Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 359 Stormy Night (3) - Angers

(What happened at the same time as beating the White King)

"What's going on?" Flamel returned to the command room.

Finkel's eyes were almost dazzled, and he threw the list aside. "That's it, nearly a hundred A-level bloodlines, including family members and hunters."

"Very good, mission accomplished." Flamel praised.

"I also did something else." Finkel pointed at the screen, "I checked the information of ferries and trains. Almost a quarter of these nearly 100 people are already on their way to Hokkaido."

"Are you kidding?" Flamel asked.

"No."

"Oh my god..." Flamel rubbed his wrinkled face, "We betrayed the old rogue's trust and let all these people who came to join in the fun into Hokkaido."

"It seems that the principal didn't give us such an order." Finkel's eyes rolled, "Our mission is to stay here, not to fight. That, Ling and Qilan, their mission is to stop them. They didn't do their job well."

"Have you informed them?"

"We've notified them, but they can't stop it."

"That's good, that's good." Flamel walked to another large screen, which showed a red dot moving quickly on the longitude and latitude map. "At this speed... is Lu Mingfei taking a plane?"

"As for airplanes... only the latest generation of fighter jets can have this speed, right?" Finkel also stared at it.

As the command center, we can now have some understanding of the battle situation, all thanks to Gattuso's help.

Although Flamel didn't like Pompey, Pompey did help him a lot in Japan's affairs.

For example, the punishment launcher in his arms and Gattuso's ultimate weapon, the Sword of Damocles. When Flamel heard Pompey talk about it, he couldn't believe that Gattuso could have come up with such a theoretical thing.

A space-based kinetic weapon developed jointly by the Gattuso family and the Russian Federal Space Agency. In layman's terms, these guys sent a pointed rod made of tungsten-uranium alloy into the sky, carried by a low-Earth satellite and tracked by a constellation of satellites.

Whichever country this goes to will suffer, this thing is powerful enough to rival nuclear weapons.

Without Norma, all positioning depends on the satellite provided by Gattuso.

Generally, what can be taken out are not the most important things. Flamel concluded that Gattuso has other ultimate weapons.

Gattuso is really... not very impressive on weekdays, but he makes big moves at critical moments.

What's funny is that Frost has no time to manage the family business, but why does he have to seize the management rights of the academy? Is he free?

"It's time for our hero to appear." Flamel immediately took out his cell phone and called Angers while instructing Finkel: "Determine the location of the Sky Patrol (near-Earth satellite) and calculate the time."

"It's really troublesome." Finkel said sleepily, "Maybe the problem can be solved directly, why would there be any need for divine punishment and nuclear bombs?"

"Just follow the plan and don't worry about it," Flamel said.

Finkel could only follow the instructions, calculate the time, confirm the location, summarize all the data and give it to Flamel.

"I'll take a nap, you can talk to the principal slowly." Finkel covered his face with newspaper.

Flamel sat in the corner and talked to Ange about the current situation, and told Ange the time it would take for the Sky Patrol to reach the designated location.

"I understand. He will send the White King to the punishment of God." said Angé.

"Old rogue, are you sure this will work? The situation is totally out of control now." Flamel was worried and took a sip of wine to relieve his boredom. "Although I know what you want to do, this is the first time I'm really involved."

"You don't really think that the Eight Snake Clan can defeat the White King, do you?" Angers asked with a smile, "Rely on Uesugi Yue and the others?"

"Jörmungandr and Han Qiu are also helping the Eight Clans of Sheqi."

"Han Qiu is not capable enough to participate in such a war. He relies on Jörmungandr, but Jörmungandr is no match for the White King. If I'm not mistaken, Jörmungandr and the White King have already started fighting."

"Aren't you afraid that it won't be the White King who dies under the punishment of heaven because of Jörmungandr's trouble?"

"That guy is not a fool, he knows what to do," said Ange.

"I hope so. Your plan is very risky." Flamel said seriously.

"There is no war with dragons without risks. I trust my students."

"What's the point of the nuclear bomb?" Flamel asked.

Ange suddenly fell silent, and after a long while he said, "I don't want to use such weapons, but you know, you have to be on guard against dragons."

“Sometimes I think you’re crazy.”

"I can take that as a compliment."

"Forty seconds later, the Sky Patrol arrived at the designated location. He was still some distance away from there."

"Although I hate dragons, I never underestimate their power." Ange soothed, "Stay calm, Flamel."

"I'm calm," Flamel said, "but you are the one who made the plan, and I want you to experience this pleasure. I know you, old rogue, how can you not enjoy this moment?"

"I know you too. You're just a little sentimental sometimes, but you'll still do that." Angé laughed.

"Twenty seconds left, old rascal."

"Let me hear the countdown. Chu Zihang, Caesar and I have already separated."

"Wait!" Flamel stood up and exclaimed, "He stopped, Ange, he stopped, there is still some distance from the designated position, no, he started running back."

Finkel took away the newspaper and glanced at the screen.

The red dot is getting farther and farther away from the predetermined position, and the Sky Patrol will miss it in ten seconds.

To reach this position, one needs to circle the earth once. The power of the divine punishment is unquestionable, but it is still not enough to hit a moving target, and even requires the cooperation of the enemy.

If the enemy doesn't cooperate, find a way to make him cooperate.

Obviously, no one is cooperating now.

"How could this happen?" asked Ange.

"How should I know?" Flamel held the launcher tightly in his hand. "We are already far away from this area. Are you still going to launch it?"

Angers silence continued until the time for throwing was missed, "Give it up."

"The time has passed. We have to give up even if we don't want to." Flamel smiled indifferently and said, "Old rogue, your students don't seem to cooperate with your plan."

"Maybe there is another situation, or maybe the White King has been dealt with." Angé guessed.

"What about the nuclear bomb?" Flamel asked, "Should I tell the pilot to return?"

"Wait a little longer. If there is an ending, the Sheqi Eight Clan will tell me."

"I am concerned about another thing." Flamel said: "If your students did not follow this plan, does it mean that Han Qiu and Jörmungandr will not be dealt with by him personally?"

Ange didn't know how to answer. Nuclear bombs were meant to solve this kind of situation and were the third level of protection.

Now is the time to use this guarantee, but Angers hesitated.

"I need to call Ahe." said Ange.

It was the first time that Flamel heard anxiety in Ange's words. This old rogue had never been anxious and always kept the situation in his own hands.

Why was he so anxious? Because of the lives lost in Hokkaido? Or... because the students he had worked so hard to teach betrayed him?

Flamel didn't know.