Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Countless clerical staff were carrying documents in their arms, while Claude was sitting at his desk, flipping through the documents in his hands so quickly that people suspected that he was simply flipping through them. But in fact, he saw every word clearly and understood the meaning of every sentence before continuing to translate. It was just that his brain was working so fast that it looked like he was simply flipping through a book to others.

A large amount of text reports and data ran through his mind, allowing him to quickly understand the current situation in the city and make certain preparations for the next work.

"The water supply in resettlement area No. 25 is not enough. The pressure we are facing this time is far beyond what we have faced before. Only by adding three more water pipelines here can we ensure that there will be no accidents."

"The resettlement area in District 4 needs more soldiers to guard it. I plan to place the captured gang members here first. These people are a huge destabilizing factor. They should be distinguished from ordinary civilians and restrained with stricter discipline..."

"The energy valve in Zone 46 has a major safety hazard and needs to be replaced and inspected immediately. Don't worry about the money. This is something that needs to be done no matter how much money is spent."

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As the papers were constantly flipping, one instruction after another was passed down. Through the efficient organizational structure of the integration movement, his orders would be implemented most thoroughly. The city's engineering teams and workers were mobilized again. Under the protection of the soldiers, they entered the city's lower-level institutions and began inspections.

Of course, things cannot be done to perfection, so Claude only found those problems that were too obvious and issued instructions. The reason why the information was so accurate was thanks to the effectiveness of Alina's logistics organization, which had mastered all aspects of the city and provided such precise information to Claude.

Alina then discovered that Claude had the same problem as Tallulah. Once he got into the groove of his work, it was difficult for him to stop. Claude had been sitting in this room for the entire day since he arrived in the city in the morning, without even having lunch.

The two worked closely and in perfect harmony to handle all matters, big and small, in the city without any mistakes, making the city run as fast as a war machine.

Helpless Alina could only ask the chef to deliver the food here so that the two people could eat in time after finishing their busy work. She also found a small Originium stove to heat the food.

Faced with such happy troubles, Alina didn't know what emotion she should show. She was excited about Claude's return, but she also subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

When Alina took on this difficult task, she knew that no one was more suitable than herself and did not shirk it. However, she was also nervous and afraid. After all, she would be fully responsible for the logistics of such a large city, which was definitely not an easy task.

Moreover, if she is not careful, she will easily make mistakes. In her position, a small mistake may be infinitely magnified. Knowing this, Alina has been on edge for more than a year. Subconsciously, she also hopes that Claude can come back here again, take over the power of the city again, and lead them forward.

This is also the idea of ​​many members of the Reunion Movement. They are uneasy about the departure of their general and hope that he can continue to lead them. Even many division commanders have taken the initiative to raise this issue at the meeting.

Although Alina would refute this idea in the meeting and convince the other party with reasonable, gentle and firm words, it was not until Claude really came back that she found that she had the same idea in her heart.

There's no way, this man is just too good and too powerful... They started out as a group of infected people living in precarious conditions on the snowfields, and have achieved what they have today. No matter where or how anyone looks at them, this achievement can be considered groundbreaking. And the man who has led them all the way to where they are today carries the wishes and trust of too many people. Almost everyone has unconditional trust in him, and that also means they rely heavily on Claude.

This is something that has been ingrained into their organization and there is no way to change it.

If Claude suddenly had an accident and someone else came to lead them, Alina could almost foresee how fierce the overwhelming opposition would be. The entire city would be turned upside down, and some radical soldiers might even use force to implement their ideals. The Ursus people never lacked the courage to do so.

Now that Claude finally began to lead them, Alina felt a long-lost sense of relaxation. This feeling of security was even addictive, especially after such a long time without Claude. She could feel this sense of security even more.

It's great to have Claude back...

Alina couldn't help but think so.

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Without any unnecessary delays or formalities, the residents of the slums began to be organized to enter Chernobyl. In order to prevent panic among the crowd, the integration movement began its work on the slums as early as half a month ago, so the current migration is relatively smooth and no special situations have occurred.

Longmen has also issued a special strict ban. Members of the Guards Bureau are patrolling everywhere with guns and live ammunition. Before this matter concerning the future of Longmen is resolved, all residents' outdoor activities are suppressed to the minimum. The crackdown on crime has also reached the most intense level. Not only the police officers of the Guards Bureau, but even Wei Yanwu's private army has begun to take action. Coupled with other forces, the crime rate in Longmen has now reached the lowest level in decades.

