Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

Black blood oozed from the three dents, dripping onto the bottom of the iron cage and making a hissing, corrosive sound.

"See that? That's Deadpool." The agent brandished the gun in his hand. "Don't expect to take him down with something like this."

The freshmen opposite were completely silent. This was the first time most of them had ever seen Deadpool. Only a few of them had heard of this kind of monster in books or from their parents before.

"So what should we do?" a freshman asked, something most people wanted to know.

“Well, the executive department currently has two main approaches.” The specialist shrugged. “Each is suitable for different situations.”

The commissioner pointed to the wound on Deadpool's chest; the bullet wound had already healed.

"Kinetic weapons can harm him. If a pistol doesn't work, a large-caliber sniper rifle can be used. If a sniper rifle doesn't work, a rocket launcher can be used. This method is suitable when there are not many ordinary people on the scene."

The freshmen present breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Deadpool was not completely invincible; he just lacked firepower.

“There’s also the use of alchemical weapons.” The commissioner took out a bullet. “This is a bullet containing mercury. Mercury is lethal to Deadpool, just like silver is to werewolves.”

He switched to the alchemical bullet and struck Deadpool's arm with a standard motion. The wound quickly turned black, and Deadpool roared, letting out a chilling howl.

Lu Mingfei took a step back. He had never heard such a terrifying sound before. It was like the wail of some monster falling into boiling water, mixed with the crying of a baby, which sent chills down his spine.

“You can see,” the commissioner’s voice drowned out Deadpool’s sobs, “that mercury-containing bullets are very effective, and there are even more useful alchemical weapons, but those are generally given to those who are confident in their abilities.”

Due to cost considerations, most of the alchemical weapons in Cassel are melee weapons. Fighting Deadpool with a knife is the privilege of the elites. For the lower-ranking members of the Executive Department, it is safer to use guns for long-range shooting.

"Alright, that's about all I have to say." The executive officer took out a key from his waist and opened the iron cage door.

"Next up is practice time, newbies." He was clearly excited and couldn't wait to see these freshmen make a fool of themselves.

“I have an alchemical weapon here that can cut Deadpool’s skin.” He drew a kukri from its sheath at his waist. “Everyone come in, face to face with this guy, and leave some marks on him.”

"Be careful, this guy bit off half of my friend's hand before he was caught. Don't put your hand over there."

The commissioner warned, while the students below looked at each other, most of them unwilling to be the pioneer.

“Girls, set a good example for those cowards,” Khorkina encouraged. “It’s nothing, easier than dissecting a frog.”

"Hey guys, stop being so girly. This isn't like the freshmen in Kassel." Anton couldn't speak directly, so the commissioner encouraged the boys, waiting for the first freshman to take the weapon from his hand.

"I'll do it." A girl's voice broke the silence. The commissioner looked around but couldn't find who was speaking.

“Down there.” The female voice that had been listing the names carried a hint of annoyance. The commissioner looked down and saw that it was a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Look, look, they're not even as good as a child." The commissioner handed the knife to Zero. "I'm really worried about the future of the Executive Department."

Zero glanced at the commissioner and silently walked into the iron cage. Because of her height, she was already standing at the front, and most people were stunned by Deadpool's howl, so she got there first.

Seeing Zero approach, Deadpool became visibly agitated. The corruption of the dragon blood had severely damaged his brain structure, causing him to lose his ability to speak and turning him into a beast, simply craving killing and eating.

"It's too ugly." The cage was filled with the stench of wild beasts and the smell of blood. Zero frowned, and with a flash of light, a shrunken strip fell from Deadpool's crotch.

Aaaaaah!

Deadpool pulled on the chains binding him, trying to get closer to Zero, but he was firmly tied to the cross, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach Zero's head.

Many of the freshmen who witnessed this scene covered their groins; this was a painful feeling that any man would experience.

"Not bad, not bad, a good start." The commissioner took the knife from Zero's hand. "See? Keep a safe distance and leave him with some unforgettable wounds."

"Be careful not to touch his blood, it's corrosive," the specialist repeatedly warned.

"Come on, who's next? Deadpool has no human rights."

Led by Zero, young men and women took up knives and made cuts of varying lengths on Deadpool's body. Some of the more skilled freshmen even learned from Zero to remove a few parts from Deadpool.

