One early morning more than ten days ago.

The Chicago sky lit up slightly, the city skyline was rimmed with silver, the traffic lights started working, and the noisy traffic revived.

A black Maserati shuttled unusually through the morning rush hour, shaking off the slow fish beside it like a vigorous swordfish.

With an emergency stop, the Maserati stopped in front of a gray-white skyscraper. The old guy's elegant driving skills amazed the doorman guarding the building.

"Ange, you are finally here. I'm sorry that I couldn't take care of your things." The thin figure stood at the top of the steps with a cane and apologized lightly.

Angers got out of the car calmly and adjusted his collar in the morning breeze: "We meet again, Henkel, guess what I am here this time to challenge you?"

While saying this, he deliberately touched the watch on his right hand. This action made the group of young people around him shudder.

Everyone knows that there is a sharp and large folding knife hidden in his right wrist. With the speed of the principal, it only takes a few seconds to draw the knife and kill everyone here.

The key is......

Some of you here have dealt with him and witnessed the principal's "barbering" skills with your own eyes. They don't want to become the bald head in the hands of the principal.

"Hey, why is the principal here alone and here in person?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Nonsense, Cassel College is in the suburbs north of Chicago. He can get here just by kicking the accelerator of a Maserati! He doesn't even need a helicopter!"

"Damn it! Is Kassel College so close? I thought it was built on a small island in the Pacific, and I can go to Hawaii for vacation from time to time."

"It's called V Club if you can go to Hawaii for vacation from time to time. But to be honest, I heard that the principal's annual vacation is longer than that of V Club, and it's all travel with public funds..."

Henkel coughed, shutting up these 250 young people who were still beeping in the face of disaster.

"If I was a poor guard and my 'Sloth' was stolen, you might forgive me, but if it turns out that I was a guard who stole it, you might have to call in heavy firepower to level our house, right?" Henkel inhaled carelessly.

took a puff of cigar.

"That's about it. You can lead the way, Chief Henkel." Angers made a symbolic gesture of invitation, as if he was the owner of this place.

The current situation was urgent, so both parties skipped greetings and walked side by side towards the building, with their left and right retinues following closely behind them.

This street is located in the old city on the south side of Chicago. The street buildings all maintain the appearance of the post-war golden era. It was an era when American gangs were prevalent. The sound of typing sounded every night in Chicago. It is also the city with the highest shooting rate in the United States.

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But for the Henkel family, this place is a closed fortress like a feudal manor. Chicago's laws may not be easy to apply here, and the police will not draw patrol routes here.

This place was originally an opera house and was occasionally used as an art museum, but something unexpected happened last night and it was forced to close and clear out today, making it deserted and gloomy.

The first moment you walk into the lobby of this building, the atmosphere of the old times hits your face. There are prosperous crystal chandeliers hanging overhead, and crude oil paintings depict deeds of that era on the walls. You can walk through the corridors with painted walls.

, it will create the illusion of being in "Once Upon a Time in America".

Noisy footsteps passed through the corridor, and Henkel quickly walked into an elevator with Angers and slowly descended to the last floor.

After the elevator door opened, pungent gas with a strong chemical smell surged up, making Angers frown.

"The situation was worse a few hours ago. There were electric fires everywhere and you had to wear a gas mask to get in."

"What a nostalgic scene. The last time I saw this scene was in 2010. The king of the earth and mountains visited my ice cellar, and my fish tank and pyramid suffered heavy losses." Angers closed his eyes and smiled in relief.

At this point, laziness has been confirmed to be lost, so you might as well face the bleak and bloody life with an optimistic attitude.

After stepping out of the elevator, a wide space like a square opened in front of you. Gray-white alloy doors stood on the wall. Each door had its own number on it. Staff members wearing biochemical suits were cleaning up the aftermath.

"We call this vault the Northern Fortress. It is a product of the Cold War. It is very strong and is specially used to store war preparation supplies, such as food and water, medicine bottles and ammunition."

"Judging from the height and width of these doors, there should be a lot of tanks hidden inside. I think if a nuclear war really breaks out in the future, we can use these to fight back." Angers walked with Henkel with a visiting mentality.

