Brass Dragons in the Dragon World

The twelfth floor houses the special operations team's offices, boasting some of the best facilities in the building. At this moment, Su Qiming and his men are sitting in the office, discussing something.

"Mr. Lu, you've arrived."

Su Qiming stood up and saluted Ander, who quickly pressed him down.

"Don't make it so formal, how's the situation?"

Su Qiming answered in a serious tone:

“We followed the trail and found one of their hideouts. According to that small-time drug lord, there will be a party tonight, and One-Eye will be there too.”

Ander was satisfied with Su Qiming's efficiency. His enemy was Odin, so it was best to deal with these small fry as soon as possible.

Su Qiming hesitated, and said uncertainly:

"But that one-eyed creature might not be real; acting rashly might alert the enemy."

In Su Qiming's view, the drug lord known as One-Eyed must be a mixed-race individual with a superior status, and it was impossible for him to personally take action. The One-Eyed person who appeared today must be a stand-in.

Ander, however, didn't seem to care. He patted Su Qiming on the shoulder:

"Then call on everyone we can from the relevant departments, and make an example of them."

"Why...why is this happening?"

Su Qiming was puzzled. If they alerted the enemy at this moment, wouldn't all their previous efforts be in vain?

“The relevant departments are not narcotics police. They should arrest all the drug bosses at that gathering and give them a good scare so they'll back off for a while.”

Su Qiming smiled wryly, knowing that this was a superficial solution that did not address the root cause of the problem.

"This probably won't last long."

Ander shook his finger, disagreeing with Su Qiming's words.

"We don't need them to be cowards for the rest of their lives, as long as we can keep them from coming out before next Friday."

According to the weather forecast, there will be a typhoon next Friday, at which time the Nibelungen section of Highway Zero will be open, and Andre is preparing to fight Odin on that day.

"You need to understand that our enemy is Odin, and a typhoon is coming soon. We need to quiet these minions down before that happens."

Ander responded that since it's impossible to completely eliminate organizations like fishing grounds, it's best not to let them bother you.

That's right. Since we're going to alert them anyway, we might as well go all out and make them jump.

They were beaten hard enough to frighten these people, so they wouldn't dare cause trouble when Anders stormed into Nibelungen.

"So we need to make a big show of it later, and if we can fire, we must fire, but remember to leave some alive."

Ander was passing on his life experience to the younger generation, while Su Qiming stroked his chin, lost in thought.

"No, Elder Lu, we don't need to leave any survivors."

"You don't need the intelligence anymore."

An excited smile appeared on Su Qiming's face. He pointed to a burly man with a ruddy complexion and a strong physique in the room and said:

"This is Ye Xin, our team's chaplain. He can talk to the dead."

Talking to the Dead is a priest's divine spell that allows the dead to speak, providing information without the need for the living.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xin waved to Ander, who was also pleasantly surprised. He hadn't expected that there would be such a hidden talent in this small team.

"Then there's nothing more to say. Just kill anyone who resists, but don't hit them on the head."

An hour later, in an apartment building next to a pink hair salon on the outskirts of Minzhou City, a group of people were crammed into a small room, drinking some kind of viscous black drug.

"Let me tell you, if I don't drink Dali for a day, I feel uncomfortable all over. If I drink Dali, I feel uncomfortable all day."

A man was loudly boasting about a cough medicine called "Popeye" in his hand.

"That's because you're not used to it. Drinking too much at once will give you diarrhea, just like ice. It'll feel bad the first time you do it."

The thin man next to him was enjoying the dizziness, a cigarette that was clearly spiked.

"Look at Binbin, he got drunk after just a few puffs, he's really lame."

A group of people looked at the skinny man called Binbin, mocked him, and boasted about their own bravery.

"Just kidding, I'm super brave and super good at ice skating."

A man emerged from the inner room, his left eye blindfolded. Upon seeing him, the group of drug addicts who had been reveling in the pleasure stopped their frolicking and paid him a salute.

"Hello, Brother Long."

"Brother Long, you're going to make a fortune!"

This is the organizer of this gathering, an underground drug lord known as One-Eyed, who is the supplier of this group of drug bosses.

But the word "one-eyed" doesn't sound very nice, so everyone calls him Brother Long.

How's the goods?

"Dali's sales are doing alright, but we haven't sold many fish."

One-Eyed scratched his head in frustration. He had been given a strict order to sell the Power Potion and the Ghost-Toothed Dragon Viper, but he was still far from doing so. Was he going to have to pay for it himself?