All criminals could be executed without prior notice, regardless of life or death. Under such severe punishments, the city was in a state of panic, and even ordinary citizens began to avoid the police on the streets. Although they knew that the police would not do anything to them, their nature still drove them to do such a thing.

Fortunately, this situation is not normal, and Longmen will soon return to its proper state, even better than before.

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Yan Country, Longmen and Victoria: Chapter 2 Begins ()

"Are you really brave, or are you really crazy?"

Claude said such a puzzling sentence. He was not staying in Chernobog now. After doing the corresponding work, he still came to Longmen to take another look. After all, if they wanted to take action, now was the last chance. If they waited for Chernobog to leave successfully, no matter what they did, they would never have anything to do with him again.

And now he was standing next to one of the stations of Penguin Logistics. He was going to visit this company with which he often cooperated. He got along well with the employees, but he had not met the boss yet. He heard that the other party happened to be at the Longmen station today, so he planned to pay a visit, but as soon as he got here, he noticed someone was following him.

He slightly expanded his senses and immediately knew who it was. At the same time, a feeling of surprise surged in his heart. He didn't expect that the other party was so brave as to appear in front of him.

But unlike in the movies, the other party did not jump out to meet him, but immediately turned around and ran away, swiftly shuttling between high-rise buildings, making tiny noises on the smooth glass.

Claude was slightly stunned. He didn't expect the other party to be so straightforward. After being discovered, he immediately turned around and ran away without any hesitation.

She was indeed very decisive, but when she appeared near him, he could no longer run away. If anyone was to blame, it could only be blamed on her for loving to commit suicide.

Claude moved his ankle slightly, and now he needs to exert some strength...

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"You have nothing to say now?"

Claude was holding something rather strange in his hand. He had tied up the hands and feet of a silver-haired Lupo girl, and connected them with ropes. He was holding her in his hand like a large piece of luggage.

This really doesn't seem like the way to tie up a criminal, and Claude doesn't know how to tie up that. The only way he knows is to tie up his prey, so he tied the girl like this, with her whole body bent into a C shape, which looks quite weird and funny.

After all, if a pole is passed through the middle rope ring, two people can carry it. This is the method used to tie up heavier prey. In the past, when their six-man reconnaissance team replenished food for the troops, they sometimes used this method to put a huge prey on the saddle of two griffins with a pole and transport it back quickly.

So this rope ring was very familiar to him, he had no idea how many times he had tied it. This time it didn't even take ten seconds, so the girl's expression was even a little confused.

When she reacted and found herself tied in such a shameful posture, she immediately began to struggle, but this method bound her limbs tightly. Although the rope was a clothesline nearby, no matter how hard she struggled, there was no sign of loosening.

"Are you crazy? Why are you arresting me again for no reason..."

The girl Rupert, who had a very dangerous and cold face, could no longer bear it and could not help but curse at Claude. She had been planning to come here to look for Texas. She had been wandering aimlessly in the city these days, mainly because she was afraid of meeting Claude again, so her activities had always been in the slums.

After all, in her opinion, Claude must be a nobleman, probably a military noble of Casimir, so he had such powerful strength that even she had no chance of resisting him. But such a person would definitely not go into the dirty and messy slums, so she felt at ease and found an abandoned house in the slums to live in for a while.

But during this period of time, the slums have undergone tremendous changes. The dilapidated houses have been continuously demolished, the ruins have been sent to machines for crushing, and the valuable metal scraps have been sent for smelting. This dirty and complicated slum has been cleared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and she has no place to hide.

She didn't have a fixed job. Sometimes when she was short of money, she would take on bounty hunters' commissions to chop off a few heads to earn some money. But after the slums were cleared, she found that she had nowhere to go.

She was originally an illegal immigrant, and if she wanted to survive here, she could only steal and rob. Now she couldn't even find a place to live, so she decided to leave the city, but before leaving, she still wanted to go and see the guy in Texas. She didn't know what she wanted to do, but she always felt that she should go and see him.

This trip got her into big trouble. She was afraid that she would be seen by others when she was walking downstairs, but she didn't expect to run into Claude. She couldn't outrun him at all and was caught in a few moves.

