Robik Dila is forty-three years old this year. He is the first-level security director affiliated with the city defense team. His subordinates manage the West City Security Department, which is responsible for the security in the west of Yongxing City.
Twenty patrol teams, large and small security officers in a department, and countless civilian personnel were all at his disposal.
More than a hundred police officers equipped with sophisticated suppressive equipment such as stun batons, mini crossbows, anti-impact shields, fog bombs, and thunderstorm bombs, and nearly three hundred police officers equipped with Demon Swords, Arc Shields, Yongxin Armor, and Energy-Destroying Crossbow Arrows
This high-quality anti-demon armed soldier, as well as the elite military force of twenty terminator swordsmen serving as patrol captains, are under his command.
This is very rare for a person who comes from a low-level noble family - Luobik's father is just a minor lord in Keira County in the west of the kingdom.
If he hadn't climbed to the top of the Kevin Deere family, he wouldn't have become the West City Security Director of the Royal Capital Yongxing City at this age. During this period, he showed his loyalty to the Kevin Deere family and was rewarded with an official position.
In this wonderful relationship, there is only one small flaw.
That is, the patrol area he is responsible for in Yongxing City has a total of six districts, namely West Ring District 3 and Lower City District 3.
Yes, it is the front line of the bloody struggle between the Blood Bottle Gang and the Underworld Brotherhood.
A small fly in the ointment.
a fly in the ointment--?
Nonsence!
Your Majesty, this is simply a huge misfortune!
Oh, he is also responsible for the patrol in front of the West City Gate and street security.
This was the admonishment of his grey-haired predecessor at the time of the handover:
"You have to instruct your men well, even if you lead the team from the barracks, through the Xihuan District, XC District to the West City Gate (yes, his predecessor believed that for the patrol team, the West City Gate is the only possible patrol
For the police, the West City Gate is the only place where law enforcement is required)——"
“For the sake of your money, when passing through District 3 in Sai Wan, be polite and friendly;
For the sake of your life, when passing through the three districts of Xiacheng, you must be cautious and cautious at every step;
For the sake of your position, be diligent and energetic when you arrive at the West Gate!"
Lobik quickly figured out why.
The Blood Bottle Gang, which is rooted in the third district of the Western Ring Road, has deep roots and a long history. It has unclear relations with many important figures in the DPRK. However, it regularly pays a lot of "member money" to the city defense team. Therefore, for the sake of wallet, they passed through the Western District.
When patrolling the area, the police should be friendly to the people, be happy, and turn a blind eye to everything.
The Black Street Brotherhood, which occupies the third district of Lower City, is ruthless and violent. Half of the unsolved criminal cases in the Kingdom are related to them. They are also merciless to the official people. Therefore, for the sake of life, when passing through the XC District,
Look in all directions, listen in all directions, jog all the way and don't stay too long.
The West Gate is the front door of Yongxing City to the mainland. It is also the only gate that many foreign dignitaries, big and small nobles, administrators of the temples, and adventurers from all walks of life must pass through when visiting Yongxing City. It has been home to many diplomatic disputes, noble struggles, and religious confrontations.
, civil conflicts all occur in this area, and it is also the place where the palace bosses keep the closest eye. Therefore, for the sake of position, when guarding the security and law enforcement patrols at the West City Gate, you must be fair and strict, be diligent and dedicated, and serve the people selflessly.
To sum up, in the three years since Director Lobik took over the security department, his hair has turned half gray and he has gained three more wrinkles. Because he has an uncertain time to return home, his wife often protests in the form of a cold war in bed. This is understandable.
Yes.
At this time, Luobik was sitting in his desk, looking at the moonlight outside the window, looking worried.
He didn't want to work overtime either - there was a big shot saying hello tonight, so he had to work overtime.
besides.
What he was worried about was not his job, but the stupid young man working for him in front of him.
