Mold Country, Chicago, Chicago Railway Station

A gray-yellow off-road jeep drove into the Chicago train station like a wild horse, and the passengers fled in panic.

It wasn't a peaceful year, and who knows which terrorist group orchestrated the car bomb attack, otherwise how could an off-road jeep drive into a Chicago train station? Of course, there are also observant people who have noticed that the gate at the entrance to the Chicago train station today seems to have been temporarily removed, apparently in advance with the Chicago Railroad Board.

The door of the jeep off-road was opened, and an old man in a black suit and a white Florentine shirt got out of the car, his shiny leather shoes fell to the ground, and the old man squinted and waved to the passengers who were still a little flustered, looking very kind.

Just when everyone was wondering what was going on, a shrill whistle sounded.

A ticket gate, which had never been opened, suddenly opened, and a ticket inspector in a dark green uniform walked up to the SUV.

Everyone looked over there in surprise, and the ticket inspector bent slightly to the old man to show respect, but from the frowning brow, it could be seen that he was still a little annoyed that the old man was so arrogant and rushed straight into the Chicago train station.

Even if you are the leader of the local mixed-race community in Chicago, you should not be presumptuous on the territory of the Kassel Academy.

"I'm curious as to why you're insisting on taking the train to the academy instead of taking the helicopter like everyone else does, knowing you're causing me a lot of trouble."

Henkel glanced at the train on the track, which was shaped like a bullet with a silver World Tree pattern, and laughed: "It's in a city, and it's not far away, why take a helicopter." ”

The green eyes of the ticket inspector flashed, Henkel meant that no matter how powerful the secret party is, don't forget that they are the mixed race community in Chicago, they are the snakes of the land, and the Kassel Academy is in Chicago, so what if he is presumptuous.

Henkel is confident, and he has the capital to be confident.

He knew that the Secret Orders were in dire need of outside support right now, especially when they had lost their dragon slayer blade when they had discovered the traces of the Lord of the Sea and Water, and he was the most suitable external helper.

Mixed-race communities around the world range from large to small, most of them are made up of a dozen or so long-established families, but they also absorb good new members. These families are all well-known families in Europe and the United States, most of them have royal families, nobles, bankers or maritime pioneers, etc., and have accumulated huge wealth, which is typical of the so-called "old money". They are not behind the secret party in terms of momentum, and they have passed in terms of wealth accumulation, but they do not have a strong obsession with dragon slaying, and the most important thing for them is family reproduction, hiding in human society to live a good life.

Henkel's Chicago mulattos are just one of the largest, with great wealth and no shortage of real power.

The ticket inspector clenched his fist, but the next moment it loosened, and with a smile on his face, he helped Henkel park his off-road jeep in the cargo compartment of the CC1100 express train.

The smile on Henkel's face is getting brighter, and it's a good start.

Although it is only the dare of the ticket inspector to be angry and dare not speak, he can see the big from the small, which shows that the secret party is indeed in real difficulty at this time, otherwise a small ticket inspector in time will not blindly tolerate it.

However, the moment the train doors opened, the smile on Henkel's face disappeared.

Because the person who greeted him on behalf of the secret party was the last person he wanted to see in this life.

The man in front of Henkel saw Henkel's gradually frozen expression, but a smile appeared on his tombstone-like face, and he kicked out, and Henkel instantly flew upside down, knocking over several rows of seats in the waiting room.

Just when someone wanted to call the police to say that someone had wantonly beaten the old man, the figure on the train walked down.

For it was an old man who looked older than Henkel, his face was as pale as lime, his skin was wrinkled, and he looked to be at least a hundred years old.

Several people who called the police hesitated, thinking about how to tell the police that an old man was beaten by another, even older. I'm afraid the police will take them for a psychopath. However, Henkel solved this problem for them, he patted the dust on his body, picked up the cowboy hat that had just fallen off and put it on his head, slowly stood up, and told the onlookers that it was just a greeting between old friends, and then followed the old man in front of him to the train solemnly.

In the luxurious carriage, the two sat facing each other, and Henkel seemed to be calm, but in fact he was already a little panicked.

This was the person he feared the most in the secret party.

