readsfreenovel Chapter 200: Mouth Cannon?
Chapter 200: Mouth Cannon?
"Sir! This is a call from the British secret service!" The subordinate nervously projected the communication onto the big screen.
"Clock Tower Attendant?" Sakaguchi Ango pondered.
"Greetings," an elegant female voice came from the other end of the line. Sakaguchi Ango remembered this voice; it was Agatha Christie, a member of the Clocktower Knights, the Knight Commander of the Clocktower Knights' Royal Guard and a baroness.
"On behalf of all European countries, I would like to express our deep sympathy and concern for the serious crisis your country is facing."
Lady Agatha gracefully lifted the cup of freshly brewed black tea, gently blew away the steam, and then slowly took a sip. Her movements were slow and measured, as if nothing around her could disturb her peaceful state of mind.
"For this reason, in order to prevent this mysterious and terrifying fog from spreading to every corner of the globe and bringing untold disaster to the world, we have decided to dispatch personnel with powerful incineration abilities to provide support."
Ango Sakaguchi listened to Agatha's words with a serious expression on his face. His hands, which had been relaxed at first, had been clenched into fists, and even sweat was oozing out of his palms.
"As for the exact time when the incinerators will be deployed..." Lady Agatha paused for a moment, raised a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, and then spoke in an almost teasing tone.
"It will be exactly thirty minutes later, that is, at the break of dawn." As soon as she finished speaking, she cut off the communication connection with the other party without hesitation.
"Oh, my! I've completely forgotten something so interesting!"
Agatha patted her forehead gently, as if she suddenly remembered something. That little guy, I think his name is Draco Malfoy, right? I heard he's a real British gentleman.
"Well...but it doesn't matter. It's not a crucial matter anyway." Agatha quickly smiled with relief and then turned her gaze to the city called Yokohama in the distance.
At this time, the sunlight was gradually penetrating the clouds and shining onto the earth, illuminating the entire skyline.
"Hehehe... Watching a country being burned down, accompanied by the fragrant and rich black tea in my hand, it feels really unique~" She murmured softly, with an indescribable sense of satisfaction and anticipation on her face.
"...Yokohama will burn down..." Sakaguchi Ango stood there in a daze. Now...is there any way to prevent the destruction of this city...
Draco stood quietly in front of the spacious floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes fixed on the famous dragon-slaying scene unfolding before him.
After the dust gradually settled, the huge and majestic red dragon rolled and rampaged in the white fog, causing devastating blows and destruction wherever it went.
In the dim light, Draco seemed to hear bursts of shrill screams. They must be the desperate cries of the psychics when facing such a terrifying beast.
He reached out his hand, his fingertips gently touching the cold, hard glass, but his gaze never left the ferocious red dragon outside the window. This city, already abandoned by his own country...
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" At some point, Fyodor quietly came to Draco's side and stopped, also staring at the giant dragon that was raging wildly in the distance and asked.
"What do you think of this twisted city?"
Do you want to save those who are suffering?
Are you a human or a god?
There was a hint of curiosity in Fyodor's tone that was hard to conceal.
After all, given the current situation, there was no way they could successfully snatch that crucial book from Draco.
Gogol's special ability couldn't even touch the corner of Draco's clothes. As for Kamui... he had too many things to worry about, and Yu Yuqian had no effect on Draco at all.
So, just win over Draco.
Draco frowned slightly and fell into thought. Calculating the time, it should be almost time, right?
At this moment, all residents of Yokohama who like to stay up late received a push message on their mobile phones or computers at the same time - it was a live broadcast page that could not be closed no matter what.
No, to be exact, it was not just the city of Yokohama that received the relevant information, but the whole of Japan was affected.
Both government departments and the Special Ability Agent Department tried their best to shut down this strange live broadcast room, but the results were jaw-dropping - all efforts ended in failure.
What's even more terrifying is that they can't even get in touch with anyone in the white fog.
Tens of thousands of curious people clicked into the live broadcast room and were instantly frightened by the enormous red dragon captured in the video and the thick white fog that filled the surroundings.
Then, a voice was heard asking, "What do you think of this twisted city?"
At the same time, barrages of comments were coming one after another.
"Wow, what the hell is this? It's like a super luxurious production!"
"Why can't I tip? What a bummer!"
"Are you all like me, coming here because of that push notification that you can't turn off?"
"Oh my god! My document! I haven't had time to save it yet! I￥*……%*!"
"Where is the anchor? Show up and explain to everyone! Why can't I get out of this live broadcast room after entering it?"
"Is that the host speaking? Your voice is so nice~"
......
Many netizens complained, but as time went on, they gradually noticed something strange.
Can current special effects technology really achieve such a realistic level? If it weren't for the special effects...
The image of the psychics attacking the dragon in the white fog flashed by.
The camera turned and the question was asked by a black-haired man wearing a hat. He was very handsome, with deep facial features, and looked like a foreigner.
He seemed to be asking the delicate-looking boy next to him.
Draco looked out the window, not even giving Fyodor a look.
"Yokohama..." Draco murmured the name of the city softly, and his eyes did not reveal the same passionate emotions as Mori Ogai and others.
For him, this place is just a stop on a long journey and has no other special meaning.
"This city is so oppressive that it makes people breathless, as if they are carrying a heavy burden."
Draco had cast a spell to become invisible and stepped into the mysterious and dangerous Mortuary Street.
There, he witnessed countless numb souls struggling in pain and despair, and saw clearly the ugliness and unbearableness hidden deep in human nature.
"But every now and then, a faint ray of light breaks through the haze."
