Warwick the Godfather of Terra

"If you insist on joining Rhodes Island, then your police rank in the Lungmen Guard Bureau will no longer be retained."

Looking at Xiaolongnu's frowning brows, Wei Yanwu said in a cold and merciless voice.

"Make your choice."

Xiao Longnu stared at her police badge.

That is proof of her struggle.

It is also her past.

but…

Reaching out and pushing, as Wei Yanwu's eyes jumped slightly, Sir Chen pushed the police badge back in front of Wei Yanwu.

“There is no need for the police to keep it.”

Sir Chen's words were firm and decisive.

"Sooner or later I'll get it back myself."

Since she successfully got it once, she will definitely get it a second time.

Wei Yanwu expressionlessly put away Chen Sir's police badge and put it back in his pocket.

"Well, as the Governor of Longmen Province, I will deprive you, Chen Huijie, of your position as the Inspector of the Serious Crime Unit of the Longmen Guard Bureau."

However, before Sir Chen's eyes dimmed, Wei Lao Er took out a new police badge.

“However, as a partner, Longmen has reason to provide strategic assistance to our partners.”

As he said this, he slid the police badge on the table and fell in front of Sir Chen.

"Therefore, Officer Chen Huijie, as the chief of the Longmen Guard Bureau, I order you to become a special police officer of the Longmen Guard Bureau stationed on the Rhodes Island ship. You will be given the rank of Inspector."

"Yes."

Putting away the police badge, Sir Chen nodded.

The atmosphere suddenly froze again.

A niece and an uncle, two taciturn people, stayed in this conference room for a long time.

Finally, Wei Yanwu looked at his watch. It was almost time. He still had things to do.

A light cough broke the silence.

Sitting on the sofa, Wei Yanwu looked at Sir Chen opposite him. Strangely, he did not hold his pipe, but held the teacup like the Rat King, and spoke to Chen Huijie indifferently as if he was giving a normal family lecture.

"Warwick is different from us. He doesn't need to abide by many things during his existence. He can achieve the achievements that we can only achieve after decades of hard work and deception."

Looking at Sir Chen who was silent in front of him, Wei Yanwu put down his teacup. He came here today not just to reminisce with Xiaolongnu.

“I teach you swordsmanship not so that you can use the same sword moves as me or imitate me completely.

You can't be me, and you shouldn't be me.

Joining Rhodes Island may be a smart move, or it may be a dead end.

But, Chen Huijie, you have to know that after leaving Longmen, you can no longer consider yourself a police officer of the Longmen Guard Bureau."

Sir Chen looked at Wei Yanwu's face.

The face that used to be serious and had hit its palms red with the scabbard of the sword in memory now had a few traces of old age.

“Coming here today, I can explain it to you clearly.

That’s right, I was the one who killed Tallulah’s father.”

Under the frightened gaze of Sir Chen, Wei Yanwu uttered these words lightly.

"It's really you..."

Although he had known this for a long time, when these words really came out of Wei Yanwu's mouth, Chen still felt dizzy.

"The enemies I faced back then were dozens or even hundreds of times more terrifying than you can imagine now.

At that time, this was the only solution I could think of.

It is my inability to protect my dear friend."

"If you want to do better than me, prove it to me.

When I feel I can, I will tell you everything. But in the meantime, I will not be of any help to you.”

Wei Yanwu stood up, turned around, and blocked Chen Sir's sight with his somewhat thin back.

"But I won't stop you from asking others for help."

After opening the door, Wei Yanwu left a few words and walked away.

Chen Huijie was left alone in the room, sitting quietly on the sofa in a daze.

Chen Huijie is not Ceob, she knows exactly what Wei Yanwu means.

Lao Long had just thrown words in her face.

"Go find Warwick."

Meanwhile, Zaun's barbecue stand had sold out the day's stock.

Those who didn’t get to eat the rest could only leave with regretful looks.

"call."

Reaching out to take the towel hanging around his neck and wiped the sweat off his face, Red placed the last handful of skewers on the plate and let out a long sigh.

To be honest, he never dreamed that his Originium skills could be used for barbecue. As an executioner of the Reunion Movement, he was used to fighting for his life on the battlefield.

He once fantasized about how he would live if the struggle was over. Would he be a worker like before, or would he continue to stay in the team?

I just never expected that I would become a chef today.

but...

"goodbye!"