"Who told you not to say anything? Dangerous elements like you should be kept under control."

Claude nonchalantly adjusted the position of his arms, just like adjusting a shopping basket.

He didn't intend to give up his itinerary for today, so he walked towards the gate of the station, ignoring the desperate struggle of the girl in his hands, because there was no way she could break free anyway.

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As the doorbell rang, hurried footsteps soon came from the room, and the silver-haired girl in Claude's hand seemed to realize something and began to struggle more violently. There was still a horrified expression on her face, staring at the door in front of her, as if she was very afraid that someone inside would see her.

But she didn't dare make too much noise, for fear of attracting the attention of the people inside, and her pretty fair face turned red.

As the door lock turned, the wooden door in front of her opened with a bang, and a beautiful burgundy short hair stretched out from inside. The halo in the upper half of the night was like an energy-saving lamp, emitting a constant and bright light. The girl saw Claude and was about to greet him enthusiastically, but the next moment she noticed what he was holding in his hand, and the expression on her face suddenly froze.

"Mr. Claude, isn't she the one who followed me that day?...Why is she here?"

The girl in Claude's hand had given up struggling and seemed to be gathering her strength, but she kept her head down, letting her long silver-white hair completely cover her face.

"I just found her nearby, so I took some effort to catch her and planned to ask her some questions first..."

"Are you going to torture me? Like in the movies... pulling out teeth with pliers, cutting flesh with a knife, etc.?... She didn't do anything to me, Mr. Claude, you don't have to go to that extent..."

Claude frowned tightly, stretched out his hand like lightning and flicked the girl's forehead, making a crisp sound and causing the girl's head to fall back with a cry of "ouch".

When the girl stood up again, there was a red mark in the center of her forehead, as if she had been shot in the head with a gun. It must have been very painful, so she hurriedly reached out to rub it, and even tears began to seep from the corners of her eyes.

"It hurts! Mr. Claude, why did you suddenly hit me?!"

Looking at the confused Sakota girl in front of him, Claude said with a frown:

"You should use your imagination elsewhere... When did I ever say I was going to torture her to extract a confession? I'm just asking a few questions."

The Angel of Power shuddered all over, his expression turned awkward, and he quickly opened the door wider:

"Then please come in! Please come in! Texas and I are the only ones here today, there are plenty of rooms, no problem!"

So Claude cut the ropes connecting her hands and feet, no longer forcing the Lupo girl to bend into a C-shape, which would otherwise be difficult to carry, and he simply carried her on his shoulders and walked in.

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Claude threw the body in his hand onto the sofa and decided to do his business first. However, what he didn't notice was that the silver-haired girl lying on the sofa was crawling like a caterpillar with her face buried underneath. It seemed that she didn't want another person to see her current appearance from the bottom of her heart.

"Mr. Claude."

Texas, a slender Rupert girl with beautiful long black hair, greeted Claude. As they had worked together several times, Claude was quite familiar with this girl and they could be considered ordinary friends.

"Good morning, Texas. Is your boss here? I've already sent an appointment email. We should be able to meet today."

"Of course, the boss is waiting for you on the second floor, please follow me."

As Claude nodded in agreement, he also noticed that the girl in front of him seemed to be paying most of her attention to the area behind him. Besides the Archangel lying on the sofa, there was only one person behind him who he had caught. It was very likely that she knew this person...

Claude paid close attention and went up to the second floor. There was no decoration at all here. The bare concrete walls were exposed and there was no floor on the ground. It did not look like a proper company site, but more like a temporary residence.

I came to a heavy door. There was no other signs on the blue iron door, not even a house number. It was at the very end of the corridor. Logically speaking, there were very few houses like this in Longmen, because such a layout violated the taboos of the Yan people and would be considered an ominous symbol.

Therefore, the people of Longmen, who are particularly particular about this aspect, basically would not build such a room. It seems that the boss of Penguin Logistics designed it with his own money. There are no rooms or windows on the corridors on both sides, which looks particularly depressing.

So let’s take a look at who the boss of Penguin Logistics is.

With this thought in mind, Claude reached out and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

It was a rather sharp sound, but it was long-lasting, and even through the heavy iron door, it sounded very clear.

