Warwick the Godfather of Terra

He was under a tight time schedule and had to find enough parts to assemble the car before dawn.

The wheels and other things have been found, the engine materials have also been prepared, and now all we need are a few pressure-resistant air ducts.

Behind him, Brandt thought he was going to die.

That hideous face was too scary in the night.

But unexpectedly, this guy didn't do anything to him.

With lingering fear, he poked his head out of the trash can, revealing a pair of eyes.

Then, his eyes suddenly opened wide and his little mouth suddenly opened.

Oh my god, what did he see?

That guy, that guy is breathing fire!

At this time, Warwick was squatting on the ground. He had just found some good steel plates and iron sheets in another trash can.

Seeing that there was no time left and no time to bother anymore, I might as well burn a pressure-resistant steel pipe myself.

So the werewolf squatted on the ground and started burning the pile of iron plates and steel pipes.

His mechanical arm made him completely unaffected by the high temperature, and in a short while, the steel pipe was squeezed out.

Under the confused gaze of the bear cub behind him, Warwick poured out a pile of junk from the bag, and then assembled it while burning it with fire.

After a while, a huge punk motorcycle appeared in front of him.

The Ursus guy behind him was stunned.

How did he use his claws to easily cut through steel plates that even an electric saw couldn't cut, and cut them into just the right size?

Moreover, why are these hard iron sheets like obedient origami in his hands!

Can you bend when you want and be round when you want?

Brandt couldn't figure it out.

However, before he could figure it out, he saw that the werewolf who had been squatting on the ground had stood up!

Then, he walked towards me!

That hideous face and ferocious expression scared him so much that he almost marked the location!

"you you you you..."

Boland was trembling and couldn't utter a word.

"What are you talking about? Take it."

Warwick threw something.

It was a specially made steel needle launcher.

"From now on, you will help me take care of this garbage dump. Understand?"

Pointing to the huge garbage dump behind him, Warwick reached out and tapped the little bear cub's head.

Boland, who was holding the transmitter, was stunned for a moment, then nodded like a chicken running for rice.

"I understand, I understand!"

Warwick nodded in satisfaction.

This garbage dump is a source of materials that he is very satisfied with, and maybe he will be able to collect more things from it in the future.

However, there is no one here, only a little kid who is nothing. What if someone else comes and takes over the place in the future and takes away all the garbage?

I can't just look at this every day.

So, he needs someone to look after the place.

This little guy, who doesn't seem to pose any threat at first glance, is very easy to use.

I am a wolf, so it should be easy for me to catch a little bear cub.

It’s not the immortal thunder.

"Okay, do you know where the daily rubbish is thrown?"

Warwick asked the little boy who was overjoyed.

"It's at the back, go further back, it's the fourth garbage dump."

The kid answered hurriedly.

"Okay, keep an eye on it for me."

Warwick nodded, turned, and ran on all fours toward the garbage heap.

After a while, a tall and thin figure came back carrying a box of various expired laundry detergents.

Well, that's the fuel he was prepared for.

After pouring the laundry detergent into the fuel tank, which was much larger than that of other motorcycles, Warwick sat astride the seat made from a sofa seat and stepped on the accelerator twice, under the horrified gaze of Brandt.

The locomotive first emitted a burst of pungent black smoke, and then, as Boland looked at him as if he were looking at a ghost, it ejected two streams of scorching flames!

Mm, lavender smell.

Warwick nodded in satisfaction.

It is said that although they are memories from another world, they are generally usable.

Moreover, some materials in this world may be of better quality than the wasteland of Valoran because of the Originium.

"gone."

Warwick swung the front of the car, loaded the gasoline barrel full of laundry detergent behind the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the roar echoed in the garbage dump.

A line of fire burned the ground into a black paste. In the dark night, the tall werewolf rode his punk motorcycle and disappeared from Boland's sight.

Longmen at night is not as quiet as Syracuse, but rather very lively.

After all, the gangs in Longmen are more humane than those in Syracuse.

