At the end of the nineteenth century, the Secret Party gave birth to Menek Kassel.

An outstanding leader, one of the strongest dragon slayers ever, his strength has brought back all forces and led the Secret Party to a new glorious era.

After the Xia Zhi mourning incident, many mixed-race forces had just ended their celebrations and were preparing to welcome the new era of the fall of the Secret Party. A new star named "Hilbert Jean-Angers" rose again, laying the glory of the Secret Party again.

After that, no outstanding junior was born to the Secret Party who was comparable to two predecessors.

Many leaders of mixed-race forces discussed in private. In the Eastern terms, Menek and Angers used up all the energy of the secret party. As long as Angers waited for a hundred years, the secret party fell from the altar. At that time, they would be able to replace them. They would have been dormant for decades only to turn into dragons in the future...

But no one expected that this would last for hundreds of years.

Some leaders failed to wait for Angers' death, but instead endured themselves to death...

Some people now rely on various medical instruments to hang their lives, just to fight for a breath and achieve the achievement of dying later than Angers, so that they can laugh so much.

How many mixed-race forces have changed generations of leaders for various reasons, but only Angers has stood firm and always stood at the forefront.

And now...

This old man finally heard the news of his death!

Once this news came out, the mixed-race forces in the world were in full swing. Except for the mixed-race people in North America, all the mixed-race forces with names sent people to Egypt to verify the news.

It has nothing else to do, it is purely out of humanitarian concern for old seniors/old friends!

It was also on this day that after initially verifying the authenticity of the news, many leaders who were lying on the bed with medical equipment opened their eyes.

Under the tears of the young man, they finally handed over the highest power of the organization. After expressing their sincere expectations for them, they turned their heads and trembled and stretched out their hand as thin as chicken feet, with a smile on their eyes, and raised their middle fingers outside the window to show their respect for someone.

It is hard to say that this respect was not conveyed. Anyway, the young people were very excited. After taking over the symbol of power, they were so excited that they could not control themselves. They were filial and enthusiastically hugged the old seniors on the hospital bed. The old seniors were old and weak, and they really couldn't bear this enthusiasm. They passed away one by one, and smiled in the sky.

So, in an instant, many mixed-race forces ushered in a change of dynasty on this day.

As the buds of the mixed-race world, the energetic young people are ready to do a big fight to show the world their existence.

But it is obvious that things in this world always fail to fulfill their wishes. If there is really God, then God is obviously not a human being and never does human affairs!

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"How many are you this?"

With a gurgle, the man swallowed and asked quietly.

"That's the first... seventeenth one?" the woman next to her said in uncertainty, holding a telescope.

"Did you count the time? Or five minutes?" the man said blankly, "Aren't I invincible this time the Evening Bell Council known as the first-class one?"

The woman said with a confident face: "It must be bragging, bragging without spending money. Aren't we also known as the first-class end, second only to the Secret Party and North American mixed races?"

"Aren't we?" the man surprised. "I always thought we were only under the mixed race of the Secret Party and North American."

The woman looked at her and said contemptuously: "Which first-class force do you see will allow other people's branches to be opened at their own headquarters?"

"Uh..." the man wiped his sweat and said dryly, "Didn't the boss say that we are allies with the Secret Party? Brothers should help each other and rely on each other."

The woman hummed, "You listen to him talking nonsense. What alliance relationship is clearly a relationship between supervision and being supervised, but we are supervised!"

The man was shocked: "Really, fake? No wonder I always feel that the brother next door looks at me like a prisoner."

"It's not that exaggerating, but most of the mixed-race forces are under the supervision of the Secret Party. Generally speaking, they don't care about you. You'll be with you. If you tend to get out of control, you will issue an execution order without mercy." The woman sighed, and then looked forward to her eyes: "I heard that the commissioner of the Kassel Executive Department can travel with public funds every year. If you tend to get out of control, you won't be executed, but will be sent to a monastery on an island."

"Travel with public funds..." The man also looked forward to it, then looked left and right, and whispered, "Sister Ling, do you think we have the possibility of abandoning the darkness and turning to the light?"

Sister Ling rolled her eyes and said bluntly: "Do you think I have never defected to the next door out of my love for the organization?"

"Well……"

"The Kassel Executive Department rarely recruits new people who have been recruiting halfway. Behind them is Kassel Academy, an independent talent training system that continuously supplies talents to the Execution Department. Even those who have joined halfway are temporary workers and cannon fodder." Sister Ling pointed below, "Here, this person is Kassel Academy. She debuted in the auction house last year and became famous in one shot. Then she killed the King of Earth and Mountains in the same year. If it weren't for not seeing the bones and there was no conclusive evidence, she would have been a god long ago."

The man said astonished: "Sister Ling, Mr. Lu, did he really kill the king of the earth and the mountains?"

Sister Ling curled her lips and said, "It's hard to say whether it's true or not. After all, I didn't see the Dragon Bone Cross. However, with his record in the past few days, I will definitely be covered with blood and lightning all the way."

Say it, she went to the telescope and took a look.

The man who had spent five minutes walking out of a secret base was squatting in front of a roadside stall where roasted pigeons were directing the boss to sprinkle more seasonings.

Sister Ling's eyes were complicated. The evening bell meeting, which was affiliated to the secret base just now, was one of the many organizations that took action against the secret party not long ago, and the blood of the executive department was stained with.

In the past two days, this S-level road specialist has proved with his actions that all those who are contaminated with the blood of the Kassel Executive Officer have paid ten times the price without exception.