Waving goodbye to an infected girl who was hugging her boyfriend's arm and leaning back in his chair, Red suddenly felt that this kind of life was really pretty good.

The long knife in his hand was replaced with a steel skewer for barbecue, and the meat on it was changed from a living person to cut pieces of meat.

"What are you doing?"

At this time, a bottle of ice-cold beer was thrown over.

Reid reached out and caught it.

"laugh!"

After prying open the pull ring, the white and yellow foam of wine rolled out and was poured into the dry coughing throat before it could overflow.

"what!"

With a satisfied burp, Reid looked at Nine who had his hands in his pockets in front of him and asked.

"Why aren't you in the pharmacy? Is no one buying medicine today?"

Nine curled lips.

"There are so many infected people here, how could no one buy medicine? I just changed shifts and came to see you."

Red drank his beer, crushed the can into a pancake and threw it in the trash.

"Let's go and have some fun."

Rubbing his face, Red stood up.

He turned and walked out of the barbecue stall, leading the way towards a bar.

The bar is not far from their grill stand.

On the sign, a line of common language was written in a huge explosive body.

“A whole good life”

When you push open the door of the bar, the explosive music makes your blood boil.

The dance floor built with scrap steel has a unique postmodern beauty. In the middle of the dance floor, a Sarkaz woman wearing only hot pants and a tight vest is wearing sunglasses and rubbing the computer mixer in her hand.

The red hair on her forehead kept bouncing as her body danced, and the two aho-hair on top of her head that looked like cockroach antennae also trembled in response.

"Come on, let's move on to the next one!"

The sound suddenly became sharp, and the Sarkaz woman turned the button to change the song.

Suddenly, a burst of passionate music sounded.

Looking at the even crazier crowd around him, the look behind W's sunglasses became crazy.

"Is this your excuse for breaking up..."

The exciting music echoed in the middle of the dance floor, deafening.

Sitting on a chair nearby, a fat penguin pointed at the revelers and shouted to the burly Rupert man beside him.

"Didn't you say you would bring me here to find the Angel?"

The emperor was almost going mad.

Chapter 2: The Great Emperor: Where are my employees?

The entire Haohuo Bar is the only nightclub in Zaun.

After all, as a newly established city, many of the facilities here are not so complete.

Unlike Colombia, where people can just take source crystal powder and have fun on the spot, the urgent desire for entertainment has prompted everyone to gather in this only bar to party.

Fortunately, the bar is large and has plenty of waiters.

Although their service is not very professional, it is very enthusiastic.

After all, who comes to the bar really to drink?

Isn't it all for dancing?

The speakers that the werewolves had transformed from the large loudspeakers that were originally used to broadcast police information and the rotating lights that were modified from searchlights from the ruins of the old city could just meet everyone's most basic needs.

Coupled with the DJ who is always enthusiastic, has a good figure and is very generous, this bar can be said to be packed every night.

Looking at the group of Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Demons swaying left and right with the flickering lights, the emperor felt his forehead trembling constantly.

Ever since Texas left Penguin Logistics and went to Rhode Island, Angelus has been thinking about seeing what kind of person the captain of this magical pharmaceutical company is and whether he has the ability to kidnap Texas.

So a few days ago, after delivering the most recent order, Exiah asked for leave from the Emperor to visit Texas in Rhode Island.

Who would have thought that after watching for seven or eight days, there was no news from the Angel of Power within a week.

There was no other choice, so the emperor had to let Croissant go find Exia.

As a result, the croissant that was later sent to look for the Archangel also disappeared!

Can the old penguin bear this?

It just so happened that Miss Aidoulu, who had been practicing singing and rap outside, came back during this period, and the Emperor was just about to ask Kong to go find her.

As a result, when I just arrived at the dormitory, I found that Kong had left before Angel Exia, the night he just returned to Penguin Logistics!

The old penguin was furious.

Where are my employees?

But there was no other way, so I had to come to him in person.

Because he knew that with Angel's temper, although she would occasionally do some minor things like absenteeism, but the fact that she didn't even reply to a letter must mean that there must be someone supporting her behind the scenes.

As for who it is, is there any need to say?

So the emperor found the werewolf all the way, and Warwick agreed to take him to find his employees.

But who would have thought that this dead wild dog would bring him here.

"Oh, I know you're anxious, but don't be anxious yet."

The werewolf drank the whiskey mixed with Fengti energy drink in the glass and calmed the emperor while chewing an ice ball.

As he said this, he looked at the time.