"Dragonbloodthirsty" Beowulf!

The psychological shadow that Beowulf has brought to these mixed-race communities in Europe and the United States is too great, and even Ange is slightly inferior to Beowulf.

Before the disbandment of the Secret Party Action Team, Beowulf, as a radical among the radical factions of the Secret Party, would bring the secret Party Action Team to greet those who opposed the Secret Party and the community on the same day.

The secret party action team came to the door, saying that the chickens and dogs were not left behind, and they were praising them for their kindness.

Regardless of whether they are men and women, young and old, whether they are of mixed race or not, once the secret party task force attacks, then everyone at the target location of the mission will die, even if the mission site is just a stray dog by mistake, they are not allowed to leave there alive.

Beowulf suppressed all the mixed-race communities in Europe for decades, and for decades everyone sat on pins and needles, even if they were dissatisfied with the secret party, they did not dare to openly oppose the secret party, for fear that they would be cut off by the secret party action team led by Beowulf in their dreams.

In contrast, Ange, who took over as the leader of Beowulf's radical faction, appeared to be benevolent, at least he would not cause a tragedy at every turn because of conflicting interests. You can even negotiate terms and even joke with Angers when he comes to negotiate, and he will never get angry and will not move.

Provided, of course, that you don't touch his bottom line.

This is also the reason why Henkel dared to use the Spirit of Words to attack Ange in Texas in 1899 when he was turning around, and he would not dare to have any idea of doing anything if he were replaced by Beowulf.

Beowulf sneered, not in the slightest intention of talking to Henkel.

In fact, he didn't really dislike Henkel, on the contrary, in his heart, he had the same evaluation of Henkel as Angers, and even before the academy successfully killed so many of the first generations, he had a higher opinion of Henkel than Angers.

Grain moths

In the past, Beowulf and Ange had a quarrel because of the opening of the academy, so even if Beowulf's "seniority" or status in the secret party was still above Ange, Ange did not have expectations and respect for Beowulf. Therefore, Beowulf once had a rather bad attitude towards Angers, even a little condescending and contemptuous.

But Henkel is different, although he is not a member of the secret party, he is the absolute leader of the mixed race community in Chicago, and even those who want to challenge him have nothing to do with him, but hope that he will die of old age soon. And despite coming from a half-breed community of merchants, he's a true warrior himself, just like the members of the Secret Party.

Instead of being in the same league as the people around him, Beowulf respects people like Henkel even more.

Respect is respect, and when it comes to the interests of the secret party, Beowulf will never be influenced by personal likes and dislikes.

Ten minutes later, the train arrived at the Kassel Academy.

When the ticket inspector was about to have the gray-yellow off-road jeep out of the cargo hold, Henkel stopped him, and the corners of the ticket inspector's mouth were slightly hooked, and he couldn't help but laugh when he looked at Henkel, who was obviously convinced.

Henkel was not blind, and naturally noticed the look on the ticket inspector's face, but the moment he saw Beowulf, he gave up the idea of racing into the Valhalla Chamber in the Kaserge Academy, and had to walk honestly with Beowulf.

When Henkel opened the door of the Valhalla Chamber, he saw the elders of the mixed-race community of Chicago who had been waiting there for a long time, as well as the elders of the secret party who were sitting full, especially the man sitting in the middle, his former friend, his current rival, the president of Kassel Academy, and now the leader of the radical faction of the secret party - Angers!

When Angers saw Henkel, he immediately stood up to greet him, shook Henkel's hand, and looked excited.

"It's worthy of you, at this time when the survival of mankind is in danger, only you are willing to generously lend your power to the secret party and help the secret party slay the dragon."

It may seem like a meeting of the leaders of a friendly half-race organization, with support from all sides in times of need, but Henkel is clearly not the kind of person who is really selfless.

Over the years, the Chicago half-race community has had its share of cooperation and conflict with the Secret Party, and Ange trusts that Henkel will not hesitate to contribute to the catastrophe that beheads humanity, provided that it provides enough loot to satisfy their appetites.

If the Secret Party is a group of warriors, then Henkel's gang is a group of businessmen with dragon blood. Maybe Henkel can really be selfless for the first time, but the half-breed families behind him will never agree. They need to increase their power through those loot for future wars.

