Warwick the Godfather of Terra

Fortunately, after the factory paid him the work injury allowance, he had just enough money for his children to study at the local adult college in the treatment area, learn a skill such as mechanical repair or auto sheet metal, and then find a job here to support the family.

But this was not what he wanted.

He didn't want to see his child become another version of himself.

So...he's going to give it a try.

He wrapped the package tightly in his hand, knowing full well that it was now time for the afternoon shift change. Having worked in this factory for so many years, he spent more time here than at home.

The HR manager's face was still as smelly as ever, as dirty as the mole around his mouth.

But there was nothing he could do.

Putting the things in his hands beside him and the bottle of strong tequila as a gift on the table, he asked the personnel director to give his child a place to inherit his job.

He could trade his retirement savings for it.

However, the face of the person opposite him, who had once been caring and concerned about him on the stage, now became as ruthless as a piece of steel just rolled out of a lathe.

"You are no longer a normal citizen of Colombia."

The man was flipping through the files on the table and refused to even look up at him.

"Remember, you are now just an infected person, a person who has been deprived of his citizenship."

The man's words were like knives that stabbed deep into old Gordon's heart.

"If the state government didn't have special protection for people like you, I wouldn't give you a penny, so don't even think about negotiating with me. I'm very busy, you..."

The man looked up.

"Crack!"

The sound of the crossbow being strung was audible.

It was a crossbow that shone with cold light.

The crossbow looks a bit old, but the bowstring and crossbow body are regularly maintained and are still bright and clean.

The sharp steel-tipped barbed arrow was resting on top of his head, and the sharp tip of the arrow had pierced his soft skin that had been pampered for many years.

Old Gordon, who was holding the crossbow, was shaking, but his hands did not move.

He had worked in the factory for many years and had developed such an iron fist.

"Old Gordon, you are breaking the law!"

Suddenly, the HR director in front of him turned pale and his voice became shrill, like the howl of a night owl.

Old Gordon held the crossbow.

He was actually very scared.

But he was more afraid.

He was afraid that his children would end up in the same situation as him one day because of something similar.

Colombian laws are very strict, as strict as a big net that covers them and leaves them breathing only through the holes.

He was almost suffocated to death, how could he let his child be suffocated to death too?

His father was a traditional Syracusan and he told him this when he gave him the crossbow.

"I used it to protect your grandfather and your mother. In the future, you must also protect your family."

Therefore, all he could do was to use his own body to make a hole and send his child one step out.

Although there were fishing nets outside, at least the mesh was large enough for him to breathe.

Looking at the HR manager who was still chattering and trying to intimidate him into putting down the crossbow, and who was becoming more and more arrogant because he did not pull the trigger, he suddenly roared.

"Shut your mouth, you (traditional Colombian swear word)"

His beard seemed to be covered with a layer of flames.

"If you don't want to miss seeing your lover at the club tonight, you should immediately approve a transfer order for me."

The HR manager immediately started to act in a panic, and the arrogance on his face suddenly turned into panic.

"Okay, I'll approve it right away, I'll approve it right away, don't do anything..."

A job that usually could be completed in one minute took him a long time to sign before it was registered and posted online.

"Gordon, can you put down the crossbow now..."

Looking at the guy in front of him, even though he had already equated his insults with Sun Xiaochuan in his heart, the HR director still had a smile on his face and prayed.

However, the bearded man in front of him ignored him and just picked up one of the two bottles of tequila.

then…

"Crack!"

Slammed it hard on the desk.

The top of the bottle broke violently, and a large amount of liquor flowed out.

Old Gordon poured the wine directly on the fat man.

Then, amid the fat man's wailing, he picked up another bottle.

"Pooh!"

He bit open the bottle cap, spit out the cork, and took a big gulp. The hot liquor seemed to be swallowed into his stomach with a ball of fire. Then all the anger and dissatisfaction of these years turned into a ball of heat, which spurted out with the smell of alcohol.

