Warwick the Godfather of Terra

Besides, you have been coming here to buy fish for so many days, why are you asking for protection fees now?

If you had told me earlier, I would have called the police earlier.

Warwick, who was opposite him, quickly stopped using his skill and apologized awkwardly.

"Ahem, sorry, little brother, my throat has been sore these days, and I'm a little irritated."

An awkward but polite smile flashed across Jie Ge's face.

"Ahahaha, you are really angry."

Having said that, he was about to continue cleaning the scale fish for Warwick.

However, a fragrance came with the wind.

Brother Jie sniffed, wondering where the fragrance came from.

Uncle Dong’s fish ball shop is not here. This only sells fish, so it should have no taste except fishy smell.

Warwick's nose was more sensitive, so he sniffed, followed the source of the scent, and looked down.

Oh. It's the fish that the boy just cleaned up.

Now it should be grilled fish.

Now, it was lying on the chopping board that was a little blackened by the fire. The fish skin was burnt just right by the flames, and the fat on the surface gave it a layer of golden crispy crust. A hint of fragrance was emanating from the opening on the ventral side.

After a while, a few middle-aged women seemed to smell the smell and came over.

"Ah Jie, what smells so good? Did Dong Laogui move the fish balls here to sell?"

"Oh, then you have to give me a bowl, so I don't have to go back and buy some."

These aunties are regular customers who always come to buy fish, and Brother Jie doesn't dare to offend them.

Looking at the fish that Warwick had just grilled, I didn't know how to explain it to them.

"Well, big sister, I heard that the supermarket over there is giving out eggs. If you queue up, you can get three eggs per person, and you can queue back and forth. If you don't go, it will be too late."

At this moment, Warwick stood up and used his rich experience in communicating with the aunts to make these middle-aged fairies stop chattering.

Then, as if they had been trained, they all stopped chattering, turned around in unison, and took a step forward.

The movements were so coordinated, as if they were about to go to Egypt to bully a centenarian.

"Well, check out."

Warwick said as he took out the bank card his brother gave him last night.

The consumption at the seafood stalls is not low, and the seafood from Taila is actually quite expensive.

After all, there are many cute little creatures in the sea of ​​Terra, so seafood can be considered a light luxury item.

Therefore, there are POS machines in Uncle Dong’s fish stalls.

After swiping the card, Warwick walked home carrying the grilled fish in the plastic bag.

Along the way, I continued to test my skills in places with few people.

By the time I arrived at the door, I was able to open and close it skillfully.

When he arrived at the door, the werewolf frowned when he saw the pile of Wei Yanwu's table legs at the door.

He originally intended to pick up these things and use them to build something.

But it seems that it is no longer useful now.

It’s a pity about this good wood. Looking at the wood grain you can tell it is solid wood and must be expensive.

It would be a pity to throw it away.

Squatting down and taking a look, Warwick scratched his head.

This made him seem unable to think of any solution.

Suddenly, Warwick slapped his head.

Damn, maybe I’ve been a werewolf for too long and I can’t think like a human anymore.

The biggest difference between humans and animals is that we can use tools.

And it’s not like I don’t have tools.

Looking at the description of "master of all trades" in the Wild Jackal skin list, Warwick was determined.

"Change your skin, Wilderness Jackal."

Suddenly, Warwick's body was stretched out, and the gray-green hair all over his body turned into smoky yellow in an instant, with spots of different sizes growing on his hair.

Compared to the burly ones in between, this figure seemed taller but a little thin, and the alchemical device behind it was replaced with a gas-powered engine, and the alchemical steel claws were transformed into a punk-style mechanical arm.

Raising his hand to look at his paw, which was almost identical to that of a certain filial son, Warwick took a deep breath.

"Data release."

Suddenly, the werewolf, who was only about 1.7 meters tall, seemed to be inflated and grew wildly to...

Two meters.

Well, it’s true that in the worldview of Steppenwolf, Warwick is just a gnoll who follows you out to steal things. How big can a gnoll be?

However, unlike before when strong murderous intent and blood lust flooded into his brain, this time Warwick's brain was not stuffed with so much murderous intent that it was almost overflowing.