And those loot are not money and land, but keels and philosopher's stones.

Everyone knows the day when the dragons will disappear completely from history...... It was the day the Half-Blood War began. Maybe even before the last of the Four Great Monarch twins turn into a dragon bone cross, the half-bloods will go to war for their own power.

The so-called dragon bloodline is the strongest and supreme gene in the history of biological evolution, and its nature is to fight to the death, and the strong survive, even among the same race, so as to sharpen the gene from generation to generation. Although the half-breeds are unwilling to admit that they are descendants of the dragon race, they are not exactly the same as the dragon in this regard, but with the blood of the dragon race, they are exactly the same as the dragon race?

After some pleasantries, the two sides sat in their respective seats, and Ange, as the negotiator of the secret party, officially formed the confrontation.

Ange glanced at the well-dressed elders of the mixed-race community in Chicago, although they were veterans, they were all young people, except for Henkel, the oldest was not more than fifty years old, and it was not too much to say that it was a yellow-haired child in front of Ange and others.

"How many of you can represent the family?"

"People who can't represent the family will not be allowed to attend this meeting, and here are all outstanding young people from various families, just like the beautiful Miss Elisabeth Laurent." Henkel smiled at the black gauze girl beside Ange, "We have spent a lot of manpower and material resources to cultivate them, and they are our pride. ”

"Pride?"

Ange sneered, and his red golden pupils were ignited, and everyone he glanced at couldn't help but feel tightness in their chests, and several young people even showed frightened expressions and trembled with fear.

"This garbage is also worthy of being compared to my little Laurent?"

These young people, who have been called the pride of the family and the elite of the world since childhood, were naturally extremely indignant at Ange's behavior of calling them rubbish, and one of them stood up with a gloomy face against Ange's golden eyes, but before he could say anything, he was pressed back by Henkel.

"Ange, not everyone is like you, some of the old guys of your generation are dead, some are lying in hospital beds, with oxygen tubes in their throats. Strong bloodlines are really tragic for them at such times, cancer, cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, myocardial infarction, inflammation and other diseases that can easily kill human beings, so they will not die suddenly, but their internal organs will slowly fail, and eventually die because of exhaustion of life. Henkel sighed, stretched out his palm with age spots, and gestured to Angers, "You see, even I'm old. But you are as vigorous and swift as the young people, which is really enviable, and maybe in the future you will still be able to attract beautiful little girls in the bar alive when all the old people of the secret party are dead. ”

Henkel's words seem to be encouraging others to destroy his own prestige, but this old fox is actually driving a wedge between Ange and the elders of the secret party.

What he meant was to say: Look, although this old thing is much older than you, he is still so alive, aren't you afraid that after defeating the dragon clan, Ange will completely step on your head and? Maybe you people think that Ange is too old to be killed by you sooner or later, but are you sure that he died before you first?

For example, a certain mound tiger who survived three generations of grandchildren?

This kind of sowing discord is absolutely unprecedented, especially for the elders of the secret party who are still "young" but also have great ambitions. And there are not a few such people, such as Frost Gattuso.

But alas, as a former friend of Henkel, now an old enemy, there is no one in the world who knows Henkel better than Angers, and Angers has long been on guard against him, and before the negotiations began, he made it clear at the internal meeting of the secret party that he had no interest in the power struggle. As long as the dragon clan is completely eliminated, he will give up all his power and position, build a small cabin on the location of the Kassel manor, and watch the tombstones of his old friends every day.

It was also because of this guarantee that Beowulf was willing to be sent by Angers to the Chicago train station to suppress Henkel's spirit.

However, there is also a premise for Ange to lay down his power and position, and that is that no one tries to become a new dragon...... All dragons, whether born or pretentious, are his enemies, and he will kill them at all costs.

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PS: The secret party has lost the protagonist and Xia Mi's combat power is too weak, and it feels a bit too bad not to add something...... By the way, it also paves the way for the follow-up plot.

PPS: In addition, I will offer 9,000 words today, or I can barely call it Riwan, and I think I can try Riwan again tomorrow.