It's dark, but the city of New York is alive.

It's not because hard-working New Yorkers like to use their hands to achieve their dreams, but in this country of capital, there is no way to survive without rolling.

Although Gu Bei has always felt that he is the toilet paper in the trouser pocket of the washing machine, and the people around him will not be happy if he rolls him up, but if he can't roll it up, then he is still happy to see people use their "hard-working" hands to achieve their dreams.

The black "Gulfstream G550" emitted a deafening loud sound that tore through the clouds.

Designed for billions of businessmen, superstars or dignitaries, this ultra-long-range business jet can fly across the Pacific Ocean in a few hours of sleep, boarding in the dark of New York and waking up to the wee hours of the morning in Paris.

It is designed to be so quiet that VIPs don't even notice the engines are running when flying in the stratosphere, and the designers say it flies like a "giant blue whale swimming in the deep ocean".

But the Gulfstream was so noisy that in addition to the roar of the engines, passengers could hear the shrill whistling of wings tearing through the air.

Above is the brilliant Milky Way, below is the pitch-black sea, it is hidden in the black clouds, the clouds are like the sea, it is a tiger shark that is attacking at full speed towards food.

This Gulfstream was modified by the equipment department of the Kassel Academy and was nicknamed "Sleipnier".

That's right, it's the eight-legged odd species that Odin rides.

When it skimmed the sky, it always burned like a meteor.

The only drawback is that the noise is excessive, but in the eyes of the equipment department, extreme speed is the embodiment of exquisite craftsmanship, and comfort is dispensable.

Their job is to make dragon-slaying weapons, and the weapon craftsmen never think about comfort.

"Have you ever seen a tank with zoned air conditioning, heated cushions, and massage seats?"

The director of Akadulla is full of words.

For some reason, the headmaster of Kassel, Ange, admired this deformed design concept, and even designated the Sleipnir as the headmaster's plane.

However, it was not long before Angers rarely traveled with it.

As the principal's favorite, he is usually reluctant to use it, and only when he attends auctions around the world will Ange bring this treasure out of the hangar.

One is for the decency of the college.

The second is that after the auction, he has to return to the academy with some "forbidden items related to dragon civilization", and it is easier to pass through the security check if he is a private jet.

Other than that, Ange would rather be wronged to take a regular flight.

…… It's weird.

The above reasons are just superficial words, but the real reason......

One is because Gulfstream's large size is too ostentatious.

Secondly......

The men of the equipment department added a considerable amount of explosives to this behemoth.

That's enough for Ange to be unable to escape even after opening the Spirit of Words.

And the Gulfstream flies in the air, once it is wrecked, but it is a real place without heaven and earth, even if you are lucky enough to escape the explosion, I am afraid that you will fall into a pulp.

Director Abdullah's explanation for this is: "It will be the Kungunir that will end the Dragon King."

But Ange was worried about whether the thing would finish itself before it finished the Dragon King.

So the behemoth was thrown into the warehouse to eat ashes.

And now that it is reactivated, there is naturally something urgent.

Thinking of what Gu Bei said on the phone, "the big thing that can make the secret party shuffle", although Ange didn't believe it very much, he had to take it seriously.

It is better to believe that it is there than to believe that it is not.

Brightly lit megacities appear under the wings, and roads in all directions weave into a glittering cobweb.

That's New York, the largest city in the world.

LaGuardia Airport is the closest airport in New York to Queens, and although it is small, it is well-equipped and also handles private jet take-off and landing services.

As long as there is money.

And the last thing that Kassel lacks is the knife music that exudes the scent of ink.

The giant beast roared and landed, and the silver-haired old man walked out of the cabin and hugged Gu Bei, who had been waiting here for a long time.

A black custom suit, shiny Italian leather shoes, greased hair that can be used as a mirror, and a bright red rose on the chest.

If it weren't for this guy's silver hair, he would look like a complete Yin thief!

After the addition of silver hair, there is ...... Old Yin thief!

"If you're just trying to trick me into coming to New York on a private jet and then avoid the CC1000 train and let me take you back, congratulations."

Ange reached out and wanted to pat Gu Bei's shoulder, but Gu Bei twisted his body and slid Ange's hand to the side.

