Warwick the Godfather of Terra

"what?"

Looking at his motorcycle left in the same place, the werewolf looked back from time to time. No, what was going on?

Am I sneaking into a den of thieves?

"It's okay, it's okay, don't look, we are all compatriots, no one will hurt you."

The team leader felt even more distressed when he saw this poor infected scavenger brother who still remembered his motorcycle and kept looking back.

Although they are about to withdraw from the city, the Integration Movement will not let go as long as they can help the infected!

Everyone under the Patriot is a brother or sister, and a child of Big Daddy.

The team leader took Warwick and walked a few steps to a nearby car scrapping factory that had become a ruin.

I have to say, since this car scrapping station is for collecting waste, there really aren't many people from the Integration Movement who come here to patronize it. The piles of garbage here are higher than the mountains.

"Brother, quickly find some valuables, dismantle them and take them away. A natural disaster is about to come, and we will evacuate soon."

Patting Warwick's confused shoulder, the captain spoke in an encouraging tone.

"This is my jurisdiction, no one is here, don't worry, take as much as you can, I don't know what's so valuable about these things, you can take them all away, but hurry, the natural disaster is coming soon, don't get hurt."

After taking a look at the poor infected brother who seemed not to understand, the elder brother immediately understood.

By the way, nine out of ten dumb people are deaf, and this brother is probably deaf.

Suddenly, the elder brother pointed at him.

"you!"

"Here!" He drew a circle around the area and gestured.

"Here you go!"

He tapped Warwick's chest.

The werewolf finally reacted at this time and nodded immediately!

This is great!

Looking around greedily, the greed in the wild jackal's blood was activated, and the werewolf pounced into a pile of parts and started picking them out.

The Reunion Movement team leader sighed, waved his hand, and led the team to leave.

What a good brother! A little bit of junk can make him so happy.

Such a good person, but he is deaf, dumb and disabled.

Otherwise, they would be accepted as brothers.

Leading his team, the team leader quickly walked out of the purchasing station.

The werewolf was having fun in the garbage dump.

These days, not only are there the remaining vehicles from the past, but most of the broken cars destroyed by the Integration Movement are also here. It's a messy collection of all kinds of things.

Many are even new!

The werewolf immediately went about his business, dismantling and unloading the car's parts.

However, after the demolition, the werewolf had new worries.

There are too many parts, and my little donkey probably can’t hold them all.

After all, he wants a lot of things.

Um?and many more.

Suddenly, Warwick turned his gaze to a scrapped fire truck that had been there for who knows how long.

A very wahhhhhhhhhhg smile appeared on his face.

Isn't this a man's dream?

Drive a big car and ride a big horse!

Peterheim College.

As a school open to the general public, it is now home to many students who do not belong to this school.

Similarly, there are not only many aristocratic students here, but also many civilian students.

Note that it is not always poor.

The poor, that is, the infected people, have no money to go to school.

But now the inside of the campus is in a mess.

What was supposed to be a place for teaching and educating people has turned into a hell.

Clothes, clothing, all kinds of clothes, the luxurious little dresses of the aristocratic students of high schools, the plain sportswear of the students of ordinary middle schools, were taken off and scattered all over the ground, mixed together, trampled on, and chopped, making it impossible to tell their former value.

Among the corpses in clothes, there was a black figure moving around.

She was small and thin, and looked very tired. She seemed to have reached the end of her life. No one knew what was driving her forward in the ruins.

She was a little Ursus girl.

She was not very tall, and days of lack of water and food had made her thin, but her eyes, which should have been cloudy, were lit with a faint light like a candle in the darkness.

She avoided the rubble, dodged the ruins, stayed away from the vicious people who hurt others, and came here under the guidance of Uncle Valery.

But what I saw was a barren land with not a single blade of grass growing.

It can even be said that the scene is devastated and shocking.

However, Zoya believed that she would find it.

Where is dad?

Dad, Dad, he said he would protect me and mom.

There is no strength left in the body.

