Dragon 2: Pupil of the Mourner

The brother in the "King of Bronze and Fire", before awakening as the Dragon King, was a hunter practicing in New York, simply a punk.

But so far, the Academy still avoids direct contact with hunters, hunters whose small fights will rarely infringe on the interests of the Academy.

But this time is different, it seems that this low-purity bloodline of two knives emerged from what fierce people, able to cut down the executive department commissioner Raymond, and intends to reach out to the information that the school board wants.

"There are only four hours left before the time requested by the school board," Schneider said, "no time for meandering, direct action."

"Action?" Manstein frowned, "China is a country of law ......"

"Human laws don't exactly apply to us, do they?" Schneider said, "Both sides are half-breeds, just warn Chu Zhang not to cause harm to unrelated people, etc."

"But you should know that your student is not an accurate sniper rifle, good at point blank kills, he is simply ...... a shotgun that fires on the ground! I'll tell you again, his record on missions is not good at all, and has caused a lot of trouble for the Academy," Manstein lowered his voice, "If we hadn't kept it down, he would have been stirred up to the school board!"

"What's so bad about it? He has a 100 percent success rate, he's just too tough in his tactics sometimes."

Manstein sighed, "Listen, Schneider, I know you think highly of Chu Zhang, but don't let personal feelings cloud your judgment. What's that saying, impulsiveness is the devil! Remember the mission in Bronze City? If we knew Ye Sheng and Aki were a couple, they wouldn't have been divided into a team, and then we might have been able to save at least one."

"Right! Makes sense! You see there is no affection between Ming Fei and Nono, so they are successful in their mission!" Guderian woke up at the right time and was glowing when he found the opportunity to brag about his students.

"Lu Mingfei's crush on anyone is known all over campus!" Schneider said coldly, "Except for Caesar, probably."

"Stop! No time for gossip now!" Manstein got a little angry, "And don't involve my students in this!"

"Sorry, I forgot that Nono is your student now," Schneider said.

The three men stared at each other, and the central control room fell into dead silence, only to hear the old wall clock on the wall "chug-chug" sound, the time passed in a minute.

Manstein hesitated for a long time and handed a list to Schneider, "To tell you the truth, I have directly contacted the school board, which seems to have doubts about Chu Zhang's ability, and in addition to appointing Lu Mingfei as the commissioner this time, they also immediately dispatched the people on this list to assist them. These people are driving to rendezvous with Lu Mingfei Chu Zhang, all senior personnel with many years of experience, very elite. The recapture program also has to be approved by the school board and is remotely controlled by us here."

Schneider scanned the list and was taken aback, "How did you send these people out? It's too conspicuous!"

"The school board also understood, so they were ordered to make sure to dress in civilian clothes and keep a low profile."

Schneider was silent for a long time, let out a long sigh, got up, and walked towards the door.

"Hey, Schneider, don't be so stubborn," Manstein said loudly as he stood up, "It's not all about good blood, right? Don't think that only your students are the best."

"Once the school board decides, the executive department can't overturn it. Do, as they say, these politicians who only know how to give orders, don't know how to execute at all. Those people can't help Chu Zhang," Schneider turned back by the door, "and the worse fact is that Chu Zhang can't work with people at all! Every mission he ever went out on was done independently!"

On the 21st floor of the Rundle Building, all the windows were drawn with thick velvet curtains that were dense and impervious to light. A red tea wax cup with lavender-scented tea wax was placed in the middle of the huge conference table. Just a little light could not shine through this huge and luxurious conference room, nor could it shine on the client across the room. He sat between the light and the dark, looking thin, with disheveled red hair, a miserable white face, a red and white striped top, and a yellow vest.

"Whiskey on the rocks? Or ...... would you like a Chicken McNuggets?" Tang Wei turned a glass of "Yamazaki" whiskey in his hand, and could not help but want to make a joke.

Because the customer's opposite is Ronald McDonald.

Tang Wei has faced all sorts of clients, some are strong men with green dragons tattooed on their backs and Chairman Mao's quotes on both arms, others are successful people with a sultry woman in black stockings and a short skirt with a fat belly, and others have used two fingers to poke two holes in this conference table and said, "Buddy is a practitioner of two-finger Zen, I advise you not to play dirty! " He had thought he was used to big scenes in the chaos, but seeing the commissioner is Ronald McDonald, still can not help but respect.

Tang Wei is also of poor origin, as a child once looked up to McDonald's big logo wild gulp.

"Kamu xo, with ice." The commissioner said in a low voice.

Sipping the expensive cup of Camu, the client opened the suitcase he brought, which was neatly coded with large denominations of dollars, a suitcase that happened to hold $2.5 million.

"Stuff." The client said simply.

Tang Wei also lifted the suitcase at his feet and put it on the table, opened it, and inside was a paper bag with a sealed seal, which was stamped with some kind of emblem, a huge half-rotten tree. Tang Wei was just about to take the scissors and cut open the paper bag when the commissioner said, "That'll do, no."

He pushed the heavy suitcase toward Tang Wei while raising his eyes. The moment he touched his gaze, Tang Wei was so shocked that he almost stood up.

Damn, not some serious hepatitis patient, right? This was the first thought that came to Tang Wei's mind. If not, how could the eyes be so yellow? And golden ......

In those golden eyes, there seemed to be an unseen symbol in each of them that was slowly turning upside down. Those two symbols led Tang Wei to stare hard at his eyes but then realized that he shouldn't look, looking dizzy, as if he was looking at a kaleidoscope.

"Where is the pit!" Tang Wei shouted in his heart. He was drenched in a cold sweat when he awoke from that moment of panic, with his client still sitting quietly across the conference table, with his due reward, $2.5 million in cash bills, in front of him.

"Third young man is very efficient, I am very satisfied." The client reached for his tea-wax cup and blew the candle's flame into Kamu's glass, the grape-brewed, potent brandy burning ghostly, the dark blue flame floating above the ice-filled liquor. He shook the glass, drank the wine, ice and flame in one go, nodded in satisfaction, and got up to leave.

"Hey, you forgot something!" Donway said.

"At 7:00 p.m. there will be a courier company to pick it up, FedEx, you can just give it to him." Without looking back, the commissioner went out the door and left.

Tang Wei sipped his whiskey out of his mind, not noticing that the wall clock seemed to be a few minutes faster.

"Big brother, the money has arrived?" As soon as the commissioner left, Tang Wei's little brother scurried in.