Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

"Hmm... If my students are talking about a psychopath, it's probably not me." Ange scratched the back of his head. "After all, I'm a normal person, and I know nothing about meteorology and urban engineering."

Xiao Qian Xingheiji was stunned, his face was ashen, Xiao Qian Xingheiji felt that this "expert" from the United States was showing his weakness in front of the real experts such as Miyamoto Ze and Miyamoto Shixiong.

But Miyamoto Ze and Miyamoto Shio stared at Ange... They were all students who had taken Ange's classes, and they knew Ange's character more or less. They all knew that this educator always liked to make unexpected twists in class, adding a "but" after certain established conclusions. It seemed that those guys at Kassel Academy had similar bad tastes.

Sure enough, Angers next sentence confirmed what Miyamoto Ze and Miyamoto Shio said.

"But my subordinates are indeed all psychopaths, a bunch of complete psychopaths." Ange pointed to the sky, "My students must be talking about them."

Following the direction of Ange's finger, Kozeniyuki Heiji, Chiyuki Yuki, Miyamoto Sawa and Miyamoto Shio raised their heads at the same time.

White beams of light pierced the darkness, and the sound of propellers turning came from overhead. There were black helicopters.

Logically speaking, no one should be able to control so many helicopters from Tokyo at this time, but these helicopters appeared. They landed at a very precise frequency, and groups of men wearing chemical protective suits and gas masks got off these helicopters one after another.

When they passed by Miyamoto Shio and others, they only shook hands with Ange, and even ignored the Governor of Tokyo, Heiji Kozengata. However, after shaking hands with Ange, they sprayed alcohol on their protective gloves several times, and did not avoid Ange at all, as if Ange was a pathogen covered with bacteria.

"You guys." Ange shook his head helplessly, "Don't you know how to save some face for me in front of outsiders?"

"This is already a great honor for you. Didn't you see we were enduring physical discomfort to shake hands with you alone?" Deputy Minister Karl said in his most tactful tone. "There are indeed many viruses out there. A few years ago, scientists discovered ancient pathogens hundreds of millions of years old in the Antarctic glaciers, and there's still no effective vaccine. Recently, plague has broken out in Africa again, and everyone at our institute is in a state of panic. You should understand us."

This lazy and neurotic man is none other than Deputy Minister Karl of the Equipment Department, the Equipment Department of Kassel Academy, Watt Alheim, an absolute center of high-IQ talents and an absolute concentration camp of neurotics. They are the real "experts" who can save this city.

"Are you still worried that I've contracted some African plague?" Ange rolled his eyes. "And I remember there was an outbreak of swine fever in Africa. Is the Deputy Minister hinting at me?"

"How dare Carl imply you? If he offends you, who will allocate research funds to their department next year?" A voice full of smiles came over. "My old friend, you know these guys are locked up in the underground laboratory all day. They've become stupid. I don't even know if they still have the ability to pass on their family line. The emotional intelligence of such people is infinitely close to negative. Do you still expect to hear any good words from them?"

Everyone turned their heads and their eyes were focused on the last guy who got off the helicopter.

He was an old guy, wearing a tattered denim jacket and ripped jeans that he had picked up from some trash can. He had a bottle of vodka stuffed in one hip pocket and a rolled-up Porn Girl magazine in the other hip pocket.

"Your Excellency the Vice Principal!" Miyamoto Ze was stunned.

"Teacher Flamel!" Miyamoto Shio was also stunned. He didn't expect that this person would come.

This scruffy old cowboy is of course the vice-president of Kassel Academy, the night watchman, and also the most powerful alchemist of Kassel Academy... Flamel, few people know this ancient surname now. In the long history of the secret party, this surname represents power and mystery.

"Huh?" The night watchman was stunned. He looked at Miyamoto Ze or Miyamoto Shio, thinking hard, "How do you know me? Why don't I have any impression of these two old guys?"

"Your Excellency, Vice President, we once studied at Kassel Academy." Miyamoto Ze bowed to the Night Watchman. "I had the honor of seeing your face."

"Hmm? How old are you? Forty? Fifty?" The vice principal scratched his protruding beer belly. "I haven't been a substitute teacher for decades. You can't have taken one of my classes, right? There aren't any posters of me posted in school, right?"

