About the time I was picked up and adopted by Tallulah

The Molotov cocktail hit the corner of the wall with a loud bang, and the entire gymnasium began to shake.

"Fuck, so strong?"

Lin Dong looked at the deafening explosion in front of him in confusion, wondering what the ingredients of Ursus' vodka were made of.

This power is not even 96 degrees of water of life, I'm afraid it's filled with nitroglycerin! ?

"Sonia, behind me!"

After a brief moment of doubt in life, Orson's voice suddenly came directly from Winter's mind.

Cross-end resonance - the ability to communicate directly within a certain range, skipping the medium.

"Aha!"

Winter turned around to avoid the dagger coming from behind, and then instinctively kicked the mercenary in the jaw.

At the same time, Orson, who fell from the ceiling, directly summoned the pause, and before it landed on the ground, it had pierced the arms of three Sakaz mercenaries who were mixed in with the students.

"Missed me, boys~?"

W airdropped from another corner with a directional blast. She aimed at several corners in mid-air and pulled the trigger. Then she stepped firmly on the mercenary directly below. The non-lethal stun bomb deprived all the mercenaries around her of their ability to move.

"pause--"

Orson knocked down the fifth Sarkaz mercenary who tried to press the explosion button, and the mercenary a little further away took this opportunity to aim the crossbow at Orson.

“What a beautiful thought!!”

Boom!

Before he could pull the trigger, Winter roared and swung out a crossbow he had picked up at random, which hit the mercenary right in the face and knocked him down.

Because of Winter's initial wave of "fire attraction", the result of the raid was better than Orson expected. Dozens of mercenaries who had once belonged to W were all knocked down.

"Orson? What's going on—"

The emergency was temporarily resolved, and Winter asked Orson in confusion.

"It's not over yet."

W interrupted Winter and aimed the grenade launcher in her hand at the main entrance of the gymnasium. Almost at the same time, another group of Sarkaz mercenaries rushed into the gymnasium.

“…W?”

The leading mercenary recognized the cockroach-haired girl in front of him and sounded a little confused.

"Any thoughts on this touching farewell? Of course, no need to answer. I'm a Sarkaz after all. Anyway—are you going to stop here, or let me finish you all off?"

W knew very well that the path she was pursuing would only be described by people as "unrealistic ideals". These Sarkaz, who were born for war and fighting, would only choose to rush to the battlefield again and again. They did not care about their own lives, honor, dignity, or reputation.

After all, the only heir who cared about these things had completely closed his eyes.

W was ready to fight these teammates who had lived and died together, but the development of the situation was completely beyond the mercenary's expectations:

"What are you talking about? We thought you were killed by the Rostov family! After all, your safe house was destroyed, and there was a lot of blood at the scene. We came here for revenge... Wait, isn't that guy next to you a hired bodyguard of the Rostov family? Brothers, kill this guy! W, hold on!"

"Huh?" "Huh?"

W was a little confused. Revenge for himself? What were these people talking about?

Orson was even more confused. Why was he being hunted for no reason?

Lin Dong was also a little confused. Was he coming at a wrong time?

The unlucky mercenary who was stepped on by W was also a little confused. He had been stepped on for a long time. Had he been forgotten? But it was unexpectedly quite pleasant, so he just let it go.

The students who were kidnapped and held hostage were also a little confused. What was going on? Was Ursus finally starting to organize courses like "Simulated Counter-Terrorism Operations/Real-Life Experience of the Russian Bear Rescue Method"?

Everyone stood in a standoff for a long time. Everyone vaguely guessed that something was wrong with the script, but no one dared to be the first to ask what was wrong.

Afterwards, it was Orson who spoke first to W and said, "The person you are stepping on has turned red in the face." This made the almost solidified air flow again.

Although Orson was given another cold look by the mercenary afterwards, the other party had a resentful expression as if saying, "I'm having a great time, why are you joining in the fun?"

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After a brief explanation, most of the people present finally understood the situation.

Completely different from what W expected, these mercenaries who originally followed him took on this crazy mission not because they were "craving for battle and trying to survive from desperate situations to prove the purity of their Sarkaz bloodline."

On the contrary, these mercenaries took on such a mission in order to avenge "W who was brutally killed by the Rostov family."

"That bastard Garson—hahaha, this isn't like his usual missions. Isn't that smart?"

W figured out the whole story and then let out a frightening sneer.

Garson/Baikal first used ordinary tasks to distract W's team, and then took advantage of W's loneliness to track the mercenaries of W's faction to find the safe house, creating the illusion that W was killed by the Rostov family.

Afterwards, Garson used the false appearance of W's death to incite the W faction members who had just returned from their mission, using the means of "dragging all of Chernobog into the water" to carry out revenge on the Rostov family.

It has to be said that this strategy of killing someone with a borrowed knife was extremely effective. The Third Army had sufficient reasons to march into the city of Qie, and these Sarkaz mercenaries, and even W himself, were almost kept in the dark and followed the other party's wishes.

"You guys—not to mention that you actually believed the nonsense that I was dead, you idiots actually want to avenge me?"

W questioned the mercenaries who fought alongside him, with his usual smile on his face.

"Forget it—really, like an idiot."

W didn't expect a reply, she waved her hand to indicate that the topic was over.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Orson noticed that for a moment the smile on the face of the always smiling Sarkaz was not a disguise.

The "terrorist attack" that killed someone with a borrowed knife did not cause a greater impact due to the efforts of W, Orson and the Winter Explosive Molotov cocktail (?). There were only some unlucky students in the gymnasium who were affected by the stun bombs and concrete blocks.

"Deputy Captain! We caught a few students trying to escape—huh?"

"Let me go! If you have the guts, let's have a fair fight! I can easily break your front teeth—eh?"

