Warwick the Godfather of Terra

After rubbing his dog's head angrily a few times, the werewolf turned around, left the inn, and rode his motorcycle towards the place where he wholesaled meat.

Ceobe held the candy with eager eyes, and waited until Warwick disappeared before she lowered her head and continued licking it.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard footsteps coming from behind.

Men and women dressed in various smart clothes and carrying various weapons came to the boss to pay the bill.

While licking the candy, Ceobe looked at the group of people coming out.

They were all wrapped in belts of unknown meaning, covered in bulletproof vests, and the various weapons in their hands showed that they were not to be trifled with.

However, in the eyes of Silly Dog, all this is nothing strange.

It would be strange if he didn't carry a weapon.

The reason why Silly Dog paid attention to them was because the big man in sunglasses who was leading them was holding a pot and drinking something.

It looks like it tastes delicious.

The silly dog ​​was a little greedy and licked the candy even faster.

At this moment, the big man wearing sunglasses seemed to notice the silly dog ​​who had been staring at him and licking the candy, and his eyes turned over.

Looking at the girl who was wagging her tail and licking the candy foolishly, the big guy raised the pot in his hand and gestured.

"You want some too?"

The dog immediately showed an interested look.

Suddenly, he remembered what his uncle taught him: don't stare at others while they eat and don't accept things from others casually. He pouted immediately.

Then he lowered his head and continued to lick his candy.

Well, I have candy, I don't envy him.

I don't envy him.

Wow, I really want to know what that guy drinks...

The dog was having a very complicated psychological struggle in his heart.

However, before she could finish her struggle, a big man wearing sunglasses came up to her, looked at Keobe who was sitting there licking sugar substitute, and frowned slightly.

He could lick this kind of thing with such happiness, and then he looked at the Originium crystal on his thigh, and his sunglasses suddenly understood something.

Oh, feelings are contagious.

That's no surprise.

He reached into his combat uniform and pulled out a raspberry-flavored energy bar and handed it to Silly Dog.

“Children can’t drink alcohol.

Come, little girl, eat this."

The common language came, and looking at the thing handed to her, Keobe swallowed her saliva. Just as she was about to reach out her hand, she suddenly felt a headache.

"No, no, no, my uncle told me not to take other people's things casually."

Silly Dog's hands are shaking like Flower's hands.

"Oh, that's how it is."

The big man wearing sunglasses raised his eyebrows and looked at the candy next to the silly dog.

Then he threw the energy bar on the table, reached out to take a piece of sugar substitute, and smiled heartily with his unshaven mouth.

"Then I'll trade with you, so you won't be considered taking my things."

As he said this, he threw a piece of candy into his mouth and stood up.

"Hey, let's go!"

At this time, the big man's companions who had already walked out of the hotel called out to the big man.

"Okay, let's go. Eat slowly, little one."

With a wave of his hand, the big man in sunglasses turned and left.

Looking at the energy bar thrown on the table, the dog scratched his head and looked at the big guy who was leaving.

Behind the black combat uniform, the chess tower-shaped logo shines brightly.

Silly Dog looked at the candy in her hand, then looked at the energy bar given to her, swallowed, then picked it up and put it in her pocket.

This is a good thing given by others, so I should give it to uncle first.

After the big man outside the house joined the team, he took over his shield and took another sip from the wine jug.

"Is Amiya at the reservation location?"

Putting the hip flask in his pocket, Ace spoke in a low voice.

"Well, according to the planned plan, we will go to pick her up. We can go directly to the old site from here."

The operator beside him nodded.

“Then, according to the scheduled plan, the operation will start in four hours, and we have to arrive within five hours.

Doberman will meet up with Amiya first, and we will join in as the second wave to provide cover."

Ace carried his shield and boarded the vehicle.

"Okay, I've almost memorized the action code. No need to say more. Let's take a break. This is going to be a tough battle."

Taking a deep breath, Ace closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

"Captain, what kind of person is the doctor we are going to rescue this time?"

A new operator in the back row was curious.

He had just arrived in Rhodes Island less than two years ago. If it weren't for his outstanding combat qualities, he would have had no chance to rescue the Doctor this time.

"Doctor."

A powerful figure flashed through ace's mind.

"Doctor, that's Doctor."

After thinking for a long time, Ace slowly closed his eyes.

"unique."

The operators in the back row were a little helpless, as Ace Brother was not as good at telling riddles as Dr. Kelsey.