"I've taken your class, too," Miyamoto Shio said cautiously. "Didn't you come every year to cover for physical education? Back then, there were very few girls in our alchemy department, so you originally didn't come. But then you heard the campus beauty was in our department, so you came to every swimming class."

"Oh, I remember now." The vice-president glanced at Miyamoto Shio, "You are from the Ganliu Research Institute, right?"

"Does the Vice Principal remember me?" Miyamoto Shio was flattered and bowed deeply to the Vice Principal. "I didn't expect to leave an impression on you. It's a great honor for me!"

"No, I just think you have the same stupid aura as those psychopaths in the Equipment Department."

Chapter 586 Equipment Department

The vice-principal rolled his eyes. Miyamoto Shio was too straightforward, so straightforward that he wondered if his emotional intelligence was also negative.

He only felt the same stupid aura from the group of otaku psychopaths at Kassel College who only cared about research, but the vice-president seemed to have heard that there was such a group of otaku psychopaths in Japan. Their research level was not as good as that of the Equipment Department of Kassel College, but their stupidity was comparable.

Miyamoto Shio opened his mouth, but his face was so embarrassed that he couldn't say anything... As a scientist, he was indeed not good at speaking, which was also recognized by the Sheqi Eight Families.

"Do we have to stand in the rain and reminisce, gentlemen?" Ange clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention. "Chatting in the rain on a rooftop won't save Tokyo. Those who enjoy doing that are either poets or idiots."

"Did you hear that? Boys, the principal has spoken, hurry up and get to your posts!" the vice-principal shouted to the people in the equipment department, as if whipping a group of lazy horses. "On their territory, show your full abilities. Don't let them look down on us, Kassel Academy!"

However, the whipped horses were still lazy, and the people in the equipment department still looked sleepy and lazy. They even began to whisper about the vice-principal.

"Is there a need for such a rush?" A researcher stood on tiptoe to survey the situation in Tokyo. "It looks like they can hold out for a while. It's not as urgent as the report says."

"Unbelievable! The Vice President is actually concerned about Kassel College's reputation?" A researcher muttered to his companion. "When did he become so serious? This is totally unlike him."

"Isn't the Vice President himself the one who usually damages the college's image the most?" another researcher began to mutter. "He never misses any swimming exams. He's so eager to give those big-breasted and perky-assed girls full marks before they even start."

"The vice-president might have a fever! Let's stay away from him!" a cautious researcher warned his colleagues in an extremely serious tone. "It's also possible that he has unfortunately contracted African swine fever!"

"Hey, I heard it all! You think I'm deaf? I'm not that old yet! I heard it clearly!" The vice president shouted at the researchers in the Equipment Department in dissatisfaction, "Do you have any respect for me? Cancel...Anger, the allocation of research funds to the Equipment Department next year must be canceled!"

"You're already old, why would you bother with a young person?" Ange patted his old friend on the shoulder, then turned to Deputy Minister Karl and said, "Get to work. Are you sure you can keep this city alive?"

"Of course we are confident. Your question is like asking a group of Michelin three-star chefs if they have the confidence to cook a fat pig." Deputy Minister Karl nodded, then shook his head. "But Principal, our supplies haven't arrived yet. Without them, we have no motivation, and our brothers won't be able to fight at their full potential to turn the tide!"

"Supplies?" Ange was stunned. "What is that?"

Suddenly, everyone looked up at the sky again. A white helicopter descended from the sky. Men in courier uniforms got off the helicopter one after another. They were holding boxes of beer, cola and Nutri-Express in their hands, and carrying paper bags on their backs filled with French fries, fried chicken and American hamburgers... These high-calorie junk foods were quickly transported from the roof to the hall of the Meteorological Bureau.

The otakus in the equipment department cheered thunderously. They jumped and followed the couriers downstairs and quickly rushed to the lobby of the Meteorological Bureau. Everyone was so lazy that they looked like they could fall asleep in the previous second, but they were full of fighting spirit in the next second, just like the fat otakus in Japan seeing Yui Aragaki and Kanna Hashimoto.