The kind-hearted crepe seller always quietly placed half of his daily sales at the place where he first met the skinny, hungry child, carefully wrapping and hiding them, leaving a mark that belonged only to him and the child.
In the solemn church, the kind priest did not choose to drive away or scold those who clumsily sneaked in to look for food because of hunger. Instead, he gave them a job and let them repay what they owed through labor.
There's also a city slicker who's just finished a busy day at work. Despite being exhausted, she still manages to buy a ton of practical items and entrusts them to the Armed Detective Agency, who delivers them to a lovely little girl named Momonai on Leibo Street...
They are all trying their best to change this seemingly cold and ruthless city in their own unique and warm ways, making it gradually glow with new vitality and vigor.
"This city is not at fault, and neither are the people who live in it," Draco said, his eyes lowered with a hint of pity.
"Draco, do you know that Yokohama will be burned down in half an hour~" Gogol looked at Draco with interest.
Draco didn't react, but the people watching the live broadcast were shocked.
"seriously!"
"It's fake, right? It's a special effect, right?"
"Anyone from Yokohama who can tell me? Is it really this foggy where you are?"
"Ah, yes. It just suddenly appeared. The dragon's tail can be seen right here."
"I... no, brother, why are you so calm? If this is true, you will die!"
"Oh, I'm used to it. It just saves me a few decades of detours."
"There's a faint sense of death upstairs..."
......
"Draco, do you want to save them? Join us." Fyodor called Draco's name affectionately.
Although I can't get the book, it's still possible to stop Draco from writing.
"Can I ask a question?" Draco stepped back slightly, avoiding Fyodor's approach, and looked towards the Fudi Yingchi in the darkness.
Fudi Yingchi took a few steps forward, reaching where the light could reach. "Boy, is there anything you want to ask me?"
Fukuchi Yingchi spoke softly. After all, he didn't think Draco would refuse the invitation. He felt that the boy didn't take Yokohama seriously.
Even what he just said was just facts spoken from a bystander's or even higher perspective.
"Why did you form the Five Decays? Mr. Kamui, the leader of the Five Decays." Draco's eyes were filled with genuine confusion. "The leader of a terrorist organization and a hero of the Far East, how ironic!"
"What?!" Sakaguchi Ango stood up in shock.
How is this possible! Fudi Yingchi... is Shenwei! The leader of the Five Degenerates of Heaven!
"Isn't this our Lord Fudi? Why is he there too?"
"Is this true? Did they invite Master Fudi to this big production?"
"Is anyone still thinking this is a movie promotion? If you live close to Yokohama, take a look. You can definitely see the dragon from up high!"
"What are the five degenerations of heaven and man?"
"I just want to know, was this dragon created by Lord Fudi?"
The live broadcast room was also in an uproar, with everyone talking about it. They had some idea of whether it was true or not, but they just didn't dare to believe it.
If everything is true, then...this world is too unscientific, right?
"I want to burn this world," Fudi Yingchi said after a moment's silence. He forced a slightly manic smile. "This country is already terminally ill. We need someone to step forward and completely eradicate these deep-seated ills before this country can be revitalized!"
"Do you know that those in high positions in this country treat war like a joke? Do you know how many experimental bases there are underground in Yokohama alone? You should know. Isn't the book with you?"
Fudi Yingchi stared at Draco, not missing any of his expressions. He needed books. Only books could help him! Help him change the world!
"So you two, one wants to start a war and create a world without war, the other wants to eliminate evil and create a world without superpowers." Draco summarized. "Well, there's also a free world."
He couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Hahaha, that's so funny."
"You rude boy!" Veins popped out of Fudi Yingchi's forehead. If he could get close to Draco, he would have killed the boy and snatched the book away.
Fyodor looked at Draco expressionlessly as he laughed until he was out of breath.
Gogol thought Draco was very much to his liking. He acted very freely. He really wanted to kill him and send him to the free world!
"Don't tell lies for too long or you'll even deceive yourself." Draco wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He had just laughed so hard that tears came out.
He lazily leaned against the window, his back to the window. In the backlight, his expression could not be seen clearly.
"A world without war, without crime, and where everyone is free is ridiculous."
"As long as humans live, there will be 'wars', from small quarrels to big ones like death."
"Humans, as long as they live, will create evil. In the eyes of vegetarians, meat eaters are evil, and in the eyes of plants, vegetarians are also evil."
"Do you want freedom?" Draco suddenly turned to look at Gogol. "No, people are born in chains and cannot be truly free."
"You who wish there were no wars are starting wars one after another, aren't you? Why do you wish there were no wars? It's not because you empathize with ordinary people, otherwise you wouldn't have ignored the deaths of so many people."
Fudi Yingchi had nothing to refute, and for a moment, he could only remain silent.
"Pah pah pah——" Fyodor looked at Draco, who had rendered Fudi Yingchi speechless with just a few words, his eyes full of admiration. This understanding should be the information that Shuye collected when he was with Fudi Yingchi.
His applause was clear in the silence. "Well said."
Although Draco spoke a long string of words, his tone remained steady and his eyes were calm.
He was looking down at everyone from a high position and stating the facts.
"Don't cover it up under the banner of justice. The world has never been anyone's toy, you can do whatever you want with it." Draco held the book in his arms.
The livestream room was also completely silent. Mostly because they were so shocked, they didn't know what to say for a moment.
Fyodor watched Draco's actions and felt that something was wrong.
Book... Why did that book appear golden and complicated for a moment... He took a step forward involuntarily...
"Prison Gate—Open the door."