Warwick the Godfather of Terra

The military leaders of Glassval can live a life of luxury here, enjoying the luxurious life that they could not enjoy even after fighting for more than ten years.

How can we, the scattered gangs, commit fraud in such a good place where all three forces can benefit?

It is like a huge spider web, each thread seems fragile and can be easily torn loose.

But every flying insect that hits this big net with this thought in mind will become more and more entangled, until finally it is deeply trapped in it, unable to extricate itself.

Brother, this is not something we can change."

Looking at Bilson's face as he tried to persuade her earnestly, Old Pancho snorted coldly.

"So, how did Candela do it?"

Bilson slapped his head.

“Hey, Boss.

Don't forget Mayor Candela's father, former Mayor Dosores, who was forcibly supported by the government to be a puppet, although everyone said he was a man who could do nothing but corruption.

But they are real and have official endorsement.

In today's world, even dogs have to take care of their families.

Candela's father was a good dog raised by her previous employer. If they want to choose a new dog now, they must choose from the old dog's children.

Boss, we are just a bunch of soldiers, stray dogs who fled here after being defeated on the battlefield.

Compared to the domestic dogs, we are just a group of stray dogs. It is a reward from the master that we can find a bite of food in the dog food bowl."

Old Pancho looked at him, his white beard sticking out like a burning flame.

"So, you are willing to be a dog?"

Bilson shook his head, looking sincere.

“Boss, in fact, everyone living in this world is just a dog.

Before, when we were in the Glassval Military, weren't we acting like dogs?

If you think about it carefully, we once fought and died for this country, but in the end, you, who had made many military achievements, were almost sent to the gallows just because of a small thing.

Is this any different from those lackeys who are slaughtered and boiled just because they disturb their master's sleep?

Since we are all dogs, why don't we choose a good-tempered owner who won't kill dogs and serve as her dog? "

These words hit the softest spot in old Pancho's heart.

He was indeed full of vigor and vitality in the past, and he almost bled to death many times for Glassval on the battlefield.

However, what Glassval finally gave him in return was a gallows where he would be hanged sooner or later if his elder brother did not save him.

No matter how much he tried to numb himself or encourage himself over the years, he had to admit the situation of Glassval.

What this guy in front of me said is true.

This world is a world for dogs.

The little dog serves as a lackey for the big dog, and the big dog serves as a lackey for the bigger dog.

Only those people at the top keep dogs.

"So, you chose Candela?"

But old Pancho wouldn't admit it.

Because for so many years, he has been fighting for the liberation of Bolivar, and has used this to hypnotize and numb himself.

Once convinced here today, he was afraid that he would become decadent, discouraged, and lose the backbone of a soldier.

So, he stubbornly denied the person in front of him.

But what Pancho, the stubborn white-haired old dog, didn't expect was that Bjergsen on the opposite side actually shook his head.

"No, Boss, I didn't choose to be that woman Candela's dog."

Bilson looked serious.

"I just chose to work with Mr. Kroening."

Suddenly, his words made old Pancho's eyes bulge.

Old Pancho even suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"Who are you talking about? Kronin? That stray dog ​​from Xiosta?"

Pancho, who had not been angry until now, finally couldn't help it and his face turned red.

He could tolerate his men betraying Candela because he always felt that although Candela was a woman whom he looked down upon, she was indeed a capable person and was an enemy worthy of being treated as an opponent.

It is not shameful to lose to the opponent. It can only be attributed to the fact that one’s teacher is not good enough and one’s skills are not high enough.

But what is Kroenig?

"He is nothing but a loser who could only escape from Xiosta with his tail between his legs in the night!"

Pancho's voice shook the entire storage room, and even the spider on the wall that had worked so hard to weave a web was shaken off the web by the roar.

Old Pancho was so angry.

It’s like if I can’t beat the opponent’s top laner, and I don’t mind getting killed six or seven times, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.

However, it's like you, a top laner who has developed well, were stabbed to death one by one by a 0/18 support.

Pancho is really frustrated.

Looking up at the innocent little spider swinging helplessly on the spider web, Bilson helplessly lowered his head and looked at Pancho with a red face.

"Boss, don't be quick to scold me. Let me ask you, even if we succeed in occupying Dosores, do you know what we should do next?"

Bilson looked Pancho Sr. in the eyes, his face sincere and without a hint of playfulness.

His words and his upright attitude immediately pushed back the Bolivar curse that was brewing in the mouth of angry old Pancho.

"Next..."

Pancho's mouth suddenly felt like it was blocked by a rag, and the anger that had been accumulating in his throat seemed to be extinguished at this moment.