Kozenogata Heiji followed Ange and others downstairs in a daze. The members of the equipment department were eating fried chicken burgers and drinking fat otaku happy water, like starving ghosts who had not had a full meal for eight hundred years. Even the headless body of Koten Unozawa was lying in the corner of the Meteorological Bureau hall, and no one cared. These technical geeks were feasting in the dilapidated hall as if no one was around. The original members of the Ganliu Research Institute were pushed aside by them and could only look at each other in confusion.

"These... these guys are the ones who can save Tokyo? Are they... are they really reliable?" Zenigata Heiji stared at this group of tech geeks who had usurped the throne. After finishing their hamburgers, these guys refused to even give up the salad dressing. They sucked their fingers like children, then put on their gloves without wiping them and started typing frantically.

"Is it reliable?" The vice-president laughed coldly. "What a stupid question, Mr. Governor."

Not long after, these otakus in the equipment department answered Kozengata Heiji's question with practical actions. They almost all held a hamburger or a Coke in one hand, and used the other hand to move the mouse or type on the keyboard. But even so, their movements were much faster than ordinary people. If the hamburger or Coke in one of their hands was replaced with a cigarette, if they were sitting in an Internet cafe in China with such smooth hand speed, they would definitely be regarded as gods by a group of otakus, and they would rush to give them Nutri-Express.

The computers that the Ganliu Research Institute hadn't repaired in ten minutes were miraculously turned on by the equipment department after a few tampering. No one asked the Ganliu Research Institute or Miyamotozawa for the password, and no one asked them for the backup data. They easily broke through the firewall of the Meteorological Bureau, accessed the internal system of the Meteorological Bureau, and even hacked into the server terminal far away in Stockholm.

"How long until the next tsunami?" asked a researcher.

"Eighteen minutes," the researcher replied, chewing on a burger. "Seventeen minutes and fifty-seven seconds, to be exact. I took a bite of the burger, which took three seconds."

"Could we use satellites over Japan to monitor the sea and Mount Fuji?" one researcher suggested. "Could we hack into the Air Defense Agency's system?"

"I've hacked in, but it's useless." A researcher, holding a lollipop, loaded a satellite image onto his monitor. It showed a swirling blackness. "Dark clouds have obscured the sky over Japan, especially around Tokyo. The elements of this city are incredibly chaotic, like throwing a beef tendon, a dead rat, and smelly socks into a hot pot. No one knows what will come out of it."

"What a perfect metaphor! The last time I heard such a brilliant analogy was when my mentor said that those medieval charlatans using black magic to interpret alchemy were like his grandmother using wild boar bristles to knit woolen trousers – stiff and dirty." A researcher applauded politely, then suddenly changed his expression. "Damn, who stole my half-eaten teriyaki burger?"

After a brief complaint, he pounded on the keyboard and easily hacked into the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's network.

Kozenigata Heiji stared at these powerful lunatics in amazement. Although he didn't understand many of the professional terms, it didn't prevent him from realizing how powerful these people were. Kozenigata Heiji felt that his question about whether these people were reliable seemed a bit stupid.

Not only Kozenigata Heiji, but even the researchers at the Ganliu Research Institute were shocked. Although they also had the ability to hack into the security networks of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department and the Air Defense Bureau, they would definitely not take it so lightly as the members of the Equipment Department. As for tsunami detection, although they could detect the approximate time of the next tsunami, it was difficult to get the exact time... let alone the accuracy to minutes and seconds. Precisely because they were also scientists and engineers, they knew the difficulty of obtaining these data, which was almost a fantasy for the researchers at the Ganliu Research Institute.

The otakus in the equipment department have successfully proved with their strength that even though they are out-and-out otakus, they are definitely top-notch technical otakus!

"How is it?" Ange asked Deputy Minister Karl, "Is the problem in Tokyo serious?"

"It's serious, but it's not serious either..." Deputy Minister Karl said, shaking his head.

"Be brief and speak human language," interrupted Ange.

"Well, Tokyo's biggest problem right now is the accumulated water on the streets. It used to take two weeks to drain, but thankfully, there's a massive drainage system beneath the city. I think it's called the 'Iron Dome,' right?" Deputy Minister Karl scratched his temple. "This drainage system is pretty good. With the EVA's help, the accumulated water on the streets can be drained below pedestrian waistline in ten minutes."

