi Family."

"If the dragon kings are strong and we are weak, then this is a bad business, and Henkel and his ilk have no time to hide, but on the contrary, we have won the battle against the dragon kings, and even got the bones of the dragon kings. If it becomes a good business, Henkel and his ilk will be jealous."

"You can boldly imagine that when all the dragon kings are completely dead and turned into dragon bones and placed in the museum, will the era of human beings come?"

"Of course it's impossible. What will come will only be the era of mixed races. Those who inherit the heritage of the dragon clan will be the new dragon clan."

The expressions of the elders changed suddenly, and even Beowulf, who had been glaring at each other, involuntarily avoided when Pompeii's eyes swept over him.

Many of them thought about it, but didn't talk about it in public.

After all, each of them has dragon blood flowing in their bodies. After the pure-blooded dragon clan dies, who is most qualified to inherit the dragon clan and become the master of alchemy technology, noble blood and the mysterious world?

Without a doubt, only they are eligible!

The new dragons... Pompeii was right.

At that time, they will be the new Dragon Clan.

The reason why they dare not discuss this matter is because this matter violates the purpose of the secret party when it was established.

But some people think that after the Dragon Clan dies, shouldn't it be natural for the hybrids to replace the Dragon Clan as the ruler of the world?

Where their strength lies, they should lead the new era.

Pompey dropped a folder on the table and slid it right in front of Frost.

"Perhaps you will think that what I said is empty words, I made it up, then please take a look at this document."

"While we were still in conflict over whether to go to the Arctic Ocean, a nuclear submarine had left the established route and headed for the North Pole, loaded with torpedoes and 'Tomahawk' cruise missiles. And who sent that nuclear submarine, no need to check carefully, The information provided by the Gattuso family is enough to prove that the Henkel family exerted pressure in private and asked the army to give them this submarine. .”

"There is also someone from Snake Bajia who landed in the Beidi Islands in a private plane. They rented the largest and most stable icebreaker YAMEL in the world, and then headed towards the extreme north. The purpose is self-evident."

"Gentlemen, we're in for a big business. Lots and lots of businessmen wanting to get a bite of the cake."

"Whoever wins in this business field will be the future operator of the world."

"It's a pity that your vision is too short-sighted. Buying a small broken ship is just a big deal."

Pompeii sighed: "If only a few people are sent, how can they be competitive?"

"There are not many old people in the Sheqi Bajia. Don't worry about it. As for Henkel? What qualifications does he have to compete with us?" Beowulf said in a disdainful tone.

"Mr. Beowulf, competition only depends on strength. Henkel and Snaki Bajia did not dare to compete with us before because of the presence of Angers, who is enough to suppress these small ambitions. But now? My poor old friend is lying In the rescue capsule, life and death are uncertain. We also lost the most important asset, and I think Henkel already knows about it."

"What asset?" Frost frowned.

"Lu Mingfei, whether he is the Dragon King or not, he holds the power to slay dragons in his hands. Power is authority. Even Henkel must be in awe of this authority. Lu Mingfei is a member of the secret party for a day, and the secret party is awed for a day. But now he is our enemy."

Pompey spread his hands: "Without Angers and Lu Mingfei, the Council of Elders of the secret party is nothing more than a group of immortals whose combined age exceeds the history books."

"If other people kill the Dragon King, they are the new Secret Party. When the dragon bones are displayed in those people's living rooms to show the mixed races of the world, people will transfer to them the respect that was originally given to us."

"And you have lost the two most important cards, Angers and Lu Mingfei, but you still have one card to play, and that is the Gattuso family. The Gattuso family is always willing to continue to stand on the same side with the Secret Party on the front line."

Pompeii smiled, "As long as you agree to my small requests, the Gattuso family will help you deal with those competitors."

He turned to look at Frost, "You are right, my dear brother."