Warwick the Godfather of Terra

"This is the mine closest to Longmen. If we take a large transport vehicle, we will only need forty hours to launch a raid on Longmen."

Tallulah said, looking around, finally locking her sights on the Patriot.

"Patriot, how's the team doing?"

The old man's voice was dry and hard to hear.

"Morale is high, quality is low. Combat capability is not worth the expectation."

Tallulah frowned and rubbed her forehead gently.

She had expected what the patriot said.

After all, the current integration movement is too bloated, and a large number of its members are composed of idle vagrants from Chernobyl.

They just want revenge or violence.

The original integration movement was composed of elite teams led by them.

Even so, the attack on Chernobyl, under the cover of natural disasters, still resulted in more than half of the casualties.

How can we organize and integrate ourselves now that we are with this group of insects?

"So, Sister Tallulah, just let me turn them all into my little cuties."

Seeing Tallulah frown, Mephisto moved closer with an excited look on his face.

Then, a fierce murderous intent came rushing back like a raging ocean.

Mephistopheles was so frightened that he trembled and hurried back to sit next to Faust.

Muttering to himself.

"If you don't want me to, then don't let me... why are you getting so angry?"

The Patriot retracted his murderous intent and closed his eyes.

He was doubtful now.

The previous Chernobog, that figure that was like a fire demon, and the three words "snake boy" that came out of his mouth made him suspicious of the current Tallulah.

Is Tallulah still Tallulah now?

"Father…"

Seeing the Patriot's worry, Froststar lightly touched Big Daddy's armor and then left.

Feeling his father's gaze, the white rabbit shook his head slightly.

Not yet.

"Teams aren't a problem right now."

Pressing her forehead, Tallulah felt her head aching more and more these days.

"We have already contacted the infected people inside Longmen. When the time comes, they will riot from within."

Closing her eyes, Tallulah turned the conversation to W who was slacking off on the side.

"W, how many of the staff of the Zuan Company have you contacted?"

w was stunned for a moment, then spit.

"These guys from Zaun Technology are like stones in a toilet, smelly and hard. No internal member is willing to contact me. I had to work hard to add the contact information of an ordinary staff member."

Tallulah looked up.

"It's okay, I'm just a staff member, that's enough."

As he said this, he turned his gaze towards Mephisto.

"Mephisto, how long will it take you to assimilate the herd of a factory?"

Mephisto shook his head.

"Sister Tallulah, I don't need to assimilate one by one. As long as there are infected people, I can assimilate them."

As he spoke, he showed his white teeth.

The smile was particularly cold.

“No extra time is needed.”

Tallulah stood up suddenly.

"Okay, then everything will be carried out according to the plan. Everyone, let's go back and prepare for the future of the infected."

In her eyes, black flames burned fiercely.

"I have found the active source stone. Later, you will find a chance to contact the insider of that technology company and place it in the company."

"Four days later, launch the first exploratory attack on Longmen."

The black sword pierced into the ground, and Tallulah's eyes were cold.

Looking in the direction of Longmen, the voice that was neither male nor female in Tallulah's heart was sonorous and powerful.

"Wei Yanwu, I'm back!"

"Oh, it's good to be back. I'm finally back."

The news that Fan's Yimaolu had reopened quickly spread throughout the Longmen Guard Bureau.

Suddenly, the topic of discussion in the Longmen Guard Bureau changed from how to solve the problem of these Ursus people to what you want to eat tonight.

Boss Fan, who had been away from Longmen for half a month, came back. The surprise to the grassroots police officers who had been on duty and working overtime for half a month was no less than the surprise of seeing a Pig Girl in the Five Lucky Stars, or seeing two bars and one come with three bounties.

Everyone was discussing with each other that they would go out for a drink after get off work to relieve their fatigue.

After all, Boss Fan’s beer is a holy grail for overtime work, certified by Ghost Sister!

All this lively atmosphere disappeared the moment Sir Chen, with a gloomy face, came back with the police officers.

Holding the Chixiao sword at his waist, Sir Chen swung his two round and straight thighs quickly, his high heels clattering, leaving behind a series of footsteps, and then he walked into the house.

Looking at Sir Chen who was furious as if his pentakill was cut off, all the Guards operators looked at each other.