Angre nodded, but Miyamoto Shio and a group of researchers beside him had some unnatural expressions, because the "Iron Dome Temple" was the masterpiece of the Ganliu Institute, and was hailed as the "underground miracle" of Tokyo... But the "Iron Dome Temple" that received such a high reputation was just "okay" in the mouth of Deputy Minister Karl, and the water accumulation problem that they had been unable to solve was resolved in just ten minutes under the operation of the Kassel Academy Equipment Department. This of course made the researchers of the Ganliu Institute feel ashamed.

"But the accumulated water isn't the biggest threat to Tokyo. The next disaster will be far more troublesome," Carl sighed. "If it's just a few tsunamis, it's easy to deal with. Even an eruption of Mount Fuji wouldn't be a big problem. But as long as that thing is still alive, whatever we do here will only be a temporary solution. It's like draining a flooded swimming pool. We can speed it up, but we'll eventually run out of steam. At some point, the pool will overflow, and the city will be beyond saving."

"I understand," Ange said. "What you mean is that you can solve the current crisis in Tokyo, but as long as the culprit who created the crisis is still alive, Tokyo will inevitably be destroyed, right?"

"It's just a matter of time." Deputy Minister Karl nodded.

"Leave it to me." Ange twisted his wrist. "As much as I want to say this, I'm afraid it wouldn't be easy to kill it even if I risked my life. But among all the people here, I'm the only one who has a chance, right? If I die in Tokyo, you can all take my private plane and flee Japan."

"Don't worry, Principal," Deputy Minister Karl said. "If you do get in, we'll try to calculate your time of death and evacuate half an hour in advance. Even when saving the city, we have to do what we can and not risk our own lives. We'll leave ourselves some time to be safe."

"Don't be such a pessimist. The principal wants to live to be a thousand years old," said the vice-principal.

"Do you really think I'm an old monster? Or an old bastard?" Ange rolled his eyes.

"There's a saying that goes, 'Good men don't live long, but evil lasts a thousand years.' Don't go near the Red Well right now. It's right next to Mount Fuji and engulfed in lava. Now's not the time to go there and die." The Vice Principal patted Ange's shoulder and turned to look at Carl. "Simply draining the water from the streets won't solve the problem, will it? What other strategies do you have?"

"We're also planning to mobilize the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's patrol helicopters and the flying club's private jets. Helicopters are the most convenient way to rescue people in this situation," Deputy Minister Karl responded calmly. "As for flights, we're planning to open up airports and allow those stranded at Narita and Haneda Airports to leave the city immediately. Those noisy crowds staying in Tokyo will only cause more trouble."

"How can this be possible!" Miyamoto Ze hurried over. "How can the plane be allowed to leave under these circumstances? The current weather conditions simply don't allow for a flight to take off!"

"Don't worry, don't be so nervous. We'll send a teammate to hack into the aviation station and serve as a beacon and radar for all flights." Deputy Minister Karl waved his hand. "We're just geeks, not demons. We wouldn't do something like taking human life lightly. We'll do our best to ensure the safety of the passengers. Of course, if the crash was caused by force majeure like being struck by lightning or swept away by a storm, we can't be blamed."

Miyamoto Ze curled his lips. Heiji Kozenigata stepped forward and bowed deeply to Carl and the other members of the Equipment Department. "I'm deeply grateful. On behalf of the people of Tokyo, I want to thank you all for risking your lives to save this city. If Tokyo can safely survive this crisis, you will all be our guests of honor."

Heiji Kozenigata said this from the bottom of his heart, his eyes were already red, but Carl and others ignored him. However, Heiji Kozenigata didn't mind at all. These people were truly capable people, and it was normal for them to be arrogant. As long as they could really save the city, Kozenigata felt that it didn't matter if they were willing to go to the governor's office to have a party afterwards.

"Deputy Minister, there's something going on!" said a researcher wearing thick glasses, staring at the data on the screen. "There's activity coming from the Sea of ​​Japan. There's something in the deep sea. The Meteorological Agency's coastal sonar detectors were largely destroyed by the tsunami, so the data we have is very incomplete."

"What kind of thing is it?" the vice principal asked curiously. "It shouldn't be something as ordinary as a shark or a whale, right? Is it a mermaid?"