Soon the cage floor was covered in Deadpool's blood, and new recruits had to wear special protective shoes to enter the arena to protect themselves from the corrosive effects of Deadpool's dragon blood.

Lu Mingfei regretted falling behind. Deadpool was exhausted and weak from the torture, but the wounded Deadpool looked even more terrifying.

Now fewer and fewer people remain in front of the cage, until finally only Lu Mingfei is left.

"You're the only one left, let's finish this quickly." The commissioner shoved a blood-stained knife into Lu Mingfei's hand. "Just go in and stab him once, I'm waiting to go back and write my report."

"Young people, there's always a first time. Don't be nervous, just relax."

Lu Mingfei put on protective shoes, faced Deadpool with his head drooping, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and with a crooked posture, stabbed the knife into Deadpool's chest.

At that moment, Lu Mingfei finally saw those golden pupils clearly. Deadpool was staring at him like a subject kneeling before a king.

"God... oh God..."

This was Deadpool's first and last sentence.

Chapter 148 The Fire of Joy Plan

"Dead? How could he just die?" Dr. Strange from the medical department stared at the Deadpool's corpse in front of him. He was still waiting for Deadpool to be used for experiments.

"He was stabbed by that last student and died inexplicably." The executive officer stood to the side, his expression not good either.

Deadpool was covered in wounds, and a knife cut through his protruding ribs and pierced his lung. It wasn't a fatal wound for Deadpool, but he was indeed dead.

"It can't be that bad. Even if Deadpool was stabbed in the heart, he wouldn't die this quickly." Strange stroked the stubble on his chin. As a creature corrupted by dragon blood, Deadpool's self-healing ability was beyond imagination. Being stabbed in the chest by an alchemical weapon was only considered a serious injury.

"Never mind, I'll dissect this Deadpool later." Strange was also helpless. It's already hard to find a living Deadpool, and today he finally had a chance, but it was killed by a student. What bad luck.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll go check on Rex. You're busy." The executive officer smiled and left the room to visit the unfortunate guy whose hand had been bitten off by Deadpool, while Strange picked up a scalpel and cut open Deadpool's chest.

To his surprise, although Deadpool's injuries were severe, they were not fatal. Strange also ruled out the possibility of death from excessive blood loss, as Deadpool's blood-producing function was strong and he wouldn't lose too much blood from such injuries.

"This doesn't seem like he was hacked to death, it's more like... he was scared to death?" Strange examined Deadpool's heart, finding it hard to believe that Deadpool could be so frightened that his heart stopped beating, as if he had faced some terrifying monster before he died.

"Being slashed with a knife by a student is that terrifying? Looks like we need to notify the executive department to reassess Deadpool's mental state." Strange muttered to himself. This was the first time he'd ever seen Deadpool so scared. Maybe this Deadpool was just too cowardly?

After removing his protective suit, Strange organized the surgical instruments, categorizing the specially made scalpels, and went through several sterilization procedures before leaving the laboratory.

Ander was sitting on a chair outside, chatting with a brown-haired nurse.

“Strange, you’ve come at the right time.” Ander handed him two sample bags. “Do me a favor, you know what I mean.”

The nurse quietly left, leaving only Ender and Strange in the corridor.

Strange looked at the sample bag in his hand, inside which were a few strands of hair, glowing red under the light. He asked curiously:

"Principal Ander, which student are you helping to find their relatives this time?"

"Um, don't worry about it. These two are my juniors. They look alike, so I just wanted to see if they were related."

Ander scratched his cheek. He had secretly hypnotized Dr. Strange from the medical school to make him take a paternity test for Zero, but Zero's situation had given him some inspiration.

So he found some of Chen Motong's hair, plucked a few strands of Lu Li's hair, and sent them to Strange again.

The two looked so alike that Ander felt they must be related. If he couldn't find the answer in metaphysics, then trying science wouldn't hurt.

“This isn’t a good thing. Many mixed-race people don’t like genetic testing.” Strange was somewhat resistant. “I almost got exposed last time…”

“We’re doing a good deed, helping a poor girl find her father.” Ander patted Strange on the shoulder. “Everything will be alright, don’t worry.”

