Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 317 Eleven attacked by agents
Today will finally be an unforgettable day for the small town of Hawkins.

The last rays of sunset were suddenly blocked, and the townspeople looked up to see a burning crack in the clouds. Silver scales reflected a strange fire in the twilight, and the dragon's wings were as wide as a football field, and a string of sparks flew as its tail fin swept across the church spire.

Grocery store owner Jim Hopper's radio emitted a shrill whistle, and the glass cans on the shelves exploded collectively in the dragon's roar - the sound waves shattered the windows of three houses in the town center, and even the old lead typesetting machine in the Hawkins Post printing plant bounced and scattered all over the ground.

"The New York reporters didn't lie!" A worker smoking in the back alley of a pizza shop pointed to the sky and trembled. "Last week, the Daily News said there was a dragon claw mark on the top of the Statue of Liberty. I thought the government was building some new fighter plane."

Before he finished speaking, the dragon suddenly folded its wings and dived down, and suddenly turned into a human form thirty meters above the ground.

The townspeople only saw a ball of silver-blue light mist explode, and a slender hooded figure flashed into the side door of the abandoned "Starlight Cinema". A piece of hot dragon scale remained on the cement floor at the entrance, and the edge was glowing with a fluorescence similar to uranium glass.

Sheriff Jim Hopper's police car tires soon arrived and rolled over the broken glass outside the Starlight Cinema. The headlights illuminated the mess on the ground and the silver dragon scale fragment. The silver-blue scales flowed like liquid mercury under the searchlight, and the edges were glowing with a turquoise halo similar to the aurora. He squatted down and picked up a scale with an evidence bag - the tremor from his fingertips reminded him of the "boundary membrane" he touched at the entrance to the reverse world three months ago. It was a strange touch between bioelectricity and metal resonance.

"Damn, this thing is even more weird than the spores of the reverse world..." He muttered into the satellite phone, but he didn't know that in the tree canopy three hundred meters away, the bionic owl installed by the KGB agent was transmitting infrared images to Moscow.

He really couldn't tell what this thing was, so he had to take it home and let Eleven see if it was another thing that appeared from that damn reverse world.

When they got back to their little home in the woods, Jim called out, "Come out for dinner, Eleven!"

Xiao Eleven came out of the bedroom. After a few months, she had grown short, smooth, black hair.

"What's wrong?" she asked bewilderedly.

"Look at this." Jim handed over the scale in his hand. The moment Xiao Eleven took the scale, his eyes were covered by a strong white light.

"Ah!!" Eleven cried out in pain. The energy was so strong that she felt a tingling sensation all over her body.

The moment Yi's nosebleed dripped onto the scales, the light bulbs in the entire basement exploded at the same time.

"Nemesis!" She suddenly screamed - this was the pronunciation of the real name that the dragon had taught her - and the telekinesis bursting from her palm lifted the scales into the air. The faded Christmas lights strangely lit up again in the energy field, and the projected holographic image was the scene from three months ago:
The bloody sky that turned the world upside down, the dark nothingness of the parking lot where everything was stagnant, and the huge and terrifying monster.

"Is that guy a dragon?" Jim crushed the whiskey glass. The pain of the glass shards piercing his palm reminded him of the touch of the entrance to the reverse world.

Eleven's telekinesis suddenly exploded, and the flames of the fireplace condensed in the air into a holographic picture of the New York street scene: a giant dragon that covered the sky and the sun landed on the top of the United Nations building, surrounded by various modern electrical appliances that were blown up by the endless magic power of the scroll dragon.

"He left anchors in both worlds." Eleven said suddenly.

"He is back."

Jim murmured to himself: "No wonder, no wonder he has such magical powers, it turns out he is a dragon in mythology."

There was a sound of breaking branches outside the window. Three "Crimson Journey" agents disguised as hunters were slowly approaching. The trap set by Jim near the cabin in the woods was discovered by the trained agents, but the breaking of branches betrayed them.

"Someone's coming!" Jim Hopper's shotgun barrel was pressed against the window frame, and white frost formed. Three dark figures emerged from the pine forest, and the metal boxes they carried were shiny with oil in the moonlight - it was the "Aurora-6" electromagnetic pulse device that the Soviets were proud of, as big as a suitcase, and the exposed vacuum tubes were hissing and spewing hot air.

"Close your eyes!" Eleven suddenly grabbed the sheriff's wrist.

The moment the KGB agent pressed the switch, the entire forest fell into absolute darkness. Jim's retina retained the last image: the ice ridges on the eaves were blown into powder in the electromagnetic storm, and all the pine needles within fifty meters stood upright like steel spikes. Amid the ringing in his ears, he heard the scream of the liquid nitrogen tank's pressure relief valve - the second agent was carrying a jet modified from a refrigeration workshop, and the ice condensed at the nozzle reduced the range to less than five meters.

"Left!" Eleven's nosebleed dripped onto the windowsill, and ripples of mental power stirred the air.

The liquid nitrogen mist condensed into an ice cone under her control, but it shattered into ice slag like shotgun shells when it penetrated the wooden wall. The agent cursed and switched weapons, pulling out the titanium alloy bayonet used to dismantle the lunar module. The sound of the serrated blade scraping against the pine wall made people's teeth ache.

The roar of Jim's shotgun shook the snow off the roof. The moment the lead bullet hit the liquid nitrogen tank, the freezing liquid danced like a silver snake, welding the agent's left foot to the snow.

An arc of electricity flashed across the third agent's wrist. It was the "Thunder-3" electric shock device - but it suddenly exploded when it touched the tip of Eleven's hair.

But in the blink of an eye, all the well-equipped and well-trained KGB agents were eliminated.

Jim looked around carefully, and seeing that there were no follow-up reinforcements, he went forward to check the bodies of the attackers.

"Damn, Soviets? How is that possible!" Jim was dumbfounded when he saw the KGB agent's ID.

"They must have discovered you, Eleven. We have to leave quickly." Jim said seriously.

He took Eleven's hand and was about to leave immediately, but the latter stood there motionless, looking at him stubbornly.

"No, I have to find Mike and the others first. If I leave, they will be in danger." Eleven said word by word.

Jim was helpless, but he knew the bond between Eleven and those children. If the Soviets couldn't find Eleven, they would definitely target Mike and the others.

"Okay, okay. I'm really scared of you." Jim held his brow and sighed.
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Dan Rather's Chevrolet braked suddenly in the thick fog, and the tires ran over a deer carcass with its abdomen burst. Erin Watson, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned on a military-grade flashlight, and when the beam penetrated the fog, she found that the black mucus on the windshield was crystallizing at a speed visible to the naked eye - those hexagonal crystal structures were exactly the same as snowflakes, but they remained stable in temperatures above zero.

"The magnetic field strength is a hundred times that of the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone." Irene's Geiger counter glass exploded due to radiation overload. She trembled and raised the Soviet-made LOMO microscope. "This mucus is swallowing up radio waves..."

Before he could finish his words, three refrigerated trucks rushed out from the fork in the road, with serrated crash barriers welded on the front bumpers.

The sound of mechanical gears rubbing came from Major Yegorova's telescope in the refrigerated truck: "Pay attention to contact protection!"

As she shouted into the walkie-talkie, the core of the quiet Tesla coil in the back of the refrigerated truck suddenly overloaded. The device, based on a modified generator from an old radar station, spewed out an arc of electricity that tore through the trunk of the refrigerated truck and illuminated the road in a pale white.

"Damn it! What's going on!" Yegorova's face turned pale. The car was turned upside down. The out-of-control Tesla coil almost destroyed all three cars.

(End of this chapter)