Although no one knows what happened, everyone knows it clearly.

In the next period of time, everyone is better off keeping a low profile.

After all, Sir Chen is very touching when he loses his temper.

Especially when she used Longmen swear words.

That kind of destructive power is really terrifying.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some Guards operators really like this.

After all, in the Longmen Guard Bureau, many operators’ enthusiasm would increase several times after hearing Sir Chen’s reprimand!

And there are quite a few of them.

"Gudong, Gudong."

Sitting in his chair, Sir Chen took the Longjing tea that he had brewed in the thermos cup that morning and which was now warm enough to drink, and drank it in one gulp.

He wiped his mouth and looked at Chi Xiao on the table with complicated eyes.

Wei Yanwu once said that the power of this Chixiao sword would continue to increase with her thoughts and will.

Therefore, she practiced the Chixiao swordsmanship diligently and always adhered to her beliefs. For more than ten years since she left the small tower, she practiced regardless of the cold or heat, or spring or summer.

But why did the tip of her sword tremble in front of that guy today?

Am I the one who is afraid?

Moreover, all the way back just now, she tried to pull out Chi Xiao, but no matter how she calmed her mind, she couldn't wake Chi Xiao up.

"Bah, bah, bah"

Spitting out the tea leaves, Sir Chen frowned.

Officer Chen, who was never confused, began to feel a little dazed.

At this time, the best solution is to...

Looking at the fiery red sword on the table, Sir Chen's dragon eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance.

If it doesn’t work once, try again!

"Chi Xiao, draw your sword!"

There are nine styles in the Chixiao sword technique, one of which is called Drawing the Sword.

Only when the sword is unsheathed can you defeat the enemy.

The Dragon Girl grasped the sword blade, and in an instant, a rich red light as bright as blood appeared.

The faint sound of dragon roars surrounded her.

Holding the long sword that had been unsheathed again and looking at the red light on the blade, Sir Chen breathed slightly, his full chest rising and falling slightly.

Finally, it was pulled out.

Looking at the red sword energy wrapped around the blade in his hand, Sir Chen had no time to put it back into the sheath.

Suddenly, her desk fell to the ground with a bang.

The documents and cups were scattered all over the floor.

The sword, with its sheathed power alone, split the desk in two!

However, although it looks very handsome, Lao Chen still has to crawl on the ground to pick up things.

"What happened, Commander Chen?"

There was a knock on the door and the concerned voices of the officers.

"It's okay, don't worry about it."

Old Chen said loudly.

After sheathing Chi Xiao, Sir Chen half-knelt down and went to collect the documents on the table.

As he was picking up the trash, Sir Chen discovered something was wrong.

On Mr. Chen's desk, there is a pile of fashion magazines. This is a benefit for the police officers of Longmen Guard Bureau. Every police officer can subscribe to a favorite magazine for free.

She subscribed to dressing tutorials, while Shi Huaiya subscribed to financial news.

Xingxiong subscribed to boys' comics.

And in almost every one of these fashion magazines, there is a check tucked inside.

Why are there so many checks here that I haven’t seen before?

After looking at the signature, Sir Chen became even more confused.

The signature was none other than her aunt, Aunt Wen Yue.

After counting, Da Longnu found that there were exactly twenty-seven checks, with consecutive numbers from the June issue two years ago to this month.

The amount each month was not small, often in the hundreds of thousands. After searching around, Da Long Nu calculated that this was almost 10 million.

Why did Aunt Wenyue put these things on her desk?

Sir Chen took out his communicator in confusion and called Wen Yue.

"Hey, Huijie."

On the other side, Princess Wen Yue, who was playing games with Bai Xue at home, immediately dropped the handle and picked up the communicator when she heard the ringtone she set specifically for Chen Sir.

Bai Xue immediately pressed the pause button.

"Aunt Wenyue..."

Before Sir Chen could finish his words, Wen Yue angrily scolded him.

"Still calling me auntie? What did I tell you last year?"

Old Chen blushed.

"Uncle...Aunt..."

As the saying goes, there is always someone stronger than you. In Longmen, there is someone who can control Wei Yanwu.

There are people who can control Chen Huijie.