One Piece Dragon System

Chapter 353 The Attitude of Angers!

"Chu Han, be careful!" Chu Zihang and others who had just landed in the distance changed their faces and shouted.Miscellaneous $ Chi $ Worm

However, just when everyone thought that the golden long sword would cut through the space and cut him in two, the golden long sword suddenly stopped on top of his head, as if a spiritual sword was protecting his master.

Chu Han beckoned, the golden long sword fell in front of him like feathers, without the sharpness just now, as if it were an ordinary long sword.

But Caesar and the others, who had just witnessed the blazing light released by the golden long sword, didn't feel afraid to think so.

"Brother, what's the matter?" It was Chu Xiaoran who was standing next to Chu Han, and only she dared to ask what was going on with Chu Han. Others including Chu Zihang were seeing Chu Han's picture. Behind the face like an iceberg, there would be no thought of talking to him.

"An invincible sword of Norse mythology is as famous as the long sword you saw that night." Chu Han calmly looked at the long sword in front of him, and controlled the masterless invincible sword with his strong will. Without much effort, the only thing to worry about are the seven bronze swords that are not weaker than this one.

After all, one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers!

"Long qiang, then it is..." As soon as Chu Han's voice fell, Chu Xiaoran suddenly exclaimed, looking at this long sword with golden light in a little amazement.

Others may not know what Chu Han said about the long qiang, but for Chu Xiaoran who was with him that night, she knew exactly what Chu Han was talking about.

Destiny in Odin's hands shot "Quungunir"!

So, isn't the long sword that Chu Han said is as famous as Kungunir...

"Frey's sword of victory!"

Chu Han smiled slightly, holding this golden long sword in his hand, and a terrifying edge suddenly spread out in all directions. At the same time, the fading light on the sword slowly began to blaze. It was the sunlight from the sun.

"But now it's renamed, it's mine."

Chu Xiaoran covered her slightly opened mouth, her beautiful eyes were full of shock and disbelief. It was the "Sword of Victory" in Norse mythology as famous as "Quungunir"!

At the same time, in the waters within one kilometer outside the Three Corners of Bermuda, all passing ships and aircraft failed one after another. Even the satellites floating in the starry sky lost information about the Three Corners of Bermuda at this moment.

The Kassel College in the outskirts of Chicago in the United States immediately dispatched three executive teams, all led by a. level mixed breeds.

And this action was not approved by Angers, and the order was issued by the Gattuso family, the largest director of the Kassel College.

Because of the many practitioners participating in the Three Horns Operation in Bermuda, one of them is the heir to the Gattuso family and the leader they have been waiting for for thousands of years.

His name is Caesar Gattuso!

Italy, Rome, Frost Gattuso sits behind his desk in the sunshine. As the actual head of the Gattuso family, he sits behind this table almost every day, waiting for people to knock on the door and come in. data.

He needs to dictate dozens of letters every day, sign hundreds of documents, and manage the family's industry of hundreds of thousands of employees worldwide without leaving home.

But eleven hours ago until now, he hasn’t paid any attention to anything. Whether it’s the pile of mountain-like files on the desk or the hundreds of missed calls in the phone, he has not wasted a second to take a look. During these eleven hours, he just made a phone call, and then sat behind his desk with a gloomy face looking at a chart. It was a sea area in the southeastern Florida peninsula of North America. It was called Bermuda Three. Horn, some people call it the Devil Three. Horn Island.

"If it is the Dragon King, eleven hours, let alone a group of new students, even the elite of the executive department, have already reached its stomach now?" Frost stared at the chart for eleven hours. Still on the table.

He doesn't have the habit of talking to himself. This is what he said to the secretary who came in.The secretary is a tall and thin young man, bowed slightly, with a short pale blonde hair hanging down to cover half of his face.

"I have brought the things, do you want to set off now?" The secretary carried the heavy aluminum box.

"The action was cancelled, although I don't know why Angers let a group of students who have just entered the academy to perform ss-level tasks." Frost paused: "But I know Angers will not be stupid enough to send a group of students to death."

"Maybe this is not something I should take care of, but there is one thing I don't quite understand. If this is the case, then why do you want to send the elite of the executive department?" the secretary said.

"That's just showing the attitude of the Gattuso family on this matter." Frost twisted his fart. He has been sitting here motionless for eleven hours.

The secretary opened her mouth strangely, and suddenly thought of something, swallowing back the question that was about to blurt out.

Frost got up slowly, letting the bright and warm sunshine outside the window shine on him, but the temperature of the room dropped a lot in this scene.

"Yes, Angers may want to do something, and that group of students may die, but Caesar cannot die, because he is the heir of the Gattuso family, so we only need to show our attitude and wait for the fruit of victory to appear. , And swallow it into the stomach."

Suddenly it started raining outside the window without warning. The rain fell on the bell tower of the chapel, and the bell rang in the wind.

"Listening to this sound is like a funeral." The principal sat on the horsemane sofa and raised a glass to the person who didn't know when he was sitting at the computer: "I don't know how you lived in such a small attic for so many years. Coming down."

This attic is directly below the clock tower. The sunny side is full of glass windows. The entire wall of the shelf is filled with western DVDs, a messy chuang, a huge projection screen, and a pile of empty wine. Bottled alcoholics, and various fashion magazines with swimsuit beauties or low-Hungarian girls on the covers, are all concentrated in this small room, which is messier than the student dormitory after a drinking party.

With Angers’ aesthetics and the exquisite tailor-made suit on his body, he shouldn’t sit in this ruined place, let alone share the bottle of Scotch whisky that has been opened for an unknown period of time with the owner.

But when Angers entered the door, he naturally occupied the most comfortable position in this room. He was familiar with it, just as he was familiar with his principal's office.

This is one of the few places in the world where he can feel safe.

The owner of this house is the night watchman.

"Familiar with the funeral bells, so that on the day I die, I will feel that I am back home when I hear the bells." The night watchman hummed, "On this rainy day, please don't you dress like a Funerals come to me to listen to the bells?"

"Black suit, what's the matter? Don't I always wear it like this?" Angers shook his neckline helplessly.

"Because you have been preparing for funerals all these years." The night watchman turned the swivel chair around and stared at Anger's eyes without the slightest expression on his face: "You won't come here for a drink for no reason. Tell me. what's up?"

"Frost sent the elite of the executive department to the Three Corners of Bermuda. I want you to help me get them to the Devil Three Corners slower."

ps: Sorry, everyone. This time the situation is special. Although the mood is still depressed, but the state has slowly recovered. Now it is officially back, the owed will be made up