Warwick the Godfather of Terra

Anyone who has raised children cannot bear to hear this.

Although his daughter is a little older.

"Don't be afraid, kid. As long as you're not afraid, I'm here."

But the werewolf looked at the things in the garbage dump, and saw that he had already loaded a large transport truck with them. He couldn't just leave them there and go look for her.

"Well, Dad, Dad, I..."

The whimpering sound from the communicator became much quieter.

However, before the tiny voice could finish, a more violent and fierce voice was heard.

"Sure enough, there's a little bastard still alive here!"

The blood-soaked Reunion infantryman rushed into Peterheim College with a knife in his hand, and grinned at Zoya who was sitting on a pile of clothes.

He originally wanted to see what this shitty school in Midtown had become, which had ruthlessly abandoned him, cruelly deprived him of all his savings, and kicked him out just because he was infected.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I came in, I saw a little kid sitting there holding an Ursus military police vest.

The thug's eyes turned red.

He once sat on the podium, watching these children of this age study and research every day.

But just because he was accidentally cut by a piece of Originium and became infected, these children who used to be so kind to him reported their infection to the school overnight. He watched helplessly as he was suspended and evacuated from the school.

He remembered the day he left school very clearly. It was summer and the heat made him dizzy.

But his heart was as cold as ice.

Especially when I returned home, I found that even the campus dormitory that I rented was sealed off.

This made his blood run cold, and from then on, he no longer had any good feelings towards the word "school".

The solemn oath to teach and educate people was also forgotten.

After joining the Reunification Movement, he personally killed countless damned boys and girls.

These scumbags don't deserve to live in this world!

Looking at the trembling Zoya, the thug walked over.

"It seems that there is still a bastard from Ursus who has not been killed!"

The scarlet-covered Reunion member raised his sword high in the air.

"Go to hell and repent, little brat! You owe me this!!!!"

The vocal cords, which had long been hoarse, let out a broken roar.

Crazy and violent.

Just like the big knife in his hand, he attacked madly.

"dad."

Zoya was stunned as she looked at the big knife coming towards her.

But suddenly, the techniques her father once taught her rang in her mind.

"If someone attacks you with a weapon, you must find a good opportunity, dodge quickly, and then..."

The tall and majestic figure in my mind was telling me and demonstrating to me at the same time.

Zoya leaped forward quickly.

The thugs of the Integration Movement didn't expect that this little kid who seemed to be so scared that he couldn't move at all, suddenly became more agile than a film!

Before he could change his moves and chop the knife downwards, suddenly, a sharp pain came between his legs!

Little Zoya quickly retracted her knees, turned over, and rolled on the spot, looking at the Integration Movement thug who was kneeling on the ground with his legs supported, his eyes were extremely calm.

“Attack the weak points.”

The image of her father gradually became clear in her mind. The Ursus girl was standing in front of the Reunion thug who was holding Kunba with both hands, sweating profusely and with bulging eyes, and she was swinging the protective suit in her hand with all her strength.

As mentioned before, this protective suit is a special equipment distributed by the Ursus government to the Ursus military and police. The inner material of the anti-impact vest is long-staple cotton mixed with special sand.

The hardness is excellent.

Not lightweight either.

Although Zoya is not very strong, the Ursus people are all in good physique. The gravity alone of such a heavy vest is enough to slap someone in the face.

"Pong!"

Zoya hit the back of the head of the thug who was still gasping for breath hard.

In an instant, Ci Ci hit the Integration Movement thug hard and gave him a star-shaped blow.

After all, these basic integrated movement infantrymen have no other equipment except the knives in their hands, the masks on their heads, and the stab-proof vests on their bodies.

They were no different from normal people, perhaps the infected would be stronger, but this thug, who had always underestimated the little girl, was not such a person.

Suddenly, this guy fell to the ground without even a groan.

However, just in case, little Zoya looked at the blood-stained knife that had been thrown to the ground after Kunba was hit hard.

The slender neck moved slightly.

With a dry throat, it is impossible to swallow saliva.

Reaching out with trembling hands, Zoya picked up the sharp knife from the ground, looked at the unconscious Integration Movement thug, and gripped the slippery handle with both hands.

The smell of blood coming from the knife made her want to vomit.