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"But soon, we found that this was in vain. It was not that a nuclear war could not be fought, but that tank technology was also being updated with each passing day. The tanks we collected here quickly turned into scrap metal, and we simply regarded this place as a

It's a storage room, used to hide some dirty things."

"Like nuclear warheads or something?" Angers was still very casual.

"There are indeed a few nuclear warheads, but they are not as exaggerated as the inventory in your ice cellar. More space is used to store things related to the dragon civilization."

"Tell me what you have collected. Maybe we can exchange collections." Angers raised his beard.

"This will be kept a secret. If a dragon-slaying madman like you knows about it, I may be tied to your chariot forever and unable to get on or off." Henkel's beard also twitched.

The young man following the two old guys felt chills running down his spine.

Is this the realm of dialogue between big guys?

Although every word is full of humor, it puts a lot of pressure on the juniors around him.

It is said that more than a hundred years ago at the end of the 19th century, the two men, who were still young at the time, had a historic first meeting. Henkel was shot in the back by Angers, and Angers stabbed him with his backhand, which started the relationship between the two.

A life in which people are both enemies and friends.

Although this kind of relationship in film and television works makes the audience want to stop, in reality, this kind of relationship can turn out to be ugly faster than turning the page in a book. No one knows that the two people who are having a great time talking to each other one moment will end up in the next moment.

They were just facing each other with swords and guns, without any foreshadowing or transition in between.

"It's here, Sloth, and it's just there, but it's gone now."

The whole team stopped, stopping in front of a burnt black door.

The young people were all stunned, and gasps came and went.

Angers slowly raised his head and his eyes fell on the door directly in front of him.

That door, like other doors, is made of high-grade alloy. Even if a Maybach crashes into it at a high speed, it may not be able to deform it.

At this moment, the center of the door actually appeared to be melted through, and the charred metal seemed to have collapsed, sinking into the center.

If the intruder is not very tall, he can just enter through the hole and carry the Seven Deadly Sins out of it.

Angers walked towards the door and covered it with his old palm, feeling the cold metal texture.

"Aren't there any protective measures such as alchemical matrix used here?" Angers frowned.

"As expected of you, you can grasp this information just by physical touch. Even for a senior hybrid organization, the layout of the alchemy matrix is ​​still a superb advanced weapon and does not exist on our tactical panel." Han.

Gao shook his head and spoke regretfully.

"For us, high-grade alloys are enough to protect against most uninvited guests. We are not like your secret party who like to collect some unclean things." Henkel walked next to Angers and looked up at the hole in the door side by side.

"But this time, is it the minority outside the majority?" Angers pondered.

"There is no doubt that the intruder this time is a master who controls fire-based speech spirits. In his hands, Junyan can reach thousands of ultra-high temperatures, which may be even more powerful than your Chu Zihang." Henkel said.

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"Really, it sounds like maybe I have to ask Chu Zihang to issue a challenge to the intruder and see who is the strongest controller of Jun Yan." Ange took off his suit jacket and threw it casually to

He invited Henkel's entourage and even used the fire to light a cigar.

"My intuition tells me that you'd better not do this. It is said that the people who control Junyan have very bad tempers. Maybe the other party will really agree." Henkel shook his head.

"Is there any video from last night?" Angers asked.

Henkel glanced around, and soon a young man with an iPad clicked on the video.

In the dark scene is the scene from last night.

There was no one in the center of the treasury, but suddenly a bright flame burst out, like the sudden arrival of the sun's corona, and the flowing fire flew around the sun's corona, like a flock of flaming birds making a pilgrimage to the Supreme Being.

Angers' hand holding the cigar shook slightly, suddenly realizing the seriousness of the situation.

Indeed, as Henkel said, such control of Jun Yan is already a master-level skill. To them, flame is not so much a dangerous object that needs to be used with caution, but rather a random note that can be played according to emotion.

Can play grand music.

Who is this person?

A high-risk hybrid? Or simply a dragon?