Rather, greed.

Extreme greed.

He is so greedy that he has to taste the saltiness of the manure truck when it passes by his door.

Of course, some weird wasteland knowledge also came in.

For example, the assembly of mecha.

Production of small fuel engines.

Repair and maintenance of Alchemy-powered locomotives.

Miniature nuclear reactor..

What the hell is this mess.

Warwick was shocked as he checked his memory.

However, compared to the previous bloodthirsty and violent one, it must be said that although the skin of this werewolf may be a lot weaker, at least in terms of controllability, it is much better than his previous one. At least Warwick feels that he can control himself.

Greed can at least land you in jail, but murderous intent can be deadly.

Even though it's someone else's life that's at stake.

Warwick rubbed his paws, though.

Still a little itchy.

Always wanting to steal something back.

Turning his head to look at the dim sunlight, Warwick turned around and began to study the cedar trees on the ground.

There is still plenty of time, no rush.

Let's study this bit of junk first.

Crouching on the ground, the tall hyena fiddled with the wood. The lower half of his face, whose eyes could not be seen clearly due to the goggles, revealed a crazy and greedy smile.

Longmen, slums.

The gray-haired Ursus boy reached out to cover the cardboard, leaned against the garbage pile, and closed his eyes.

Of course, he wouldn't sleep too deeply.

After all, this garbage bin is his home. If he falls asleep, it will be taken away by the garbage truck the next day.

Last time, a scavenger was pulled into a compressor and pressed into a block.

He didn't want to be squashed into a big meat biscuit.

Although given his small body, it would probably be difficult to compress him into a large piece.

But little Boland didn't care.

Although he is only twelve years old, he already has very good skills.

Compared to those messy people, he is different from ordinary people. His short height, which was criticized in Ursus, is considered a natural gift here, allowing him to get into those strange places to find garbage.

It also allows him to sleep in these trash cans where others can't sleep.

Moreover, when wandering on the streets, he could better reach the pockets of tall people.

Especially after the completion of Taikoo Plaza, every time you just walk around the entrance, you can make a lot of money.

It’s a pity that the dog hole there was sealed recently.

Where should I steal tomorrow?

The bear cub looked at the top of the garbage can.

However, before he could think further, a sharp claw lifted the roof of his house.

"Whizzing!"

Two steel needles flew out instantly.

Then he was rolled into a dough twist by Warwick.

Under the moonlight, a werewolf wearing strange goggles frowned as he looked at the bear cub who was huddled together in fear, holding a shabby and modified simple launcher that was probably made from discarded gas struts.

Then, close the door.

unlucky.

There is someone in this trash can.

Warwick shook the pile of junk behind him.

He translated all of this here.

He plans to build his own car.

All cars in this world are powered by Originium.

This was really hard for him to accept.

The previous self might have been fine.

Now that he has used this skin, how could he possibly spend money to drive an extremely expensive Originium car?

Isn’t it nice to have what you saved yourself?

And to be honest, he really didn't think that these so-called Originium technologies were that advanced. After all, the energy source was too single.

You know, in the wasteland, you can't get any fuel you want.

Your car must be able to run on diesel, gasoline, or even soybean oil or gutter oil.

And you have to drive fast, steady and without exploding.

This is how Rambo's death mecha in the wasteland world was made.

Isn't this much more useful than these delicate Originium vehicles?

What's more, Originium is not cheap, even low-quality Originium fuel is not cheap.

So, that night, Warwick came to the largest garbage dump in the Longmen slum.

I have to say, after being dedigitized, the jackals' sense of smell is really useful, and they can smell the stench of garbage at a glance.

However, seeing that the trash can was so clean, Warwick thought there might be some high-end goods in it, such as discarded communicators and monitors, which he could pick up and install a display screen on the car he had saved up for.

Who would have thought that what they saw was a dark-looking bear cub.

This made Warwick a little disappointed.

But there are some light ones.

Fortunately, the werewolf I changed to just wanted to make money. If I had changed to the original skin.

Now there is probably only a pool of blood left.

Turning around, Warwick began searching other trash cans.