Warwick the Godfather of Terra

In a former water source testing station in the inner ring of Longmen, Mephistopheles, Faust and W, three cadres of the whole life movement, were gathered together.

The bodies of the former testing station staff were lying all over the ground, and the integration movement personnel were busy carrying them out one by one.

Judging from the terrified expressions on their faces, they must have endured tremendous shock and torture before their death.

W sat on a chair nearby, tapping on the communicator very quickly.

Faust was wiping his crossbow. His five fingertips and spaces between his fingers were covered with calluses from years of holding the crossbow, pulling the trigger and stringing the bow. He held a piece of soft deerskin between his fingers and gently wiped each disassembled part.

This was the first lesson that the old crossbowman who had taught him shooting told him among the Phantom Crossbowmen: always make sure his weapon does not malfunction.

"Didn't I tell them that they don't need to attack, they just need to start a riot in the slums? Don't these idiots even know how to copy the written answers?!"

Mephisto, who had been waiting for a long time for no response, sat in a chair, feeling a little impatient because he had not received any response from the publicity department of the Integration Movement outside.

Because he was the commander of the assault on Longmen, he had to be responsible for this incident. If he failed to meet Sister Tallulah's expectations, how could he have the nerve to ask Tallulah for the right to deal with prisoners of war and then torture those dirty non-infected people?

The little boy's eyes were red with anxiety, and he was cursing with his teeth chattering.

In order to vent his anger, he kept kicking the body of a water quality inspector who had been dead for a long time.

They raided this inspection station several hours ago and quickly killed everyone there. Therefore, the brain of this long-dead corpse had already liquefied and was of no use at all.

Not to mention that he is not an infected person yet, and there is no possibility for him to become his little cutie.

His only purpose is to vent his anger by kicking himself.

"I don't know what plan Longmen used to gather all the infected people together. It seems that it is difficult for our people to communicate with them."

At this moment, a communications soldier from the Integration Movement hurried in, saluted several cadres, looked at the trampled corpses on the ground that looked unrecognizable, frowned slightly, and then spoke to Mephisto.

"The information we just received said that the Longmen infected people here seem to be brainwashed."

The Reunion Movement's communications soldier said this, sounding somewhat surprised.

"Not only are they indifferent to our propaganda, but they are eager to get the eggs distributed by a small company. Based on the arguments I received from almost all the integration movement propagandists, it seems to be like this."

At this point, the Integration Movement correspondent was somewhat vague.

"It even seems that some of our people also participated..."

Snapped!

Mephistopheles hammered the armrest and immediately started cursing.

“This group…”

However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by W who jumped up from the stool.

Patting his fat butt, W looked at the spoiled child and snorted with disdain.

"Okay, just wait here. I have something important to do."

Stepping out of the door, W got into the Integrated Sports car.

The car twisted and turned all the way and came to an open area.

There was no one in the open space.

After getting off the car, W didn't leave. She just waited here.

After a while, birdsong could be heard in the sky.

However, the birdsong seemed a little noisy.

Moreover, the sound was getting louder and louder. W looked up at the neatly arranged shadows on the ground, squinting his eyes.

coming.

Rows of soldiers descended from the sky to the ground.

What’s different from all the previous soldiers is that they all carry inflatable backpacks on their backs, which is why they can come here.

Moreover, the bulletproof vest on his body is not a simple vest, but heavy bulletproof armor.

The sharp blade in his hand was shining coldly. It was obviously not a piece of broken iron from Chernobyl. It must be a killing weapon made with a little D32 steel mixed in.

"Reporting to the commander, the rocket pilot squadron should have 59 people, but the actual number is ."

The leading rocket pilot was wearing red clothes that were completely different from the soldiers behind him, and his tone was sonorous and powerful.

W waved his hand, reached out from behind and took out a bomb made of active source stone and handed it over.

"Here, Tallulah told you what to do, right? I won't waste any more words, let's get started."

Taking the Originium bomb from W, the captain of the flying corps nodded, and the group turned around, got on the vehicle, and quickly left the place.

Looking at their receding backs, W narrowed his eyes.

This group of people are definitely not ordinary infected people.

As a mercenary, and a mercenary who has seen the world, W knows it very well.

