Crown of Evil

Chapter 11 Mr. Rocky
There are extremely rich entertainment venues in Feller District, and places like bars can be seen everywhere.

In an old-style decorated bar, Rocky was talking with a glass, pouring bitter water to Eugene who was already drunk.

"Tell me, who can accept this kind of thing? I haven't seen them for many years!"

When mentioning the sad things about his parents, Rocky showed unspeakable sadness on his face, and drank a drink immediately.

The bitter wine hurt his throat, so he picked up the bottle next to him and filled it up again.

'100% Pure Squeezed Coconut Water'

Even though he is in a foreign country and shoulders a heavy mission, our three-good student Rocky still does not forget to abide by the law and always keep in mind that 'students are prohibited from drinking alcohol'.

Eugene's capacity for alcohol is very poor. While drinking, he told Rocky about his experience. In the end, he only drank half a bottle of beer and was almost unconscious.

He only vaguely remembered that he was dragged here by "Mr. Rocky" whom he had known for less than an hour in a state of losing control of his emotions.

But I don't know why the other party gave him a good impression, maybe it's been a long time since no one has exuded such strong kindness towards him.

Here's what Rocky learned from entertainment 'abnormal knowledge': all it takes to fix a man's grief is a good night's worth of booze.

He took Eugene's hand and began to persuade him earnestly.

"So, Eugene, one has to move on."

"A person's whole life is like walking on a cement floor that has not yet dried, and there is no turning back."

Eugene questioned with his remaining rationality: "Why can't you leave?"

Rocky looked at him like a fool when he heard it.

"You stupid, the undried concrete floor is so dirty, what are you doing going back?"

Originally, Rocky just wanted to thank him for teaching him to shoot and wanted to enlighten him, although he didn't know what he should do as a high school student to make the other party out of sadness.

But now Rocky's thinking has changed a lot.

This guy is funny, and he's not a bad guy.

And he has a nice gun.

I feel like I can make friends.

Thinking of this, he felt that he should touch one and have a toast to celebrate his first friendship in the Trian Federation.

"cheers!"

Eugene touched him with a bottle mechanically, and then swallowed the last half of the bottle of beer while suppressing the discomfort in his stomach.

It's too bad to drink.

Then they walked out of the bar and wandered the streets.

Eugene only seems to have a strong desire to express himself when he's extremely sad or moving, possibly drunk.

The two were walking on the road. On the way, he told Rocky a lot about what he had experienced in the quick response team, and his mouth never stopped.

Not at all reticent.

Until he suddenly saw his girlfriend standing at the intersection, about to cry.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?"

The tone was very weak, but it directly woke up Eugene's alcoholism. He quickly took out his mobile phone, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw more than 20 missed calls displayed.

"I have to go first, Mr. Rocky." He bid farewell to Rocky quickly: "Thank you for being able to talk with me today."

Rocky shook his head and replied bluntly, watching the other party leave.

"Eugene."

Eugene turned to look at him upon hearing this.

"Shooting a gun doesn't solve everything."

"You have to be brave."

After all, Rocky gave him a thumbs up, turned and left thinking he was cool, and almost twisted his foot.

Eugene kept apologizing to his girlfriend along the way, and cried along with him in a hurry.

"I know you may be in trouble, I understand. But you can't lose contact like this in the future."

His girlfriend's words were no less than an amnesty. Seeing that the situation had improved, Eugene finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In the middle of the night, Eugene, who was extremely thirsty, was drinking water in the kitchen. He saw the meal he made for his girlfriend when he got off work. There were two dishes and one soup, and there was almost nothing missing.

It should be that her loss of contact made her frightened, so she lost her appetite.

Eugene originally planned to put all the dishes in the refrigerator, but a feeling of hunger hit him, and he remembered that he hadn't eaten dinner either.

He took the cutlery and was about to eat a couple of casual bites, but just as soon as he put the food in his mouth, he spit it out.

Bitter salty.

Then he tasted the remaining two, and there was no salt in the soup, and the other dish wasn't even cooked.

Then he understood why his girlfriend would find himself in trouble.

Eugene's parents didn't have time to cook because of work, so he has been a good cook since he was a child.

Today's dish, if he was in a normal state, he might not be able to make it so bad even if he was blindfolded.

After throwing away the dishes, Eugene returned to the bed, looked at his girlfriend's sleeping face, and thought of the last words Rocky said to him before he left.

Yeah, shooting doesn't solve everything.

The seventh team is no longer there, although I still feel very sad, but I can't give up moving forward because of feeling sad.

He decided to go back and report tomorrow.

Early the next morning, Eugene prepared a sumptuous breakfast for his girlfriend. As an apology for losing contact last night, he even wrote sorry on fried toast with ketchup.

Then he ended the vacation he hadn't started yet.

He put on his uniform and went to the base as usual.

But when he arrived, he received an extremely sudden news.

"The establishment of the seventh team has been cancelled?"

Eugene looked at the members of the trauma team in front of him with disbelief and indignation.

To be canceled immediately after being hit hard is undoubtedly a disrespect for the team members and their sacrifices.

Members of the trauma team were also helpless.

"No way, it's hard to recruit members of the quick response team, and the requirements are too high." Then he pointed to his armband: "The threshold for the trauma team is much lower, so we expanded a team."

"You can't let this place sit idle."

Eugene also understood that this was the truth, not to mention that the order to cancel the establishment was not given by this team member, and it was useless to lose his temper with him.

Just feeling empty inside.

However, what the other party said next made him a little at a loss.

"By the way, your file has also been transferred, and now you are a mechanical bird."

Eugene's understanding of the mechanical bird was much higher than that of Rocky. He knew the importance of that force in the entire combat system, and they only dealt with theorem incidents with a danger level above three.

This also means that all members must have better military qualities, and Eugene feels that he is not qualified enough.

"Hurry up and report."

After saying goodbye to the other party, Eugene arrived at the base of the mechanical bird under the guidance of the sentinel.

The atmosphere here is obviously much more tense than the bases of other troops, so he was a little flustered.

Eugene even saw Elvis, the commander-in-chief whom he seldom saw a few times throughout the year. That bald man with mustache was the idol of all front-line combatants, so he wanted to take a closer look, maybe he could borrow Make a conversation in the name of reporting.

But he suddenly found that the person who was talking to the commander-in-chief looked familiar.

No, it's very familiar.

Isn't that Mr. Rocky?

"I'm not kidding you, I'm a quick learner."

"Ten out of ten hits now, the target of every shot."

Elvis stroked his mustache and looked at the talking Rocky with disbelief, then he heard a slightly trembling voice from behind.

"Report to the commander-in-chief, Eugene, a member of the Seventh Team of the Quick Reaction Force, who was ordered to report to the mechanical bird."

As a sharpshooter, Eugene is quite famous, at least Elvis has heard of it, and then he wants to introduce it to Rocky, and at the same time let the other party know that a sharpshooter cannot be trained overnight.

Elvis can't listen to other people's bragging.

"Loki, let me introduce you, this is"

"I know, I know! Eugene! We drank together last night!"

The bald man's beard trembled, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong with his words.

Why did you say you went there last night?

(End of this chapter)