Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Thirteen streams of light emanated from his watch, condensing into miniature terminals in front of each representative: "Detailed specifications and quotes have been sent. Interested gentlemen and ladies can place orders now."

The blue light of the terminal screen illuminated greedy faces.

Rhine Howard stood up suddenly, his medical restraints creaking. "This is impossible! Alchemy has never..."

2% of the arms in the half-blood world and the mortal world are controlled by the Howard family. This may not sound like a high proportion, but in fact 50% are controlled by the armies of various countries.

The truly free arms dealers are all half-bloods, and none of them are ordinary people. So in other words, the Howard family controls 4% of the arms sales in the entire half-blood world.

This is by no means a small business. Half-bloods may lack anything, but they cannot lack weapons. The secret party’s demand for weapons is even greater.

Although the Equipment Department can provide some special equipment, the vast majority of enforcement personnel use mass-produced weapons, which are no different from those used by ordinary mortal armies.

Therefore, the Howard family has a great influence, especially in terms of war, so Ryan Howard has always been proud of his family's use of force.

But what Ye Fan showed has seriously affected his pride.

As long as the pistol is industrially produced rather than crudely made by oneself, it can threaten those hybrids below C level or even B level.

Because hybrids are still humans after all, carbon-based creatures. They don't have perfect dragon scales, nor do they share damage with bones all day long.

Even if they are a half-blood, they will be injured as long as the bullet hits their body. Only a few A-level half-bloods who have mastered powerful words can ignore the damage of bullets.

For example, Chu Zihang's Jun Yan. If it were Chu Zihang, facing the bullets flying all over the sky, he could use his A-level bloodline to activate Jun Yan and turn all those alloy bullets into molten iron.

Other word spirits that can achieve similar effects include Time Zero, Moment, Dustless Land, etc.

Except for the Kamaitachi, of course, which only lets you listen carefully to the sound of bullets hitting your body. (This is a joke, of course.)

If Caesar used the Kamaitachi, he would be able to predict the trajectory of the bullet in advance and make corresponding defensive moves or dodge in advance.

This is the charm of hot weapons, which is absolutely incomparable to ordinary cold weapons.

But what Ye Fan demonstrated has far exceeded the scope of thermal weapons.

If hot weapons symbolize the era after cold weapons, then what Ye Fan showed symbolizes the era after hot weapons.

This is a product that transcends the times!

Chapter 215 Times have changed

"Sit down, Rhine." Han Gao scrolled through the screen without looking up, his voice suddenly sounding ten years older. "Times have changed."

"But this is too much. How can there be such a prosthesis? The prostheses in the current medical field can only barely assist disabled people in their movements." Ryan said anxiously.

"Shut up Ryan!" the old man's voice was low.

The dragon might of the S-class hybrid erupted, and Ryan Howard quickly shut his mouth. He was still inwardly afraid of this old patriarch, the leader of the North American hybrid world.

"Please forgive the young man's recklessness and ignorance." Henkel said apologetically.

"I always thought I was a generous person." Ye Fan smiled, "And generous people should give young people more opportunities."

"You are indeed a generous gentleman. I am very happy to be able to talk to a gentleman like you as an elder." Han Gao also smiled back.

The old and the young were both smiling, and they saw the tacit understanding between them as leaders on each other's faces.

Looking at the two people who were in perfect harmony, Ange, who was standing in the crowd, showed a look of disgust.

"Tsk, that's not your son, that's my son! My son! Do you think you're worthy of using the status of an elder? Even if you do, it's just because you're of the same generation as me..." Angers was indignant.

Who are you to be so arrogant in front of my son?

Of course, no one present would understand Ange's psychological activities.

Because on the surface Ange still maintained a cynical look, this rejuvenated old gentleman attracted the attention of many beautiful women at the scene just by standing there.

Of course, he wouldn't dare flirt with women in front of his son now...

"These are truly magical creations." The old man looked at the various alchemical organs on the screen and the alchemical spine in Ye Fan's hand.

He is very old, over 100 years old, and even his spine feels a little weak.

If he could replace it with the one in Ye Fan's hand, Han Gao believed that his slightly bent back should be able to straighten up again.

If he were to replace some other alchemical organs, his combat power might be even stronger than in his prime!

"But these creations are so amazing, so perfect."

"I don't think an old man like me and the 13 families present here are qualified to let you directly take out these things and sell them."

"You can definitely use these things to create an alchemical army that transcends time!"

The old man looked up at Ye Fan, his eyes flashing, "What do you want in exchange?"

"Huh? I'm already creating an alchemy army, and all I've produced are defective products. Why are you looking at me with such admiration? Do I look like someone who petitions for the people?" Ye Fan maintained an unfathomable expression on the surface, but inwardly he was already complaining.

Looking at Han Gao's expression of gratitude and even admiration, he knew that Han Gao must have had some wrong ideas.

But seeing Ye Fan remained silent, Han Gao smiled knowingly again.