Just as those drug lords were trying every means to curry favor with One-Eye, hoping to get their drugs from him.

A sudden voice came from behind them.

"Open the door, I need to check the water meter!"

Chapter 106 If Only I Had Knew...

Inside the room, the group of drug lords looked at each other in surprise, but they all realized what was happening at the same time.

Their actions were surprisingly coordinated: one of the underlings, who had never used drugs before, blocked the door, while the others gathered up the things on the table and ran to the next room.

The cops have come to search the place. This shipment must be hidden well; getting caught means execution.

“Go through the window and up to the rooftop.”

One-Eyed gave orders to the group of drug lords. He was now filled with regret. If it weren't for the need to sell the "Powerful Water" as soon as possible, would he have bothered to gather these drug lords together?

Now look what's happened, the cops are here. I wonder which guy didn't notice when they arrived.

Fortunately, he had a batch of "Dapoxetine" on hand, which is in a gray area and not that deadly.

However, those drug lords were carrying real, hard-hitting drugs; otherwise, why would they be trying so hard to escape?

But what happened next was beyond their expectations. Just as the henchman reached the door and tried to brush off the cop,

The door was suddenly blown open, and a bullet flew in, piercing his arm.

One-Eye was startled. When did these cops become so fierce? They didn't even give a warning before opening fire.

"Don't move!"

A team of fully armed operatives walked in through the door in an orderly manner. The leader was carrying an automatic rifle with the muzzle pointed directly at One-Eyed.

In the other room, a drug lord had just opened the window when a bullet blew his head off from outside.

"Sniper!"

The previously valiant drug lord started screaming like a little girl. They were all gangsters who had never seen anything like this before.

"Even the crackdown back then didn't go this far..."

The voice of the drug lord seemed to float in the air; he felt he must have hit a brick wall and was still not fully awake.

"Damn it, I'll fight them to the death."

These guys were definitely involved with drugs. Several of them pulled out handguns from their pockets—domestic-made Black Star pistols, which have been very popular in the underworld in recent years.

"With so many of us, the advantage is on my side!"

One of the drug lords seemed to be somewhat educated, and he shouted to embolden the others.

But these guys, who had just drunk some strong liquor, were clearly unaware of the disparity in equipment between themselves and the enemy. When they rushed out of the room, they were met by well-equipped special forces.

The pistols they carried were pitifully small compared to the long guns and short cannons, to the point that most people lost their courage at first sight of them.

"I surrender, government, I'll tell you everything!"

One of the drug lords was clearly very experienced; he immediately dropped his weapon, covered his head, and crouched down, probably because he had done this kind of thing too many times before.

"Damn it, die!"

But not everyone is as obedient as him. One drug lord was probably really out of his mind and raised his gun without hesitation. But the next second, there were three bullet holes in his body.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the man was thrown over by the impact of the bullet, falling to the ground like a soft rag doll.

Seeing this man's fate, the drug bosses instantly lost all will to fight, and even the few drug-addicted idiots sobered up.

The scene was completely silent, but the members of the special operations team wouldn't just stand there. They quickly took control of the situation and presented each drug boss with a thoughtful silver bracelet.

Meanwhile, the rather pathetic Binbin was still lying on the sofa, drifting into a dream state induced by the medication.

As it turns out, being a loser wasn't so bad; at least it saved his life.

"Boss, is it really necessary to make such a fuss?"

One-Eye was pinned to the ground, the gun barrel pressed directly against the back of his head. The metallic touch sent shivers down his spine, and he dared not move an inch.

A man walked over and made a tactical gesture to the other team members, instructing them to pull the small-time drug lords away.

The pathetic Binbin was carried away and carelessly tossed onto the bed, while the other drug lords huddled by the bedside, each squatting in an awkward position.

"You're the one-eyed one?"

Ander looked at the man lying on the ground in front of him. He looked very ordinary, and it was hard to associate him with a drug lord.

The eyepatch on the one-eyed man was removed, revealing the perfectly intact eyeball inside.

"I am one-eyed."

As you watch, the one-eyed man's two eyes move around, clearly indicating that his eyeballs are normal.

"Then how come you have two eyes?"

"It looks fiercer this way."

One-Eyed remained calm, perhaps he had long anticipated this day, which made Ander feel quite bored.

"Do you think he's more useful dead or alive?"