The lower-level members also have to go out to eat in the evening.

"So, this is why you took me out to race in disguise?"

Leaning against the monster motorcycle, Xingxiong held a fish ball skewer in his mouth and smacked his lips, humming.

Opposite her was Princess Wen Yue, who was wearing a simple kimono and had a face as elegant as orchid.

And behind her is the luxurious version of the colorful Rocket 35 motorcycle.

"Mrs. Wen Yue."

Wen Yue smiled appropriately.

"Ah."

"Why doesn't Madam drive the original car anymore?"

Looking at the obviously newly purchased motorcycle behind Wen Yue, Xingxiong raised his eyebrows.

She didn't find it strange that Wen Yue was a speeding driver.

As a Japanese, it is normal for me to like motorcycles.

Just like every Longmen person who didn’t drink herbal tea when they were young will suddenly get used to and fall in love with drinking herbal tea when they grow up overnight.

However, as the leader of the Outer Ring Thirteen, Sister Gui knew very well the favorite cars of every speed racer in Longmen. Now that Princess Wen Yue suddenly changed her car, she was a little confused.

It's not an economic issue, but for a driver, a well-run car is much more user-friendly than a new car that has not been run-in.

Even if this new car is luxurious.

Well, I'm definitely not greedy.

Xingxiong drank the curry soup in the paper cup in his hand and wiped his mouth.

Wen Yue smiled.

"Old Wei bought it for me."

Xingxiong curled his lips.

This is dog food.

Of course, she had no idea that Lao Wei bought her this car purely for self-protection.

Ever since Warwick brought the jar of medicinal wine, Wen Yue discovered its special use.

Then, the mattress loss rate in Wei Yanwu's home rose sharply.

No, this won’t work. If this continues, Lao Wei feels that he will become a dragon sooner or later.

So, Wei Yanwu remembered his wife's little hobby.

As we all know, for drivers, a new car needs to be run-in when it is first purchased.

This period of adjustment will give him precious breathing time.

Therefore, Lao Wei spared no expense to bring back this magic weapon to subdue Wen Yue from Colombia.

"So, how do we do it?"

After flattening the paper box and throwing it into the trash can nearby, Sister Gui put on her specially made helmet that could fit the horns on her head.

"It's the same old rule. Three laps around the outer ring of the dragon gate."

Princess Wen Yue held up three fingers.

A confident smile appeared on her face, which had been recently moisturized and very plump.

"How about it, dare not..."

However, before she could finish her words, a khaki car sped past her.

The speed was so fast that even the two people with excellent eyesight couldn't see the taillights!

All I saw was a shit-yellow figure.

And the faint scent in the air...

Lavender scent?

Chapter 22: Daidi and Texas

"Gee, the air here is just different from Columbia."

At the entrance of Longmen, a short black penguin jumped down from a tall muscle car with a shaky step.

As a well-known superstar in Colombia, a superstar-level figure, he would definitely notify in advance if he was going to start a concert tour, and Longmen would also send someone to contact him.

But the emperor refused, as he preferred to drive here alone.

As for how to drive, if you think you have enough money, can’t you customize a penguin seat?

After taking a deep breath, Dai Di was about to make a speech.

Suddenly, the fat penguin frowned violently.

wrong!

Although the smell in the air was very faint, he still smelled it!

It smells like wolf!

And it’s not just one kind!

Four different wolf smells!

Daidi rubbed his chin with his tiny arm, and the whole penguin was thinking.

As the Lord of Beasts, the Emperor could clearly sense the breath of other Beast Lords in the air.

Every beast lord has his own special smell, and the beast lord in the wolf den in Syracuse naturally has an extremely strong wolf smell.

"Something is wrong. Something is very wrong."

The green eyes behind the Emperor's sunglasses glowed with wisdom.

After all, the wolves in Syracuse always like to stay in their place and play house games. They never come out to play. Even if they do, it is only because one of them failed in the game and comes out to hang out.