So far, nine of the squads sent by seventeen organizations to Egypt have ended up with no life, and without exception, they are all those with blood stained with hands.

The strength and iron-blooded skills of this Lu Commissioner reminded the period when Angers first took over the secret party.

The same kind of revenge will be revenged, and the same cold-blooded and ruthless, without any hesitation, in just three days, the mixed-race world seemed to have seen another Angers born, even more than that.

Angers' power was based on the extreme development of [Time Zero]. He developed this spirit to an unprecedented level. Even a high-risk spirit with a rank far higher than [Time Zero] was difficult to display in front of him.

And the new S-level...

Until now, no one has figured out what kind of Yan Ling he is in. The elite troops sent by more than a dozen organizations have not even tempted his Yan Ling.

"Sister Ling, have you heard that? It seems that someone above is not convinced and wants to send someone to teach this S-level class a lesson." The man whispered.

Sister Ling looked away from the telescope and said seriously: "Remember, we are very convinced. If the boss wants to say something he doesn't agree, let him hold it in. If it doesn't work, let him bring someone to him."

The man enviously said: "Sister Ling, I dare not tell the boss about this. You should go, you have a good relationship with the boss."

Sister Ling rolled her eyes and asked, "Is there any specific news coming?"

"Well, the nine organizations that were cleaned have sent people, and the rest of the companies that have suffered little losses have chosen to watch the wall. The boss asks you for your opinion."

"My opinion was expressed very clearly just now." Sister Ling suddenly asked, "Is there anything wrong with Kassel? The boss didn't go to the next door to get a condom?"

"I'll check if there is any written on the email..." The man opened his laptop, flipped through it for a long time, and looked up, "The email said he went there last night, but according to the branch brothers, their headquarters has been solving the problems related to the dragon tribe that have exploded around the world, and there is no arrangement for Egypt."

"Don't hold on? How confident are they in this person? No matter how strong they are, they can't fight hundreds of people alone, right?" Sister Ling murmured.

She suddenly sniffed her nose, and a smell similar to chili noodles was a bit pungent.

"It smells so good, Sister Ling, this is..." The man next to him turned around following the fragrance, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Sister Ling obviously realized something, her body stiffened and she didn't turn around, and she silently said that she couldn't see me or me... Then she slowly moved her steps to the side, trying to get through the test.

It's obviously a bloody smell, what's the fragrance...

A pigeon's wings were handed to the front from behind.

Sister Ling looked confused, should she take it or not?

It would be outrageous if you don’t take it! You actually reject the good intentions of the elder!

But if you take it... it's outrageous! If you dare to take the old man's wings today, you won't dare to think about it tomorrow!

In the end, Sister Ling took off the wings of the pigeon. She thought to herself, today I am gambling that the road specialist is a good person!

It's really strange. She has a strange problem with saying what she said in her heart recently. She accidentally said the above words and was about to go back to see a doctor.

Lu Mingfei squatted down, licked his fingers that were roasted pigeon-smelling, and leaned in front of the man's notebook, and said curiously: "When will they arrive?"

The man slowly squeezed out a smile and turned the computer screen to Lu Mingfei.

Sister Ling turned around, laughing even worse than crying, "Lu Specialist, this matter has nothing to do with us, we are just passing by."

"The seventeenth time passing by?"

Lu Mingfei made her speechless with a casual word.

Lu Mingfei pulled the email to the end, touched his chin, and asked, "Send me a message to your boss and ask me when the reinforcements will arrive. Don't pick the early morning. This jet lag makes me feel uncomfortable."

The man looked at Sister Ling for help. Sister Ling glared at him and nodded fiercely.

The sound of typing the keyboard sounded. When the man contacted his boss, Lu Mingfei asked Sister Ling: "Which organization do you belong to?"

"...Iron Blood Brotherhood." Sister Ling smiled awkwardly and politely.

This answer made Lu Mingfei silent, and the scene was a little cold for a moment. He tinkered with his phone and looked up and said in surprise: "You really are there! They are actually brothers in the Polish branch! I thought you were fooling me."

At this moment, Sister Ling also took a breath. It was because the name of this brother organization was not a bastard?!

"Well, since it's a brother organization, it's fine." Lu Mingfei kindly persuaded, "When the information arrives later, you can pack up your things and evacuate them quickly, so as not to be embarrassed if you accidentally get hurt."

Sister Ling hesitated for a while, wondering if the name of the brother organization had fostered courage, and asked in a low voice: "Teacher Lu, are you going to fight alone?"

Lu Mingfei did not deny: "The headquarters has been in short supply recently, so there will be no support."

"That's at least hundreds of mixed races, you're alone..."

"No matter how many lambs there are, they are just lambs, and they cannot become wolves."

"...Lu Specialist, if I remember correctly, were you an ordinary Chinese high school student before joining Kassel? Did Kassel's training give you a complete transformation, or did the dragon blood awakening change many of your ideas?"

Sister Ling asked hesitantly.

Not only her, but many people want to know this question. Lu Mingfei, who has been an ordinary high school student for eighteen years, has ushered in a transformation after a year of ordinary college life. It is not only in terms of combat power, but also in terms of spirituality. The cold blood and strength he has shown in the past few days have made some people feel afraid. This is not the mentality that an ordinary person who has been ordinary for eighteen years should have. It is like Angers who returned from hell back then.

"I have inherited the fine traditions of our school." Lu Mingfei grinned.

"What is it?" Sister Ling asked subconsciously.

"Back from hell." Lu Mingfei shrugged.
To be continued...