Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

He simply couldn't understand what was going on!

"Well, I'm going to start the countdown. I'll give you 10 seconds to think about it. If I don't have an answer after 10 seconds, everyone here will be buried with you. You won't be alone on the road to hell, although people like you will most likely go to hell."

Ye Fan made the decision immediately and picked up the refilled cup of black tea.

He brought the teacup to his lips, took a sip, then put it down and began counting: "Second 1."

Time passed second by second, and every second was like a heavy hammer, hitting the heart of the Howard family patriarch.

For the head of the family, 10 seconds is still too short!

If it was his usual self, he could easily go from boki to ejaculation in 10 seconds. But that was his usual self, and now he was the head of the family.

10 seconds is too short for the head of a family to make a decision!

Chapter 218 is too short!

"Second second, third second..."

Ye Fan's voice was calm and soothing, without any impatience, but with an irresistible sense of oppression.

The entire back of the Howard family head was soaked with cold sweat.

His lips turned pale and his hands kept shaking. Even so, he didn't dare to leave his thighs or make any unnecessary movements.

His mind was in a mess. On one side was his family's century-old foundation and dignity, and on the other side was the death threat posed by the devil-like man in front of him.

"Nine seconds..."

"I promise you, I promise you!"

When Ye Fan counted to the 9th second, the head of the Howard family finally collapsed.

He raised his head and shouted loudly at Ye Fan, his voice becoming hoarse due to fear and despair.

But his hands were still flat on his thighs, and he looked like a student eager to answer the teacher's questions.

"Ah! It's been a pleasure working with you, Mr. Howard."

Ye Fan smiled, a sincere smile on his face.

As his words fell, the pressure as heavy as a mountain disappeared without a trace in an instant.

All that was left in Howard's eyes was Ye Fan's gentle smile, and he let out a long breath.

My heart was aching because of the extreme tension just now. I felt like I had really stepped half a foot into hell and could be doomed at any time.

In his opinion, Ye Fan in front of him must be a devil from hell. Once he made the wrong choice, the other party would definitely pull out his soul and tear his flesh apart without hesitation!

“Praise God!”

As an arms dealer who has never believed in any empty things in his life, the patriarch of the Howard family is now grateful to God for his mercy from the bottom of his heart.

He felt that it must be the merciful God who saved him from the clutches of the devil.

"Okay, then take me to see my property." Ye Fan's calm voice sounded again, interrupting his thoughts.

When Mr. Howard heard this, the gratitude he had just felt towards God disappeared without a trace in an instant, and he even regretted his prayer just now.

He looked at Ye Fan, the greed in his heart made him want to refuse, but the cold sweat on his back kept warning him that if he made the wrong choice, he would lose everything.

Finally, he lowered his proud head, forced a flattering smile on his face, and like a conscientious butler, he stood up respectfully and said:

"Okay, I'll take you to visit our military factory."

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of slaps exploded in the living room, with unquestionable majesty.

The flattering smile on the face of the Howard family head froze instantly, and half of his cheek became red and swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He looked at Ye Fan in disbelief. There was no warmth in his watery blue eyes at this moment, as if he was looking at an insignificant object.

"Your military factory?" Ye Fan withdrew his hand, his tone calm, but the air suddenly became three points colder.

"Ah! No, no!" The head of the Howard family suddenly came back to his senses, and the stinging pain on his cheek made him sober instantly.

He plopped down on the ground, half kneeling, his forehead almost touching the carpet, his voice filled with undisguised fear:

"It's your military factory! The entire Howard family is your private property from today on! Your will is our principle, and your orders are the law of heaven that cannot be violated!"

The core members of the Howard family around were all silent. The trace of hope that had remained in their hearts had been shattered by Ye Fan's sudden slap.

They finally understood that this seemingly gentle young man in front of them was definitely not someone they could contend with.

His kindness only exists in the intervals between crushing his opponents, and his patience is never given to those who try to challenge his authority.

Ye Fan nodded slightly, accepting his statement.

"Lead the way. I want to see how strong the Howard family's foundation is."

The head of the Howard family was as if he had been pardoned. He quickly got up from the ground, covering his swollen cheeks, and diligently led the way.

He didn't dare to complain at all, and even secretly felt lucky that Ye Fan had only taken action instead of taking his life directly -

The power contained in that slap just now was enough to easily crush his skull. The other party obviously showed mercy.

The convoy set off again, and this time the destination was not the Howard family's official industry, but headed towards a tributary of the Mississippi River outside Chicago.

The car stopped at a seemingly ordinary riverside park. The head of the Howard family took Ye Fan through the dense woods and came to an entrance disguised as a flood prevention material warehouse.

"This was originally a temporary material yard during river dredging. We spent three years digging out this production workshop 20 meters below the riverbed."

Patriarch Howard explained as he entered the password:

"The park above and the surrounding residential areas are all properties we purchased. They can conceal our presence and serve as the first line of defense."