Twenty-five-year-old Cohen Karabiyan, as the newly promoted patrol leader two months ago, has a skill that is superior even among the Terminator Swordsmen (it would be even better if he could defeat that pervert Miranda——
Cohen), a good family background ("Oh, old man, it would be better if you were a king, then I can also be a prince - Ouch, why did you hit me!" - Cohen), and
A rare military experience among young nobles. After being discharged from the army ("Damn old man! How come I was 'discharged' when I clearly didn't sign it? You must be shameless - Ouch, why did you hit me again!"
——Cohen), became the number one ace of the 20th Patrol Team of the West City Police Department (“They all say it’s because I have a good father, but you must know best, old man, I don’t have a good father——Hey, old man, why don’t you
Hit me and I’ll fall out!” - Cohen).
At this moment, Cohen was wearing a neat and dignified officer's hat, with a few strands of good-looking blond hair peeking out from behind the brim of the hat. He was wearing a well-tailored blue meteor uniform, which made his strong yet well-proportioned figure stand out even better.
Wearing non-reflective black military boots and that resolute and heroic face, she is simply the undisputed "Girl Killer" in the royal capital.
It's a pity. If I had been twenty years younger and transferred to Yongxing City earlier, I would probably have been the existence that made the noble girls of the royal capital scream. The above was Director Luobik's fantasy when he was distracted.
Because the young and heroic "Girl Killer" Cohen was speaking righteously and resolutely, resolutely explaining his point of view to Director Roebick. His hand was resolutely patting his chest again and again, as if to make him want to
The boss knows his determination.
"Sir, to sum up the above, I think it is absolutely inappropriate to empty the defense force in Hongfang Street! Especially tonight! A violent conflict is very likely to break out between the Blood Bottle Gang and the Black Street Brotherhood! In addition, I have received reports from my subordinates
According to the tip, the Black Street Brotherhood is in front of the main headquarters——"
"Do you still have spies on the underworld?" Director Luobic interrupted with a yawn.
"Ha, it's really difficult to set up the eyeliners of the lunatics in the Brotherhood," Cohen scratched his head in embarrassment and raised the corners of his mouth, "But as I am smart and capable -"
"Idiot! I think you are desperate for your life!"
Director Lobik's roar was so sudden that it caused a wave of ripples and made the secretary, the beautiful red-haired Miss Jorah, who had just passed the door carrying documents, slip in fright.
"Do you think that because you are third in the year-end assessment of the first-level swordsman, the Brotherhood can't touch you? Do you think that because you are from the Karabiyan family, the Blood Bottle Gang will not dare to touch you? The most important thing is!
Do you think--"
The angry Director Luobik's voice became louder and louder, making Cohen, who was originally speaking incessantly, stunned.
"——You are more handsome than me, so you can command your immediate boss?"
Outside the door, Miss Qiao La, who was picking up documents on the ground, shook her hands, and the documents she had picked up were scattered on the floor.
"Um—Director, I'm a little off topic. Although I'm handsome, but the brotherhood—"
"Shut up! You idiot!"
Roebik suddenly felt that there was a reason why his old classmate's son was beaten by his father every day.
Luobik breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "I know how you feel. I have also been passionate. When I was transferred here three years ago, I also thought that one day, I would combine the evils of XC District and Xihuan District.
The darkness is all cleaned up, allowing citizens to walk on the streets with peace of mind without fear."
"But do you really think that the Blood Bottle Gang and the Black Street Brotherhood are just gangsters who can't get on the stage? I sent twenty swordsmen who can kill one to a hundred, plus a security force and patrol team of 400 people.
Soldiers, can they be wiped out in one fell swoop? The two magic masters of the Blood Bottle Gang, the eight supernatural warriors, the twelve strongest men, the three or four major killers of the Brotherhood, the six giants, and the thirteen generals,
Do you know how many super-level and even extreme-level guys are among these people! There are also thugs, thieves, rangers, and adventurers who are spread all over the kingdom, and their influence has spread to the western continent. They have a pervasive intelligence network and deep-rooted relationships.