Although the school under the care of patriots was able to maintain order, the supply of food and drinking water was still so scarce.

Her lips were already cracked from lack of water.

Just then, Zoya's eyes lit up.

She saw something.

That was the only note in the score that was out of tune.

It is also her hope.

Use all your strength to squeeze out the last bit of strength in your muscles.

Zoya took her biggest steps yet and almost crawled towards the piece of black cloth.

That is...

Pulling out the black cloth, the light in Zoya's eyes went out.

It was a combat uniform.

Because Ursus is located in the tundra, all military and police combat uniforms are very thick. This combat uniform is exactly the Ursus standard anti-impact vest distributed to police officers by the Ursus Military Police Department.

However, the sharp holes and bloodstains on this anti-strike vest prove that it has fulfilled its responsibility.

But...it may not have protected its owner well.

"what...."

Looking at this combat uniform, Zoya stared blankly at the upper right corner.

That small decorative pattern.

At first, she was so reluctant for him to let his mother sew her little kindergarten creation on his clothes, but he resolutely ignored her opposition and wore the combat uniform with strange patterns to work every day.

This is her father's unique secret that belongs only to their family.

As the candlelight went out in the darkness, Zoya, who could no longer hold on, lay down on the combat uniform.

so cold.

But, can we finally be reunited, Dad?

He pulled out the combat uniform with all his strength and held it in his arms. Little Zoya's vision gradually became blurred.

"Dad, Daddy."

Pulling the communication device from her ear and bringing it to her mouth, Zoya called out with all her strength.

"Did you hear it?"

Closing his eyes, the little bear who had given up hope thought that starving to death was actually not a bad thing.

After all, my father might have also fallen on this land.

However, just when she was already losing consciousness, a sound like thunder exploded in her ears!

"I heard you, kid."

The deep, powerful yet unclear Ursus voice on the other end of the communicator was like a shot of adrenaline for her.

Suddenly, the darkness in the girl's eyes ushered in dawn.

“Dad, Dad!!!”

Zoya's tears flowed from the corners of her dry eyes.

Over the past few days, she has experienced intimidation, threats, and physical oppression.

The little girl endured it and held it in.

She withstood countless pressures without shedding a single tear.

However, she was defeated by this call, which she didn't know whether it was from her father.

"Dad, is that you?"

Not knowing where she got the strength from, Zoya sat up, hugged her combat uniform in her arms, and pulled the headset to her ear.

This is the communication unit called Guardian that her father left for her.

It is a device issued by the police department to the children of police officers to protect themselves from revenge attacks by thugs.

He once said, if you have any problems, tell your dad and he will definitely listen.

Over the past few days, she has tried to contact her father and his colleagues countless times, but all she heard from the communicator was a beeping sound.

Now, this sentence undoubtedly gave her the greatest encouragement.

No matter who the voice on the other end of the communicator was, Zoya knew it must be Dad!

"It's me, dear boy."

On the other side of the communicator, Warwick was lying on the police car, using his feet to forcefully remove the seat, while whispering to comfort the crying girl on the other end of the communicator.

Although, he didn't know who the girl over there was.

Warwick was just about to remove the heated seats from the police car when he suddenly heard a faint call from the car radio.

The sound seemed like it could dissipate in the wind at any time.

But, not bad.

Warwick caught the wind.

Pull her out of the abyss.

Chapter 3: The Blazing Light of the Dark Ages (4000) ( -in-)

"Dad, I'm so scared."

After persisting for countless days and nights, Zoya finally dropped all her disguises in front of this call mixed with humming noises.

She held the communicator and cried like a normal little girl of her age.

Sitting in a messy pile of clothes, Zoya was crying as she stuffed the remaining half of a biscuit that she had found in someone's pocket into her mouth.

"I, I went to look for my mother, but she was gone. Uncle Vasily said you were here, and I came to look for you, but you were not there either."

Warwick, who had dismantled most of the police car and left only the communication radio, felt heartbroken when he heard the unclear crying voice coming from the other end of the radio.