Chapter 287 Angers wants this Nibelungen

Author: Youjiu L

Chapter 287 Angers wants this Nibelungen

"How's Mingfei doing?"

Angers frowned.

The $600 Behike cigar was almost burned to the bottom but had not been smoked.

"The situation is not optimistic."

The night watchman sat on the sofa and shook his head.

Although there is still one, losing a heart is still unacceptable.

Without two hearts pumping blood at the same time, Lu Mingfei's strength would be reduced by at least two-thirds.

For a soldier, this is no different from a fatal injury.

The Japanese branch was unable to handle such a serious injury, so Lu Mingfei had no choice but to contact Angers.

Anyway, they already have enough secrets in common, including this one.

Unexpectedly, Ange was quite calm about the fact that Lu Mingfei had two hearts, and immediately asked the vice-principal to go over for consultation.

"Can't it be restored through alchemy?"

he asked.

"Alchemy is not a miracle, and the Philosopher's Stone is not a real panacea. Moreover, that kid's body structure is completely different from ordinary people, so there is no way to start."

The vice principal complained.

To be honest, when he saw Lu Mingfei's body scan for the first time, his jaw almost dropped to the floor.

The vice-principal's first thought was that this kid was not a human being.

But after comparing the structures of the dragons he had seen, he found that they were completely different.

Lu Mingfei told him straightforwardly that this was the result of the transformation of the sacred gene seeds.

As for whether the vice-principal believes it or not, that is his business.

"What did Mingfei say?"

Angers ignored the last part of his words.

"He said that it would be enough to find him a Nibelungen, but that thing is not iced Coke. It can be sold in any supermarket."

The vice principal said helplessly.

"Nibelungen."

Angers lowered his head and pondered.

Indeed, Lu Mingfei seems to have always had a particularly strong interest in the Nibelungs.

Perhaps, there might actually be a way to treat his injuries.

After a while, he raised his head.

"Hey, you didn't have that in mind, did you?"

The vice-principal has had a relationship with Angers for many years, and you can tell what he is thinking at a glance.

"why not?"

Angers asked rhetorically.

"There's nothing wrong with me, but it's strange that that guy would care about you. That's their lifeblood."

The vice principal curled his lips and said.

"What's the use of a grave for a group of vampires who have blended into the crowd?"

Angers sneered.

He picked up the phone, paused, looked firmly in his eyes again, and dialed the extremely unfamiliar number.

"I never thought you'd call me."

In an old-fashioned bar on Sunset Boulevard, Henkel picked up a hockey puck and threw it into the agave soaked in butterfly larvae.

"I believe it, I didn't expect it either."

Angers took a glass of rum from the bartender in a red vest and threw half a lemon into it.

"I suspect that you have provided false news. My people searched the country of China and couldn't find any trace of the Dragon King."

Henkel said somewhat unhappily.

Those who can be sent to find the Dragon King are his elite men. Every day wasted in China is a serious loss.

"That only shows that your men are not good at it. And don't brag, old guy, we all know how big China is. It would be great if your few ponies can travel through the three eastern provinces."

Angers mocked.

"snort."

Henkel lowered his head and took a sip of wine, which was like acquiescing to his words.

"Tell me, why did you call me out? Don't say it was just to call me out for a drink. We haven't had such a good relationship since 1900."

The old cowboy dumped his glass on the bar, causing the drink to splash everywhere.

"I want that Nibelung that you have mastered."

Ange said calmly.

There was a suffocating silence, and the bar was empty at some point, leaving only two old but still ferocious beasts.

"Do you know what you are talking about? Angers."

Henkel said slowly.

"I know."

Angers nodded.

"In order to get it, the blood shed by us and the Mormons stained the entire Rocky Mountains red. Now you open your mouth and want to take it?"

Henkel leaned back, as if in awe of this whimsical idea.

"Are you confused, or do you think that the North American Mixed Breed Alliance is a branch of Kassel?"

There was sarcasm and anger in his tone.

"Lu Mingfei is injured and needs Nibelung treatment."

Ange's tone remained calm.

"Since when did Nibelungen have a therapeutic effect? ​​Besides, what does it have to do with us if your people are injured?"

Henkel sneered.

This old guy doesn’t think that the Secret Party and the North American Alliance are some kind of all-weather strategic partnership, does he?

"I have no children. Mingfei is my favorite heir, that is, my child. Now that he needs Nibelungs to heal his injuries, I will get them for him."

Angers' fingers tightened, causing the iron wine glass to creak.

"If I don't get it, I'm going to go down to Wall Street and kill your young men one by one until all the heirs to the Mongrel League are dead."

His voice is colder than a hockey puck.

"Are you threatening me?"

Henkel narrowed his eyes, and a dangerous golden light shone through his eyes.

"I'm just informing you that Henkel Mingfei is the only person who can kill the Black King and end the history of the dragon clan. If you destroy him, I will destroy everything."

Angers said.

"Old guy, are you being unreasonable? I didn't hurt Lu Mingfei."

Henkel was shocked by his shamelessness.

"The truth? How can you reason with a father who is about to lose his child?"

Angers crushed the wine glass into scrap metal.

Just as Henkel was about to speak, the ringtone of his cell phone came out of his pocket.

His expression changed. That was the ringtone of a special phone. It would only ring in the most urgent cases.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Henkel answered the phone.

"Patriarch, the executive department dispatched a large number of elites to surround Wall Street."

The person on the other end of the phone said hurriedly.
To be continued...