Chapter 587: Demons of the Deep Sea

"I'm not sure." The researcher with thick glasses shook his head. "Although the amplitude of the sound waves we captured was very weak, that's because we're so far away. Based on the attenuation function of sound waves in seawater, I guess there are quite a lot of these things."

"A lot, to be exact," another bald researcher added. "We've never detected any creatures with acoustic data in this frequency band before, and the Meteorological Bureau and the Ocean Bureau haven't recorded any of them in their databases. The frequencies they emit are mostly beyond the human ear's ability to detect."

"We speculate that this is a seafloor-dwelling creature that was startled by the unusual tsunami and left the deep sea for the surface," said a researcher at Thick Lens. "The sonar detector detected their sounds at a depth of two thousand meters below sea level. Normally, there would be few gregarious marine life at this depth."

"Stop analyzing it," the Vice President interrupted the researchers. "If you've collected a sound like this, play it out. Sometimes, all the analysis is better than relying on your ears... maybe it's the song of a mermaid siren."

"Put aside your ridiculous mermaid dream," Ange coldly interrupted the Vice Principal's beautiful reverie. "Don't forget the objective rules of the hybrid world. All mysterious things that humans cannot explore are most likely related to dragons... Even if a mermaid siren really does exist in this world, she must be a descendant or a subspecies of dragon. Creatures related to dragons are enemies."

At this time, Zenigata Heiji had been pulled aside by his secretary Chiyuki Yuki. In addition, Angé's words were spoken in English. With the governor's English listening level, he probably only understood a few simple subjects in the entire paragraph.

Chiyuki Yuki is a very smart woman. She can translate the conversation between Ange and others into sentences with completely different meanings. So even if the people from Kassel Academy and the Eight Snake Families are discussing the affairs of the Dragon Clan enthusiastically, they don’t have to worry about exposing the secrets of the Dragon Clan in front of the Governor of Tokyo.

"Amplify the sound tenfold and play it out." Deputy Minister Karl ordered the researcher with thick glasses.

The researcher nodded, filtered out the noise in the sea water from the sound collected by the sonar, and connected it to the public address system in the lobby of the Meteorological Bureau so that everyone in the hall could hear it.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath, wanting to listen to the sound of the unknown creature, but for a long time, the speakers were silent. Even the researcher with thick glasses straightened his glasses, wondering if he had filtered out the sound of the creature he had collected while filtering out the noise.

But just as the thick-lens researcher was debugging the audio, a rustling sound of electricity suddenly appeared in the sound reinforcement system. The sound of electricity did not last long, and a violent shrieking sound suddenly jumped out from the speaker, making people's eardrums hurt.

Ange, the vice-president, Miyamoto Ze, and everyone from the Equipment Department of Kassel Academy and the Rock Flow Research Institute... everyone's faces changed. Governor Kozenigata Heiji was so frightened that he fell to the ground. He looked at everyone with a pale face and panic, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

The researcher with thick glasses tapped his fingers hard on the space bar on the keyboard, and he quickly paused the terrifying audio.

"Oh my God! What is that?" Zenigata Heiji said in amazement. "What kind of thing could make such a sound? A monster? A demon? How could such a sound exist in this world?"

No one paid any attention to Kozen Yukiheiji, even his secretary Chiyuki Yuki didn't bother to translate his words... But it was indeed as Kozen Yukiheiji said, this might really be the voice of a monster or a demon. Anyone who heard this voice would shudder, and all kinds of hideous and terrifying images with green faces and fangs would involuntarily appear in their minds.

And the creature that can make such a sound...I'm afraid it really comes from hell!

"Lower the decibels and turn down the volume of the sound system!" Deputy Minister Karl shouted to the researcher.

"No, no need to lower it," Ange suddenly said, looking at the researcher with thick glasses. "Raise it, keep raising the volume... This thing might become our enemy, and Kassel Academy has never been one to run away from our enemies."

The researcher with thick glasses looked at Ange's expression and realized that the principal was serious. He turned his head and looked at Deputy Minister Karl. Karl was stunned for a moment and then nodded to him... The researcher with thick glasses swallowed his saliva, turned up the volume, and pressed the space bar.

The terrifying roar echoed in the hall of the Meteorological Bureau through the stereo speakers. Everyone could hear it clearly. Even if Kozenegata Heiji covered his ears, he could not escape the harassment of this evil sound.