"Okay... alright." Strange had already been dragged onto Andra's ship, and there was no way he could get off now. "I'll test it tonight."

“That’s more like it. We’re doing a good thing. Don’t be so timid.” Strange is a strange guy. He’s ruthless towards Deadpool and monsters corrupted by dragon blood, but he’s hesitant when it comes to ethical matters like paternity testing.

This is probably the noble character of scientists.

Ander walked out of the medical school in a good mood, hoping it was just a false alarm. After all, there are many people who look alike, even if they are not related by blood.

The results of Chen Motong's recent blood test are in. He is a normal mixed-race person with a high bloodline level. However, considering the diverse abilities and mutations of mixed-race individuals, not all problems can be found through blood testing.

After checking on Chen Motong and his own child, Ander turned and walked into a place he didn't particularly like: the Execution Department.

The people in the executive department were all too serious, making conversations uncomfortable. Most importantly, they were all very busy, and few were willing to chat with Ander. Of course, the source of this atmosphere was the man standing in front of Ander:

Executive Director, Schneider.

This guy was seriously injured in Greenland back then; half of his face was mangled, and he needed a machine to breathe.

Ander had many ways to treat his injuries, and Gulweg's healing skills in the chapel were not to be underestimated.

But this guy is very individualistic; he likes to sit in the executive department with the machine inserted into his lung and a mask on his face.

In his words, this was called using scars to remind himself of his mistakes, but in Ander's opinion, this guy must have had his brain frozen to come up with such an idea.

"Principal Ander, what are you doing here?" Schneider stared at the principal who did nothing all day. At the school, Ander, Angers, and Vice Principal Nicolas were a trio of salary thieves, spending their days indulging in pleasure and just coasting along at the school.

After all, the strong always strike last; you can't use a nuclear bomb to swat a mosquito.

“Take a look at that plan.” Ander waved his hand. “You know, it’s about fire.”

Schneider led Ander to his office, opened a document containing some pictures and long paragraphs of text.

“Principal Ander, you didn’t need to come. I could have just sent the document to your personal terminal.” Schneider was very cold. He and Ander were incompatible because he wasn’t good at conversation.

“That’s so boring.” Ander scoffed. “I get really bored every day, so I thought I’d come and see you.”

“Principal Ander, why don’t you look at the documents?” Schneider remained unmoved, urging Ander to focus his attention on the plan.

"Project Fire Joy, a large-scale facility designed to solve the problems of the Bronze and Fire Kings," Schneider said with a detached expression, uttering the rather whimsical name of the project.

“We dug a pit in the desert of West Texas, laid walls, paving stones, alchemical arrays, and countless weapons.”

"Principal Ander, will this be enough to deal with a dragon king?" Schneider asked.

“No, but we have a secret weapon.” Ander looked at the report, a strange light flashing on his face.

Chapter 149 Kassel at 5:30 AM

Lu Mingfei, who is a secret weapon, is unaware of his future. He has just taken a shower and is lying on the bed, not wanting to move at all.

"Brother, I feel like I'm going to be crippled." Lu Mingfei muttered to himself. Today, he was thrown to the ground by that Sam Bull, and he felt like his whole body was about to fall apart.

Now Lu Mingfei has witnessed the terror of hybrids. His physique is as weak as a child in front of those monsters, while the guys next to him are monsters even more terrifying than Bolt and Liu Xiang.

"Those guys can still run 100 meters in 10 seconds while carrying weights, that's terrifying," Lu Mingfei complained.

To balance the differences among students due to their different ethnic backgrounds, some students will wear weights so that everyone can achieve different training volumes using the same movements.

As expected, Lu Mingfei fell to the last tier, where most people had a much higher training volume than him, and he complained bitterly about the training.

"Junior brother, be strong!" Fingel comforted him. "Of course, because of your performance, many people think you are not S-class, but this is a good thing."

"Can I pretend to be weak to catch a tiger?" Lu Mingfei rolled over.

“No, this way I can win more in the betting on the forum.” Fingel typed on the keyboard. “I bet five hundred dollars on you, that you’re S-class.”

"Thank you for choosing me, senior." Lu Mingfei nodded dazedly. "I will definitely do my best in the 3E exam tomorrow."