"Actually, I wasn't exaggerating on the phone, and maybe I was restrained."

Gu Bei spread out his hand: "The shuffle of the secret party is just a basic operation, if it is more serious, it is not impossible for the secret party to disintegrate because of this."

Ange looked serious: "You should know what you're talking about."

Gu Bei nodded.

A black Maserati stopped next to the two men, a prestigious car sold in the same store as Ferrari, with a slender canopy that curved like a shark leaping out of the water, and the anti-peep glass blocked the view inside.

It's definitely a toy.

It's a pity that it's an exclusive toy for the old Yin thief.

The door popped open, Ange should have sat in the driver's seat, Gu Bei sat in the co-pilot, and Nuno got into the back seat.

At this time, Ange noticed the red-haired girl who had been following Gu Bei.

Old things inevitably gossip once.

"I remember that the academy information said that you and the eldest lady of the Tokyo Snake Eight Family were not clear...... That's red-haired, too."

Gu Beifei gave Ange a roll of his eyes: "Nuonuo, like me, this year's freshman, another ......."

「…… If you investigate me any more, I'll kidnap Norma."

Nono nodded to Ange with some restraint,

The little witch who is not afraid of heaven and earth is also aware of current affairs, and when she meets this kind of character, pretending to be tough is purely looking for death, and the other side may not care about your performance, but the attitude must be in place.

Ange thought for a moment, "Oh, it's you, Motong Chen, Caesar's fiancée."

"It's my headmaster."

"You two are ......"

"Just a temporary partner."

The old guy was clearly good at enjoying life, Martha's stereo was playing a gentle aria, there was actually an ice wine in the slot where a Coke should have been inserted, the skylight above his head was open, and the light smoke of a cigar flew up.

Ange let out a slow breath of mist, "So, what happened?"

Gu Bei told the story again, from Ben Parker's anomaly to the New York serial murders, to Richard Parker's disappearance and his last message.

The old guy's expression gradually became solemn: "So you suspect that there is a problem within the secret party?"

Gu Bei shook his head: "Although it is difficult to identify it as a secret family based on the statement of 'family', I don't think that other half-blood families will have this degree of control over New York."

"Indeed."

Ange nodded, agreeing with Gu Bei's opinion.

"A New York mulatto family...... Is it Rockefeller?"

Gu Bei shook his head: "This is your internal matter, I won't get involved, but when you catch the murderer, I want to see him."

Ange had no opinion, and he didn't ask Gu Bei what he wanted to do.

Although the two belong to two camps and have different positions, their purpose is the same now.

Find out who is behind the scenes and dig out the mastermind "family".

Ange is out of a sense of responsibility to the secret party, no matter how bad these families are, the secret party is still something left by Menek, and Ange doesn't want to give up on them until he has to.

But everything has to be detoured for the dragon slay.

whereas

Gu Bei...... It's just that there are other plans.

When the conversation was over, the old guy bounced his cigarette butt out of the sunroof and held the steering wheel with one hand.

Gu Bei was stunned for a moment, his face changed, and then he hurriedly grabbed the handle above the side.

Nono: ?

Before Nono could react, the old guy slammed the accelerator to the end.

The dangerous shark roared and rushed out, ignoring the changing traffic lights, and plunged into the traffic, forcing several cars behind to brake suddenly, blocking the entire intersection.

"Hey!"

Nono didn't even have time to fasten her seat belt, so she could only cling to the armrest, and the "push-back feeling" that was admired by car magazines was a kind of torture at the moment, as if a huge force was pressing her to the seat.

Although Nono is also a madman, it is clear that her purity is not enough.

The Kassel Academy is the real madman.

If Natus is a strange concentration camp, then Kassel is a gathering place for madmen.

And Ange, the headmaster of Kassel, is the craziest one.

In comparison, Nono and Caesar are just racing at 100 kilometers per hour, and they are really good drivers who abide by the law!

Ange drank the ice wine in his glass with pleasure and continued to accelerate, it seemed that the old guy was driving fast cars.

Icewine?

Hey, isn't that right?

Icewine shouldn't be on this occasion, right? It's already 120 kilometers per hour, and the old guy driving is holding a goblet in his hand?

