[COD] Newbie's Rise to Power

Anyway, no one can hear you now, so you won't get cursed at if you say he's bald.

"Thorn-"

With a sharp screech of brakes, several people got out of the two cars—it was Dekai and Luca. That...

Sure enough, a familiar figure appeared leisurely. He walked up to the ghost with an arrogant tone.

"Hopefully our efforts to help you weren't in vain. Where is Reina?"

The ghost replied in a deep voice, "Deliver it immediately."

Kruger nodded, then frowned as he looked at the three of them acting strangely.

"What's with that expression? Is YN injured?"

He was too perceptive; the only thing that could make these men simultaneously radiate sorrow was her safety.

As Kruger asked this question, his eyes swept across all the objects in the room, finally settling on the white refrigerated truck.

He immediately turned around and strode toward the refrigerated truck. Merrick tried to stop him but was forcefully pushed aside!

The door opened again, and he saw a scene he could not bear.

"impossible."

"impossible..."

He murmured, his body unsteady as he steadied himself against the door frame, then slowly got into the car and knelt beside 'you'.

"A little squirrel?"

He calls your name softly.

"It's fake. You value your life the most, why would you let yourself die?"

He instinctively denied it, even though your body was right in front of him.

Your cheeks are icy cold.

Strange, can souls cry too?

Then you find out the answer: it was a tear that Kruger had shed on 'your' cheek.

"idiot!"

"I told you not to participate, but you wouldn't listen!"

He grabs your hand and growls at you.

"Now look at you, you're so ugly!"

He said this, but tears were falling onto your face, one by one.

He leaned down, his sharp eyes extremely close to 'your' face, his expression one of resentment as if he were gritting his teeth.

"I should have locked you up back then!"

Then he suddenly straightened up, turned his head and remained silent for a long time before looking at 'you' again.

"sorry."

He said.

"I yelled at you again, you should be angry."

"I always make you angry. You must regret being with me, right?"

You shook your head repeatedly:

I have no regrets, because I know what kind of person you are.

He has always been an aloof person, and he has become accustomed to carrying sharp edges.

Although he may sometimes say hurtful things to you, he always shows his care and love for you through his actions.

Kruger suddenly raised his hand and took out a small, somewhat withered red flower from his breast pocket.

Next, gently tuck the little flower behind your ear.

The vibrant red flowers and the pale face together created a fragile and eerie scene.

"So beautiful, my lady."

He murmured, then cupped your cheeks and asked you.

"This is my apology gift, do you like it?"

You nod in response: I like it.

"If you like me, please forgive our last argument and smile at me, okay?"

You then remembered that you had an argument before you set off, and you wanted to make peace with him but hadn't found an opportunity.

He must have cared about it a lot, so he brought you an apology gift, thinking he would apologize to you when he got back, and then you would make up.

But... what awaited him was a cold corpse.

"Not smiling? Does that mean you don't like it?"

"Tell me what you like, and I'll find it for you, okay?"

Merrick pounded on the door, his voice filled with helpless anger:

"Stop dawdling! The air conditioning will all leak out, and do you want her to stink?"

ch.324: Unequal exchange

Merrick could now clearly see the relationship between the men and the girl. His anger stemmed from his disappointment in Keegan and his dissatisfaction with the men.

The door keeps opening and closing, and the cold air keeps leaking out. If a few more girls come in, they might develop lividity!

That's why he yelled at Kruger.

Kruger's sharp, piercing eyes swept over Merrick:

"Shut up! She's not dead, she won't die!"

His hand gently takes yours, just like when you first met.

"You won't die. I can save you once, twice, three times, and I can save you again!"

His voice was soft, but his tone was full of certainty, or rather... stubbornness.

Outside the vehicle, an SUV came to an abrupt stop, and Nicoto, wearing a helmet, stepped out with heavy steps.

On the way, he sensed something was wrong from Ajax's reaction, so he forced Ajax to rush back with a knife.

He didn't speak to anyone and went straight to the air-conditioned carriage.

Kruger silently got up, walked to the door, looked at him, and then got out of the car without a word, giving him space.

The little squirrel might want to see him.

But instead of leaving the door open like the others, Nicoto simply closed it.

This move left Merrick speechless.

Keegan stood in the shadows, seemingly indifferent to everything.

The ghost went to deal with Reina, whom Ajax had brought back.

Kruger walked toward Wang Zhiqiang, who was sitting under a tree smoking.

"Get lost, don't bother me."

Wang Zhiqiang exhaled a puff of smoke and hoarsely dismissed the others.

Soldiers often experience life-or-death situations on the battlefield, and the pressure and negative emotions come quickly and intensely, so cigarettes have become a common way for them to relieve stress.

But Wang Zhiqiang rarely smokes because he knows it's bad for his health.

But at this moment, he desperately needed something to calm his emotions.

My mind is a mess; I don't know what I should do or what to do next.

Unfortunately, he was unable to grieving for your death in the same way as others.

Because he can't be sure whether you're dead or gone.

Should he be sad, or happy for you?

Anyway, he wasn't happy at all.

He felt as if his heart were a leaky balloon, becoming wrinkled and tight as his vital energy leaked out.

Kruger sat down beside him, gazing into the distance, his indifferent voice tinged with loneliness.

"I'll ask you a question, and then I'll leave. The reward... is that I can do something for you in the future."

Wang Zhiqiang scoffed: "Work for me? I want her back, can you make that happen?"

Kruger paused for a moment, then said earnestly, "I will try my best."

Wang Zhiqiang didn't take his words to heart. How could people who couldn't even control their own fate control the life and death of others?

Wang Zhiqiang stubbed out his cigarette and exhaled the last puff of smoke.

"go ahead."

“Ni Jiao is taking advantage of my love for mud, and is using his talent to provoke me without any restraint.”

A strangely accented yet somewhat familiar phrase came out of Kruger's mouth.

Wang Zhiqiang frowned: "You're... speaking Chinese?"

Kruger nodded: "What does that mean?"

After you argued with him, he went to a translator to look it up himself.

But perhaps because his pronunciation was incorrect, or something was missing, after many attempts, the content translated by the translator was very messy.

He originally planned to ask you after appeasing you.

But now, those words linger in his mind, becoming a regret and an obsession.

Unable to let go of his resentment, he had no choice but to set aside his pride and seek help.