Anyone who can skillfully operate a jet pack must have gone through a long period of practice before being able to do it as easily as they want. To be able to form a formation in the air, it must take countless gas tanks to be trained.

For the impoverished Integration Movement, few people have even seen a jet pack, let alone used one.

The jet packs behind this group of people are all standard products used exclusively by the Ursus army. They are loaded with energy, are large in size, and have strong jet power.

There is no way this kind of thing could have been seized from Chernobyl.

"It seems that the perverted woman has a deep foundation..."

Rubbing his smooth chin, W sneered slightly.

However, this has nothing to do with me.

She is a mercenary and she only needs to be paid to do the job.

As for the rest, who cares?

With his hands behind his back and humming a song, W skipped back to the car.

"Let's go, let's go to Zaun Technology Company."

Looking at the other gift box in the car, W gave a wicked smile.

"Good brother, I'm here to give you a present."

On the top floor of the Longmen Guard Bureau, a group of people from Penguin Logistics are registering the situation.

"Hey, Angel, long time no see."

The violation records officer looked at the Rutland man who hadn't been here for a long time, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the apple pie on the table with a knowing look.

"Tell me, what did you blow up today? Let me know first, bribing me won't work, although your apple pie is indeed delicious."

The Archangel raised his finger and made a "yeah" gesture.

A piece of paper was held between two slender fingers.

"I'm not here to be punished today. Your commander Xingxiong gave me special permission to come to you to get a batch of ammunition."

The Archangel was a little excited.

She had never thought that one day she would come to the police to get bullets.

The violation recorder was stunned and quickly took the note and looked at it carefully.

That’s right, it’s Oni-sister’s note, and there’s Hoshiguma’s signature on it.

He looked up in surprise at the smug Archangel, then nodded and stood up.

"Okay, you wait."

Having said that, he walked out quickly and came back after a while.

But this time, he had a huge bag in his hand.

Putting the bag on the table with a thud, the violation records officer spoke calmly.

"That's all. No more."

The halo above her head lit up and Archangel exclaimed.

"Wow! I didn't expect you to be so generous."

The violation record officer sneered and took a sip of the iced Coke on the table.

"Take a good look at this. These are the ammunition that was confiscated from you dozens of times before when you violated the rules at Longmen."

Archangel was stunned for a moment, looked at the table full of bullets, and scratched his head embarrassedly.

"Yes, are there so many?"

How could she not remember? She remembered, but only a little.

Just a little bit really.

"Do you want me to check the ticket for you?"

The recorder chuckled. The angel in front of him had been causing trouble everywhere since he came to Longmen, and had been punished countless times.

"Okay, get lost."

Picking up the apple pie brought by the Archangel from the table, the recorder waved his hand and was about to take out a piece to taste.

At this moment, Red Cub stopped stroking Texas' tail!

She suddenly raised her head and looked towards the roof.

"There's someone upstairs!"

Suddenly, everyone in the room was stunned.

Is there anyone upstairs?

This is the top floor, how could there be someone here?

"Drip drip..."

Three faint sounds like a timepiece were heard, and two wolves, one black and one red, immediately trembled their ears.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

Suddenly, the floor collapsed.

"No, Axia!"

The big Texas who was holding Red Cub's eyes tightened.

The floor collapsed from the middle, and the first target it hit was Archangel!

Although the rooftop floor of the Longmen Guards Station is the weakest point of all the Guards Stations, it is still several dozen centimeters thick!

Once he gets smashed hard, this angel will really become an Ah Pulu faction!

"Snapped!"

With a touch of his long legs, Texas flew out.

Archangel tried his best to roll backwards to avoid the attack, but he was still a little slow.

A piece of cement debris fell down and hit her in the face.

At the same time, two sharp knife lights flashed in the air!

when!

puff!

Smoke and dust fell.

Texas dragged the frightened Archangel back.

Her other arm was covered in blood and flesh, and a piece of her sleeve, along with a piece of snowy, tender flesh, fell to the ground.

In the dust, someone took the opportunity to attack her and cut off a piece of flesh from her arm.

This was something she didn't expect.

Blood was flowing out.

Looking at his arm, Big Texas sighed.

She miscalculated and wanted to maintain this state for a while longer.