"Originally, we could have built a factory and started production directly, but as you know, the world's control over hybrids is getting stricter and stricter, so we can only build an underground factory."

Patriarch Howard explained.

"I think there's more to it than that. There must be some shameful things inside, right? Otherwise, given the nature of the Secret Party, it would want more weapons in the hands of the hybrid."

Ye Fan glanced coldly at the head of the Howard family.

With cold sweat running down his cheeks, Patriarch Howard said flatteringly, "You're right, we did do some wrong things before, but I promise that these things will never happen again."

"That's the best." Ye Fan nodded, then turned his head and said gently, "If you can't be consistent in your words and deeds, then I will help you to be consistent in your words and deeds. As for what happened in the middle, it is not within my consideration."

"Your orders are my direction of progress." The head of the Howard family said with a flattering look on his face.

Ye Fan nodded and ignored it.

The head of the Howard family led the way in front, and Ye Fan followed behind.

The heavy steel gate slowly rose, revealing the deep passage below.

The elevator descended rapidly. About half a minute later, the scene before them made the accompanying EVA couldn't help but let out a slight exclamation.

This is an underground space large enough to accommodate several large transport planes. The roar and the sound of metal colliding are intertwined into an industrial symphony.

Countless automated production lines are like giant silver pythons, shining with a cold and hard luster under the lights.

Robotic arms precisely assemble parts of firearms, conveyor belts carry finished grenades into the testing area, and in a workshop farther away, tank tracks and fighter jet wings are slowly moving on the assembly line.

Workers in uniform work clothes are busy beside the production line. Most of them are middle-aged people with ordinary faces, their eyes are focused and numb.

Occasionally, a few young men with very different temperaments walked by, their eyes carrying a subtle arrogance. They were the members of the Howard family who had awakened their mixed-race bloodline.

They are responsible for overseeing the operation of the production line and handling precise processes that cannot be solved by automated equipment.

Chapter 219 Production Workshop

"The entire workshop has a total of 1200 workers, 317 of whom are mixed-bloods, and 46 of whom are of B-level or higher bloodline."

The Howard family head followed behind Ye Fan, like a diligent tour guide:

"The production line has an automation rate of 92%, and mainly produces light weapons, individual blasting devices, and core components for some heavy equipment. The assembly of tanks and aircraft needs to be moved to other factory areas, but the key parts are all produced here."

Ye Fan's eyes swept over the busy workers, his fingertips lightly stroking the cold conveyor belt. "Do these ordinary people know who they are working for?"

"All they know is that they are working for a multinational defense company and the compensation is three times the industry average."

Patriarch Howard whispered, "It's the family's rule to never reveal the existence of hybrids to ordinary people."

"You're doing pretty well on the bottom line." Ye Fan smiled and walked to an assembly line that was producing sniper rifles.

He picked up a newly assembled rifle and gently brushed his fingers across the gun body. The originally cold metal instantly emitted a faint golden glow.

"These are the weapons produced by the Howard family. They all meet the highest international standards. Every gun we ship will never have any accidents during use!"

Patriarch Howard introduced them, his face full of pride.

"The accuracy is good, but the material strength can be increased by 30%. Change the material formula here to this."

He casually drew a line in the air, and a golden stream of data was injected into the control terminal next to him.

The head of the Howard family leaned over to take a look, and his pupils suddenly contracted - it was a brand new alloy formula, and the ratio of several elements in it was completely beyond the knowledge of existing materials science.

"This...this is..."

"Just let your people try and find out."

"You should know that I am the world's number one alchemist among the hybrids. Although this material is a casual creation, it is more than enough for you to use."

Ye Fan put the rifle back on the conveyor belt. "The barrel produced with this formula can withstand continuous shooting of 12.7mm bullets, and the barrel life is extended to five times the original."

The head of the Howard family immediately ordered someone to conduct an experiment. He would not be stupid enough to doubt the authenticity of what Ye Fan said.

The other party has already grasped the lifeline of their entire family and is the undisputed number one alchemy master. There is no need to deceive them.

But he didn't expect that the alchemist would be such an extraordinary existence.

From the perspective of a war criminal, alchemy, if used well, can completely influence the start of a war!

The entire visit lasted two hours. Ye Fan put forward precise improvement suggestions for each production line, from the ammunition charge to the missile guidance algorithm, and even made fine adjustments to the conveyor belt's running speed.

His suggestions seemed random, but they always hit the nail on the head, leaving the engineers standing by stunned.

Ye Fan was not bored at all. These would all be his properties in the future. If the things he made were only of this standard, he, Ye Fan, could not afford to lose face.

"The production room is very complete and has the basic conditions to independently produce most of the weapons."

Ye Fan stood in the middle of the workshop, looking around at the steel jungle, with a hint of satisfaction in his tone, "From today on, everything here belongs to me."