Do you think that the network, the huge business network, the interest network that affects the starting point, and the key secret network are all vegetarian? Do you think this is a battle with the Barren Skeletons and the Orcs on the Western Front battlefield? You
Do you think that my police officers and city defense soldiers are all suicide squads who have no family or children, no social connections, and no worries and burdens, so that they can go and sacrifice their lives for you just by shouting at your throat?"
"Even if the two major gangs are eliminated, what about the secrets of the nobles related to them? What about the oil, water and funding of the administrative department that relies on their threats to survive? What about the tributes they give to the big shots in the palace every year? Losing the gangs
What will happen to the poor, mobs, and homeless people who have no livelihood? Without the oppression of gangs, what will happen if people no longer go to temples to pray and donate? Without the bloody incidents caused by gangs, what will happen to the pharmaceutical market in the city?
, the alchemy market, the agricultural and animal husbandry market, what should we do if the rare medicines and strategic materials that can only be smuggled in through gangs are out of stock? What should we do if there are also adventurers, mercenaries, and supernatural warriors who have lost their livelihood and are ready to take action? There are no local gangs who are with us overtly or covertly.
What should I do if the people from the Kingdom’s Secret Service cannot grasp the underground operations of foreign spies?”
"Have you thought about all these various, miscellaneous, and inevitable things that you have to consider?"
"Why do you think I emptied Hongfang Street tonight? That's right, I'm telling you, because a certain big shot greeted me directly, it will become the bloodiest battlefield tonight! No matter who comes close, it will be unreasonable.
What a wonderful ending! So not only did I have to clear the place, but I also posted a curfew notice, and even warned everyone not to come near! Why do you think we worked overtime today? It was so that by morning, our people could unite the medical, fire and land affairs departments of the city hall.
Department, go and collect the bodies of the losers of the war, and put an end to the ruins caused by the war!"
Luobik stopped roaring, gasped, and pulled open the collar that made him somewhat short of breath.
Cohen had fallen silent, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
"Now, Captain Cohen Karabiyan -" Luobik slowed down and said in a normal tone: "You can go out, reflect on it, and think about why your father sent you to the entire Star Kingdom,
This is the most difficult security hall in the entire Western Continent. Also, remember to help Miss Jorah pick up the pile of documents outside the door - it's all your fault."
The door opened and Cohen walked out slowly, but at this time his eyes darkened, feeling lonely and helpless.
Miss Qiao La, who was picking up documents next to her, felt very distressed.
I know all this - what Director Luobik said.
Cohen thought silently.
He reached for the sword stand outside the hall, trying to get his sword back.
However, if even the youngest director of the security department is so sophisticated and scheming, if even the blood-sucking gangsters hiding in the underground world dare not face it directly.
So how can this kingdom be changed?
Cohen slowly lowered his hand.
He walked up to Miss Jorah who was squatting down to collect documents. The secretary felt Cohen's approach and her face turned red. She was thinking about what tone to use to thank him for his help.
Hot-blooded?
Cohen smiled bitterly in his heart.
When I crawled out from the dead on the Western Front battlefield, this word no longer belonged to me.
This is not hot-blooded.
Cohen lowered his head, clenched his fists, determination and anger flashed in his lonely eyes.
This is the right thing and what must be done.
Miss Jorah's face turned even redder, and she suddenly realized that from Cohen's perspective, she could have a panoramic view of the proud scenery comparable to the Gulao Mountain in her professional uniform, and - this is very important, let me say it three times -
He is handsome, he is handsome, he is really handsome!
Hongfang Street?
Cohen narrowed his eyes.
The next moment, I saw him with a cold look on his face. Without even looking, the fist clenched in his right hand suddenly flipped over, as if a strong wind was blowing in front of the door of the director's office!
"call!"
When the strong wind dissipated, Cohen was gone.
Also missing was his sword on the sword stand.
Miss Jorah was left gnashing her teeth, ruthlessly tearing at her long red hair that was messed up by the gust of wind.
Beside her, the pile of scattered documents had been blown into a pile by the wind and stood neatly on the ground.
