Chapter 148 In the dim room, the air was filled with an ancient and oppressive atmosphere, with an indescribable smell of decay, as if secrets buried for thousands of years would revive from the shadows at any time. The light source in the center of the room was weak, casting a dim orange light in the corner, outlining the vague outlines of the men. The man wearing a medieval bird-beak mask was leaning leisurely on a leather chair, shaking a glass of amber wine in his hand. The liquid swayed gently in the glass, reflecting a cold light. He tilted his head slightly and looked at the man in fancy clothes standing by the window. His voice was hoarse and a little funny, "A strange guy has appeared recently, and he seems to be quite capable." The young man by the window was wearing an elegant suit, his shoulders were straight, and his whole body exuded an extremely restrained coldness. He was holding a photo tightly in his hand, the corners of the photo were pinched by his knuckles and slightly curled up, his fingers turned slightly white due to excessive force. The man in the elegant suit stared at the blurry figure in the photo, his eyes were deep and cold, as if some long-suppressed emotions were gradually gushing out. "It's him...it's really him...he is not dead..." The man in gorgeous clothes whispered with gritted teeth, his voice filled with uncontrollable anger and resentment. That familiar face was enough to awaken some darkness deep in his heart. The man in the bird-beak mask raised his eyebrows and put the wine glass in front of the mask with interest. He gently pried open the funny bird beak on the mask and slowly poured the wine into his mouth. A cold voice came from under the mask: "Oh? You hate this guy named Lu Mingfei so much? It seems that he is the man who seriously injured you. Do you want me to help you deal with him?" His words were deliberately frivolous, as if he was tasting the other person's anger playfully. "Shut up!" The man in fancy clothes suddenly looked up, with a cold light of anger in his eyes. He slammed the photo in his hand on the table with a low muffled sound, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time completely erupted at this moment. The man in the bird-beak mask chuckled with a kind of cold joy in his laughter. He did not retreat because of this. Instead, he leaned back on the chair more casually, spread his hands, and pretended to be innocent. "Why, you don't believe me? When you were seriously injured, I didn't choose to devour you. Instead, I have been protecting you." He paused, pretending to be sad, as if he was expressing the "deep affection" between brothers. "What's more, I am now cleaning up the traitors for you, and I have taken the initiative to form an alliance with you. I am willing to share this world with you. Brother, you are really heartbreaking for me as your brother." The man in the fancy clothes froze for a moment, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he thought of some bad memories. He soon regained his composure, snorted coldly, and said disdainfully: "Humph! The reason you didn't devour me is because you know that even if you devour me, you are not sure you can win the next war."
His voice became low and cold, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he slowly swept across the room, "The two brothers of the Bronze and Fire Kings have revived, the brother and sister of the Earth and Mountain Kings have also woken up, and that guy... is about to wake up." His eyes became even gloomier, "Only the whereabouts of the Ocean and Water King are still unclear. Surrounded by powerful enemies, what's the point of you swallowing me?" The atmosphere in the room suddenly turned cold. Silence fermented in the air, like gunpowder ready to explode. The eyes of the man with the bird-beak mask dimmed slightly, and then he returned to his indifferent look. He slowly put down the wine glass and let out a low sigh. "Brother, for thousands of years... we have been fighting." His voice became low, with an indescribable fatigue and vicissitudes, "The other pairs have never been like us, only we... are constantly fighting and killing each other. Brother, do you know why he created us?" The man in fancy clothes stared at him coldly without answering, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes. The voice of the man with the bird-beak mask gradually