Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

The children in Black Swan Harbor were immersed in the excitement of the upcoming holiday, looking forward to Christmas gifts, delicious food, and the day they would go home. No one imagined that they were about to perish in a sea of ​​fire.

Meanwhile, the adorable paper doll, Dr. Herzog's Arctic poppy, and our Renata Yevgenia Chicherina are gathering supplies for her escape through the ventilation ducts.

On the thick snow, a convoy had arrived near Black Swan Harbor. The group of elderly men, who looked frail and old, suddenly transformed themselves into elite soldiers, pulling out submachine guns and rocket launchers in the snowstorm.

In the Black Swan Harbor, a ball is about to begin.

Chapter Seventy-Two: The Ball is Over

Outside Black Swan Harbor, it was already dusk. Huge snowflakes blurred the world, and the wind and snow obscured the view, making it impossible for Ander and his group to be spotted.

On the snow-covered ground, a semi-circular protective shield was protecting Ander and the others, and a battle meeting was being held.

"You guys go and deal with the people at the airport next door. It's Christmas today, and those Russians are all drunk."

Several dragonborn took their five or six-pointed swords, changed into snow camouflage uniforms, and saluted Ander.

"Your squad is responsible for defusing the bomb. You've all been informed of its location and the method of disarming it these past few days."

Another team is ready to go; they are responsible for defusing the bombs left by Bondarev to ensure the safety of the rescue operation.

"The last team is responsible for controlling the fire. That bastard will definitely start a fire. Let him burn it. We'd rather not have those things."

Ander was referring to the data Herzog had gathered over the years from his research on deformed embryos and human experiments. These materials were of little use to China, and taking them would only cause more trouble, so it was better to let Herzog burn them.

Herzog was once the youngest PhD in a biological research laboratory in Nazi Germany. After World War II, he was arrested by the Red Army and sent to the Soviet Union for trial.

If the people of the Red Bear hadn't been kicked in the head by a donkey, Herzog wouldn't have survived three days after his arrest, but unfortunately, he was released.

He was sent to Black Swan Harbor to carry out Project Delta, a project aimed at studying hybrids in order to create powerful weapons of war, or Slavic superhumans.

This plan, which only exists in novels, is highly improbable. A research institute located at the northernmost tip of the country is itself a security risk.

As for the so-called Slavic superhuman, this research institute produces something every year, but most of them are not very good. It can only be said that Dr. Herzog is well-versed in the essence of fraudulently obtaining funding.

To the kind-hearted descendants of the Chinese dragon, this place is no different from the Japanese Unit 731. Some people even find it hard to believe that their Big Brother would do something like giving birth to a child without an anus.

It can only be said that the Russian bear is no longer the Russian bear it once was.

"Ah Jie, you take the rest of the people to settle the children, and also take care of the adults in the hall."

Ander glanced at Chu Jie, whose hand was resting on the hilt of her knife. He knew that Chu Jie had never had children, so she was very protective of children. If Ander hadn't stopped her, Herzog's head would have been chopped off long ago.

"Remember to wear a mask and communicate in Russian."

These soldiers all studied Russian when they were young, so they have no problem communicating in Russian.

"It'll be seven o'clock in ten minutes. The people in charge of infiltration operations, come over here and we'll add invisibility to you."

A group of warriors walked up to Ander one by one, and then disappeared in a magical glow.

Advanced Invisibility, a 4th-circle Illusion spell that makes a person completely invisible.

The spell lasted long enough for the warriors to take out all the sentry posts and cut off the base's communications.

"set off!"

With Ander's command, the battle began.

Specially designed snow boots allowed soldiers to walk on the snow as if it were flat ground, and the soldiers in the back row consciously erased their footprints.

The garrison at Black Swan Harbor was completely immersed in pleasure, and the outer outposts were unknowingly taken over by the soldiers, maintaining the illusion that there were still people outside the outposts.

Herzog and Bondarev have begun preparing to flee. KGB agents are urging Dr. Herzog to pack his belongings and leave the children of Black Swan Port behind, with Bondarev, the so-called royal descendant, on the run.