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In the director's room, Luobik closed his eyes helplessly and sighed.
Compared to Hongfang Street——
The big shot had a more troublesome request for him.
Find out from the Sunset believers who enter and leave the West City Gate why the Sunset Temple has sealed the inner altar.
Those religious lunatics, Luobik shook his head, how could he dare to provoke matters regarding the oracle?
Especially that shrew, the Sunset Goddess.
Bah bah bah!
Luobik shook his head and threw this thought out of his mind.
Three hundred years ago, if I had just had this thought, I would have been sacrificed in the temple of the Sunset Goddess and thrown into the tribunal, right?
From this point of view, although the two magic queens are also shrews with bad tempers, they still did some good things.
Bah bah bah!
Luobik shook his head and threw this idea out of his mind.
A hundred years ago, if I had just had this idea, I would have been thrown into the Demon Power Prison by the Imperial Demon Guards in the Queen's territory, right?
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Time returns to the present.
"You said you killed Quaid?" Yara looked at Thales in shock, as if she really knew him for the first time.
"Yes, and," Thales extremely calmly made a seemingly excessive suggestion to this beautiful and dangerous young woman:
"Please help the four of us escape from the Third District of Lower City."
Thales wasn't trying his luck.
During the four years of begging in an abandoned house, his world was not only dark. In addition to the few children who helped each other in the same house, Jenny, the helper of Grove Pharmacy, and the seemingly unapproachable female bartender in front of him
——By the way, is she really just a bartender? She is one of the few warm colors that Thales has found in this world.
Three years ago, if it hadn't been for her, she would have been bitten to death by the angry wolf dog raised by Morris when she was looking for food in the garbage dump outside the Sunset Bar.
Morris muttered for a long time after that, why the angry wolf dog he had raised for six years ran away and disappeared without being familiar with it.
"Say it again?" Yara seemed to have heard the most unbelievable words, such as the return of demons from hell to the world or the arrival of gods from heaven.
"I mean, I want to ask you-"
But Yara interrupted him.
"You have just killed the most terrifying force in the underground world of the Star Kingdom, the leader of the Black Street Brotherhood in charge of the beggar business in Yongxing City, and the only son of the arms boss "Iron Heart" Sandara Roda, Quaid Roda."
Yara finished speaking in one breath, and with a pale face, stretched out her slender index finger and poked Thales hard on the forehead.
"Then, you still want me to protect you, betray the 'most terrifying force in the underground world of Star Kingdom', and escape under the manhunt and pursuit that the Black Street Brotherhood will definitely come?"
"Um, that's not quite accurate," Thales rubbed the fingerprints on his forehead and said with a smile under Yara's murderous gaze, "But, that's probably true."
Yara digested the news for a long time. Although Thales was anxious, he still waited silently.
Yara came back to her senses and sighed. But her expression quickly returned to indifference and coldness.
"Humph, fighting the entire fraternity for you? Do you think I look like such a good person? No, it should be, do you think I look like a good person?"
"You don't need to meet people from the Brotherhood!" Thales said eagerly.
"We have our own escape plan. You just need to give us some food and supplies, and help us hide it from the eyes and ears of the Brotherhood on the way from the Third District of Lower City to Hongfang Street! This is easy for you!"
"Please!" Thales said solemnly, "We only have you to rely on, Sister Yara!"
However, Yara didn't seem to buy his account.
"Humph, you are just a little beggar."
Yara sneered: "I am considered a member of the Brotherhood after all. Why do you think I won't immediately hand over you, the murderer of the Brotherhood leader, and those accomplices?"
Thales was silent for a moment.
Yara tilted her head and waited for his answer with a half-smile.
"Because I believe you."
Yara was stunned and failed to catch up with Thales' logic.
"What?"
I saw Thales speaking firmly and firmly:
"Because I believe in you and want to be a good person!"
Yara was stunned.
Did you get the wrong script?
So - well, to use his weird terminology, he can actually say such a "secondary" silly thing?
Isn't this kid very mature?
