Chapter 398: Target, Capital! Now! As Fast as Possible!
I really shouldn't have let those lunatics in the Equipment Department modify my private plane!
Ten thousand meters in the sky, the black Gulfstream G550 "Sleipnir" tore through the clouds, making a deafening roar.
Ange regretted for the umpteenth time why he had been so crazy as to hand over the principal's private plane to the equipment department.
The Gulfstream G550, an ultra-long-range business jet, was originally designed for business tycoons, political leaders and top stars. It focuses on quietness and comfort. The designer said it flies like a giant blue whale swimming in the deep sea.
But all the neurotic people in the equipment department are explosion enthusiasts. Rather than swimming in the blue whale in the sea, they want to see Sleipnir, the eight-legged Pegasus, the mount of Odin, the main god in Norse mythology. Legend has it that it walks in the air, like a meteor across the sky, and falls to the earth in flames. It is the ultimate romance in the hearts of these explosion enthusiasts.
To this end, they abandoned unnecessary comfort, squeezed the engine to the limit, and forced the speed to the extreme, which was nearly twice as fast as the leisurely Blue Whale.
The speed is nearly twice that of the original model, and naturally the noise level is also seriously exceeded.
But it's just noise, which can be completely ignored in the face of extreme speed. They even want to install some high-yield bombs on the plane.
In the eyes of this group of crazy designers, Ange is the great leader of the secret party. He would definitely not mind flying a plane loaded with bombs into the enemy like Captain America, leaving a superhero-like farewell.
They can also appreciate the burning arc of the fireball across the sky and the shocking explosion, completing the ultimate pursuit of art.
Unfortunately, Ange cared about it, very much. After all, the principal's life was also a matter of life.
In the end, the madman in the equipment department had to succumb to the principal's tyranny, dismantled Sleipnir's self-destruct device, and only symbolically mounted two Sidewinder missiles in the fuselage.
It is for this reason that Ange put Sleipnir aside. Apart from attending auctions and important missions around the world, he basically never uses this big baby. He would rather sit in the ordinary luxury class of an ordinary flight.
However, this time the incident happened suddenly, his teammates tried every means to hold him back, and Elizabeth Laurent suddenly attacked the Society of Solomon's Temple, so he hurriedly took Sleipnir to Italy.
The annual meeting of the Kassel College board of trustees was becoming less and less interesting each year, and this time it was all just bullshit, a repetition of attacks and schemes against him.
I can only say that it is really difficult to accomplish the task of slaying the dragon when you are with this group of insects.
Ange turned his head and looked out the porthole. The frozen wasteland of Siberia stretched out under the clouds, like a huge and rough gray canvas.
After the farcical annual meeting, he had dinner with Elizabeth Laurent.
During this time, Elizabeth told him the reason why the Laurent family joined forces with the Westminster banking circle to kick out the Solomon's Temple.
From receiving the package of his deceased father's body, to finding out the source of the traces on his body, and finally tracing back to the real culprit, he told Ange everything in detail.
Ange's face darkened when he heard this. In the past, the Solomon's Temple was still secretive, but in recent years, their ambition to become the new dragon clan has been almost written on their faces.
Due to many reasons that are inconvenient to disclose, the secret party did not formally break off relations with them, but they did not expect that they would have the courage to plot against the board members of Kassel College.
Although he didn't mention it at the meeting, Ange had already made arrangements after the farce ended. He asked Cheng Shuangfan to continue to detain Zhao Xuzhen and his group, and then asked the old immortals of Kassel Academy to formulate a comprehensive plan against the Temple of Solomon, and at the same time sent a senior commissioner to protect Elizabeth.
This is no longer a minor friction. If the Temple of Solomon does not give an explanation, they will have to bear the wrath of the secret party.
In the past, Ange chose to ignore the secret actions of the half-blood society because he was determined to slay the dragon and did not want to cause trouble.
But now, things have changed.
The strongest dragon-slaying weapon has awakened, and he can finally free up his hands to clean up the bugs hiding in the shadows.
This is not only for revenge, but also to clear obstacles for those who come later.
He knew better than anyone that once the dragon race declined, those ambitious half-bloods would transform into new dragons. They would be more cunning, more greedy, and more difficult to eradicate than pure-blooded dragons.
Ange never doubted this.
He didn't care before, but he was determined to kill all the dragons and send them to hell with his vengeful soul flame.