After the sound was amplified again, everyone could gradually hear clearly that it was not just one voice, but hundreds or thousands... no, tens of thousands!

These chaotic sounds came from an extremely distant place, so faint that even sonar detectors could barely detect them. However, there were so many sources that the sounds combined to form a frantic, piercing shriek... like a whole forest of ferocious beasts vying for prey, or like a horde of demons rushing out from the ancient path of the underworld.

"More than we estimated," the bald researcher said with horror. "We don't know what this creature is yet, but a conservative estimate is that there are over ten thousand of them!"

"Ten thousand..." The vice-principal's face turned ugly. He couldn't help but imagine, "If ten thousand mermaid sirens appeared at the same time, the scene would be quite terrifying, right?"

"Any species gathering to a population of 10,000 is terrifying," Deputy Minister Karl shook his head. This tech geek's expression became unusually serious. "Even canned miniature sardines, a gathering of 10,000 can be deadly. They could create a 'Jack Storm' in the ocean. Experienced divers who encounter a whirlpool of fish are at high risk of drowning."

"Are there any videos of this creature?" Ange frowned deeply. "I haven't heard any similar sounds either. It's more intuitive to observe with my own eyes."

"We can't help it." The thick-spectacled researcher shook his head. "They're too far from the sea and the coast. The Tokyo Meteorological Bureau has infrared cameras and GPS locators on the buoys left in Tokyo Bay. Eighty percent of these buoys were destroyed by the tsunami. The remaining twenty percent remain near the coast and are functional. However, the infrared cameras' range is only five hundred meters under normal circumstances, not to mention the harsh weather right now."

"Will these things pose a threat to Tokyo City?" the Vice Principal asked. "I mean, could these be some mutated marine life? Nuclear radiation? Or a subspecies of dragon? What if there were over ten thousand of these troublesome creatures?"

"How about we take the principal's private plane and run away as soon as possible?" The vice principal took out the vodka from his back pocket and took a big gulp.

"We don't know if they pose a threat. After all, we still don't know what these creatures are." The bald researcher scratched the top of Guangshun's head. "But the data shows that they are indeed approaching Tokyo Bay. They are very fast in the water, exceeding 70 kilometers per hour."

"Twenty minutes," the thick-eyed researcher said confidently. "At this rate, they'll reach Tokyo Bay within twenty minutes. If they ride the next tsunami, they might even be there even faster. It's very likely that in ten minutes or so, we'll see the true form of these creatures."

Indeed, just as these researchers analyzed, perhaps they would be able to see the true appearance of these creatures in ten minutes or so. But at this moment in the hall of the Meteorological Bureau, everyone's expression was not optimistic... because the disaster was still ravaging the city, and no one knew how many people would die under the next tsunami. After the tsunami, if they saw these hideous creatures from the deep sea gathered in tens of thousands and densely spread over the entire coast, everyone would despair.

And there is "God"... the culprit of this disaster.

The "God" is still gradually recovering her strength. She is an invincible existence. Even Ange, who is known as the strongest dragon slayer, has a chance of winning against such an ultimate creature close to zero.

Can this city really be saved?

At this moment, even the vice-president and the people in the equipment department began to have second thoughts, and the atmosphere in the hall of the Meteorological Bureau fell into an unprecedented depression.

"Combat power." Ange suddenly said, "We are in urgent need of manpower. The combat power we have gathered here alone cannot save this city."

"What are those bastards from the Sheqi Eight Families doing now?" the vice-principal complained dissatisfiedly. "Is this Tokyo our Tokyo or their Tokyo? They won't save their own city, but they want us to come thousands of miles away and risk our lives to help them? How can this be so ridiculous! Ange, if those bastards really don't care about this city anymore, we should go back to the academy and have EVA drop a few more nuclear bombs here to blow Tokyo up once and for all!"

Ange ignored the vice-principal. He knew that this guy liked to say nonsense when he drank... He was actually quite a bit of a nonsense when he didn't drink, but the vice-principal really reminded him this time.

"The Eight Snake Clan are indeed a formidable force." Angé turned to look at Miyamoto Shio, "Where is your head patriarch? Let me talk to him alone."