The Red Giants are coming to an end; Black Swan Harbor has been abandoned.

The lieutenant on duty in the boiler room collapsed on the duty table, a bottle of Red Label vodka still clutched in his hand. A steel-core bullet had pierced his heart. Bondarev stood behind the lieutenant, holding a Makarov pistol.

The doctor struck a match and tossed it into the fuel-filled tank. A raging inferno engulfed the cold storage in a mere second. The fire scorched the thick ice, within which a thumb-sized embryo was vaguely visible frozen.

"Are they all embryos with mixed dragon genes?" Bondarev asked.

"It's a product with immature technology; it might get out of control." Shi wiped the fuel off his hands. "If it grows into an adult, it might become a problem for us."

"Could it even turn into a dragon?" Bondarev asked.

"I don't know, but the second-generation product will be better, more powerful and controllable. The next target is the archives; we have to burn all the unnecessary blueprints. It reminds me of when the Soviet army broke through Berlin, and all the government offices in Berlin were burning fires and all the documents."

"It'll be 11 o'clock in 20 minutes. Are the young people in the Golden Hall having a good time?" Bondarev carried a large can of fuel on his shoulder and walked out of the boiler room with the Doctor, stepping over the sticky blood.

"Hopefully, you can make the most of your last moments and enjoy the company of the opposite sex," the doctor said coldly. Behind them, the tank gates opened, and tons of fuel oil spilled onto the ground.

The extra fuel oil allocated to the boiler room wasn't just for heating; it was also for burning in the boiler room. They walked a few hundred meters. With a thunderous roar, a deafening flame engulfed the cold storage; the fuel explosion reduced the two floors and the delicate embryos to ashes.

At the end of the dock, the doctor and Bondarev turned back to look at the Black Swan Port engulfed in flames, with every window spewing out raging flames and explosions echoing everywhere.

The flames were miraculously suppressed a hundred meters away from the Golden Hall, with walls of fire rising up to isolate the external flames.

The cheerful sounds of accordions and Christmas carols were faintly audible amidst the explosions. The people in the Golden Hall were completely under the influence of hallucinogens, imagining that they had returned to the peaceful and prosperous Moscow.

Two hundred meters behind Bondarev, several figures were hidden in the snow, watching indifferently as the two destroyed everything in Black Swan Harbor.

Ender didn't want to get into trouble; it would be best if Black Swan Harbor disappeared in the fire as it always had.

Let those past sins be buried with the red bear.

The Golden Hall grew increasingly lively, and the indoor temperature rose higher and higher. Young people danced the sailor dance, and because they were so hot, they took off their uniforms and threw them aside. The nurses also took off their outer garments, revealing the white lace trim of their underwear under their vests.

They had all drunk a lot of alcohol, their eyes blatantly provocative, the scent of hormones overpowering the fragrance, making everyone blush.

They danced and embraced, the soldiers slipped their hands under the nurses' vests, and they bit each other's lips like lovers, or like bloodthirsty beasts.

The doors to the Golden Hall were locked. Three mechanical combination locks, placed from different directions, secured the large door, which had an iron core and was covered in mahogany. The keyholes were filled with melted rosin.

Just then, a loud crash of heavy objects colliding and the scraping of metal broke the frenzied atmosphere inside. The locked door was violently blasted open, knocking down the gossipy head nurse standing by the door.

"Sorry, kids, it's almost eleven o'clock, the ball should be over."

Ander looked at the crisscrossing bodies in the hall, these people still immersed in the desires brought by hallucinogens, and waved his hand indifferently.

"shot!"

Chapter Seventy-Three: Surprise

A cold wind swept into the golden hall, and before those who were intoxicated by their desires could react, they were riddled with bullets from submachine guns, leaving puffs of yellow smoke on their bodies.

Ander certainly wouldn't use live ammunition; these were Friga bullets modified from his dragon breath. However, according to the Chinese terminology, they should be called the Zhou Gong Type 1 Special Bullet. The name is rather rustic, but the power is immense.