And under the illumination of Jun Yan, a vague figure appeared. He was in the center of the vault, wearing an unknown combat uniform. It was like smoke illuminated by strong light, and the figure had unreal visual effects.

"Mingzhao, he used Mingzhao to sneak in. In other words, someone in this team has mastered Mingzhao." Henkel said.

The reason why there was no one in the vault before Jun Yan started was because of the effect of Ming Zhao, a word spirit, which could sneak in the shadows and deceive the optical system unless there was a strong light of Jun Yan's level.

The reason why it is concluded that this is a team is because the field of the word spirit of Mingzhao can cover the surroundings of the user, and it is not a problem to cover 3-5 people at the same time.

"The only doubt is how they broke through the thermal detection. The temperature cannot be deceived visually." Henkel was puzzled.

"Dong, there is still someone in their team who has this speech spirit." Angers replied quickly.

"Serial number 3 Yan Ling Dong?" Henkel's eyes widened slightly.

"Its effect is to lower the user's physical condition to a hibernation state, but if the user is highly skilled, the entire team can enjoy this effect." Ange's eyes were locked on the screen.

After all, he is a dragon-slaying expert from Kassel, and he can easily see through this combination of words and spirits at a glance.

"The combination of Mingzhao and Dong is the standard configuration of hybrid criminal groups. It can deceive most security procedures in the world. Just like many organizations need a "Tianyan" to act as a moneybag, they also need a

"Prophet" or "Dream Garden" acts as a leader." Angers said in an educator's tone, his kind and kind eyes deliberately swept over the young man's face.

They all showed awkward yet polite smiles, looking like they were willing to do anything to satisfy the principal's vanity.

Angers quickly put away his kindness and walked slowly: "The crime process is basically clear. The only question now is how the gang learned that the seven deadly sins were hidden here."

"Children, I think you are not involved in this matter, right?" Angers looked back at them again, still kind and kind.

The young people were collectively frightened.

"I can guarantee that the news will never leak out from me." Henkel sighed.

He continued: "When you secretly handed Sloth over to me, it was packed in a safe. I personally supervised the safe being transported to the vault. No one knew that the weapons of the seven deadly sins were contained in it."

"There is no leakage about what I did. Even EVA doesn't know about it. Only the vice-principal knows a little bit about it, but the probability of him leaking the news is zero."

"No one knows the whereabouts of the Seven Deadly Sins except you and me, right?" Henkel looked directly into Angers eyes and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, one of you and I must have betrayed the information." Angers nodded.

An icy aura surrounded the two of them, and every syllable fell like an ice pick to the ground.

The young man stepped back involuntarily, always feeling that the next moment he would see Angers drawing his sword and Henkel drawing his gun, and the time would once again turn back to more than a hundred years ago.

"Just kidding, you and I actually have the answer in our hearts, right?" Henkel smiled, his old face wrinkled. This was the first time that young people saw a smile on his face.

Ange also showed the same smile: "Yes, after such a long time, you have become more sophisticated as you get older. If I become a fox with age, then you become a monster with age."

"In short, you have encountered a difficult enemy again this time, Angers. Although 2012 has passed, the real end of the world has not disappeared, but is getting closer, right?" Henkel said deeply.

Staring at each other.

"Yes, there are various signs that the dragon kings are being resurrected one after another. The period of collective recovery of the ancient dragons has not passed, but has entered a climax... According to reliable information, Jormungandr, the king of the earth and the mountain, is only two years apart.

He wakes up again in the year, and the King of Ocean and Water seems to be awake. I have a hunch that before my life lamp runs out, I can see the real Twilight of the Gods."

As Angers spoke, he took the windbreaker that he had taken off not long ago from the young man's hand, as if he was about to leave.

"Ange, I still said that we can form an alliance." Henkel stopped the other party's leaving figure.

Alliance is a word that scares young people.

The young man who last mentioned this word in front of Angers has suffered from PTSD related to haircuts in this life.

But at this moment, their family head actually took the initiative to mention this word.

"An alliance?" Angers narrowed his eyes subtly.