Me, I’m doing this for self-protection.

He, he is a bad guy, he also wanted to kill me, I was just trying to protect myself.

With her eyes closed, Zoya bit her dry lips until they bled and let out a sharp cry.

"Pfft!"

There was nothing like the description in the novel, with sticky liquid splattering all over the face and screams filling the air.

Xiao Zhuoya stabbed the guy in the back.

Because that is the only position that is not protected by a stab-proof vest.

The knife in the thug's hand was very sharp, and the tip of the knife quickly pierced his clothes, flesh, and then his heart.

Blood slowly flowed out, and soon the thug stopped breathing.

Sitting on the ground, Zoya's mind was blank.

"I killed someone. I killed someone."

That was the only thought in her mind.

As the child of a police officer, Zoya was taught from childhood not to use violence or weapons against others.

I also saw with my own eyes how my father's colleagues captured those vicious murderers.

Not to mention that along the way, she saw countless thugs killing people with knives, and there were corpses piled up on the side of the road.

However, seeing something and doing it with your own hands are really two different concepts.

The little girl was stunned for a long time, then she panicked and pulled the microphone to her lips with her blood-stained hands, trembling.

No longer caring about the disgusting smell of blood, Zoya kept calling out like a drowning person looking for a life-saving straw.

"Dad, Dad, I, I killed someone, I killed someone..."

On the other end of the communication, Warwick had already heard most of the sounds of the fight. Although he didn't know what was going on, he heard the thugs' two shouts full of murderous intent.

And from the sound coming from the radio, he knew that the child was frightened.

However, he knew that the child on the other end must have had to kill in order to protect himself.

At this time, he couldn't blame anything.

However, we cannot let this child forget this matter easily.

"Yes, son, you killed someone."

The voice in Zoya's ear was low and serious.

It was actually very different from the voice she remembered her father having.

However, perhaps because I heard it on my deathbed, my father's voice in my mind gradually began to overlap with this voice.

"Then, what should I do, Dad, Dad, I'm scared."

Zoya's voice became weaker and weaker.

“Since you killed someone, it means you made a mistake.

You made a mistake and confessed it to Dad, that's good, so Dad will punish you less severely. "

The werewolf said as he removed the wheel hub.

"But this is a special event, so your first priority is to stay alive, understand, kid.

Live until your father punishes you, and we'll talk about it later."

Warwick knew very well that this was an escapist mentality caused by the child's fear of taking responsibility.

As a parent, if you blame, insult, or even beat your child at this time, it will cause serious psychological trauma to the child.

Although he couldn't hear clearly, Warwick was sure that the girl on the communications end must be grown up judging by her ability to express herself. For them, who have already formed their own values, what they need is not excessive correction, but for them to share some of the responsibilities at this time.

Tell her that you are by her side.

"Did you hear that, good boy? Live well. If you make a mistake, you must admit it to your father. But you haven't seen your father yet."

The werewolf removed the rusty wheels of the huge fire truck and replaced them with new ones.

"So, don't worry."

Hearing her father's voice, Zoya's eyes, who were as anxious as a headless fly, gradually brightened up.

Yep.

I made my own mistake.

I have to live, I have to live, go find my dad and admit my mistake to him!

Let dad punish himself.

My father told me the same thing when I was a child.

"Then, then Dad, when can I see you?"

Zoya's voice asked anxiously.

The werewolf was stunned.

Damn it, how do I answer this?

I don't even know where you are.

I looked at the watch and it was half past eleven.

Looking up at the sky again, the werewolf scratched his head.

"Child, look at the sky."

Zoya held onto her headphones and looked toward the dim sky.

"When it's daybreak, Dad will come to find you. Dad promises you, okay?"

The werewolf wondered.

Since this girl was able to deal with a thug, it should not be a problem for her to hold on until tomorrow morning. Even if she can't hold on until tomorrow morning, I will go find her after I have fixed the car.

How come nothing will happen at this moment?

As for Ceob...

Are you kidding me, is something going to happen to her?

As long as nothing happens to others, Lao Fan will be very lucky.

I'm not exaggerating. With Ceobe's abilities, even two Texans tied together can't beat her.

Of course, it had to be a well-fed Ceobe.