It's too exciting, right?

"Old fellow...... Drunk Driving ......"

Gu Bei froze: "...... It's going to have your driver's license revoked!"

"I know." Ange shrugged.

"But do you think they're going to renew a driver's license for a 130-year-old? I didn't have a driver's license when I learned to drive, and that was in 1899...... Well, yes, in 1899, and the car was a new toy that was invented in 1885, and there was no horse-drawn carriage that could run fast, no Ford, no universal use, no traffic rules!"

"Headmaster, you...... Driving without a license for more than 100 years?"

Nuo Nuo's heart was about to jump out of his throat, the moment he was in the wrong car just now, he thought he must have crashed, the gap was only a little bit, as if two Japanese samurai were fighting against each other, and the fast knives flashed in the air.

"I'm still young, and I still want to live a good life!"

"yes," Ange smiled, "you're still young, but I'm running out of time, huh...... I don't even know how much time I have left......

"Hey, Made! Can you stop speeding up when you change the subject?"

"I didn't change the subject, I mean...... As an old man who is on the verge of death, and likes to drive fast, what else can't he do?"

Ange shifted the gear to the damn "Supersport" mode and let out a cheer that would make the hormones of a teenage girl accelerate.

「NTMD！」

Gu Bei's voice was pulled farther and farther away by Maserati, and finally diffused on the street.

In the high-rise buildings along the road, the room is surrounded by huge one-way floor-to-ceiling windows, making it feel as if you are standing above the clouds.

New York is a city full of high-rise buildings, but there are really few landmarks like this.

Although it is not as tall as the World Trade Tower, the tallest in the Western Hemisphere, it is also one of the largest in New York.

In the empty room, you can see the majestic boundless sea of clouds when you raise your eyes, which is spectacular.

The middle-aged man sits in a comfortable leather boss chair, giving people a huge sense of oppression between his gestures.

Two men in suits stood on the other side of the desk, waiting for the middle-aged man to give orders.

The middle-aged man shook the goblet in his hand.

"Ange has arrived in New York."

The middle-aged man said lightly, "I know how many catties and taels you have, not to mention the two of you, even if it is our people combined, it may not be his opponent."

The heads of the two men were lowered, and one of them said, "If you tell us, we will die......

The middle-aged man cut off his words: "There's no need, after all, it's the one who single-handedly overthrew the Eight Snake Families, although I don't want to admit it, but we are still a little far from the Eight Snake Families who are second only to the Celestial Empire Family."

"So you don't have to die."

The other of the two men said, "Then what are we going to do? It's been almost a decade, should we give it up now?"

As he spoke, a shining golden light shot out from under his sunglasses.

The middle-aged man frowned, his eyes were also golden, and his divine power was like a prison, and he couldn't stand up even under the pressure of his two men.

"Don't be impulsive."

The middle-aged man put away his golden pupils and said slowly: "This matter can't be done in a short period of time, so there is no need to rush, as long as we avoid Ange's investigation this time, we can always restart the plan."

"But how are we going to get there? Ange doesn't know what clues he has, in case he ......."

The irascible subordinate wanted to say more, but was stopped by the man raising his hand.

The middle-aged man sipped the red wine in his glass lightly and said lightly: "This is the time when the Rockefeller family comes in handy."

"Didn't we take the initiative to withdraw from the scramble for New York just for today?"

The more stable subordinate nodded: "The subordinates understand."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, "Go ahead and do it."

The two turned to leave, but the man said, "Wait."

The two turned around.

The man turned his chair to face the two of them, his goblet clanging against the tabletop.

"Odin's two crows, and the bait thrown out, are there any new movements?"

The calm subordinate shook his head: "Fujin and Wuni disappeared two days ago, and they have not been found so far, as for the bait......

"Looks like Gunny said something to him, and he seems to have guessed his identity."

"However, the Executive Board should not have received any news yet, and there are three freshmen among the commissioners of this mission, one is a sophomore, and one is a waste who has been repeating a grade for seven years."

The middle-aged man nodded, "Be careful, these people are not simple, otherwise they wouldn't have thought of notifying Ange."

The two men nodded in unison, "Yes."