Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

Buzz! !

The roar of the propeller was deafening, and the dazzling beam of light shone into the building from the outside.

Under the gaze of Huang Yan and the black-haired woman, a figure jumped out of the cabin.

He jumped from a height of more than ten meters to the second floor of the hospital building and made a dull sound the moment he fell to his knees.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the tall figure wearing the "Nuo mask" stood up straight.

But he didn't look at the black-haired woman and Huang Yan at the first moment. Instead, he looked at the "dead corpse" and Deadpool's stumps at his feet.

These corpses seemed to deserve more attention from him than the injured or dead people lying on the ground.

Then he looked at the traces of battle around him, and the black eyes behind the mask holes narrowed slightly.

His right hand was gently placed on the bronze scabbard at his waist, and his muscular palm was as tight as iron stone.

The residual heat from the "Junyan" explosion in the corridor has cooled down, but the pungent burning smell in the air has not yet dissipated.

The gap between the two floors was plowed by some force, and the exposed molten steel bars could be seen.

Those putrid stumps and broken arms were spread all over the ground, and dirty blood snaked on the broken floor like a long snake.

The tragic scene of broken walls and the huge corpses gradually shrinking on the ground are enough to prove that a battle took place here.

However, it's clearly over.

Just five minutes after they received the news and arrived.

"..."

The man's eyes flickered, he released his palm from the scabbard, and made an upward gesture without raising his head.

Bang! Bang bang!

Several heavily armed figures grabbed ropes and descended from the helicopter hovering upstairs.

Even if they were faced with such a horrifying scene, they could still clean up the scene and treat the injured with concise and orderly actions without saying a word.

Including Chen Wenwen and Zhao Menghua, who were unconscious due to the aftermath of the explosion.

"What a slut."

Looking at the figure walking towards this side, the black-haired woman moved her lips slightly and whispered: "The impact of this incident is not small. How will you deal with those two children?"

"You have Norma and Yanling·Hypnosis, so naturally we have our own methods."

Huang Yan was no longer as kind as before, and said in a cold tone: "Zhu Youshu will make them regard tonight's incident as a nightmare, and 'Yinhe' will also block and cover up today's explosion."

No one else knew the cause of the explosion, and the corpse would not speak out.

As he spoke, the man also walked over and stopped three meters away from the two of them.

He didn't say anything, just handed the satellite phone to Huang Yan.

The black-haired woman couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Seeing that the other party didn't even look at her, she simply left wisely.

"Debrief the situation."

A hoarse old man's voice came from the other side of the phone.

The tone of the voice was as calm as a puddle of stagnant water.

However, upon hearing this voice, Huang Yan's pupils shrank suddenly.

It was as if he didn't expect that the old man would personally ask about this matter.

Even if a hybrid with "Word Spirit·Junyan" appeared, it would be nothing more than a trivial matter to the old man.

Is it because of that mask?

Or... that young man who is so strong that he can't even see the edge?

………………

Meanwhile, it was still early morning on the other side of the ocean.

The sun shines through the gaps in the blinds, and the white porcelain cup is dyed with a golden halo.

"Well, I will negotiate with the Orthodox side and bring those two children back within three days."

The figure sitting in the shadow hung up the phone, leaned back in the chair and exhaled silently.

At this moment, a coughing sound suddenly came from outside the silent door.

It was hoarse and loud like a patient suffering from severe tuberculosis, which made people worry whether the owner of the voice would cough up blood.

Click.

The door was pushed open gently.

The man walked into the office and was exposed to the sun.

His neck was covered with dark red scars that looked like burns. A black mask covered half of his face, revealing gray eyes as cold as knives.

"Good morning, Schneider."

Facing this uninvited guest who entered without knocking, the man sitting on the chair leaned forward slightly and emerged from the shadows.

It was an old man with silver-white hair.

The crisp black suit highlights his tall figure, and a monocle full of academic atmosphere hangs on his right eye.

Time has left deep ravines on his face, but his silver-gray eyes are still shining.

Anyone who meets him must praise this elegant old British man.

No one can believe that he is already one hundred and thirty years old.

"The weather is nice today."

The old man poured a cup of tea gently and said in a gentle tone: "Would you like a cup? The West Lake Longjing tea picked from the imperial tea tree still carries the fragrance of the girl picking it."

"...You know, I prefer bitter coffee."

Schneider sat opposite the old man, his voice low and hoarse, like a broken bellows: "What's more, I came today because I have a doubt."

As he spoke, he took the teacup and took a sip.

The aroma is fresh and tender, the taste is fresh and sweet.

It's a pity that letting him drink it is a waste.

"You mean, the child named Jiang Shouyun?"

The old man put down the teapot, smiled slightly and said: "A good boy who has awakened his spirit of speech, but still lives a peaceful life without showing any violent tendencies."

An understatement made the final decision.

Obviously in his eyes, Deadpool doesn't count as life, killing him means killing him.

The more he killed, the more he admired the child.

"Norma could only find out what happened after he was eight years old."

Schneider took a deep look at the old man: "The orphanage where he lived exploded when he was six years old, and everything related to him disappeared coincidentally. Two years after his disappearance, he suddenly appeared at the local police station... …”

He didn't finish what he said, but the old man obviously understood.

"Schneider, Cassel College needs fresh blood. I am old and there will always be someone new to replace me."

The old man crossed his fingers and said softly: "We need geniuses, Somebody, such as the natural commander, Caesar Gattuso, and the child with the spirit of speech, Jun Yan."

As he spoke, he seemed to think of something and suddenly chuckled.

"And... the boy who can cut off Deadpool's head with absolute strength. He may become the leader of 'The One', a dragon slayer who is destined to make even the Dragon King fear him."

"As long as he is not a dragon in human skin, even if he is a monkey jumping out of the cracks in the rocks, it doesn't matter."

Schneider frowned and coughed violently.

The answer given by the old man was the same as what he had thought before coming.

As long as the boy is not a pure-blood dragon, it is a sharp blade that can be sharpened. They are the ones holding the knife, so how can they be afraid that the knife is too sharp?

"But the idea of ​​him becoming a specially appointed teacher is too fanciful."

Looking at the centenarian in front of him, who was known as the "Destined Dragon Slayer," Schneider said in a hoarse voice: "The orthodox side may not care about a child with a foreign surname, but the students and the school board will definitely..."

Don't wait for him to finish speaking.

The old man put down the tea cup in his hand and made a crisp sound, which also interrupted his next words.

"They'll understand, and you'll understand."

The old man looked into the distance, as if looking at the other side of the ocean: "If we are already hanging on the tiger's mouth, we will not be able to escape from the tiger's mouth by standing still."

"It's not that the child needs us, it's that we need his strength."