The pale flesh trembled slightly from the bullet wound, then fell silent. As the yellow smoke dissipated, the people who had worked all night fell into a deep sleep.

Tonight, these children of Port Black Swan have grown a lot.

Ander blinked hard; the scene before him was indeed somewhat shocking. Naked bodies of men and women were intertwined, devoid of lust, only evoking a sense of bestiality.

"I feel like I just witnessed a massacre."

Ander remarked that the sleeping children did indeed look like corpses now.

"Uncle De, stop fooling around."

Chu Jie replied helplessly, then put on a cold expression and gave instructions:

"Close the door, arrange the people by gender, and dress them."

Several soldiers obeyed the order and went to pull the men and women out of the crowd, dress them, wrap them in blankets, and put them together.

Ander walked out the door and looked at the burning Black Swan Harbor building next to him.

Brass dragons are naturally drawn to fire, and for a warlock like Ender, his class combined with his talents allows him to easily control fire.

Under the influence of magic, the raging flames were drawn away from the building by Ander and flew to Ander's hand.

"Flame, heed my command!"

Amid Ander's rather childish shouts, the fire at Black Swan Harbor was extinguished, but those deformed embryos and the data built with human lives may never reappear in the world.

A small figure was moving through the building's ventilation ducts. Renata was preparing to rescue Zero, who was bound, as planned.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, white steam billowed from the ventilation ducts. The metal pipes were frighteningly hot, and Renata felt as if she were dancing on a hot plate.

One wave of photos after another blew in, and hot air and dust rushed in, assaulting Renata's small body.

She landed in the corridor, just one step away from Zero. She walked through the spiderweb-like corridor, feeling the sweetness of freedom. She even felt that the surroundings were no longer so hot.

Zero, dressed in a straitjacket, was chained to a recliner. In his dreams, he was so radiant, but here, he was merely an immobile experimental subject.

Renata pulled out a pair of scissors she had hidden under the recliner, cut Zero's restraints, and dragged him stumbling away.

Zero was holding a box, a gift from Renata: a withered glacier poppy.

When Renata ran out of the cell with Zero, she was surprised to find that the fire outside had been extinguished, but this did not stop Renata from leaving.

She found the sled dogs abandoned by Bondarev outside, and she harnessed these adorable dogs to a sled loaded with supplies, and together with Zero, she sped towards the freedom she longed for.

At this moment, Ender had concentrated the flames in the building into his hand, and with a wave of his arm, a fireball flew into the sky and bloomed like fireworks.

Soldiers from the surrounding area quietly gathered in front of the Golden Hall, preparing to begin the next phase of the plan.

Ander spread his dragon wings and flew towards Herzog and the other man's location. Since he had come to talk business with Zero, he had to show some sincerity.

I wonder if Herzog would like his head?

A few minutes earlier, Bondarev, watching the burning Black Swan Harbor, silently drew his pistol. A steel-core bullet pierced Herzog's lung, and he fell to the ground, staring in disbelief at Bondarev behind him.

"Without me...you can't conduct this research..."

Herzog's heart and lungs were torn apart by bullets; he made short, wheezing sounds but could not get any oxygen.

“We never intended to complete your research.”

Bondarev's eyes gleamed with golden light as he took out a dose of adrenaline and injected it into Herzog using an air syringe.

"Hold on for just one more minute, and we'll see the most spectacular scene."

Herzog raised his hand with difficulty and pointed to Black Swan Harbor behind Bondarev.

When Bondarev looked back, the flames in Black Swan Harbor had been extinguished at some point, and the explosion he had been hoping for never happened.

Bondarev suddenly realized what was happening. He stood up, grabbed the suitcase containing the embryos, and realized the plan had changed. He could only take the smallest experimental subject, number ξ.

But the next second, he felt a heavy blow to his abdomen, and he collapsed to his knees, his briefcase falling from his hands.

"I've been waiting for you for so long. People like you have a bad habit: you don't like to look back at the explosion."