And when that day comes, he will most likely no longer be around.
At that time, no matter who will take over his position in the future, they will have to face the "new dragon clan" that is more cunning and difficult to deal with than pure-blooded dragons.
Ange is already very old. He has exhausted everything just to slay the dragon and really has no more energy to suppress future enemies.
Fortunately, Lu Mingfei appeared out of nowhere and displayed his unparalleled dominance in suppressing all dragons in the world, freeing up the old lion who was full of revenge.
Now, he can finally turn around and clean up the lice that he was forced to let run around in his blind spot.
Although the Solomon's Temple Society has provoked Lu Mingfei, no one can predict what Lu Mingfei will do next. It is unknown when he will suddenly feel like visiting the Solomon's Temple Society headquarters for an outing.
It just so happened that the attention of all the hybrids in the world was attracted by the revived dragon in the capital, and he could take this opportunity to deal a blow to the Temple of Solomon.
But Ange knew that the Solomon's Temple was no ordinary organization. The "Dragon Knights" they called themselves weren't just job titles; they actually raised pure-blooded dragons.
The cost of a head-on fight is too high, so we must act covertly and deliver a fatal blow.
Enter the village quietly and don't shoot with a gun.
It's true that he is the strongest assassin in the world, but it's a bit difficult for him to teach those old monsters of Solomon's Temple a lesson they will never forget by himself.
It just so happens that there is a former world's strongest half-blood in Japan who just eats and waits for death.
Yesterday, Uesugi Yue's medical records were discovered by Gen Chisheng. Everyone then realized that the seemingly invincible former Emperor of the Snake Eight Clans had already reached the end of his life. Although this little bit of oil seemed to be able to burn for a long time, no one knew which would come first, the accident or the end of his life.
Given Uesugi Yue's physical condition, anyone else would have died long ago. He was only kept alive by the imperial blood. Existing medical science can't provide any use for him except for anatomical section research, so Gen Chisheng and the others are helpless.
Gen Chisheng once asked Ange whether Kassel Academy had any way to save Uesugi Yue, and the answer he got was that there was no way, just wait for death.
Ange majored in medicine at Cambridge, but changed his career because he couldn't slay dragons with his medical skills. Naturally, he knew how serious Uesugi Yue's situation was.
Of course, there's still hope. Solomon's Temple has spent centuries studying the mysteries of dragon blood, artificially cultivating super-hybrids as powerful as dragons. Their medical expertise is unfathomable, and perhaps they possess a life-extending technique.
Although Uesugi Yue was willing to die at sea, Ange knew that he was afraid of death.
As long as there is a glimmer of hope, this old man will never refuse. This can be seen from his secret physical examinations every year. He still wants to live.
Especially since he still has children alive now, and they have all found their partners, and there's no telling when grandchildren will be born, he's even more reluctant to die.
After all, he was an old friend whom he had known for almost a century, and there were fewer and fewer people in Angers who could be considered old friends.
To this end, after finishing dinner, he took a short rest to wait for the plane to refuel, agreed with Elizabeth to come back for her father's funeral, and then hurried to Japan.
He had seen photos of George Laurent's body. It was badly damaged. Although it had received simple treatment and was kept in a freezer, it could not remain unburied.
He had to give an explanation to Elizabeth and her father before that.
Thinking of this, he flew from night to day, rushing to Japan as quickly as possible to recruit people.
However, just as he was holding the wine glass, looking sideways at the Siberian permafrost below, his eyes searching for something, the cell phone on the table suddenly rang.
He withdrew his searching gaze, picked up the phone, and found it was Chu Zihang.
Ange was a little surprised. He gave out his contact information and never expected Chu Zihang to call him.
After all, there are too many secrets about Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang would never contact him unless it is necessary.
But it's only been a few days.
Could it be that they found Fenrir hiding in the capital?
A hint of anticipation appeared on his old face. Angé answered the phone, and before he could even say hello, he heard the icy young man on the other end get straight to the point:
"Principal, Lu Mingfei has found Friedrich von Long."
This simple sentence directly controlled Ange. He froze in place, and a strong sense of solemnity and tyranny suddenly emerged from his body, like a lion that was awakened from the painful memories of the past.
Time seemed to stop suddenly at this moment, and then began to flow backwards with a hundred times more madness.