became low, with a whisper of memories: "Because of loneliness... He created us to fill his bottomless loneliness. In our position, loneliness is like a shadow that always lingers around us. Although other pairs of brothers and sisters occasionally fight, they can always rely on each other when they are lonely. Only we are constantly fighting... I am tired of loneliness." There was a rare kind of fatigue and sadness in his voice, as if thousands of years of fighting had already crushed the softness in his heart, leaving only a tired empty shell. The man in fancy clothes was silent for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was shaken by his words, but soon his expression hardened again, and he said sarcastically: "So, this is why you went to so much trouble to breed direct bloodline descendants?" The man with the bird-beak mask nodded slowly, with a complex tone, "Yes, brother. But you are the only one who can stand on equal footing with me." He slowly stood up, walked to the side of the man in fancy clothes, stretched out his hand, gently patted his shoulder, and said with a touch of tenderness and consolation, "Brother, let go of the grudges between each other. No matter what happened in the past, we are brothers from the same origin after all, connected by blood. Why don't you keep this power in your own hands and welcome the coming new world together?" A trace of struggle appeared on the face of the man in fancy clothes, but it was soon replaced by anger. He pushed away the hand of the man in the bird-beak mask, his eyes sharp and gloomy. He forcibly suppressed his inner emotions and gritted his teeth and said, "Don't think I will believe your nonsense! We betrayed each other and fought to death. The relationship between you and me is no longer a brotherhood, but only endless hatred!" The man in the bird-beak mask shook his head and sighed meaningfully, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, as if he felt sorry for his brother's stubbornness. "Maybe, brother, but whether you are willing to admit it or not, our fates have long been tied together." He said, with a firm and calm tone, "No matter what happens in the future, I will stand by your side, because you are my only relative and my only companion in this endless loneliness." Hearing this, the man in fancy clothes looked at him with a complicated expression and snorted coldly, "Japan is the hatchery we have chosen. I will deal with him personally." "Okay, but I have to remind you that the guy is not simple. I don't know how he is related to you, but do you remember the cocoon you got at the beginning? Part of that cocoon was used on this guy named Lu Mingfei. I once sent people to monitor him in a small town for eighteen years and nothing unusual happened. His changes happened in the past few months. He used to be a weapon made by me, the ultimate weapon to kill other Dragon Kings, but now this weapon is out of my control." The man with the bird's beak said in a low voice. "Cocoon? That cocoon really belongs to that person?" The expression of the man in fancy clothes suddenly became solemn, as if he was facing a powerful enemy. "In 1900, I thought so, but in 1943, the Third Reich's exploration of the Far North broke my guess." The man with the bird-beak mask whispered, his eyes revealing unfathomable meaning, "The guy's real cocoon is still in the Far North. We have sent the forces of Twilight Dogma to search for decades. I believe there will be results soon." He slowly took off the mask, revealing a cold and fanatical face underneath, his eyes flashing with ambition and expectation, "Ragnarok is coming. Norton and Jörmungandr woke up too late and have not yet gathered their strength, but we are different. Our time is coming." However, the man in fancy clothes did not listen any further. He turned around coldly and walked away with firm steps, as if he paid no attention to this fanatical brother. The man in the bird-beak mask watched him quietly as he left. His eyes gradually became deep and gloomy. He slowly put the mask back on, hiding all the emotions on his face, and whispered softly: "Brother...one day, you will understand." The dim room returned to silence again, with only the faint aroma of wine in the air, as if whispering that the thousand-year-old feud between the brothers was destined to usher in a new chapter in this catastrophe.