And after all, he is a member of the Brotherhood, a man beaten out of a beggar's den, why suddenly - have you watched too many dramas in the Temple of Night recently? The story of the friendship between the hero Sara and the prophet Kai Peng?
Or was his head broken by Quaid?
But Thales took a deep breath, and the next words left her speechless for a while:
"I know that almost everyone in the Brotherhood is scum and villains. They are all perverts with blood debts, wolves and demons in human skin. Sympathy and goodwill, conscience and mercy are not for them even those in the gutter.
It’s worse than mud.”
"They sold destitute girls to brothels, maimed desperate children, sold drugs to teenage girls, extorted hard-working businessmen into penniless situations, and sold farmers who were victims of natural disasters to sell their children.
Force them to starve to death, take those who can't pay their debts to the desert and sell them as slaves, and work with the degenerate nobles to run the most ugly secret."
"But I also know that many of them are forced to make a living. They are all forced to do so. They have been exposed to it since childhood, and they are unable to extricate themselves. They all have reasons for survival, and they all have the reason of 'I can't help but do this'."
Become the Brotherhood's most vicious minion, its most ruthless thug."
"But because of this, I feel that if in such an environment and situation, in addition to survival, I can still persist, persist in a little sympathy, a mercy, a goodwill, a conscience, persist in doing something good and be a good person
, can give up the idea of making quick money with a sword, can give even the most depressed drunkard a free glass of ale, can give a cloak to the beaten woman, can in the cold and windy garbage dump, in order to save
He would not hesitate to kill the fraternity boss’s pet dog in order to sacrifice the life of a child he had never met, and in the next four years, he had been helping him, supporting him, and caring for him——”
Yara frowned tightly, and without realizing it, she began to bite her lower lip.
Having said this, Thales looked up at Yara, his eyes filled with sincerity and hope:
"Being able to do this, I think, is more difficult, more dangerous, and more difficult than being a pure bad guy in the Brotherhood, a bad guy who abandons his creed and conscience, is full of evil, and is happy and comfortable every day."
"Stop!" Yara raised her head reluctantly, her eyes red, "Kid, you are not mine, how can you, how dare you -"
But her words were interrupted by Thales indifferently.
"Yara Sarriton!"
"I've seen your knife skills of chopping a dog into three pieces, and I've seen you chop off the fingers of people who cause trouble. I also know that the drinkers in the Sunset Bar are afraid of you. I know that even Quaid and Rick, and even
Even Boss Morris is polite to you, but they dare not say anything when they know that you lower their purchasing price. I don’t know the meaning of the surname Sarriton in the fraternity, but I think you probably do too.
You used to be bloody and even murderous. Maybe your family and surroundings are members of the Brotherhood, and maybe your father, brother and sister are all criminals."
Yara did not interrupt him, but looked lonely and fell into a deathly silence.
"So, actually, I don't know whether you are a good person or not, or whether you can be considered a good person."
Thales silently took out a dagger.
"I stole this dagger from your bar, but I know that that day I just said to you, 'I don't have a knife, how can I chop firewood?', and then that afternoon, this dagger
, I just appeared in the most conspicuous position in the utility room, I have always known it."
"I always thought that this dagger was dropped by someone else, maybe Edmund. It was not until today that the word 'jc' appeared on the side of the bloody dagger."
Thales raised his head and looked directly at Yara, the faint starlight in his eyes made her heart tremble.
"Those are your initials, jc."
"I just heard your full name from Quaid."
Yara gritted her teeth.
She didn't even notice why a lowly beggar who had never had the opportunity to read or write could understand the letters on the dagger and spell her name.
"Yara Sarriton, Miss JC, I want you to know, I must let you know, today, the dagger you gave me saved my life, saved the three people over there, and even the ordinary
White bread feels like the lives of three children at a king's dinner."
Yara clenched her fists and her eyes gradually focused.
This nasty little devil.
"So, although I don't know what you were like before, and I don't know what you will be like in the future, I always feel that-"