Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

“I suspect that someone in the Secret Society is colluding with Odin, which is why I’ve come to you.”

These hybrids with more pronounced dragonification had almost no contact with the Secret Society, so Ander was relatively at ease with them.

"This is what happened..."

With a surge of magic, an image appeared inside the van—a ring of magic called "Silent Image." To make it clearer, Ander decided to add some images.

The magical images gradually became clearer, playing out the events that had happened in a slideshow format: the wealthy businessman who ate the Ghosttooth Dragon Viper, the small-time drug dealer who traded contraband, and the forum that resembled a hunter's website.

And most importantly, the runic text that appears on the website.

As Ander explained, Su Qiming, who was standing next to him, gradually became excited. If this matter was handled well, it would be a great achievement.

You should know that this squad was transferred here to deal with Odin, but Odin always stayed in Nibelungen, and they have accomplished nothing in the past two years, enduring immense suffering.

Now, finally there's something related to Odin to do, and with an old senior figure backing him up, this is the perfect opportunity to make a name for himself.

What do you think?

"Ander asked."

"It must be a cult that worships Odin."

Su Qiming thought for a moment and then answered.

Odin's situation is a secret to the outside world, but hybrids always have some strange and unusual methods, and with the attraction of the bloodline brought by the Dragon King, it is entirely possible that someone knows that Odin is in Minzhou.

"Are you confident you can take him down?"

"The most troublesome thing is this kind of inscrutable organization," Ander asked. "Like cockroaches in the kitchen, they seem weak, but it's not easy to wipe them out."

This is also why Ander sought help. To deal with such a disgusting underground organization, one cannot fight alone. The right way is to deliver a heavy blow and surround and kill them with a group of people.

“There are two other teams like ours, we can call them both.”

Su Qiming was clearly very cautious, even considering the possibility of deploying missiles when facing a group of about ten people.

"Lord Ander, three squads, each with a rifle, plus three snipers, should be able to take them down directly."

"The most important thing now is to find them."

Ander patted his overly cautious junior with satisfaction.

"That's why I came to you."

Chapter 101 The Landlord's Foolish Son

Italy, Sicily.

Some say that the map of Italy is like a foot kicking a ball, then the Sicilians would definitely protest, because Sicily is the ball being kicked.

This place has beautiful scenery and an extremely advantageous geographical location, making it a good place for both farming and doing business.

But the problem is that this place is too advantageous. Many neighboring countries want to get a share of the pie here. It is like a miniature Xuzhou in Western Europe and a strategic location that is fought over by military strategists.

It was on this land, where the Romans came, then the Arabs, then the French, that a group of hospitable Sicilians who loved their families were born.

They survived on this land and, when the established order failed, they formed a criminal organization based on families: the Mafia.

For a long time, the Sicilian Mafia was the shadow government of the region, often more effective than the real government.

During World War II, countless Mafia families declined, and amidst the carnage, the only true kings of Sicily emerged: the Gattuso family.

To be honest, although both are gangs, Gattuso is far inferior to the Snake Clan, but the Snake Clan has boarded the big carriage of the Secret Party, and their development is incomparable.

The Gattuso family has now gone completely underground, and their interest in exploring dragons seems to be more appealing than their power in the human world.

Another crucial reason is that as the family continues to intermarry with other mixed-race individuals, these originally black-haired Italians are gradually showing a trend of becoming blond and blue-eyed.

Just as the Hongmen would never appoint a foreigner as its leader, it would be difficult for a Slavic-looking guy to become the godfather of the Mafia.

At this moment, in the Gattuso estate in Sicily, the blond-haired, blue-eyed Pompeii Gattuso was sitting on the sofa, casually glancing at the documents in front of him.

He had an air of arrogant nobility; if Hitler were still alive, he would surely have been given the title of Aryan Superman.

"Bahamut, Behemoth, the monster from the Bible?"

The document beside Pompeii was intelligence about the god worshipped by Mr. Anders, named Bahamut.

On Earth, the name Bahamut comes from Behemoth, a monster in the Bible, a hippopotamus-like creature created by God.

It feeds on mountains and is a terrifying beast. It is also a mortal enemy of Leviathan, a giant sea monster. When the two meet, a battle will break out.

Bahamut is a variant of the word Behemoth in the Middle East, where Bahamut is a terrifying dragon, more like a lizard than a hippopotamus.