"I've told you many times, Rosalyn, don't touch those buttons before you understand the intercom's structure...! 'Because the intercom suddenly blared a super loud scrap collection advertisement,' Sonia would definitely scold me to death if she heard that—huh?"

"Ah, Orson, you're back to class!"

After the dust settled temporarily, several mercenaries suddenly came to the gymnasium again, holding members of the Bear Group that Orson was very familiar with.

Liexia, Zhenli and Gumi were carried by the Sarkaz mercenaries as if they were buying vegetables, and when everyone met, they all stared at each other again.

"Oh my, so they're all one of us! So this is an anti-terrorism exercise?"

After hearing the whole story, Liexia nodded to indicate that he understood everything.

——How careless is this guy...!!

The frightened students complained in their hearts.

It is worth noting that the walkie-talkie group was snatched - that is, the truth provided Orson with a very subtle piece of information - when she was studying how to use the walkie-talkie, she accidentally heard the voice of Marquis Boris, the mayor of Che City. Although the signal was extremely noisy, the truth still managed to hear a piece of news: Marquis Boris seemed to have given up Che City and was ready to leave.

Duke Baikal would let Boris get away like that? This doesn't make sense, unless the marquis named Boris had reached some kind of deal with Baikal.

Before Orson had time to think about the meaning of this information, a shrill siren suddenly sounded in front of the school gate.

W and Orson both frowned. It was obvious that these policemen were specially called here.

"That bastard Garson, if he had been half as serious as he was in his usual missions, I probably wouldn't want to kill him so badly."

W shrugged and looked at Orson beside him.

"So, what are you going to do? I'm going to cover your escape from here, Sir Knight?"

"There's nothing I can do. For the sake of what happens after this war, I definitely can't just sit there and wait in jail right now. Besides, I don't think Baikal's gang will let the media spread the truth. I'm afraid that in the eyes of ordinary passersby, Peterheim Middle School is still controlled by a group of vicious terrorists."

Orson didn't think he would not resist. He just had to wait for the Rostov family to help explain after being arrested.

"Are you ready to attack the police, the great and glorious Lord Orson?"

"I've never been a representative of the light side. I've always embraced the darkness. Being labeled a 'terrorist who attacked the school' doesn't fit my identity perfectly. As for the rest, leave it to her."

Orson smiled with relief. He knew very well that he had never been a great and righteous guy. Instead, he had to help Tallulah stop the "necessary evil" of those dark creatures.

At the same time, in another "battlefield"——

"Everyone, we have gathered here, and I believe everyone's goals and needs are very clear. You may feel that your children will not be affected by the terrorist act that occurred at Peterheim Middle School."

In the main hall of the luxurious villa, Tallulah stood in front of dozens of nobles and merchants, pacing slowly, her tone cold and unquestionable.

"Is it really so? When you see the corpses of your own children, when you realize that there is no place for you in Che City, when a machete is pressed against your forehead—"

"Do you still think that the team you chose was the right one?"

Tallulah smiled, but her eyes were cold.

Like... a cold-blooded black snake.

There are pictures here, which can be viewed after the updated version

After posting articles at work, I took a step further and finally started writing at work ()

Anyway, the reason I wanted to write this book in the first place was because I recently revisited "Flame Fist"

Really, when Agni's village was burned down in the first episode, I don't know why I thought of the eighth chapter of Zhou You.

After that, it was a matter of course. I started writing this book with the main goal of "changing the tragedy to be less arrogant".

If you read the current chapter progression in a physical book, it would probably be the "problem-solving fragment" at the end of a volume, telling you how to thwart the conspiracy of the old nobles, how to get the integration movement back on track, how to gather partners... and so on.

The subsequent plot will still be mainly light-hearted, but it will not be completely without a main line.

There are still many stories that can be unfolded, Lungmen, Rhodes Island, Casimir, and I feel like there are many interesting ideas to try.

I am really grateful for your support in allowing me to write until now. I hope that I can live up to your expectations and continue to write interesting stories.

Anyway, see you all tomorrow at 11: am!

51. Stop a black snake and torture it

A patrol station somewhere in the northern border—

"Where are you going to get some today?"

A man in Ursus military uniform walked into the tent carelessly and threw a backpack onto the table nearby. Many crude precious metal ornaments fell out of the bag.

"Wow, where did they go to search? It's rare to see so much loot."

The soldier sitting in front of the messenger glanced at the backpack and asked in surprise.

"There's a village in the south, and the duke who's in charge of that place is rumored to be impeached. Isn't he going to make a quick buck?"

"You're pretty damn brave, but it's true. Ever since that... 'Reunion Movement'? That rubbish business showed up, we've suddenly lost a lot of what we can get."

"Damn, those bastards! I'm going to catch them all and kill them later!"

This is the daily routine of the border patrol team - they will not bring warnings of natural disasters or Originium worm riots to the villagers, but will only use their power to plunder these remote villages that no one is willing to govern and fill their pockets.

“Drip drip ...

The transmitter suddenly rang, and the patrol member sitting at the table picked up the phone casually.

“…Wh, what?”

As the information was decoded, the expression on the Ursus man's face instantly turned into disbelief, and he immediately reconfirmed whether the information on the other side of the transmitter was correct.

"what happened?"

"We… uh, just received a message."

"Can we exterminate villages harboring infected people?"

"[Starting today, we will stop patrolling the northern border and allow infected people and civilians to pass through the checkpoints]..."

"—Wait a minute, who posted it?"

"Including the Rostov family, a total of 15 noble families in Che City have jointly passed this bill."

"..."

The two patrol team members stared at each other.

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In the Rostov family meeting room, a dozen nobles sat silently at the table. They had just been sitting there from beginning to end, but each of them was sweating profusely.