………… "Brother, where are we going now?" Constantine asked, holding the corner of Old Tang's clothes, with a candied haws in his other hand. Old Tang next to him was holding a telescope and looking at the Three Gorges Dam not far away. "We have to find a way to get into Bronze City now. Damn it! Why are there so many patrolling officers and soldiers?" Old Tang put down the telescope and cursed. He had been observing near the Three Gorges Dam for a few days. There are now a lot of armed police patrolling on the river every day in front of the Three Gorges Dam, and there is even an army stationed nearby. According to what he had learned in the past two days, although the Three Gorges Dam was originally well-prepared, its main defense was still against enemy air strikes and spies in the mainland, so it had not reached the current situation of facing a great enemy. However, several violent explosions were detected near the Three Gorges Dam not long ago, and they were clearly visible even from the shore several kilometers away. Some nearby residents even saw strange things and the roars of mysterious creatures. From that day on, the security force of the Three Gorges Dam was upgraded to the highest level. There were people patrolling the river 24 hours a day, and the nearby military camps were also ready to be deployed at any time. Although Old Tang or Norton had not fully recovered their strength, they could still break through the blockade of ships on the river. However, the situation they would face after breaking through the blockade gave them a headache. He wanted to return to Bronze City to breed a dragon body, but it would take time to breed a dragon body. If he broke through the blockade of the river and returned to Bronze City, the Chinese military would definitely explode. The existence of Bronze City would definitely not be concealed. After being in human society for so long, he knew the power of nuclear bombs. Although he knew that they would not drop nuclear bombs in such an important area, he did not dare to gamble. What if? Breeding a dragon body was when he was the weakest. If a nuclear bomb really came, he might not be able to stop it. If he activated the alchemical matrix of the Bronze City, he was confident that he could block one or two nuclear bombs, but if he fully activated the defense system of the Bronze City, the noise would be too loud, which was clearly telling others to come here and fight the boss. "Don't move, raise your hand!" Just when Old Tang was having a headache, a loud roar came from behind him, which scared him. His attention was completely on the river and he didn't pay attention to the situation behind him at all. "Sir...is there anything I can help you with?" Old Tang turned his head and saw a paramilitary police officer pointing a pistol at him. "Two suspicious persons were found on the shore, requesting support." The armed police ignored him and shouted into the walkie-talkie. "Hey, hey, hey, sir, you are framing innocent people. We are just ordinary tourists who come here to travel." Old Tang explained quickly. "This place has been completely blocked in recent times, and it's impossible for tourists to come in. Stop quibbling! We have also observed you sneaking around this place with a telescope for a few days. Come with us." The armed police completely ignored Lao Tang's meaning and continued to point their guns at him. Old Tang looked at the armed police in front of him with a headache. He had fully expected this situation to happen. "Brother, what should we do?" Constantine beside him asked naively, holding the corner of his clothes, still holding the candied haws in his hand. The syrup was shining brightly in the setting sun. There was a bit of naivety and ignorance on his face, as if he didn't understand the tension of the current situation at all. Just as he was hesitating whether to take action directly, several more hurried footsteps came from behind him, obviously the armed police reinforcements had arrived. A hint of coldness flashed across Old Tang's eyes. He took a deep breath and whispered to Constantine, "No matter what happens later, follow me closely. Do you hear me?" Constantine nodded in confusion. At this time, the armed police team had surrounded them. The leading armed police commander looked at Lao Tang coldly and said in a stern tone: "Your identity has aroused suspicion. Please put down your belongings immediately and come with us." The smile on Old Tang's face gradually disappeared. He looked around sharply and said in a deep voice, "I'll say it again, we are just ordinary tourists. There is no need for such a big fuss, right?" "Ordinary tourists?" The commander snorted coldly, obviously not believing it. "Would an ordinary tourist sneak around the restricted area of the Three Gorges Dam for a few days? Do you think we will believe your lies so easily?" In a rented house in the city not far away, Susie and the people from the Executive Bureau looked at the contents on the surveillance screen in disbelief and reported to Long Stadt beside them, "Norton has been discovered by the Chinese authorities. What should we do now?" "It depends on whether he plans to escape or start a fight directly. If he launches an attack on the Chinese government, we will be in big trouble. I guess the secrets of the Dragon Clan will be lost." Long Stadt said seriously. Just as they were looking at the surveillance equipment with nervous expressions, the door of the rental house was kicked open by someone, accompanied by a loud roar. "Everyone raise your hands, don't move!" Susie's face changed and she quickly raised her hands, but her eyes unconsciously glanced at the screen. On the screen, Old Tang was fleeing quickly in the dense forest with Constantine, and several armed police teams were chasing them from behind. Longstadt raised his hand calmly, his eyes calm, and he did not seem panicked. He turned his head slightly and said to the armed police: "We are just ordinary tourists." The captain of the armed police snorted coldly, obviously not believing what they said, "Ordinary tourists? Ordinary tourists would bring so many surveillance devices and easily enter such a heavily guarded area? Come back with us and let us investigate!"
Susie's palms were already oozing with sweat, and she gritted her teeth secretly, but in such a situation, she could only obey orders. Long Stad remained calm, his eyes still fixed on the fleeing Old Tang on the surveillance screen. (End of this chapter)