For hybrids, all myths point to one thing: the former rulers, the dragons.

In other words, Bahamut represents in this world:

"The king of the earth and mountains..."

Pompeii pondered that, if his information was correct, this Mr. Ander should be related to the King of the Earth and Mountains.

At the same time in Beiping, in a primary school, a little girl sneezed. She shook her head in confusion, as if trying to figure out how she had caught a cold.

"So, will Caesar have a chance to usurp the Dragon King's power?"

The Gattuso family was no longer satisfied with their current power; they set their sights on greater strength.

Since World War II, they have been trying to break through that final barrier and bring about a true qualitative change in their lives.

For this opportunity, these Italian mafia members did not hesitate to use themselves as studs, relying on human power to achieve the great feat of genetic ascension in the 21st century.

Caesar Gattuso was the most brilliant product of the plan, until Andre's abrupt intervention disrupted the Gattuso family's plans.

But it doesn't matter, these smugglers always have a backup plan, such as...

"Father, what do you want to see me about?"

For example, the short-haired boy in front of me looks about fourteen or fifteen years old, just entering puberty. His golden hair covers one side of his cheek, making him look a bit like a teenager.

"Push your hair aside."

The boy obediently brushed his hair aside, revealing his eyes hidden behind his bangs—golden dragon eyes that burned uncontrollably.

"Did you take your medicine?"

"I ate it, but I didn't."

Pompeii looked at the indifferent boy in front of him, took out a cigar, cut it open, lit it, and took a puff.

"Then increase the dosage."

"Yes, Father."

The boy's name was Paci Gattuso, and he was supposed to live his life as Caesar's shadow, but things changed when he was born.

After Caesar was kidnapped that year, the Gattuso family activated their backup plan, and Percy, a child with an unstable bloodline, gradually stepped into the limelight with the family's encouragement.

He became the second son of the Gattuso family, transformed from a shadow into Caesar's brother, and became yet another victim of the plan.

"How is Caesar?"

Pompeii asked, perhaps because he was a little more serious in front of his juniors.

"My brother is practicing his marksmanship; he's excellent."

Percy remained expressionless, his tone completely flat.

He recalled that just now at the shooting range, Caesar, blindfolded, emptied his pistol in a standard posture, and every shot hit the bullseye.

He is the master of the wind, and the spiritual power of his mother's words will tell him the direction to launch and guide him on the right path.

He had no feelings for his brother. He was not conceived by Gulweg, but was a test-tube baby born through technological means. He did not know who his mother was, but he had a mission from birth.

"I have a mission for you: go to Minzhou in China."

Pompeii exhaled a smoke ring, the faint scent of tobacco gradually spreading. Percy bowed to this man, his nominal father:

"clear."

He was always like this, carrying out tasks assigned by others like a robot, not like a normal person, but he was indeed very suitable as an experimental subject.

Pompeii thought that experimental subjects with emotions were prone to problems.

So, the day after Ander found the crow, a child arrived in Minzhou with bodyguards.

Executives from the Black Prince Group personally came to the airport to greet the young Italian guest. The man in his fifties smiled humbly in front of the child and respectfully saw him into the car.

As the vehicle slowly drove past the airport, the executive cautiously asked:

"Mr. Passy, ​​how does the Gattuso Group plan to invest?"

Percy sat in the back seat with his hands on his knees, looking very well-behaved.

"Sir, my father plans to build a hotel next to the toll station on the Minzhou No. 1 Expressway."

The executives were taken aback. The Black Prince Group had made a lot of money in the construction sector in the past two years and knew a lot about it.

"That place is too remote, I'm afraid no one will come."

Percy shook his head; he would only follow his father's orders.

"This is my father's wish; I am only responsible for carrying it out."

"Ok."

The executive turned around and muttered to himself:

"The landlord's foolish son."

Chapter 102 The New Waiter

"Stuck? Do I have to teach you how to trap someone?"

In a conference room, a capable-looking middle-aged man was reprimanding his subordinates. He slammed his fist on the table and said in a tone of exasperation:

"The Gattuso family wants to build a hotel next to the highway? You're kidding me! Don't you know what that means?"

This man is a leader of the relevant department in Minzhou. Due to the special circumstances in Minzhou, his rank within the department is not low.

"Can't you even come up with an excuse? Just say that the geology there is loose and it's not suitable for high-rise buildings."

“But Minister, this is foreign investment, other departments will feel pressure.”