"The Second World War interrupted our alliance process, because the war brought us too many benefits and gave us the illusion of omnipotence." Henkel straightened his waist, as if some kind of power was coming.

Take him back to his youth.

Angers sighed: "Yes, you gained astonishing wealth during World War II. To this day, you are the shadow president of North America, and we have also obtained the most advanced weapons."

Henkel said: "But what's the use of this? Soon, we discovered that for hybrids, the dollar in the human world is just a piece of paper, and the truly valuable things are in the keel, in alchemy, and

You have also discovered that technology is not omnipotent. In many cases, we still have to rely on powerful blood and cold weapons to solve problems. We were all wrong."

Angers shook his head: "It's just you who are wrong, we are not wrong. Just as the advent of the Maxim machine gun immediately turned the Mongolian people into a nation that can sing and dance well, the emergence of machine guns, mortars, mercury bombs, and fighter jets also changed

The dragon clan has been dragged from religion to reality. The dragon that we once had to sacrifice several lives to kill now only needs a few wounds."

"But you still have many problems that you have to face, such as within the school board and the Council of Elders... The omnipotent KGB can accurately catch the pests hiding in the people and society, but when

How can they show off their magic when the real enemy is in the Kremlin?"

Henkel took a bottle of whiskey from the young man's hand and filled two goblets. He threw away his crutch and walked slowly towards Angers holding two glasses of wine.

"Although we are also competing for the final stage just for profit, we hardly have any secrets, so we have even less ambition. In other words, if you cooperate with us, you are the one who occupies a dominant position."

Henkel raised his glass, took a sip, and handed the other glass of wine to Angers.

He continued: "As early as the third century AD, Constantine I saw the decay and decline within Rome, so he moved the capital to the far east and created a second heart for Rome. It is precisely because of this

With these measures, Rome can live another 1,000 years."

There was silence everywhere, everyone was waiting for Ange's reply.

"I'm sorry, Chief Henkel, you did a good job in using emotion to move people to reason, but unfortunately, you found the wrong person." Ange turned around with a smile, and his expression did not change at all from beginning to end.

"I'm not the KGB, and I'm not Constantine I."

"then who are you?"

"Oneidas I, or Socrates, is some kind of person who is willing to die." Angers straightened his collar and stepped into the elevator.

"I just want to get some benefits, but if you can't survive in this game for too long, you are naturally not worthy of being my ally." He said before leaving.

The elevator went up one floor after another. A group of people in the vault looked up at the beating numbers and listened to the sound that gradually faded away.

Henkel returned the crutch: "Let's go, children, I have told you many times, if you don't have the belief that you will be shattered, it will be easy to get into trouble here in Angers. Last time you used Wall Street businessmen

He was given a warm haircut by his logic. Would it be possible to be a history speaker this time?"

Several young people looked at each other with ashamed expressions.

They had written the lines and hoped that Henkel could perform them in front of Angers to see if they could win him over.

They no longer dared to speak in person in front of Angers, and had to rely on the highly respected head of the Henkel family.

Henkel agreed to help them, but the condition is that you young people must be more peaceful in the future.

This is like a bet. If Henkel really convinces Angers, then the young man will gain the upper hand. On the contrary, Henkel's status will be further consolidated and he will become more highly respected.

"Head of the family, I want to ask a question that has nothing to do with the alliance." A young man with some authority came forward.

"You want to ask, who is the person who stole Sloth from us?" Henkel saw what the other party was thinking.

"Yes, yes, neither you nor Angers can reveal the coordinates of Sloth, so who can find it?" the young man asked.

"It's better to say it's induction than finding." Henkel shook his head.

"The Seven Deadly Sins are the highest alchemical achievement of the Lord of Bronze and Fire, but since both Constantine and Norton have fallen, there is only one possibility." Hangau paused.

"The ones who steal rage and sloth are dragons of the bronze and fire series, and their bloodline should be very strong, so strong that they can naturally sense the location of the Seven Deadly Sins!"

"This!" The young man shrugged. In other words, the one who invaded their place last night was a pure-blood dragon?

Those of you who have never been to a dragon-slaying battlefield feel terrified.
Chapter completed!