"Buck from the Security Department was infected last month while protecting the factory's supplies. For the sake of the factory's influence, you approached him and asked him not to make this public. He listened to you.

The result is that you did not compensate him according to the work injury allowance, and after deleting the video, you drove his family to the treatment area.

As a result, his wife and his two-year-old child will never be able to leave that hellish place for the rest of their lives.

So, when he found out I was coming to see you, he gave me his work ID.

Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to walk into the office with this bow.”

A blue work badge was thrown on the ground, and the young man on it was smiling confidently and flamboyantly.

It seems as if I can step onto the continent of hope and move towards success tomorrow.

The HR director's body was shaking more and more.

It's not because I regret it, but simply because I don't understand.

What exactly do you want to say?

I have done a lot of similar things, otherwise how could I have been promoted from a team leader to a manager?

What exactly are you going to do?

"Okay, I'm not good at talking and I won't say much."

However, under the horrified gaze of the personnel director, old Gordon reached into his pocket.

Then he frowned.

Damn it, I forgot I haven’t smoked for three days since I quit my job.

I don't have the habit of carrying a lighter with me anymore.

Turning to look at the man.

"Do you have a lighter?"

Minister of Personnel: “…”

So you don't even prepare a prop to kill me?

But he really doesn't smoke.

It’s not that I won’t, it’s just that my health is not good. I have severe alcoholic cirrhosis and I will die if I continue to smoke.

So he also quit smoking for a long time.

At this moment, he was extremely grateful for the drinking competitions he and his former team leader had in the many programs.

After searching for a long time without finding the headphones, Old Gordon became a little anxious.

The shift is almost over.

"Give."

Just then, a voice came from beside Gordon.

Then, a slender hand handed over a golden lighter with a bloody wolf's head clearly visible on it.

Old Gordon and the HR manager were both startled as they looked at the white-haired Luper tribe member who suddenly appeared beside them.

She was wearing only a simple bra binder and hot pants, nothing else.

As a result, her eye-catching white skin that looked like jade was exposed, as well as the black origin stone crystals on her waist and thighs.

The Lupo girl's long hair was tied into a high ponytail, and she had two ridiculously large swords on her waist.

In one hand she held a lighter, in the other she held...

Bloody head!!

Streams of blood were even gathering into drops, condensing into small flower pieces on the floor.

Bloody flowers.

And he happened to know all the heads in this pile.

In addition to him, they are the managers of various departments including production department, sales department, and logistics department.

There were seven of them in total, and they were twisted into a pile like an old lady carrying the taro back after chopping it, and were held in the White Wolf's hand.

The fat man's whole body twitched and he suddenly passed out with a "click".

"Here you go!"

As if he was getting impatient, White Wolf handed the lighter to Old Gordon.

"Don't you want fire?"

Old Gordon was stunned.

But he subconsciously took the lighter and lit it.

The fat man suddenly opened his eyes, his face full of fear.

"No! Old Gordon, killing is against the law! Don't forget, if you kill me, your child won't be able to escape either!"

However, before he could finish his words, a pair of high-heeled boots kicked his three hundred pound body over.

Lappland's boots stepped hard on his big pancake face.

"Don't forget, the governor of your state has made a law specifically for your son, the rubber king. Crimes are attributed to individuals! They do not accumulate to children!"

The voice just fell.

"brush!"

The sharp sword was unsheathed.

A fat head was caught in the hand.

Not only was the astonishment and fear on his face still vivid, but even his mouth moved a few times.

"Okay, it's alright here, you can go now."

Taking his lighter from the old man with his mouth open and a confused look on his face, Lappland put the greatsword back into the scabbard at his waist, turned around and walked to the side of the bed.

When the man came to his senses and was about to speak, he only saw a white light.

The Rupert girl had disappeared.

The only one left there was a fat man without a head.

Old Gordon turned his head, looked at the corpse, and slowly sat down on the ground.

It was one thing when I was hot-blooded. Now that I have calmed down, it is another thing.

Now, he was left with a headless corpse.

What else can I say?

It’s over…