Chapter 97: Dark Clouds

Under the arrangements made by the Operations Department, Li Ang quickly traveled from New York to Monterrey.

Then, led by an agent from the Operations Department, he boarded a helicopter and flew toward the outskirts of the city.

Looking down at this city of mountains, both prosperous and chaotic, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

'If this were before I transmigrated, I probably would never have come to such a dangerous place in my entire life.'

If one were to rank the national powers in the country where Li Ang currently found himself, it would basically be: Military > Drug Cartels > Police. From this, one can see just how chaotic this country was.

Of course, for him now, these things could no longer be considered dangerous.

Li Ang reined in his wandering thoughts, turned his head, and asked the Operations Department agent beside him, "How did you discover the Dragon Tomb this time?"

Facing Li Ang's inquiry, the agent did not hide anything: "The frequency of dragon awakenings has been increasing in recent years. If it were elsewhere, it might be better, but on this continent..."

"Sir, you should know that the myths of this continent are all accompanied by bloody sacrifices."

The myths within the Dragon Race are basically the history of the dragons.

And in the myths of the American continent, what the gods loved most were blood sacrifices; the so-called gods were naturally pure-blooded dragons.

In other words, the pure-blooded dragons on this continent loved blood sacrifices the most.

Unfortunately, it is already the 21st century; the unexplained disappearance of many people would naturally attract the attention of law enforcement departments.

And that was how the Operations Department discovered the clues.

Li Ang could naturally understand the subtext of the agent's words, but he had another doubt: "In a place like this, shouldn't it be fine for you to use high-yield alchemical missiles directly?"

Mexico is not like the United States; in such a chaotic place, there are ten thousand ways to cover up the use of high-yield weapons.

Hearing this, the agent couldn't help but be stunned: "This..."

"I don't know either, I only know that the higher-ups told us to do it this way."

However, upon hearing this, Li Ang secretly raised his guard.

He immediately associated it with Odin.

One must know that this King of Sky and Wind has quite a few tentacles within the Secret Party. Although the probability was very low, he still had to guard against the other party playing some dirty tricks, even if he hadn't seen any signs of it yet.

It was at this moment that the helicopter gradually approached the destination.

But upon seeing the specific situation at the mission site, the agent beside Li Ang suddenly changed color: "How is it already out?! This is different from the estimated time!?"

In his eyes, the open space that should have been used for the helicopter to land was now a mess, and a brown-skinned figure was hunting down the Operations Department agents in the clearing.

Without a doubt, the other party was the target of this trip, that fourth-generation dragon.

"Sir, this..."

The agent just wanted to turn back to ask Li Ang what to do next, only to find that he was the only one left in the helicopter.

Looking back, he discovered that Li Ang, who had been beside him just a moment ago, had already appeared in the clearing.

"??"

In the dense rainforest, the originally thick trees had been cut down over a large area, clearing a flat space.

At this moment, a group of Operations Department agents were looking at the pitch-black hole that appeared from time to time in the center of the clearing as if facing a great enemy.

"Damn it, hasn't the support mentioned by the higher-ups arrived yet?!"

"Just received news, they said they'll be here immediately!"

Hearing this, the faces of the people present couldn't help but darken.

Immediately, immediately, when exactly is immediately!?

Just as the agents were talking loudly, a tall, brown-skinned man walked out of the hole.

He looked at the group of agents, a look of disgust appearing on his face: "Annoying mongrels (Nahuatl)."

However, upon seeing the figure, the pupils of the agents present shrank sharply, and then their faces showed expressions of ecstasy: "Fire! Fire! He hasn't completed dragonization!"

The next moment, dense gunfire rang out like raindrops.

It is well known that before dragons of the Dragon Race complete dragonization, their physical bodies do not have terrifying strength.

This is also why the agents' faces showed joy.

Unfortunately...

Their plans were destined to fall through.

Accompanied by a cold snort, countless alchemical bullets suddenly stopped beside the brown-skinned man, and then fell shakily to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the agents became sluggish.

Without a doubt, this was the power of a Spirit Word.

And it was the kind of Spirit Word that was very restrictive to firearms.

At this time, a mocking look appeared on the brown-skinned man's face. He scanned the people present with eyes emitting a dark golden light, and then spat out contemptuous words: "Boring struggle. (Nahuatl)"

"How dare mortals look directly at the face of a god. (Nahuatl)"

As his words fell, an invisible airflow wrapped around the alchemical bullets on the ground and began to accelerate slowly.

Seeing this, the pupils of the agents present shrank sharply: "Take cover!"

It was also at this moment that they realized one thing: the other party possessed at least two Spirit Words!

One was for defense, and the other was for manipulating the metal objects on the ground.

It was no wonder this fourth-generation dragon dared to be so arrogant as to walk out of the Dragon Tomb alone without dragonizing.

Before the agents could think further, the alchemical bullets that had originally been fired at the brown-skinned man had all returned.

Bang, bang, bang—!

Many small craters appeared on the ground in an instant, and many agents who couldn't dodge in time lost their combat effectiveness under this strike.

Regarding the result of his attack, no expression of surprise appeared on the brown-skinned man's face; he just prepared to step forward with a cold expression to harvest the lives of the fallen agents.

However, just at this moment, a massive tree trunk, accompanied by a whistling wind, flew toward the brown-skinned man at high speed.

He stopped his movements and watched the tree trunk disintegrate inch by inch in front of him.

"Weak hands..."

The brown-skinned man stopped his words, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at the snow-white figure slowly walking out of the rainforest.

Looking at the other party's pale golden pupils, he said slowly: "I didn't expect there to be a mutant breed like you among these mongrels."

The person who arrived was naturally Li Ang.

After seeing the scene in the clearing, he jumped down from the helicopter; that height meant nothing to him at the moment.

After hearing the brown-skinned man's words, Li Ang grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "Mongrels, you say?"

"A bit interesting."