Warwick the Godfather of Terra

Looking at the table full of guns and ammunition, and the expectant smile on Wen Yue's face.

Wei Yanwu touched his kidney.

Oh shit.

What a sin I have committed.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye a month has passed.

It's a nice day today, and the market not far from the Longmen slums is crowded with people.

I heard that a big Colombian singer is coming to Longmen for a concert tour recently, and recently Longmen has also been flooded with Colombian fans who came to travel.

But all this has nothing to do with Brother Jie.

Today, Brother Jie is still ruthlessly killing and brushing fish.

"Give me a fatter fish scale."

A burly figure stood at the door of Dong’s fish stall.

Warwick pointed at the few fish in the innermost area and said to the guy who was brushing the fish at the back.

"I'm coming."

Hearing the call, Brother Jie rubbed his hands on his buttocks, walked to the front, and when he saw that it was Warwick, he quickly put on an apron.

"Mr. Warwick is here again."

Brother Jie looked at this Rupert who had only been here for a few days but came to buy fish almost every day, and nodded.

"Okay, I'll clean it up for you right away."

As Brother Jie said this, he turned around, rummaged through the water tank, and pulled out the fattest spotted fish.

When the scaly fish was turned out, it was still struggling.

I watched the young man in front of me skillfully clean, cut, scrape the scales, remove the internal organs, and remove the cheeks and teeth.

Under the dim setting sun, the young man's swift movements were like art.

Warwick felt a little sad when he thought that he had already lived here for a month.

I have to say, although this place is somewhat different from the previous world, it seems not to be different.

Although the world's main energy source has been replaced by something called Originium, there is also a new disease called Originopathy, which is a terrifying disease.

However, the gossip in the market is still the same Longmen.

Texas has packed himself with activities this month.

Practice swordplay, read books, go out for manicures, buy clothes, go shopping, and drink coffee.

Every day she lives like a normal Longmen girl of her age.

If she hadn't been fighting vigorously with Warwick in the backyard that morning.

Texas hasn't found what she wants to do yet, but from her frown that is gradually relaxing day by day, it can be seen that this girl is gradually trying to let go of her worries.

This is a good thing. After all, Warwick is not the other person's biological father, and helping him blindly may lead to trouble.

And Warwick has not been idle this month.

He and the various aunties at the door quickly joined the battle.

I have already got a general understanding of the entire situation of Longmen.

Warwick was not too shocked to learn about the identities of his two good brothers.

He knew early on that his two brothers were not ordinary people, but he did not expect that one was the mayor of Longmen and the other was a gangster boss.

But these two brothers never put on airs in front of him, which made him feel that the world is full of love.

Of course, it had happened, he just didn't know it.

Just as Warwick was waiting for the skillful fish-skinning guy to finish packing the fish and prepare to pack them in bags, his eyes suddenly lit up.

“The Dragon Clan registration was successful.

Earn rewards.

The Steppenwolf skin is now unlocked."

Warwick was stunned for a moment and suddenly opened the interface.

On the skin interface, there is a sentence.

"Regional unlock progress 2/14

Currently unlocked area (Flame) Longmen Syracuse

Unlocked region??? ...

What the hell!

Warwick's eyes widened.

This crappy system is obviously made in China.

Give the reward with something you have, right?

Chapter 6000: Wastelander, Wilderness Jackal! (Additional chapter of words)

"The digitized host will not be affected by the properties of the skin and can use the skin normally.

After the data is released, the skin will give the host relative strength according to the original world view. "

The cold letters of the system appeared before my eyes.

At the same time, there is a page of skin that Warwick is all too familiar with.

The three at the top are one gold, one purple, and one blue.

"Skin: Fury of the Southern Sky - Golden God, insufficient permissions to unlock"

"The giant spirit that forever guards the southern sky still guards the gate of heaven, and no evil dares to enter."

"Insufficient permissions for the skin Ancient God to unlock"

"The half-light howling jackal god, accept his power and become his followers"

"Skin Polaris Messenger-Ultimate Permissions Not Entitled"

'The god of the North Star, beneath his deadly grace, are fangs and claws'.

"The skin Fire Fang Werewolf is not unlocked due to insufficient permissions"

'The Flame Fang of the Pale Lord, Blazing Hellscape Fire'

"Skin Source Project-Doomsday insufficient authority not unlocked"

'Failed experiment, excellent weapon, ruthless slaughter'

"Skin Tundra Hunter not unlocked due to insufficient permissions"

"The snowfield is filled with screams. He is coming."

"Insufficient permissions for skin shadow unlocked"

'An immortal fallen knight who takes pleasure in slaughtering'

"The Dark Knight skin is not unlocked due to insufficient permissions"

'A brutal plunderer who brought disaster'

"The skin Manatee Werewolf is not unlocked due to insufficient permissions"

"The mastermind behind the murder of Ah Fu, believe me, you won't like him"

"The skin Wolf Grandma has insufficient permissions and has not been unlocked"

'What a bad wolf!'

"The skin Bloodthirsty Violence has been unlocked and is in use"

'A fierce killing machine, Singed's perfect creation'

"Zuan Rage Beast Primal Skin"

'Vander Warwick'

"Skin Wild Jackal unlockable"

'A hunter waiting for an opportunity in the wasteland, proficient in various activities (1/1 reward after unlocking)'

Looking at this large number of unlocked skins, the werewolf felt very disappointed.

What is this called.

I spent so much effort to get all the skins.

Now that I'm in another world, you tell me that my skin is no longer usable?

Which company are you from that is so unethical?

Oh, it’s a pain message. It’s okay then.

Penguin is still as Sima as always.

He stared with gnashing teeth at the giant wolf in golden splendor standing outside the Nantian Gate, and the ancient god wrapped in black mist in the magic circle.

The golden giant wolf holds the mountains in its hands and steps on the long river. Standing in front of the Heavenly Gate, the golden streamers dance in the wind, and its divine power is as powerful as a prison.

A giant wolf hidden in the darkness, with crazy bone spurs growing all over its body, black fog everywhere, and vengeful spirits wailing.

In addition to being amazed that Old Ma had lost another of his few mothers, Warwick also felt a little bit resentful towards himself.

Why did I choose the worst skin in the first place? It's useless.

If the Ancient God and Wrath of the South came instead, wouldn't I have easily won the game?

One of these two skins is the gate god of Nantianmen, and the other is the resurrected indescribable god.

You are much better than this technology and hard work.

Forget it, it’s too sad to think too much. Warwick sighed and clicked on the newly unlocked Wild Wolf.

A yellow spotted bumpkin wearing a pair of post-punk sunglasses jumped out.

"Draw the reward."

“The prize pool is open, and the prize pool is...

Limited prize pool, Storm Warrior. "

The familiar big turntable was spinning madly in the penguin's distinctive nouveau riche style.

The crazy spinning quickly stopped and soon froze on a small dwarf.

The little guy is not tall, but what is more obvious is the mecha under him.

“Get rewarded.

Wasteland Duke Rambo Skills

Feast of arson.

Arson Feast; Spew out flames, burning the enemy within three seconds. The skill can be moved during this period and can be terminated early.

Cooling time 6 seconds"

Then, Warwick felt his throat getting hot, just like eating a hot dumpling, and couldn't swallow it down, so he could only...

Spit it out!

"call...."

Waves of scorching fire surged out.

The fishmonger on the opposite side was so scared that he quickly stepped back.

At the same time, he picked up the sharp blade in his hand.

No, what are you here for?

Those who want protection money don't have to burn people as soon as they arrive.