Warwick the Godfather of Terra

"Frost and Snow Ice City."

The store's logo is a big white rabbit holding an ice cream.

At this time, the white-haired girl Carters, who was making lemonade in the store, mixed the lemonade in her hand and handed it to the customer outside with a smile.

"Take it."

After politely seeing the guest off, Shuangxing kept the money.

It doesn't look like he just killed someone.

Or anti-theft, let me say something else

First, refresh the previous chapter and read it again!

In addition, I would like to explain to you some of the issues that everyone has reported on this volume.

Why did this volume take so long to write?

After all, the main storyline of Ark took a full eight chapters to complete until the Dragon Gate Time.

And now it’s only chapter 12.

So, maybe I have laid too much groundwork. I'm sorry, I kowtow.

We are about to enter a new volume, and this will not happen anymore.

Chapter 52: A River of Blood (Part 2)

The Deronier Machinery Manufacturing Plant is the largest agricultural machinery manufacturer in Casimir. It produces more than 60% of the agricultural tools and machinery in the entire Casimir. It can be said to be the lifeblood of Casimir's agriculture.

However, what is funny is that the agricultural machinery produced here is precisely the reason why a large number of Casimir farmers are unemployed.

Due to the decline of knights, the titles of many knight family heads were revoked and countless fine lands were annexed.

These swallowed up lands are often planted under large estates of factories and enterprises. The intensive farming of small farmers is simply unable to compete with the terrifying power of steel. Farmers' incomes are getting lower and lower, and the situation of having enough food but no money is becoming more and more serious.

Especially in a place like Terra, once something special happens, these poor people don't even have the ability to take risks.

As time went by, large tracts of land suitable for cultivation in the entire Casimir were taken away, and the remaining small areas were either remote areas or deserted villages.

The land threatened by Originium worms, natural disasters, and various natural disasters was exchanged for those innocent villagers.

The thick soil layer is impossible to cultivate, and at this time, the Deronil Company will carry out a rescue operation as warm as spring.

They would provide these poor farmers with new small tillage machines for a tiny fraction of the cost.

After collecting this amount of money, there is just enough food left for the whole family to eat comfortably for a year...

If there is a good harvest.

But basically, there has never been a good harvest.

Under such circumstances, countless farmers were forced to become laborers or move away from their homes.

But what does this have to do with us, advanced agricultural companies?

Without big taxpayers like us, would those silver spear horses and war-ready buildings on the front lines grow out of the soil on their own?

Director Deronier held the pool cue in his hand and hit the white ball.

"Okay, no need to report. Tell the people below that this year's farm tool distribution activity will be held as usual, and then split the original seedling planting machine into a seedling planting machine and a planting machine for separate rental."

Snapped!

The white ball pushed the black ball into the bag, and the director looked indifferent.

The harvest in Casimir is not good this year. I can't continue to pull the ropes so hard. I have to loosen the belts on these peasants' necks appropriately.

"Then tell those peasants that this year's price is only 60%. Ask them to sign the contract as soon as possible.

We annexed part of Brilliant Shield's industry just when we were short of money.

These guys have nowhere to spend their money, and they are holding on to their money tightly.

The gold coins in their hands are like water in a sponge. If you squeeze them, there will always be more."

The capable secretary nodded and quickly wrote down the director's order to squeeze oil out of people and suck their blood.

He gained the respect of the directors by executing orders meticulously, and has already had sex with several little idols.

Although it only takes a few minutes each time, the advantage is the quantity.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change. Ten times a night is only a few dozen minutes.

"Snapped!"

Then he changed his position, walked to the opposite side of the secretary, stuck out his big, round butt, and continued to aim.

"puff!"

Suddenly, just as he had been weighing the pros and cons for a long time and had found a perfect position to prepare to exert his strength, his back was splashed with a warm, smelly liquid.

Immediately, the director who had been pampered for many years frowned.

How is this going?

The director raised his head in displeasure and was about to curse.

But as soon as I looked up.

Ok?

What about people?

Where is the secretary who was standing opposite me?

The director was wondering and subconsciously looked at the pool table.

Suddenly, the fat body fell directly to the ground, and the buttons of the suit, which had been fastened with great difficulty, finally broke open with a cheer.

"Blood, blood, blood!"

His face, which was already pale due to excessive indulgence, became even more bloodless at this moment, as if he had drunk three kilograms of putty powder.

The warmth in his crotch made him feel clearly that he was not dreaming. What was going on?

He crawled towards the door, shouting as he crawled.

"Someone, help! Help ...

However, no one would respond to him.

Because the huge Delonius sign at his door was now stained with blood.

The line of large golden characters soaked in blood still sparkles with gorgeous luster.

"Peasant Friends of Casimir"

The body of the factory guard had turned into a pile of minced meat and was buried in the garden.

The director crawled towards the door like a fat pig being driven, cursing in his heart as he crawled.

I'm really crazy. Why did I build such a big entertainment room?

Wait till I escape...

"boss..."

However, before he could frantically crawl to the door.

He felt a smooth hand holding his foot.

The secretary's voice came from behind.

In panic, he didn't even dare to look back and just raised his leg to kick.

However, as soon as he touched the pig's trotter, he suddenly felt his legs and feet go cold.

Then, the heart-wrenching pain of limbs being peeled off came from the roots of the thighs.

"Ah!"

The screams of the director, who had gone from three legs to one leg, almost overturned the entire factory.

But no one responded to him.

He tried hard to reach his broken leg, but because he ate too much and his bloated body made it difficult for him to bend over, let alone touch the affected area.

At this moment, that slippery hand came up again!

The director turned around with fear and pain.

That turned out to be his secretary!

In other words, a half secretary!

He was dragging his intestines and crawling on the ground, with traces of feces and blood trailing behind him, which was extremely smelly.

It was as if it was cut in half by some huge force!

"Boss, it hurts..."

The secretary with bloodshot eyes screamed, opened her mouth and bit the director's fat neck.

"Get out of here, you beast, you!!!"

A large piece of the thick fat was torn off, and Director Deronier struggled to pull down half of the secretary's body.

But, to no avail.

Not only had his strength been drained away by drinking and sex, but the massive blood loss also made it impossible for him to fight against the secretary's corpse whose adrenaline was secreting at full speed.

"no no..."

His wails and screams became weaker and weaker.

Finally, the brightness in the eyes of the two people disappeared almost at the same time.

The remains of a corpse that had been gnawed beyond recognition were piled up together with half of a hideous corpse.

The whole house was filled with a strong fishy stench.

"the second."

A black shadow flashed by, and a woman's voice was low and hoarse.

Budney Metallurgical Company.

The crimson forge was ignited by the scorching flames, and the high temperature melted the steel inside into molten steel.

"No! No! I'll give you everything, please stop!"

His thigh was pierced by a steel hook and his whole body was hanging in the air. The president of the metallurgical company pleaded with tears and snot.

He no longer cared about the severe pain in his leg. The boiling hot molten iron was getting closer and closer to him. As someone who had witnessed the miserable state of people being thrown into the iron, it was too shocking for him.

But still no one responded to him.

The conveyor belt mercilessly transported him directly above the molten steel.

"no no!"

With tears streaming down his face, he gritted his teeth, bent his body upwards, and tried to hold on to the steel hook.

Before he could bend down.

"boom!"

The steel hook loosened.

The whole person fell directly into the boiling molten steel.

"laugh!"

Steam rises.

The giant wolf suddenly appeared on the molten steel furnace, waving its claws.

"The third one..."

Baquero food processing plant.

"Pfft!"