But others are more direct and simply don’t tell you.

Hey.

The operator is holding a crossbow.

I hope everything goes well this time.

Chapter 2: The Blazing Light of the Dark Ages (4000) ( -in-)

"When he rides on my beloved motorcycle, he will always say ouch!"

Sitting on the motorcycle, Warwick drove all the way to the inner city.

The structure of any mobile city is actually mostly divided into an inner city and an outer city.

The inner city is inhabited by nobles and big capitalists, while the outer city is inhabited by the poor infected people.

This is a very normal phenomenon.

There won't be any urban villages in Terra. After all, the driving mechanisms of the mobile city are all in the central location. If you don't build it well here, what will happen?

Therefore, in general mobile cities, the most powerful security agencies are built directly on the core agencies.

Chernobyl is no exception.

However, as he walked along the street, Warwick was somewhat puzzled to find that there was nothing but blood and various broken pieces scattered all over the ground, but not even a corpse.

This is outrageous.

Even if a conflict breaks out, someone will die.

Could it be that these Ursus people had a change of heart and carried away the bodies of the infected people?

How is that possible? It is well known that the status of the infected in Ursus is even worse than dog shit.

People need to be hired to clean up the dog shit, but the infected people don't even need to be taken care of.

However, this is also a good thing for Warwick.

A large number of expensive sports cars were scattered all over the ground, and messy parts could be seen everywhere. After all, the inner city was where many wealthy people and nobles lived.

For these people, luxury sports cars and extravagant homes are nothing more than a small part of real estate.

When they ran away, they wished their parents didn't take them with them, so how could they have time to pack these things?

This is a good deal for Warwick.

The werewolf was like a shark seeing blood, and began searching here with glowing eyes.

I have to say that these thugs are really unskilled. They treated precious machinery worth tens of thousands of dollars as nothing, and even dismantled the gold-plated car logos worth dozens of dollars and the painted wheels that were not real gold.

Warwick was drooling as he dismantled the precious machinery that was so difficult to find on the gantry, but he was still very puzzled.

Judging from the extent of the damage to these vehicles, the conflict should have been very intense, but why are there no people to be seen?

"Hurry up! Search quickly!"

Just as the werewolf was wondering, suddenly a group of unidentified people in white clothes and holding long knives rushed over from one end of the street.

Then I saw Warwick, wearing the skin of a jackal, riding a motorcycle with a confused look on his face.

The werewolf looked at this group of strange guys with masks on their faces and splattered with unknown blood, and then glanced at the knives and Molotov cocktails in their hands.

Understood.

Oh, these are the thugs the newspapers were talking about.

The members of the Reunion Movement looked at the werewolves with scrutiny.

The werewolf under the skin of the jackal is covered with strange steel components all over his body, and his two claws have been replaced with mechanical hands. The whole appearance highlights his unkempt appearance.

It was built just like the looters in the wasteland.

Not to mention that he was squatting in the same position as Lao Ba, holding a broken movement that these people thought could only be sold as scrap metal. The scene was so tragic.

And the motorcycle behind him is even more strange.

In the past few years, he had picked up the junk that Boland provided him at the garbage dump and put it in his car.

As a result, his bike was as tattered as Jigong's patched clothes, with all kinds of things scattered here and there. Although its performance far exceeded that of ordinary Originium motorcycles, it still looked shabby.

The werewolf didn't paint the car because he thought it was too much trouble to replace parts at any time.

So this led to the fact that these people from the Integration Movement stared at the werewolf for a long time, changing from scrutiny at first, to indifference later, and finally to sympathy.

Even at the end, some people with shallow eye sockets shed tears!

"These damned non-infected people, brothers of the Lupo tribe, you have suffered."

In the werewolf's confused eyes, the team leader of the Integration Movement came up, held the werewolf's claws, looked at the horizontal and vertical scars on the werewolf's skin, and said excitedly.

"The era of us infected people is about to come."

The werewolf looked at the psychopathic guy in front of him who grabbed his hand and didn't know what to say.

"Ah.Ah."

Opening his mouth wide, the werewolf had no choice but to agree.

What do you want me to say? I don't know anything.

I'm not infected. It's your era now. You must have drunk too much.

The sentimental team leader felt even more sorry for the poor scavenger.

Not only can he pick up trash on his shabby motorcycle, he's also mute.

"Don't be afraid, brother. We will eventually crush those non-infected people. Come on."

The captain pulled Warwick towards his own area.