That's right, we're still young! We're clearly doing good things, but we're too embarrassed to say it out loud, so I have to say it next!

It doesn’t matter. In return for your kindness, I, an old man, will give up my reputation!

Henkel was well aware that this was both a deal and a military deterrent.

Just like an ordinary arms race between major powers, Ye Fan now displayed these civilian and military alchemical prostheses to show them that Cassel is now more powerful.

Whether it is out of their own needs or a clash of forces, this is a hit on a famous brand, and they must buy these alchemical prostheses. If others have them and you don't, then you are regressing and falling behind.

Similarly, what Ye Fan showed was definitely not all of his alchemical creations. Cassel must have a better alchemical prosthesis!

Ye Fan: No, I’m just short of money and want to exchange it with you guys…

Han Gao looked at Ye Fan, looking into his blue eyes. Under those blue eyes as calm as the sea, he saw majesty.

That is definitely not the power and authority that can be symbolized by the golden eyes...

What a scary boy! Let me hear your purpose.

Seeing Han Gao about to say something shocking, Ye Fan interrupted him. He just came here to make money, not to be worshipped.

"Exclusive distribution rights in North America."

Ye Fan turned on the lights again, the restaurant slowly rotated, and the night view of Chicago outside the window flowed like a starry river.

"And your convenience in human society."

The thirteen representatives exchanged glances.

There was a hint of...confusion in their eyes.

Is that all you ask? This was the thought on the minds of all 13 delegates.

Even if Ye Fan didn't mention it, Cassel now enjoys these conveniences. Cassel trains mixed-bloods and inputs them into the secret party.

Except for the direct descendants of their family, almost all the mixed-bloods were born in Kassel and would eventually join the secret party.

Then Cassel is almost equivalent to half a secret party.

All of the secret parties of power that Ye Fan mentioned above have them, and Cassel must have them all too. Although they didn't say it openly, it was something everyone knew.

But it’s a good idea to take advantage of a good deal.

Everyone looked at each other and made up their minds.

They must buy this thing, otherwise they will be the ones left behind if others buy it!

The lessons accumulated over the years have proven a truth - those who fall behind will be beaten!

Three minutes later, General Howard was the first to sign the electronic contract.

Next came Vanderbilt, Morgan, Rockefeller... When Henkel finally put his stamp on the document, the banquet hall erupted in applause.

Ange raised his glass in greeting and whispered to Ye Fan, "You just bought half of America with alchemy."

Ye Fan touched his wine glass, and the crystals clashed and made a crisp sound: "No, I just gave them a future that they couldn't refuse."

He looked out the window. The lights of Chicago were as bright as stars. "And they gave too much. I can't help it..."

Now, just from the down payments paid in advance for completing orders, Ye Fan already has 100 billion US dollars in his hands. You have to know that his assets at his peak were only a little over 10 billion US dollars.

These mixed-race families are really rich. They have ruled human society for so many years, and the wealth they have accumulated is simply unimaginable!

As an outstanding successor of socialism, Ye Fan firmly believed in his heart that he must squeeze all the money out of these capitalists whose pores are bleeding stinky blood!

As for whether someone will call Ye Fan a capitalist in the future?

Ye Fan would just sit in his high-end leather chair, drink the best red wine, and look down on that person with the face of a stinking capitalist and say:

"Young man, you are still too young~"

Chapter 216 Howard

The night is as dark as ink, gently embracing the prosperity of Chicago.

The noise of the dinner gradually faded away. The motorcade arranged by Henkel himself was already waiting outside the banquet hall. The black sedan was like a dormant beast, exuding a calm aura.

After saying goodbye to Ange and others, Ye Fan set off for the hotel.

Inside the car, the air was still filled with the mixed smell of champagne and high-end perfume from the dinner. Ye Fan leaned back in the comfortable seat, closed his eyes and rested, but his mind was thinking about the next plan.

The car drove smoothly into the gate of the five-star hotel, and the waiter respectfully opened the door for Ye Fan.

As you step into the hotel room, luxurious decoration comes into view. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows offer a panoramic view of the city's night view. The flashing neon lights are like an overturned jewelry box.

After a simple wash, Ye Fan lay down on the bed wearing comfortable clothes. He seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, but in fact, all his senses were in a state of high alert.

He knew that his appearance and those alchemical prosthetic bodies that were enough to overturn the situation would inevitably affect the interests of certain people, and tonight would definitely not be peaceful.

"Someone turned off the surveillance." EVA's voice sounded.

"I know." Ye Fan still closed his eyes, "I'm looking forward to how the North American hybrid will complete the assassination."

"By the way, please help me record a video. Although I don't need evidence, as a gentleman, sometimes producing evidence can better reflect my justice."

Ye Fan said to EVA.

"I will check the hotel's surveillance video from time to time."

"that would be great."

Time passed by minute by minute, and the room was so quiet that the only sound I could hear was my own steady breathing.