Chapter 145 Lu Mingfei: I Want to Drive a Jeep
"Their plan failed."

Henkel waved the simple receiver in his hand towards Angers behind him.

"You think it's a pity?"

Behind him, Ange picked up the black tea on the table, looking lazy like an idle old man reading a newspaper at home.

Norma continued to report diligently in the Bluetooth headset worn on her left ear.

It’s a really interesting picture.

Both of them are important members of the secret party and are collecting information using their own independent intelligence agencies.

There are at least ten such configurations in various factions of the secret party.

Strictly speaking, though, although Henkel enjoyed a seat in the Secret Party, he was not a formal member of it, and the alliance negotiations between them had been stagnant for half a century since the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor.

Ange proved with practical actions that, except for himself, the native American mixed-race people represented by Henkel would not side with any party in the secret party.

"How can I not feel pity?"

Han Gao's figure was a little hunched. The old man was leaning on a cane. The sunlight shone on him, casting a short shadow on the mahogany floor.

Who wouldn't be tempted by something that would make the European secret party go to such great lengths and even give away research data that an ancient family was determined to get back?

"Some of the old guys from your and my generation have already died, some are lying on hospital beds with catheters inserted, waiting to die, and some are sleeping in hibernation pods, and I don't know if they can wake up. Their bloodline is really a tragedy for them. Half-bloods don't die from disease, they can only feel their organs failing bit by bit. After all, they are only half dragons."

He came to the other side of Ange and sat down. The figure looked unusually thin next to Ange's tall body.

Han Gao sighed, then pointed at himself.

"I am old, too, and can hardly hold a gun, and my spirit is like those hunters in the past who were unwilling to accept revolvers and are still thinking about the old-fashioned receiver."

"I envy you for still being young. If you go to a bar in Texas, there will probably be girls who will be attracted to a handsome old man like you, right?"

The room was dead silent, with only the clicking sound of the wall clock being heard.

".A hundred years have passed, and you are still as agile as ever, even faster than before."

Although Han Gao was old, he was still sharp.

He clearly felt that some time that belonged to him had been cut off.

At this moment, he was holding an old-fashioned revolver with gold pattern in his hand. The black tea beside him was suddenly missing half, and a 0.5-inch bullet was lying in his other hand.

And Ange was still looking at the newspaper in his hand, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

"You're still so cool."

Han Gao shook his head and pushed the bullet back into the magazine.

I still remember that in the early twentieth century, this guy who still had some youthfulness in him always liked to rely on time to create a handsome look, which charmed many girls in Texas.

Then he shrugged.

"The most urgent task is to deal with the European masters. We have contributed gold to them for two hundred years, and we will not allow their greed to touch this land again."

"You don't need to worry about this. My attitude will not change. The mixed-bloods in America will stand behind you."

Han Gao lay on his back in the chair. He had a more open-minded view of aging. "The family still has many outstanding descendants. They are young, enthusiastic, and full of pursuit of the unknown. Angers, as an educator, you should know this."

"Then I have to say that there may be something wrong with your education. They are still dreaming of becoming the new dragon clan, just like they have always coveted the seats of the European nobles."

Angers does not have much affection for the pampered mixed-races of today, which is why he aspires to become an educator.

Arrogant, greedy, wanting to stand on the top of the mountain and overlook everything, elegant and graceful, with not a trace of blood on his sleeves.

Such people do not have the determination to slay the dragon. If they are allowed to go forward, the result will not be much different from that of Ham.

Standing too high, with a broad field of vision and seeing too much, it is impossible to fully devote your attention to the battlefield with dragons.

"New, Dragon Clan?"

Han Gao smiled bitterly and shook his head. Is the world so open nowadays?
You know, if such words were said a hundred years in advance, you could go to the cemetery where ancient heroes are enshrined to find him.

The traitor will die in the most humiliating way before the heroes who died for the cause of slaying the dragon.

What's wrong with this era?
Hen Gao still remembered that in the past, a group of young men rode on horses, holding alchemical revolvers, clinked glasses with each other, drank strong liquor soaked in bullets, and then sang ancient songs and rushed towards the dragon's lair without hesitation.

Until every wall was stained red with blood, until the last man dragged the dragon's broken body out, facing the sunshine and the cheers of the next group of cowboys who were about to die, announcing that they had added a tiny victory to this eternal war.

There are enough tombstones to fill the beaches of Texas.

Have such people become extinct?

"They never realized the true difference between humans and dragons."

Ange smiled and said, "In the eyes of pure-blood dragons, hybrids are dwarfs. But now it is humans who are active in the world. Humans gather together because of instinct, and hybrids huddle together for warmth because of the sorrow of blood. However, dragons are isolated because of their loneliness and conquests with each other."

"Humanity's victory over dragons has never been based on individual strength. Humanity's era is constantly evolving and is driven by the collective."

Angé looked up at the secret history of slaying the dragon engraved on the wall of the Hen Gao family.

"Two thousand years ago, it took us the collapse of an empire to kill a dragon. A thousand years ago, it took us several legions to kill a dragon. Two hundred years ago, it only took us a half-blood monarch and enough explosives to kill a dragon. Fifty years ago, our technology was enough to kill the next generation underwater off the coast of Chile and prevent a tsunami that could flood western South America."

"Humanity has been developing and inheriting past experiences. When a dragon has reached its limit, the human race is still far from reaching its own limit."

"Compared to dragons who have never changed, humans have been making progress all the time."

“Just like the country under my feet, it took only two hundred years for it to go from a group of independent wanderers to achieve world hegemony.”

“You should become a human historian.”

Han Gao nodded.

"Perhaps I should send my children to your academy, so that they won't be abandoned by the times one day."

"I am already an old man who has prepared his own coffin."

Ange replied: "However, I welcome you to send your children here."

“If all goes well, Cassel College will have a very good educator.”

(End of this chapter)