Chicago, in retro Golden Age buildings, Henkel is sitting opposite the strong man wearing a gas mask.

"Is this your latest interest?" Han Gao raised his jaw and signaled the things on the other person's face.

"No, this is a technological improvement. Compared with KFC and McDonald's paper bags, its biggest advantage is that there is an extra tube here," Finger said.

"What's the use?"

Finger raised a glass of wine on the table and poured it into the catheter and poured it down to tons.

"Look, that's that convenient." He shrugged.

Henkel was too lazy to pay attention to this man, so he came to the window with a crutch and looked at the street view of the buildings outside the window.

"I came here suddenly, probably because I was instructed by Angers?" Henkel said directly.

"Absolutely, his old man has been focusing on dealing with Lin Fenglong who may appear at any time... To be honest, he is more concerned about his old friends than the Dragon King." Finger muttered.

"Since he sent you here, it means he actually knows that you have been spying on Cassel's information for me." Han Gao lowered his head and stroked the ring on his thumb.

"As about the same, double-faced spy, I occasionally reveal some news about you." Finger was calm and composed, "In the words of the principal, you are a worthy person to be called."

"I am worthy of Angers' trust?" Hengot was puzzled.

"You are dying of old age. There are a large number of virtuous children and filial grandchildren in your family to raise, and great-grandsons. What you care most about now is their future. Just by pursuing this, you can guarantee that you will not do something outrageous." Finger explained.

"Putting aside the glorious body of the mixed-race leader of North America, you are just a good father, a good grandfather, a good grandfather... the original words of the principal."

Han Gao was stunned, then his beard twitched, and a smile appeared on his old face. "So he saw me so thoroughly."

"Your opponents often know yourself better than you, and for a long time, the principal regarded you as a major competitor."

Gently spit out a few sips of smoke from the cigar, Han Gao slowly answered the initial question: "Yes, we can discuss any big conflicts between us and the Secret Party, but there is no room for compromise with the Dragon Clan... Say it, what do you want to inquire from me?" Hen Gao asked.

"Say something casually, I don't know what to ask anyway." Finger said casually.

"In this case, let's talk about our recent trends... the situation has become a little out of control."

"specific?"

"Since the Ayyafara volcano incident in August, the global element distribution has shown abnormal reactions, which directly leads to a significant global cooling."

"I know that in the words of the academy's rhetoric masters, such strong elemental fluctuations are not like the recovery of a single dragon king, but rather the seal is lifted and the return of the dragons." Finger recalled seriously, "They were probably implying that this recovery is not only the king of the ocean and water, but also other monsters and gods will also emerge."

"You know more about this than we do, but with our monitoring methods, we can also see abnormal element signals around the world. Long before you brought back the Arctic Ocean, many people in the entire mixed-race society had predicted that the end of the world was coming and prepared in advance."

"What are the specific preparations?" Finger was curious.

"Stopping weapons and food to build doomsday fortresses, many facilities from the Cold War period have been secretly activated by us. Throughout history, the mixed-race families hidden in history have accumulated huge wealth. You might as well imagine how terrifying its influence is when this fund shakes its tail fin in the market, and how many countries have suffered economic crisis as a result." Henkel looked at Finger from the corner of his eyes, "Some people formed a lobbying group to announce the secrets of the dragon civilization to the White House." Henkel said.

"Hey, you have done this to announce the Dragon Clan's secrets?" Finger was shocked.

"A lot of people are doing it, including you Kassel. Except for the living fossils in the Senate, anyone with a little sense of crisis is trying to release the secret... But you know, this is too shocking for ordinary people. Even if the parliament is full of mixed-race members of our family, it is difficult to make this happen immediately."

"But it doesn't matter much. When necessary, we can forcibly control the White House, Congress, and even the Pentagon, and directly requisition the largest war machine in human history to fight against the dragon clan." Henkel said again.

"Is this a coup?" Finger was shocked by the plan.

"This is not a difficult task for mixed races. In the face of the advantages of language spirit and bloodline, the guard power of these important institutions is useless. We can easily control everyone from the president to the House of Representatives... At most, this country will crawl under our feet for a few hours."

Speaking of this, Henkel sighed low to the gray sky: "After all, humans are too weak creatures. The only ones who can finally go to the battlefield are our group of monsters with dragon blood flowing in them."

Faced with such politically incorrect remarks, Finger's first reaction was to rebuke, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that nothing could prove that Henkel was wrong.

Just as the vice principal also said in a very bastard tone that although we claim to be the savior of the human world, there is currently no evidence that human beings are worthy of being saved.

Is this the end of the world? All virtues, ideals and justice will be judged before it.

"Do you still want to inquire about other information? For example, how many weapons of mass destruction are stored in the vault dozens of meters deep under our building?"

"This is unnecessary, anyway...that is, there is nothing important here, right?" Finger scratched the back of his head.

Henkel was stunned again.

"So that's it. My alarmist plan seems to you just an irrelevant little thing." He smiled helplessly, "Is this the world in the eyes of merchants, and is it the difference between the world in the eyes of warriors?"

"If it were a few weeks ago, I heard you say these declarations that you would directly attack the Yellow Dragon in the United States, and you might be so excited that you would be ready to take me one at that time." Finger was also helpless and said that he really couldn't raise any interest.

"Okay, didn't you just go to the Nibelungan in the Arctic Ocean and witness the most shocking scenery in the world? It has so much capital to brag about?" Henkel said with a smile.

Finger is not easy to answer this question.

The real factor that really made him feel that these are trivial matters at this moment had to be a combat meeting with the principal and the others a few days ago to listen to them telling about the previous timeline.

In the face of the ultimate concept of the truth of time and the world, such worldly goals can only be considered a minor meaning.

"Okay, then I'll go around again. Anyway, this place is close to the college, so I can come over at any time." Finger got up, tidied up the gas mask on his face, walked out of the living room with a swagger, and wandered around the building in the posture of a leader.

Only Han Gao was left. He stood on a crutch and slowly sat back on the sofa, siping his glass of tequila in one go.

"Angers, I'm sorry, I'm glad you saw that I was so accurate, but unfortunately... you derived a wrong answer." Henkel, who was drunk, had a sharp darkness flashed in his muddy gaze, as if he had been extinguished for a long time, and it was rekindled.

"I'm not that trustworthy."

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Don’t think that I have too many wire shops. It will collapse at that time. Let me tell you, this is called a mess of mine flow! That’s how moon does it!
Chapter completed!