The luxurious decorations in the cabin faded and disappeared, replaced by the raging fire of Cassel Manor a hundred years ago, the roars and wails of his dying companions, the shattered body of Meneck Cassel, and the corpse of the companion who died with Deadpool...
And that shameless figure who quietly disappeared in chaos and betrayal for a hundred years, Friedrich von Roon!
"Are you sure it's him?" Ange controlled his voice, but it still inevitably became a little hoarse.
"Yes, he uses the alias Lin Fenglong and has been doing antique business in Beijing for many years." Chu Zihang relayed the story truthfully. "Lu Mingfei asked if you want to come and pick it up in person or if he wants to pack it and send it to you."
"Haha...haha...such a big surprise, I must be there in person."
A low laugh rolled out of Ange's throat, not joy, but some kind of extremely cold and almost shattering madness.
The wine glass in his hand groaned under the weight, and tiny cracks spread instantly.
Friedrich von Loon!
This name is the longest and deepest thorn entangled in his long road of revenge.
For a century, he disappeared like a ghost without a trace. Angers searched almost all over Europe and even the world, but failed to dig him out.
It turned out that he was hiding in the capital, hiding in the place where he had chosen to betray the secret party, the Lionheart Society, his teacher and companions.
After ending the call, Ange put down the broken wine glass and stood up. His eyes, which usually always showed gentlemanly teasing or deep wisdom, now burned with a fiery light like molten gold.
"Change course!" He connected the communication in the cockpit and issued an absolute command that could not be questioned: "Target, the capital! Now! As fast as possible!"
The ace test pilot of the US Air Force, now the pilot of the Sleipnir, was horrified when he heard this:
"Principal, are you kidding me? You're entering another country's airspace without declaration or permission, especially the capital's important territory. Are you trying to challenge the capital's air defense system?"
His voice was three parts disbelief, three parts unbelievable, and four parts "If you want to die, don't drag me into this."
He didn't know what had happened in that place that made the principal change the route at the risk of serious diplomatic or even military conflict with a major power.
"Principal, calm down. If you are really locked by their air defense system, you can jump out of the plane to escape. I don't have a parachute!" the pilot shouted.
He was expelled from the Air Force because of his aggressive driving, which caused the crash of the first prototype of the F-22 worth $1.2 billion. He came to be Ange's personal pilot. Because he was worried that he would make trouble again and crash Sleibnier, Ange specially cancelled the pilot's parachute.
If something really happens, everyone else can survive, but he will definitely die.
Unless they unlocked the cockpit before jumping out of the plane.
After he said this, Angers realized that his modified Gulfstream G550 would not be able to pass the review and enter China.
Not to mention the two Sidewinder missiles mounted inside the fuselage, the prototype's flying speed, which is twice as fast, would make it impossible for it to be allowed entry.
"Change route and go to Seoul, South Korea."
Ange gave the order in a deep voice, although he wanted to put on a parachute and jump out of the plane right now, go to Novosibirsk and take a flight directly to Beijing.
But there was no suitable flight today, so he had to go to South Korea instead, which was more convenient. After all, Koreans have always been dogs of the Americans.
"Yes!" The pilot breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted his target, and contacted the academy headquarters to ask them to apply for permission.
Ange asked Eva to help him book a plane ticket and arrange the fastest flight to Beijing.
He sat down again, watching the scenery outside the window pass by at a snail's pace. He felt more and more that Sleipnir was not fast enough, and he would have to ask the equipment department to increase the speed.
At this speed, even Akaashi can't catch up.
His fingers tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm slow and steady, like the countdown before a war drum.
The anger from a hundred years ago has never been extinguished, but has been buried by deeper schemes.
Now, the traitor has been discovered, and it is up to him, the only survivor and the last avenger, to personally carry out the final judgment that is a century late.
Ange grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth, took out a folding knife from his arms and wiped it slowly.
"Friedrich von Roon, my friend, we finally meet again."
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At the same time, in Yangjiao Hutong, Friedrich, who was lying on the ground of Fenglong Hall, looked as pale as death.
He lost his ability to move, but he did not lose his five senses. He clearly heard the conversation between Chu Zihang and Ange just now, and heard that Ange was going to come personally to take him, the traitor.
The voice didn't contain gnashing teeth, but at least it showed that the singer was ready to tear him into pieces.
Feng Long, I might really die this time.
(End of this chapter)
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