He could no longer utter a syllable.

Bilson on the opposite side sighed.

“See, Boss, you can’t tell.

You have been planning for so long, but even if your plan succeeds and you occupy this city, it will be useless.

Because you don’t know what to do next.”

Listening to Bilson's words, Old Pancho fell silent.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly stagnated.

"Then Kronin has it?"

Finally, old Pancho couldn't stand his old friend's sincere look and spoke first.

"Of course."

Bilson nodded.

"Kronin said that he would take everyone on the yacht as hostage and demand a large enough ransom.

The ransom will be deposited into a Sarkaz account. Brother, you know that there is a special way to withdraw money from the Sarkaz account."

The Sarkaz are the most famous wandering mercenaries in Terran law. Their accounts are very special. As long as you have an account number and a password, no matter who comes, as long as you can report it, you can take it away.

They don't recognize people but not cards. This is a typical way of recognizing cards but not people.

Therefore, this method of transferring money is respected by countless kidnappers.

After all, once you transfer the money here and withdraw the money there, you can kill the victim.

As for going back?

Stop it.

Throughout history, both in China and abroad, have you ever seen a few kidnappers or hostages? Leaving the body intact is considered merciful.

So when old Pancho listened, he realized that Kroenig really had calculated every step.

“After receiving the money, Kroening promised to give me a portion of it.

Big brother, I will give you all this money. You can use it to settle the children. Then we can free up our hands to do what we want to do, right?"

Bilson's words were sincere.

"Instead of setting ourselves as a target, we might as well take some money."

"I don't want that dirty money."

Old Pancho's words were firm.

But Bilson shook his head, looking helpless.

"Boss, think about it, is the funding for our operation still sponsored by that Leitanian businessman?"

Old Pancho was suddenly silent.

Indeed, the funds for this operation, whether it was to buy weapons, hire people, or connect with Kronin, were all provided by the man from Letania.

So, he had already accepted dirty money from these people.

He has been dirty for a long time.

Seeing that old Pancho had fallen silent, Bilson struck while the iron was hot and continued to persuade him.

"If what you said to us is true, then we would have already become the running dogs of these black-hearted capitalists."

He took out a cigarette from his pocket. The exquisite Colombian packaging had a laser luster.

Bilson lit one for himself and walked cautiously to Pancho's side, putting the cigarette to Pancho's mouth while guarding against Pancho's sudden attack.

Old Pancho glanced at him.

Bilson smiled awkwardly and spoke.

"Have a cigarette, brother, your favorite brand, Hoofpeak."

Hoof Peak is a very old brand of cigarettes in Colombia. It is famous for the hoof peak animal on it.

Frankly speaking, this cigarette doesn't taste good. Compared with normal cigarettes, it is too spicy and has a strong taste. Most people simply can't adapt to it.

However, it is extremely popular among the Colombian army.

Because it is strong, it is not like other cigarettes that you can smoke after two puffs. It is not so tiring to smoke.

Of course, this popularity is limited to the Colombian foreign legion.

Those real Colombian soldiers, the gentlemen stationed in Colombia, would mutiny just because the chocolate doesn't taste good.

How could they smoke such spicy cigarettes?

Only the poor foreign legion makes the least money, does the most work, and dreams the most beautiful dreams. While dreaming that they can become real Colombians one day, they continue to persecute foreigners like themselves.

These foreign legions are naturally the main forces sent by Colombia to Bolivarian Republic of to suppress the rebellion.

When Pancho was serving in the Bolivarian rebel army, they were his main opponents, and he could often seize this powerful cigarette from these foreign legions.

Old Pancho likes this kind of cigarette with rich flavor very much. He thinks it is very manly and refreshing.

More importantly, it was captured from the battlefield in Colombia.

So in addition to the local tobacco pipe in Bolivar, this is what old Pancho smokes most often.

But he didn't expect that when he faced his favorite cigarette today, he just felt a bitter taste in his mouth.

After mumbling for a long time, old Pancho finally opened his mouth.

He held the cigarette in his mouth.

Seeing that Old Pancho was already holding a cigarette, a smile immediately broke out on Bilson's face.

He lit one for himself and walked back to the chair opposite Pancho and sat down.

"Alas, Colombia doesn't make good tobacco anymore. The spice taste in this tobacco is too strong. I can tell from the smell that they didn't bake it long enough and used spices to cover up the taste."

Bilson exhaled a puff of white smoke and held a cigarette.

"But this tastes much better than the rubbish we seized back then."