Claude pressed the door handle and pushed open the heavy iron door, then closed the door and turned around to look at the large desk.

There was no one sitting in front of the desk... to be more precise, there was no humanoid creature. There was only a one-meter-tall emperor penguin standing on a leather chair, with its long and sharp beak facing Claude. If you didn't look carefully, its small eyes could easily be confused with the pattern on its head. It had a thick gold chain around its neck and wore a white T-shirt... it looked quite fashionable.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Claude. Although we have never met, I think you should have guessed who I am, right?"

Claude pulled out a high-back chair and sat down. He had indeed guessed the other person's identity:

"After all, Your Excellency the Great Emperor, you really have no intention of hiding it. As long as you pay a little attention, it will be easy to find out."

"Of course. I'm doing a legitimate business. Why should I be so secretive? Are you used to smoking cigars? I'll give you one?"

The sturdy emperor penguin skillfully cuts off the head and tail of the cigar with its flippers, then holds it in its mouth and lights it. The aroma of tobacco immediately fills the air.

"No need for that. I always stay away from such stimulating items."

"What a shame! If I can't enjoy the beauty of cigars, I might as well die."

As he watched the other party start to puff out smoke, Claude also noticed something unusual about him. Those two flippers were just smooth surfaces, so how could they pick up things like human hands? It was as if they were coated with glue, so no matter what they picked up, they were extremely stable.

"Everyone has their own preferences. I just don't like this kind of thing."

"You remind me of an old guy. He was just as rigid as you..."

As the penguin took a deep breath, the head of the cigar became brighter and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye. This breath was extremely long. As expected of a famous rapper, he really had a very good lung capacity. As the other party exhaled smoke, the whole room was filled with the unique smell of burning cigars.

"Sorry, I forgot to turn on the ventilation fan."

The emperor reached out and pressed a button, and the ventilation fan quickly emptied the smoke-contaminated air, and the smoke he exhaled again would also be quickly discharged.

"Would you like some music? It's an absolute classic, and one of my treasures."

“I’m really looking forward to that.”

The tall emperor penguin nimbly flipped off the chair and came to an old record player next to it. He took out a black record from the hardwood cabinet next to it and put it into the record player. Soon, unique music came out.

The music is unique because its rhythm is very rare and sounds very exotic.

But overall it is really nice to listen to, it can draw people's thoughts away involuntarily and make people addicted to it.

"Not bad, this is a good thing I found in Sargon. If the local kings and chiefs knew that I had this, they would probably line up to give me money."

The emperor had a smug look on his face, and his face also had a rich set of muscles that enabled him to perform movements that birds could never achieve.

Yan Kingdom, Longmen and Victoria: Chapter 1 Wolf ()

The other person smoked the cigar very quickly, and one cigar soon turned into ashes in the ashtray. He cut off the ends of another cigar and put it in his mouth and lit it. His flat and short limbs were unexpectedly flexible, as if some invisible force was helping him.

"You always drink. I've never seen a soldier who doesn't drink."

“Just one drink a day.”

The short flippers overlapped and made a crisp snap. With the sound of the snap, the table next to him sank. When he came up, there was an extra plate with two glasses of bright red wine on it.

"It's quite nice, isn't it? I asked Is to modify it for me."

He didn't ask who Is was, but Claude thought he should be a technician, and the device was indeed very interesting. He even wanted to install one on his desk.

The bright red wine had a rich aroma. Claude took a sip, but a strong bitter taste came from the tip of his tongue, which made him frown slightly, but the next second a strong aroma rushed to the tip of his nose, just like a bomb exploding directly in his mouth. It didn't taste like wine, but more like a unique soda.

"Hahahaha! Funny, isn't it? This is a new wine from Colombia. It's quite to my taste. Last time I went there for a concert, I brought back a truckload of it."

"It's really interesting. It contains very little alcohol..."

Claude took another sip. Although it was sweet, it was surprisingly to his taste.

"The most strange thing about Colombians is that they add a lot of sugar to everything, as if they can't live without sugar...I almost lost feeling in my tongue during those days. It was terrible. After all, I'm used to eating food from Longmen."

There was a straw in the emperor's cup, and he used the straw to drink the wine.

"I heard that it's an emerging technological country. Maybe I should go there and take a look when I have time."